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Blue çağımdan beri hikayeler okur porno film izlerim bu benim bir tutkum. Esk**en internette yoktu ve dergiler ile gideriyordum hikaye açlığımı ve o dönemden birikimlerimi ve sevdiğim fantazilerimi gerçek hayatta elimden geldiğince uygulamaya çalışıyorum. Öncelikle kendimden bahsedeyim Akdenizin çok güzel bir şehrinde oturuyorum ve bu şehirde gece hayatında ve popüler çevrede oldukça bilinen bir kişiyim. Yakışıklı sayılabilecek derecede düzgün bir fiziğim ve iyi bir gelirim var. Hal böyle olunca kadınlardan yana sıkıntı da olmuyor. Hayatıma bir çok kadın girmiş çıkmıştır ve her türlü ortamın içinde bulunmuşumdur. İlk anlatacağım olay bundan yaklaşık 5-6 sene evvel gerçekleştirdiğim bir fantazidir.

25 yaşlarında hızlı yaşayan bir genç olarak bir sevgili yapmıştım kendime, aslında tam sevgili denemez ama bir çok kez beraber olduğum sema adında bir kızla takılıyordum. Kendisi o dönemde 21 yaşlarında çok güzel bir fiziğe ve yüze sahip bebek gibi bir hatundu. Ancak gel gör ki bir çok bayan gibi onunda gözü yükseklerde ve dışarıdaydı. Ben bu durumun farkına vardığımda çok fazla üzerinde durmadım ve ona göre davranmaya başladım kendisine. Maddi açıdan sıkıntılarını gideriyor gezdiriyor her isteğine karşılık veriyordum oda bunun karşılığında benim isteklerimi karşılıyordu. Yine bir gün evde girdiğimiz bir ilişki sonrasında konuşmaya başlamıştık. Semaya artık tekdüze ilişk**en sıkıldığımı ve değişiklik istediğimi söyledim, nasıl bir değişiklik istediğimi anlamamıştı tabiki önce ama beni kaybetme korkusunu sezmiştim içinde. Nasıl bir değişiklik hayatım ne istiyorsun açık konuşalım dedi. Ben de hiç lafı sektirmeden aklımdan geçenleri anlattım kendisine. Ben ilişk**e oyunlardan ve fantazilerden hoşlanırım. Bir ilişk**e adrenalin yoksa o ilişki tekdüze devam eder ve zevk vermez. Bunu sağlamak içinde farklı mekanlar değişik pozisyonlar ve değişik fikirler üretmek gerekir. Bunları kendisine anlattım. Sema bunları dinledikten sonra hayatım sen ne istiyorsan ben hazırım yeterki sen iste ve mutlu ol dedi. Bende tamam o zaman akşama güzelce giyin hazırlan dışarı çıkacaz seninle dedim ve evine bıraktım. Semanın evden çıkma ve eve dönme gibi problemleri yoktu bu konuda rahattı. Bende akşam için hazırlandım ve yapmak istediklerimi kafamda tasarladım aslında herşeyi oluruna bırakacaktım çokta plana bağlı kalmayacaktım.

Akşam oldu ve ben saat 11 gibi Sema’yı evinden aldım. Yaz mevsimi olduğundan Sema üzerini rahat giymişti, üstünde beyaz askılı göğüs dekolteli bir bluz altına da kot mini etek topuklu ayakkabılar seçmişti. Gerçekten çok güzel görünüyordu. Arabaya bindiğinde manzara çok güzeldi gerçekten ve iştahımı kabartmıştı. Aslında bir çok kere beraber olmuştuk ama bu gecenin heyecanı onu bana çok daha güzel gösteriyordu. Saat 12 gibi canlı müzik yapan bir bara girdik ve masamıza oturup saat 3 e kadar eğlendik. Ben araba kullanacağımdan fazla içki almadım ama Sema içkiyi sevdiği için durmak bilmedi ve 3 saat boyunca içti. Dayanıklı bir bünyesi vardır dağıtmaz pek içince gerçi. Gece bardan çıkıp sahile çektik arabayı sağımızda solumuzda bir çok araba vardı ve herkez ya arkadaşını ya kız arkadaşını almış içiyordu. Ben en uygun yere parkedip arabayı müzik açtım ve Semaya hadi başla dedim. Sema yüzüme baktı ne yapması gerektiğini bilmiyor gibiydi bende hadi beni boşalt dedim. Dışarıyı süzdü önce sonra bana baktı arabalar var dedi bende bişey olmaz herkez kendi aleminde dedim. Hem bu daha heyecanlı değilmi ya biri görürse korkusu. O da eminmisin bak rezil olmayalım dedi. Bişey olmaz hadi dedim ve pantolonumun düğmelerini çözdüm. Sema tekrar dışarı baktı biraz da korkarak eğildi ve aletimi dışarı çıkardı. Eliyle oynamaya başladı ama hala bir gözü dışarıyı süzüyordu. Hafif sesimi yükselterek Sema yapamayacaksan söyle gidelim vakit kaybettirme dedim. Bunun üzerine dışarıya tekrar baktı bana döndü gülümsedi ve eğilip ağzına aldı. Artık zincirini kırmıştı ve hiç bir şeyi umursamadan yalıyordu aletimi. Yana doğru eğilip elimle mini eteğin altından bacaklarını ve kalçalarını okşamaya başladım bende. Bu değişiklik bile bir heyecan katmıştı. Ortam karanlıktı ve arabalar arasında biraz mesafe vardı herkes kendi dalgasına bakıyordu. Tam bu sırada arkadan mavi bir ışık farkettim ve hemen toparladım semayı ve kendimi. Polisler olağan kontrolünü yapıyordu buradaki araçlara kimlik v.s. Sıra bize gelmişti memur kimlikleri istedi kontrolü yaptı bu arada bir gözüyle semayı süzüyordu. zaten açık giyinmişti bide az evvel de biraz dağılınca epeyce bir meydandaydı. Neyse kontrol bitti ve polisler gitti fakat tadımızı kaçırmışlardı. Sema ya hadi gidelim burdan başka bir yer bakalım dedim o da eve mi gitsek deyince ben yine kızgın bir ifadeyle ev mev yok artık aklından çıkar nerede nasıl bulursam orada düzecem seni dedim. Sema daha önce böyle laflar duymadığı için gözleri açıldı ve gülmeye başladı. Sonrada tamam hayatım sen nasıl nerede ne şekilde istersen dedi. Arabayı bir binanın otoparkına çektim arabalar çok sıktı burada ve saat epeyce geçti kimse de yoktu dolayısıyla ortam gayet kamufle idi. Hemen aletimi çıkardım ve tekrar semaya teslim ettim. Bu sefer daha bir iştahla yalıyordu iice kaldırdıktan sonra hadi üzerime çık dedim gözlerime baktı buradamı der gibi ben hadiii deyince yüzü bana dönük olacak şekilde üzerime çıktı ve altındaki tangayı kenara sıyırarak içine aldı aletimi. Şoför koltuğuna Semayı üzerime almış içine girip çıkıyordum ve müthiş zevk alıyordum Sema da öyle. Bir süre sonra geleceğimi anlayınca üzerimden kadırıp ağzına verdim tekrar bir iki yaladıktan sonra tüm spermlerimi ağzına akıttım. İşimiz bitince şöyle bir arkama yaslandım ve nasıl iyimiydi dedim. Sema da evet hayatım çok heyecanlı ve çok zevkliydi, keşke daha önce yapsaydık dedi. Benda daha dur hayatım yeni başladık daha ne heyecanlar ne zevkler tattıracam sana dedim. Meraklı gözlerle bana baktı ama soramadı. Bu semayı olaylara alıştırma bölümünün başıydı ve artık biraz olsun Sema rahat hareket etmeye başlamıştı. Devamı geliyor….

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My wife had her hair waxing appointment three days ago. She got waxed every couple of months and it added a great deal of pleasure to our sex life. She would have all the hair removed from her underside and it made for a slippery and sensitive sexual experience. It was wonderful, especially the first few weeks after she had it done.

Last night we had sex. I had been drinking a lot of beers all night and so by the time we got to having sex, I really did not show her the attention she deserved. She would always remind me how painful her waxing appointments are and that I should take a little extra tender care during our first sexual encounter after her appointment.

I failed to do that last night, and as we were making our way to bed tonight, I knew she was carrying a grudge about it. She seemed miffed all during the day today. She must of been working up this teach-me-a-lesson routine she was about to put me through.

As I came out of the bathroom, she was lying on the bed wearing a really tight t-shirt and her lacy white panties. The bed faced the bathroom door and she lie there on her side with one leg propped up and the other lying on its side. She just stared at me with a gaze that told me I was about to pay her back for my behavior last night.

I stopped in the doorway and returned her gaze. She knew I found that outfit very sexy and this was part of her strategy. It was impossible to stop the blood that begin to flow to my penis. I wasn’t sure what to do so I waited for her to make the next move.

“Take off all your clothes right now”, her voice was firm. I wasn’t sure how this was going to play out, but I figured I would comply and service her. Besides, the way she looked definitely put me in the mood to have sex. All I had to do was serve my time and then I would get to screw her silly. I removed my t-shirt and threw it on the floor. She just watched as I continued with my boxer shorts. I pushed them down my legs and stepped out of them. My penis continued to grow as I stood there naked in front of her waiting for her next command.

She made me stand there for several moments before she said, “Come over here.” I started for the bed and as I did she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her breasts. “You are going to suck on my jugs until I say you can stop.”

The sight of her pulling up that shirt over her boobs and demanding that I suck on them made my cock jump into a full-fledged erection. Her breasts were a perfect 34C, with small nipples that made them look even larger on her petite frame. Her nipples loved the attention. That would become stiff with the slightest bit of touch.

I climbed on the bed and immediately took her right breast into my mouth. I was so turned on that I tried to put her whole tit in my mouth. As I was caressing her with my mouth, she let out a small moan and said, “That’s good, suck it and make my nipple hard.”

Her words pushed my state of arousal even farther. I cupped her other breast with my hand and soon leaned over to pay it some attention. She lay there and made very sensual sounds, she arched her back and pushed her knockers up and out, giving me greater access to her gorgeous body.

She forced me to continue for another couple of minutes. I enjoyed the taste of her flesh. At one point, I reached down to stroke my cock, just to take some of the edge off. She grabbed my hand and said, “No you don’t. This is about my pleasure. Not yours.”

I stopped and she then told me to take off her panties. I was happy to do so as I slipped two fingers into the side of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her pelvis up in the air and allowed them to slide off her hips. The room was lit by candles and as I pulled them off her legs, I got a good look and her neatly manicured pubic hair. She looked good enough to eat and I dropped her panties on vbet the floor and waited for her next wish.

“Put them on!”, she said sharply.

“What?”, I said with confusion in my voice. Was she talking about her panties? I don’t wear women’s undergarments. I had never even thought about putting a pair on. I thought she wanted me to go down on her. She had to be joking.

“Put on my panties.”, she said again and pointed to them laying on the floor. “I want you to realize that this is about appreciating me. It will do you some good to get a feel for what I go through to look good for you. Now put them on.”

Now I knew she wasn’t joking. I don’t know if she planned this move or if she came up with it on the fly, but I had no choice if my goal was to get to the part where we have sex. I was very turned on and I had to go through with it if I wanted to fuck her tonight.

I picked them up and held them apart. They seemed even smaller than they looked as I put one foot through the leg hole. I stepped the other leg through and began to pull them up. I looked down at her and she smiled at my humiliation. They became snug around the middle of my thighs, but I gave them a good tug and up they went around my rock hard cock and balls. They were tiny and tight and I am sure I looked pretty stupid in them. They did not even cover me. Being so erect, the head of my prick poked out about two inches.

“Now you can go to work downstairs!”, she said and repositioned herself more comfortably on the bed. She put three pillows behind her head, obviously so she could get a could view of me pleasuring her. Then she opened her legs making room for me to get between them.

As I got back on the bed and made my way between her legs she said, “Don’t mess around trying to tease me with kisses. Just get right to work and make me feel good.”

Her forceful tone and her business-like words made me ache for her even more. I wrapped my arms around the outside of her thighs and plowed my tongue right between her lips. She was already starting to get wet and I moved her wetness up down the folds of her most private place. She let me know I was hitting the right spot with a throaty moan. I looked up at her to see her eyes closed in pleasure. Her t-shirt was still pushed up over her boobs and it only added to her sexiness.

I reached up to grope her right breast fully. She opened her eyes and made eye contact with me. She lifted her hips and pushed her mound into my lips. She was soaking wet by now, heading for a one-way train to an orgasm. I held my mouth steady to let her work softly against me. She bit her lower lip slightly while she began to move faster and faster. I just let her grind on my face. The sounds she made became louder and I then knew she was beginning to orgasm.

She grabbed the back of my head to ensure my steadiness and roughly pushed herself through that moment of ecstasy. As she finished, she pulled my head away from her and let out a big sigh. Her wetness felt cool on my face as she lay back to regain her composure. She lay still, breathing heavily as I kissed the inside of her thighs.

I knew for sure she was ready for sex so I climbed up on my knees between her legs. I had forgotten about those stupid panties. I pulled them down enough to get my throbbing cock out. She was still recovering from her orgasm and I moved into position to drive my cock deep inside her. She glanced up at me and began pushing me away with her hand and said, “What are you doing? You are not going to fuck me. You had your chance last night and you blew it. If you are lucky I may let you jack off in front of me.”

I removed myself from between her legs reluctantly. I wasn’t sure why she did not want to have sex. I let myself fall onto the bed next to her. She reached down and tugged at her panties and told me, “You vbet giriş can take those off now.” I did so. She then surprised me by taking my dick in her hand.

“God,” I gasped. It felt so good to have her warm hand on my prick. She slowly pumped up and down on it. I looked down to watch her and she gave me a sly grin. She then tilted it towards my stomach and began to kiss gently on my nuts. It was what I had been waiting for. I guy can only hold out so long before he gets taken care of. I closed my eyes for a few moments then I heard, “I think that is enough pleasure for now.” With that she stopped and returned to her position lying comfortably on her back.

She reached out her left hand hand and opened the top drawer of the night stand. I rolled up on my side to see what she had in store next. “Go ahead and get it out”, she said. I leaned over her and looked into the drawer. In the drawer, was a glass dildo. It was about 9 inches long with a very artist likening to a cock. I had never seen it before, so she must of went out toy shopping. It looked very sexy and my imagination ran away with thoughts of sticking inside of her.

I lifted it out of the drawer. It was heavier than I thought it might be. This was obviously a serious piece of machinery. We did not play with toys all too often, so I was very aroused by the opportunity to watch the handsome tool slide in and out of her beautiful snatch.

I held it up and we both looked at it in the candlelight. The light glimmered off of it and I asked her, “Can you handle this thing?” She smiled and crossed her hands over her chest and pulled off her t-shirt. She tossed it over the side of the bed and lay before me completely naked. I guess this was her way of telling me there is no doubt she was capable of handling it, length and all. And she knew it would drive me crazy being the one who got to put it inside her.

I moved myself in close on her right side, lying almost partially on top of her. If I couldn’t give her my rod, I was certainly going to give her this one. I moved it down between her legs and nudged her left leg with the knuckles of my hand. I wanted to open her up a little wider, allowing me full access before I penetrated her. She complied and I tilted the head down and watched it disappear beneath the remaining hair on her mound. I let it drag against her lips as I stroked it down and back up again. She was still, but very wet and her wetness immediately transferred to the glass head of the toy.

I leaned up on my elbow a little higher to get a better view. As I looked down between her legs, I pushed just the head into waiting cunt. It slipped in easily and I could only imagine how good it would feel if that was my cock head. I looked up at her face. She looked very pretty in the dim light. She made little expression and little noise. She was really turning me on by showing such resilience to this pleasurable act.

I rotated the head around gently inside her. It naturally slipped farther inside of her. I helped it by pushing it in another inch and then pulled it out very slowly. Her legs fell apart slightly, gesturing her appreciation. I looked at her wetness that reflected on the glass as I pulled it from inside her. I moved it back inside with a bit more thrust and she tightened her stomach muscles in return. She was obviously enjoying this and she wanted to tease me by keeping her pleasure quiet, but her body was telling all.

It was time to begin fucking her with it, so I moved it in and out and patiently picked up the pace. Soon she lifted her head up and looked down between her legs. Her gaze was becoming glassy eyed as the pleasure was overtaking her senses. I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth. This must off caught her off guard, as she let out her first moan since I began screwing her with this new toy. vbettr I looked up and she leaned her head back, closed her eyes and sunk slowly back onto the pillow. She was holding her breath and her body began to jerk gently as she experienced another orgasm. I moved the tool in deeper and faster, forcing her to cum throughly.

I looked on as she took in about eight full inches of this glass monster. She was so worked up that she wanted as much as I could give. I kept up a swift and steady pace, pounding it deep into her welcoming vagina. After a minute or two of this she lifted her feet off the bed and grabbed the back of her thighs with her hands. This was a sure sign that she would be cumming again soon. I responded by ramming this beast into her good, making her take the full length of its shaft. It was so incredibly hot to watch my wife accommodating such a large tool.

“God, I wish your cock felt this good”, she said. Her words instantly shot a surge of endorphins into my systems. The vulgar humiliation of her words made me feel like I was about to cum. “Oh yeah!”, she groaned loudly, “Fuck me good!” I did as she asked and fucked her with the dildo for another couple of minutes.

She then pulled my hand off the dildo and rolled onto her side. With her backside facing me, she lifted her right leg into the air. The view she showed me between her legs was an arousing sexual sight, her sexy ass and this large glass dildo sticking out from between her legs. She returned my hand to the toy by coming in from behind her. I grabbed a hold of the handle and picked up right where we left off. Fucking her with solid thrusts. I also grabbed her shoulder with my other hand and pushed her down on this artificial prick that I so envied. This immediately made her cum again and she came hard. Her body became rigid as the orgasm shot through her body. I slowed down the thrust and milked her for her juices. They flowed out and onto my hand. Her moans were very muffled as this orgasm was deeply internal. Her body remained rigid as I brought the movements to a stop. I stroked her shoulder gently pulled this proficient tool out of her as softly as I could.

She lay still and quiet. I placed the toy on the other side of me. I snuggled close to her and embraced her. My cock pushed up against her ass and backside. I was aching with desire to make love to her, so I asked her, “Can I make love to you?”

She turned towards me slowly and moved her hand down towards my dick. Smiling with her eyes closed she wrapped her fingers around it but did not stroke it. She quietly said, “I am too spent to have sex, but I’ll let you jack off and cum on my tits if you want.”

I knew it was the best offer I was going to get all night. So, I got up on my knees and moved in to position my dick over her breasts. I was so ready to cum and as I began to stroke my cock, pre-cum instantly appeared on the head. She lay there hazy from her night of pleasure. I reached out and fondled her breast with my free hand. This helped to wake her up and she responded by groping my balls with her hand. The moment she touched me I knew I was done. It had been a long night and my prick was full of semen and ready to explode.

“Your making me cum”, I said to her. When she heard my words she let go of my sack and propped her torso up with her elbows. She then pushed her breast together with her hands. It was such a hot sight and fitting way to end the long night. She was making certain that I would cum and offered me the perfect target for my waiting load.

With that, I blasted her jugs with the first shot. It came out so hard it made an audible splat when it hit her breasts. I followed with a couple more fierce shots and I felt my leg muscles begin to go soft. I continued to stroke it as she began to slowly rub my cum sensually around on her tits and stomach. Although I had finished shooting my load, the orgasm seemed to echo continuously through out my body. I slowly finished stroking my cock feeling absolute satisfaction. It was beautiful thing seeing my load across her chest and made the events of the night worth every minute.

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[Hey, just to be forewarned, this story focuses heavily on forced feminisation including aspects of BDSM and non-consent, so if that’s not your thing this might not be the story for you. I also feel the need to point out that I don’t agree with any of Lord Madison’s political views: this is porn, not polemic. With that said, I hope you enjoy it!]

Chapter 1 — The First Night

“I am of the firm opinion that not only was this country at its most prosperous and stable during the latter half of the 19th century as a result of the system of patronage and servitude, but that it is the only route by which we may restore the glory of old England.” Lord Madison, as reported in Hansard, House of Lords, 15th March 20xx.

It had come in the middle of an unimportant debate, held late into the night, during a time of year typically set aside for parliamentary recess, so the speech given by Lord Madison attracted very little attention in the mainstream press. The manner in which it was reported in one or two of the lesser well-thumbed left-wing papers left little doubt in the mind of their readers that his Lordship was calling for nothing less than the return of the feudal system.

Half of the articles demanded his removal from the peerage, the other half called for nothing less than outright underclass revolution, but they all called for protest. Which is why, on a drizzly overcast Saturday, Peter Howe stood shivering with a lone placard in front of the imposing iron gates of the entrance driveway to Hambleton Manor, the country estate of Lord Madison.

Even at the time of its constructions it was widely recognised as being one of the finest manor houses in the whole of Borsetshire, if not all of south England. Grandiose and columned, the manor was split between the main hall and the two long wings that stretched around the well-manicured gardens. The history of the Borsetshire Madison’s that have made Hambleton their home over the years however is much less dignified.

A full recounting of the sordid deeds that the manor house has seen over the years would stain the sheets of any paper: from its origins as a nunnery (widely rumoured to be satanic even at the time) prior to Henry VIII’s reforms, through the stern corrective hands of the feudal lords, to the decadently extravagant parties of the late 19th century which nearly bankrupted the family and briefly forced the conversion of one of the wings into a “private reformatory school for wayward young ladies” and its recent re-privatisation by the young Lord Madison.

The latest and last of his line, Lord Madison re-made both his fortune and his name through no small degree of expertise at the London stock exchange; rising in profit and repute in spite of scurrilous and hushed rumours of less than above board dealings with the far east and certain oil-rich sheiks.

But that was all in the past: at the age of 36, having restored his wealth and his family’s name and estate, he promptly shocked the business world again and retired to the genteel life of the landed aristocracy. Over the past 4 years he had gradually disappeared from public life, save for a few duty-bound appearances in the House of Lords.

In fact it may have been his near complete disappearance from the society pages of broadsheet newspapers, and the scandal pages of the tabloids, that resulted in such a small turnout for the protest.

Peter shivered miserably. His clothes were soaked through and the wind was starting to pick up again. The only other protesters had left over an hour ago and still his ride home hadn’t turned up. It was only when a branch above his head reached a tipping point at the weight of water it held and broke fully depositing a full litre of fresh rain down the back of his shirt that he looked up again towards the manor house. Through the mist and heavy rain he just about made out the flashing on of a pair of high-beam headlights.

He watched still as a muddy, dark-red Land Rover wound its way down the mansion’s driveway and paused in front of the ornate iron gates whilst the motors ground into life to open them. Pete stood frozen to the spot for a second before he remembered why he was there and half-heartedly picked up his placard. The small crowd had seen neither hide nor hair of his Lordship all day and this was the first chance he’d had to actually get his protest across.

He therefore felt more than a little deflated when the driver leant over, opened the passenger side door and spoke to him, “You look like you could use a hot drink or a towel at least. How’d you fancy waiting inside?” Now in his early forties Lord Madison had a few flecks of grey peppered over his temples and a little more stubble than in any of the tabloid photographs but it was still unmistakably him.

Peter’s mouth lolled open for a second and he was unsure what to do; torn between maintaining his protest in spite of the elements and the offer of any kind of shelter, he pouted. metinhukukburosu.com Seeing his discomfort Lord Madison smiled broadly and offered a hand to him, “Come on now, really, put politics aside for a moment; we can discuss the matter further back at the mansion and I’ll try to clarify what I was trying to say. Truce?”

Peter looked at him, in his icy blue eyes for the first time, and gave up.

***

The dark-stained oak doors to the mansion opened with a creak and Peter followed his Lordship inside. His rain-soaked converse trainers sloshed with water as they crossed the cold front hall and ascended up the imposing central staircase, with its luxuriously thick carpeting.

Upon reaching the third floor Lord Madison led his shivering guest down a warren of corridors before pausing outside a richly appointed bathroom.

“Now, why don’t you stop in here and have a good hot shower. I’ll take your wet stuff and find you some nice warm clothes, then you can meet me in the grand hall whilst yours are drying.”

Peter shivered an agreement and entered the bathroom. He stripped off whilst his Lordship waited outside, pausing only for a second to look over his body in the full length mirror. Not that there was a great deal to look at: he was nineteen now and in his second year of college, but there was still barely a hair on his slender, pale body apart from a little blonde tuft above his cock that really only served to highlight how poorly endowed he was.

Stepping into the shower he turned the jets on full blast and washed away the mud and grime in the hot streams of water that ran down his face. As he picked up an old-fashioned looking bottle of shower gel and sniffed at it he faintly heard the sound of the door opening and his clothes being collected. He could just make out the faint silhouette of his Lordship moving across the floor with something in his arms but he paid it no mind.

The gel smelt a little acrid but it felt strangely cooling as he rubbed it over his body, lathering up along his long legs and smooth belly and rubbing the suds over and around his balls. Finally he rinsed it all away with the water so hot it felt like his skin was burning a little and the air of the tiled bathroom felt incredibly cold.

Brushing the water from his eyes he looked around for the anticipated clothes but the only thing resting over the towel-rail was a short, light-pink dressing gown.

“Ah, you’re finished.” His Lordship’s voice boomed through the door, “I’m afraid that was the only thing I could find that would fit you. I’m sure it’s not what you were expecting but it’s only for a little while. It belonged to a maid who recently left my service; one of the factors that provoked my little outburst in the chamber the other day.”

Before Peter had a chance to complain he heard the sound of heavy footsteps leading away back down the corridor.

After drying himself as best as he could Peter slipped the soft, terrycloth gown around his slim shoulders and turned back to face the mirror. His face dropped in shock, the thing was a disgrace: it barely came up to halfway up his thighs and he had to keep tightening the belt around his waist to keep it from slipping open. It was deeply humiliating but he couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever and there was little else that he could do. He stepped back out into the dark hallway.

Following the sound of a crackling fire Peter walked along the thickly carpeted hallways, surrounded by the flickeringly lit faces of long-dead viscounts and barons until he reached the grand central hall. A glow from a fireplace shone around the doorframe and Peter stood for a second unsure on how to enter before he leaned against the heavy oak door and pushed it open to see his Lordship languidly reclining in a high-backed leather armchair, a glass of brandy resting in his hand and a rack by the hearth where his clothes stood gently steaming.

“Ah! There you are! Come in, come in,” Lord Madison waved him inwards and motioned towards a second chair facing the fireplace and the large mirror that hung above it, “Let me get you a glass of something warming.”

Peter felt incredibly exposed as he squeezed past his Lordship to reach the other chair. The heat from the fire flushed against the exposed skin of his upper thighs. This humiliation only increased as he sat down, feeling the dressing gown ride up and the touch of leather on his bare arse cheeks. It was whilst he was adjusting the pink robe that he realised he needed to constantly keep his knees pressed together so as to avoid revealing himself.

“There you go.” Peter looked up to see Lord Madison pressing a large tumbler of what smelt like brandy into his hands. He thought for a second that he saw his eyes flashing downwards with a smirk and it was at this point that he finally felt like he had been pushed too far; he was done being belittled by this man simply because he wasn’t a member of the peerage, it was time to put his foot down.

Peter looked about the room, anger boiling inside of him just beneath the surface, with its dark ornate oak panelling, antique wooden chests and full grand piano the entire scene was enormous, opulent and entirely wasted on this aristocratic layabout.

Raising the glass tumbler to his lips he downed it in one. He scarcely registered the slightly-off, chalkish taste it had and putting it down to it being an older vintage than he’d ever tried before. Now he was ready.

“You think you’re better than me? You think that all of this makes you better than any other human being?” Peter waved his arms about, “with even a quarter of what you’ve got stored away here entire villages could live on, all to perpetuate some kind of anachronistic bullshit about breeding and refinement!” He shifted about in the dressing gown again; his skin was starting to flush hotter than just from the fire and an itching was spreading from his ankles to his neck.

His Lordship raised an eyebrow and smiled curiously, waving him on.

“This entire ssysstem iss based on the antuqua, on the antiq, on the old idea of you being inherently ssuperior to mee.” Peter could suddenly hear his own voice and how slurred it was becoming, how heavy his tongue felt in his mouth. “What digni dignity iss thereee in tryin’ to to ” He tried to stand to make his final point but his legs fell from beneath him and he collapsed back into the chair. “futhhherr morrre” his closing argument was lost in a sloppy mess of sound as his eyes glassed over.

His Lordship took another sip of his brandy and leant forward, “All done? Splendid, then I can begin.” He downed his own glass with a gulp and stood up. A new kind of smile spreading over his square jaw: malevolent and slightly cruel. “Now having never tried chloral hydrate myself I’m none too certain of how conscious you are right now but hopefully you’re still aware enough to be able to hear me.”

Striding purposefully past Peter’s openly lolling mouth and beyond his field of vision his Lordship picked up one of the heavy wooden chests that lay along the far wall and carried it over with ease past the fireplace and dropping it with a thud at Peter’s feet.

“I don’t owe you an explanation, why should I? Everything I’m about to do is fully justified in its own right, but, simply so as to prevent you from whining at me more than I can suffer over the next few weeks, I’ll fill you in a little.” His Lordship leant over and opened the dressing gown from top to bottom with a single finger and pulled it out from behind Peter, leaving him naked. With one hand Lord Madison dismissively brushed away the hair that was rapidly falling away from Peter’s body.

“You see, my maid handed in her letter of resignation a month ago and it’s becoming oh so very hard to find good domestic help anymore, in spite of the labour shortage.” He slid along the arm of the chair and, moving his face closer to Peter’s, wafted away his little tuft of pubic hair and whispered in his ear. “So I decided to train one myself: you!” with that he gave Peter’s cock an excited little squeeze.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that there would be no better manner than this in which to prove the correctness of the old social order: that some men are simply born to be dominant and other men are born to be, to be . . . well, to be whatever it is I decide to turn you into.” He said it with a smile, but it was cold and intimidating all the same. “Hence the little trick with the defoliating shower gel.”

“Now, I know full well that your first thought is going to be one of escape, maybe even of running to the police, well let’s put that right out of your little mind shall we?” He reached into the chest and pulled out a tall, stiff, leather collar that was lined on the inside with a steel band and on the outside with rows of lacy bows that hid a small black box with a little blinking light. Reaching forward, his Lordship wrapped it around Peter’s neck and tightened it until it was as close as skin. Then there came a little click.

“Fits like a glove,” He smiled. “Now, should you decide to try to venture beyond the bounds of the manor or its grounds this little box in front will provide you with 8,000 joules worth of electrical shock as a reminder of where your new place in life lies. Allow me to provide you with an illustrative demonstration.” Picking a small, silver service-bell from the chest his Lordship gave it a tinkle and an instant shock ran all through Peter’s body, though for the moment all he could do was twitch and give a little involuntary moan of pain. “Wireless technology! It really is quite the miracle invention and that was only a thousand joules to let you know that I need your attention. I need hardly tell you that you would not want to experience its full capacity should you try to remove your collar.”

“So, let the transformation begin! I think I’ll work from the top down.” He ran a hand through Peter’s mid-length thick blonde hair, “Good, but not good enough on its own yet, but good enough to avoid a wig. A natural blonde too. I think we’ll put in some extensions.” And with that his Lordship went to work, picking a set of straighteners and some clumps of long blond hair from the chest and moving behind & around the still unmoving Peter, weaving them permanently into his hair.

“Lovely, you’re looking cuter already, see how it’s already framing your face, speaking of which . . .” He bent down and picked up a make-up case, a cheapish looking one stocked with gaudy pinks and blues. “Now, in time you’ll have to learn how to do this yourself, but since you’re new to this kind of service I’ll walk you through it.”

He talked him through the foundation, and blusher, through the eye shadow and dark mascara and finally through the nail polish and the bright red lipstick that he smeared on with a little too much vigour, “Oops, I’ve got a little too much on now, oh well we’ll see if I can’t find something to wipe it off with later,” he said with a grin.

All the time this was going on Peter’s mind was raging inside. The taste of the drugged brandy was still filling his mouth and nostrils and although his thoughts were becoming clearer he could still not move his body an inch. He silently fumed and screamed internally with an impotent rage at the presumptuous arrogance of the man who was transforming him into god knows what, but as his Lordship continued his work he found his anger mixing with fear at how far it was being taken.

Lord Madison now ran his hands down Peter’s finely feminised cheeks and onto his chest, groping at his skinny frame and then suddenly pinching and pulling hard on his nipples. “Not much here to work with,” he sighed, “but then I always find a challenge makes it all the more fun for me.”

Another capped tube came out of the box, this one a darker green in colour with a heavy chemical smell as Lord Madison unscrewed the lid and quickly began working it over and around Peter’s chest in two circles. “This,” He said, “is an epoxy resin. Once set it’s then good and secure for about a month so you won’t need to worry about these,” he dove for the box once more and pulled out a pair of extremely lifelike breast-forms, round and bouncy, 36 C cups, “moving about too much.”

His Lordship spent some time carefully positioning the fake silicon tits on his chest so that they lined up perfectly, matching the natural shape of his chest and tone of his skin. As the resin set Lord Madison kept his hands in place and looked Peter squarely in the eyes as he spoke. “These are, I assure, not my preference either. Merely a stopgap measure whilst I decide what size suits you best: you may go up but you’ll never go back down again, especially after I decide what’s best for you and you get some permanent implants in there.” At this he grinned malevolently and Peter’s eyes darted in every direction pleading with the world for some kind of exit or help.

After ten minutes had passed with his Lordship’s weight pressing down on his chest he finally removed his hands and let the heavy breasts swing freely. The unusual weight felt strange on Peter’s skin and his body twitched involuntarily until they settled.

For a second his Lordship stood back with hands on hips admiring his handiwork until his eyes fell further downwards. “Ah yes, which brings us onto this . . .” He ran a finger slowly up and down Peter’s penis, stroking gently and circling the head with his thumb. “Now don’t you worry little maid, you’re not going to have to go under the knife for this. I mean, it’s hardly worth it, is it? Not when it’s this small.” His Lordship’s laughter echoed around the large ballroom. “No, I think I’ll let you keep it, just as a reminder of who you once were and how far you’ve fallen.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can have you going around with that little acorn bouncing around freely now does it?” Lord Madison picked up a strange looking metal contraption consisting of some interlocking hinged steel rings attached to a slim curved steel tube which ended in a heart shaped lattice where a small little bell jangled. “I do hope this is the right size, it looks a little spacious for that little nubbin of a thing.”

Desperately, Peter tried to move his groin away from the ensnaring metal tubes but his body still felt numb and beyond him and he could barely twitch his thighs as Lord Madison locked first one testicle and then the other, tightening the metal rings around them then clipping the larger ring all around his cock and sliding the tube up to meet it and gave it a little shake, the bell on the end tinkling in response.

At this final humiliation Peter managed to compose his strength and gave out a small gurgled moan in protest.

“Shhh now, I want you to hear this.” Lord Madison looped a small titanium padlock across the top of the tube holding it place for a second. “Listen closely sissy, I want you to remember the sound of your manhood disappearing forever . . .”

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Stephanie awoke as a shaft of sunlight speared its way through the curtains, bathing her face in warmth. As she opened her eyes she realised she had not slept so deeply or so well in a long time. All tension seemed to have left her body. She stretched languidly but was recalled to her circumstances by the tugging this elicited from her wrist and ankle cuffs that had been tethered to the bed the night before. She suddenly became aware of a presence standing in her doorway and turned her eyes to face her Master, clothed in a black silk robe.

David had been standing in the doorway for a few minutes, a small smile playing around his lips as he quietly watch this extraordinary young woman who had placed herself in his care as she lay sleeping. Her face, in repose, lost all traces of stress and strain, the slight diffidence that allowed others to decide they could take her for granted. He had high hopes that the training she underwent this week would lay a strong foundation for her to build upon in the coming weeks, months and years of her life. When this week was over, she would no longer doubt the value of who and what she was! When he noticed she was awake, he turned the smile into a serious expression and moved further into the room to stand beside her bed.

“Good morning sub, I trust you slept well?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Awake, Stephanie’s eyes were clear and she looked refreshed.

“Very well, Master,” she replied. “Thank you.”

“Well sub, this is the true start to your training,” David told her. “You will be expected to absorb a great deal of both physical and mental training in a short space of time. I will see to it that you receive what you need to be able to cope with what is in front of you, but I expect you to do your utmost in return. Training is a two-way process and in order for you to gain the most benefit, you must be completely open and accepting of everything that you are exposed to!”

Stephanie absorbed her Master’s words quietly and David could tell from her expression that she was treating his words with the seriousness necessary.

“Yes Master,” she replied. “I promise I will do my best not to disappoint you!”

“Very well,” David said, allowing that faint smile to reappear. “Time for you to get ready for your first day.”

He released her cuffs from the bed posts and clipped a leash to her collar. Giving a small tug, he indicated that she should rise from the bed.

“Position 1!” he commanded.

Stephanie immediately spread her legs as wide as she could, tilted her pelvis forward and placed her hands behind her head making sure her breasts were pushed forward, and held herself ready for her Master’s inspection.

David ran his hands lightly over her breasts and nipples, noticing as he did so the tightening of her stomach muscles as her body immediately responded to his touch. Her nipples were already hardening and standing erect. He slowly moved his hand down her body, keeping his touch light and was rewarded as she quivered beneath his hands. Her conditioning was progressing nicely! Again he moved his hand lower and parted her pussy lips. Stephanie bit her lip to suppress the moan that wanted to escape her as she felt her Master’s fingers stroking up and down her slit that was already starting to get wet. She couldn’t believe how quickly her body was responding to the slightest touch of her Master!

Finally, David brought his hand back up to Stephanie’s lips. He ran a finger lightly over them before commanding her to open her mouth and clean him. Her eyes suitably downcast, Stephanie obeyed, licking and sucking his fingers, tasting her juices and concentrating on pleasing her Master. David had to catch his breath as her expert ministrations stirred an answering twitch in his groin. This girl had a very talented mouth!

Picking up her leash, David led her from the bedroom down the hallway to a luxuriously appointed bathroom. He led Stephanie into the large shower.

“Position 3!” he commanded.

Stephanie sank to her knees, bent forward and brought her arms back, her hands stretching her ass cheeks wide enough so that she could feel a pull at her sphincter.

“Excellent!” was David’s comment and Stephanie glowed in pleasure from his praise.

She heard his footsteps echoing on the tiles as he crossed the room, but kept her eyes downcast as she knew was expected. She heard a few noises then the sound of water running. She closed her eyes preparing herself as she knew what was coming next! Her Master’s footsteps approached, then she felt cool gel being massaged around her asshole, followed by the feel of slippery fingers penetrating her back passage. She bit back a groan as she felt the fingers being replaced with the now familiar feel of the enema nozzle. Warm water flooded into her, filling her to the point when once again she felt the distention of her abdomen. Just as it reached the point where she couldn’t take any more, the flow of water stopped. She felt the nozzle withdrawn, only to be replaced by a solid butt plug.

She felt her Master’s hands rub her back gently before ankarakazan.com he attached her wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and collar to eye bolts set into the base of the shower. She was now held immobile in place, her ass raised high as her head was held flat against the floor. She heard her Master’s footsteps cross the floor, the sound disappearing as he walked back down the passageway to her bedroom.

Once there, he laid out her apparel for the first session of the morning. From the chest of drawers he withdrew a training corset. This one was slightly smaller than the one she had been given in England. It had special connectors at the front and back, to which could be attached various straps, turning it into a chastity device. At the top it was cut so that Stephanie’s breasts would be held above it, supported by a built-in ledge, pushing them up and outwards, ensuring they would be perfectly presented for use.

He also laid out a pair of gossamer fine, sheer black stockings that could be attached to the corset. They had a fine seam up the back.

Completing the outfit was a pair of extremely high heeled shoes. The heels were very slim stilettos, about 5″ high and the shoes were surmounted by wide straps that locked around the ankles. He knew from her previous wardrobe, that she had never worn anything this high and she would struggle to walk until she had adjusted! He brought out the other items that would be used, including a new set of cuffs and collar then glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes had passed and it was time to attend to Stephanie.

Hearing her Master’s footsteps approaching, Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief. She was in so much discomfort and her body was screaming for relief. She managed to stifle her moans, not wanting to disappoint her Master and was rewarded as she felt him unlock her cuffs and collar from the floor. However, she stayed in place until she heard her Master’s voice.

“You may rise and move to the toilet,” David told her. “Once there, position yourself accordingly.”

Stephanie rose to her feet, a small moan escaping her lips as the action put pressure on her filled ass. She moved slowly and carefully over to the toilet, then positioned herself with her legs straddling the bowl, placing her hands behind her head.

David moved up beside her and she felt his hand run down her ass towards the butt plug lodged firmly inside her.

“Remember, you are to hold until I tell you to release,” David reminded her.

“Yes Master,” Stephanie replied, biting her lip.

David noted that he was going to have to break that habit of hers. It would not do for her to be anything less than perfect for the purpose he had in mind!

He gently eased the plug out of her ass and Stephanie strained to obey his command, tensing her muscles and tightening up her sphincter. She held on desperately, awaiting the order. David watched her carefully and just before her body gave up the struggle to obey, he gave his command.

“You may release but you will look at me whilst doing so,” he told her firmly.

Stephanie was so grateful to be able to finally release that she no longer felt any embarrassment to be performing this most private of functions in front of another! David held her eyes with his own until she was finished, then allowed her to clean herself up. He then indicated that she should return to the shower. Once again she knelt in place as her Master administered the second enema. This time she was ordered to hold it in without the benefit of the butt plug. David watched her closely and once again, just before she was about to lose control, he ordered her to release. When she was finished, he ordered her to assume Position 1 in the centre of the shower, directly underneath the shower head as he detached her leash and removed her collar and cuffs.

Stephanie stood quietly as the hot water hit her skin like millions of tiny needles. The combination helped invigorate her. When David indicated that she could use the luxury products stocked in the shower, she quickly obeyed, lathering her body with the rich shower gel, luxuriating in the creamy richness against her skin. She made sure that at all times she was displayed for her Master’s pleasure, no longer embarrassed by his scrutiny. She moved on to shampoo and condition her hair then looked to him for permission to step out of the shower.

He nodded and held out a bath towel to her. It was just large enough for her to dry small parts of her body at a time whilst leaving the rest of her body in full view. The towel was so thick and soft, however, that Stephanie was dry long before it became too damp.

When she was finished, David wrapped her collar once more around her throat and reattached her leash. With a gentle tug, he led her back into her bedroom. He ordered her into Position 1 at the foot of the bed and as she stood obediently, he wrapped a new set of cuffs around her wrists. This set was just as soft as those previously used but were considerably stronger. Stephanie was going to be tested quite severely and the cuffs were to ensure there was no opportunity to move from the positions she was put into!

“Position 2!” David commanded.

Stephanie immediately sank to her knees, spreading them wide and placing her hands behind her head.

He parted his robe, exposing his magnificent cock.

“When I give the command Mouth, you are to use all your oral skills,” he told her. “If I say Mouth with hands, you may use both. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master,” Stephanie replied clearly. She was hoping that her Master was going to give her the opportunity to redeem herself from that disastrous first episode in the hotel!

“Very well sub, Mouth with hands,” David commanded.

Stephanie responded with alacrity! Her hands moved from behind her head, one to caress her Master’s cock whilst the other cupped and massaged his balls. She held the base of his staff gently as she brought her mouth to bear. First she used her tongue in light, lapping motions, tracing a path up and down his length, lubricating it with her saliva. Above her, David was employing all his skills of self-control to ensure she had to work hard! She started to alternate the actions of her tongue with feather-light kisses whilst her other hand continued to very lightly caress his balls. David folded his lips tightly together. She had not been lying when she had given herself that rating of 9 out of 10! She moved her mouth over his balls, tracing her tongue over their surface before running it along the vein between them. One after the other, she sucked them into her mouth, her tongue continuing to caress and tease them. When she pulled back, she returned her attention once again to his cock. This time the track she laid down with her tongue was wetter and she followed it up by lightly blowing a cool draft of air along it, a delicate and teasing sensation!

David was struggling to maintain his composure. His eyes were closed and he was having to employ his strictest techniques to control himself. When she finally took him into her mouth, he couldn’t repress a soft groan from escaping him as her hot moistness enveloped him! Her tongue caressed his cock, licking and flicking as her hot mouth sucked him deeper, constantly teasing and caressing until he could stand it no more!

He withdrew and commanded Stephanie to rise and place her hands onto the bed. She looked up at him startled. She was sure she had been doing a good job. His cock had been rock solid in her mouth!

David reached into the bedside drawer and drew out a powerful vibrator. He switched it on and peeled back Stephanie’s clitoral hood before pressing it tightly against her clit. Stephanie moaned as the vibrations had an immediate effect on her body! David held the vibrator in place as he reached into the drawer again, removing a tube of lubricant. He smeared a liberal amount onto his fingers before easing them into her back passage. He kept the pressure of the vibrator constant on her clit as he worked his fingers in and out of her until he could feel the tremors start to course through her body. He withdrew his fingers and eased his hard cock into her. Stephanie moaned as she felt him fill her but could do no more as she was assaulted by the sensations running through her. David slowly increased the power and rhythm of his strokes, until he felt Stephanie’s body start to match him, driving herself backwards into him, each backwards thrust taking him deeper inside her! Stephanie was groaning in desire. Her body felt inflamed, the heat coursing through her, stoking the fires of her passion higher and higher. They found a mutual rhythm, each driving the other higher until David could hold back no longer. He reached forwards and found one of her nipples. Pinching and twisting hard he commanded her to cum. Stephanie immediately obeyed, a powerful orgasm crashing over her. As it did so, she was dimly aware that her Master was groaning as he spilled his hot seed deeply inside her.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes as David recovered his composure. He had tried to maintain the strictest control to ensure that Stephanie received as much pleasure as he had. He was keenly aware that he needed to take the fear of anal that her former boyfriend had instilled in her, and replace it with a powerful desire for it! Only by doing so could he ensure that Stephanie fully became what she was capable of! A damaged submissive was no good to anyone, least of all herself! He thought he was achieving success. She had not been as tense this time and indeed had been actively participating. The memories of her driving herself backwards towards him, his cock penetrating her deeply, arose once more.

He slowly withdrew, caressing her ass as he did so.

“You did extremely well little one,” he said, using an endearment he very rarely ever used. “I am very pleased with you. Now assume Position 2 and clean me!”

Stephanie was slightly hesitant, knowing where her Master’s cock had just been but all she could taste was his hot, salty seed. She lavished his cock with all the care and attention at her command and was rewarded as it started to thicken once again.

“Enough!” David said with a laugh. “You have much more to do today and there won’t be enough time for everything if you carry on this way!”

He tugged on the leash to indicate she should rise to her feet.

“You may go to the bathroom and clean yourself,” he told her.

His eyes followed her out of the room. Already there was a subtle difference to the way she held herself and the way she walked. She knew she had done a good job and was proud of it. That showed clearly in the way her shoulders were straighter, her stride more confident. When she returned, David indicated that she should stand at the end of the bed.

“Place your hands onto the bedpost and stand straight!” David commanded.

Stephanie complied, making sure that she kept her legs spread as she did so. She felt her Master wrap the corset around her waist and braced herself. She gasped as he tightened the laces. This corset was tighter than the one she had been using for the past couple of days! She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt his hands reach the lacings at her waist, believing that he was finished. She was in for a rude awakening! David brought out a metal hook and with its assistance, proceeded to draw the laces even tighter until she felt she could not breathe! When he was finally done, he fastened the laces securely. Stephanie’s waist was now sharply defined, her body a distinct hour glass shape. He nodded in satisfaction. He allowed Stephanie to keep hold of the post for a few minutes, allowing her body to adjust to the constriction before handing her the stockings.

He watched as she struggled to bend sufficiently to place the stockings over her feet before smoothing them up her legs. Her fingers deftly attached the stockings to the corset. He then helped her step into her shoes before locking the straps around her ankles. Stephanie teetered precariously as she tried to balance on the high stiletto heels. David allowed her to find her balance before leading her out of her bedroom and down the passageway to his private dining room.

He had asked Sue and Kristy if they would agree to be absent for this first day. He wanted Stephanie to become easier with who and what she was before exposing her to his fiancée and her sub. However, he fully intended for Kristy to serve as a physical example to Stephanie, evidence of what she should aspire to be. He was certain that given the right training, Stephanie would eclipse Kristy, who had been so reluctant to admit to what she was (although she was now happily settled and sure of who and what she was).

As she was led through the doors, still teetering precariously in her extremely high heels, Stephanie caught her breath, then sighed at the beauty of the room. A highly polished, dark rosewood dining table occupied the centre of the room, surrounded by 6 dining chairs and 2 carvers, all upholstered in a rich, dark red leather. A matching sideboard ran along one side of the room, whilst opposite was a large fireplace surrounded by a dark, marble mantelpiece. A large, silk, Chinese rug occupied the centre of the room, laid over a beautifully polished, hardwood floor.

There was an appetizing aroma filling the room and Stephanie saw it was issuing from an array of silver covered dishes laid out on the sideboard. David, however, ignored them and took a seat at the table.

“Position 2!” he commanded and Stephanie sank to her knees beside his chair.

“As a submissive, there will be many occasions when you will be expected to serve your Master in a capacity other than sexual,” David explained. “You will be learning how to do this as a part of your training. As a submissive, your place is on your knees either beside or in front of your Master, unless he indicates otherwise. When he wishes you to serve him, you will do so with all the grace and dexterity at your disposal. You will also do so in complete silence. You are a living example of his care and attention to you and as such, must always reflect perfection. At times your Master will allow you to eat with him but when this is not the case, you will serve him dutifully and only eat once he indicates that you may do so. You may nod if you understand.”

Stephanie nodded to show she understood.

“Very well,” David said. “We will begin. You will serve me from the sideboard. I require smoked salmon, scrambled eggs and lightly buttered toast. There is a juicer present and I will also require freshly squeezed orange juice. Bring all of this back to the table, where I will expect a standard of service from you that is equal to the best silver service. You will serve me from the left and clear from the right.”

Stephanie rose to her feet, pausing for a moment to try and catch her balance on the extremely high heels. Then she teetered slowly to the sideboard. She quietly lifted the covers until she found the dishes David required. She placed what she felt was an appropriate amount of each onto a plate before bringing it to the table. Her heel turned under her just as she was setting the plate down in front of her Master and it dropped the last couple of centimetres. Luckily nothing fell from the plate but nevertheless Stephanie was mortified as David frowned in displeasure.

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This is a 3rd person fiction story about my fantasies of being a Pantysissy. All characters in this story are made up, and are all over the ages of 18.

*****

Jay was on his way back to New York from a weeklong work conference in Chicago. He decided to take Amtrak back to NYC. He got on the train in Chicago and noticed a hot young blonde woman in her 20s sitting in the seats in the row directly to the right of him. She had a workout top on, and was wearing pink yoga pants. The seat directly to the right next of Jay was empty, as no passenger had bought that seat.

While in Chicago, Jay had made a panty run to his favorite store, Victoria’s Secret. He picked up 3 pink thongs, 1 blue bikini panty, and 1 hot pink Hiphugger panty as part of Victoria’s Secret’s 5 for $27.50 panty sale. When he got on the train, he was still wearing the hot pink Hiphugger panty that he bought at Victoria’s Secret. He hoped nobody could tell that he was wearing panties underneath his work clothes.

A couple hours into the train ride Jay decided to get up and use 1 of the 2 bathrooms that were on his car. (Both unisex). Once inside the bathroom, Jay pulled down his panties, and sat down to pee. (As a good Pantyboy always does). As he was peeing, the door to the bathroom suddenly barged open. It was the hot blonde woman sitting in the row next to him. Jay suddenly realized he must not have locked the door. Embarrassed, and gushing red beyond belief Jay immediately pulled up his panties and his pants.

“Sorry Ms. I must not have locked the door…”

“Don’t be sorry. I’ll just use the other bathroom.” She said with a wink, and a dry smile on her face. She then walked into the bathroom next to the one Jay was using..

Jay finished peeing, pulled up his panties again, and nervously walked out of the bathroom and all the way down to the cafe car to grab some water. When he returned to his seat there was a message on a sticky note attached to it. It was written in pink pen and read: “Nice hiphuggers pantyboy! Ik your dirty little secret. Would you like to know mine? -Xoxo Sydney.”

Jay felt a knot form in his stomach. This is exactly NOT what he wanted to have happen anywhere he wore panties, no less in a public setting like a train. Anytime Jay shopped for panties at Victoria’s Secret he would always tell the cashier or store associate that he was shopping for his girlfriend. They would always believe him, and never in a million years did he think they thought he was shopping for himself. In fact, he had never been caught wearing panties anywhere before… Jay loved wearing panties, but he preferred to do so anonymously without anybody ever seeing him wearing them, or knowing that he wore them.. Not even Jay’s girlfriend knew that he wore panties… His cover was most definitely blown this time though…

Jay read the note to himself and put the sticky note in his pocket. After he did that he turned to his right to look at Sydney, the woman who wrote it. She smiled back at him, and winked. “Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into?” Jay wondered to himself. Daytime turned into nighttime, and he eventually fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day Jay was not sitting alone. Sitting directly next to him was Sydney. Startled, Jay was at a loss for words when he realized who it was. Before he could say anything Sydney introduced herself.

“Hi, my name is Sydney. I came over here to get a better view of my… let’s just call them… surroundings” she said with another wink.

“Hi, I’m Jay” was all that Jay could muster up…

The next few hours went by with Jay sitting in his seat alongside Sydney. It was awkward as hell, and Jay tried to pretend to himself that Sydney wasn’t there. On top of that, Sydney had just put red lipstick on, and was in the process of doing her full makeup. Jay took out his earbuds and started listening to music for about an hour.

Suddenly Sydney took the earbud out of J’s right ear. In a really sexy voice she whispered into Jay’s ear “Hey Pantyboy, I saw you in the bathroom back there pulling up your pink panties. I know your dirty little secret. If you don’t want this entire train car to figure out that you’re a Pantyboy, I suggest you do exactly as I say.”

“Yes m’am” Jay replied.

“No!” Sydney said affirmatively. “I’m not your m’am. You will address me as Mistress Sydney from now on. Understood?” “

Yes, Mistress Sydney” Jaymie replied.

“Good” Sydney responded. “And from now on your name is Jaymie. Understood?” “Yes, Mistress Sydney” Jaymie responded.

“So, Jaymie, where are you headed when you get off this train?”

“Uhh… I’m headed to New York City, Mistress Sydney” Jaymie replied reluctantly.

“Well, as a matter of fact so am I. Jaymie, when we get off this train in NYC, We will both head to my apartment.

“Ok, Mistress Sydney.” Jaymie replied, as if he had any choice…

“Now Jaymie, those nails of yours xslot look so plain and ugly. Let me get my nail polish out and brighten them up a bit. And since we both know pink is your favorite color, I think there’s only 1 logical color choice.”

Without further ado, Sydney took out her nail polish paints, and began applying hot pink nail polish to Jaymie’s fingernails. At this point Jaymie was gushing red, hoping nobody on the train would notice what Sydney was doing to him. There were only a few people sitting in the vicinity of them, and for now they were all keeping to themselves.

“Now that’s more like it!” Sydney declared, as she finished applying the hot pink nail polish to Jaymie’s fingernails.

“But that’s just your nails. Jaymie, I think it’s time to make that face of yours a bit more sexy.”

“Ok, Mistress Sydney” Jaymie gulped.

With that, Sydney took out the bright red lipstick she had been using and started pressing it on Jaymie’s face.

“Now you look more like a girl, Jaymie.”

All Jaymie could do was smile and sigh.

“But we still need to put some mascara on you.”

Sydney then took a bottle of pink mascara and painted it on Jaymie’s face.

“You look beautiful!” Sydney proclaimed.

“Now Jaymie, I think we need to take a selfie together, that I can send to my roommate.”

Sydney then took out her iphone, and snapped a selfie with her and Jaymie’s lipstick covered face.

“Please don’t tweet that out” Jaymie begged Sydney.

“Oh don’t worry Jaymie, this picture will stay within our house” Sydney replied.

“Our house?”

“Yes Jaymie, our house” Sydney said.

“Well, at least I don’t have to worry about paying the rent on my apartment now.” Jaymie thought to himself.

“Jaymie, I am a dress and lingerie designer at a fashion company in NYC. What exactly do you do?”

“I work at an investment bank in NYC” Jaymie replied.

“Interesting” Sydney said with another dry smile on her face.

“I think my company would have a field day with your wardrobe. What do you say pantyboy?”

“Yes… Mistress Sydney” was all Jaymie could get out.

“And I have a good feeling that your suitcase is all full of panties. Am I right?” Sydney asked.

“Yes… Mistress Sydney” Jaymie replied again.

“Excellent.”

Soon after, the conductor walked down the aisle. She turned, looked at Sydney and saw Jaymie sitting there in full makeup.

“Having a good time, are we?” she asked.

“Yes, we’re having a beautiful time” Sydney responded and squeezed Jaymie’s arm.

“But Ms. we could use something to spice up this trip a bit” Sydney told the conductor.

“Ya know, I think I have just the thing for passengers looking to spice up their trip a bit. And please, call me Zoe.”

Moments later Zoe the conductor returned holding a pair of red white and blue pair of panties that read “AMTRAK” on the front and “TRAIN ME” on the back in bedazzled red white and blue lettering.

Zoe then handed Sydney the panties.

“Will this do the trick?” she asked Sydney.

“Well I think that’s perfect for my little pantyboy!” Sydney proclaimed!

“What do you think Jaymie?”

“Well…I think that’s…uh… lovely Mistress Sydney.”

“Now go be a good little pantyboy and go walk down the aisle to the bathroom. Take off your hiphuggers and put those on!” Sydney instructed Jaymie.

“Yes Mistress Sydney.”

“And when you come back, I want you wearing nothing but your new Amtrak panties. OK?”

“Ok, Mistress Sydney.”

“And do me a favor Jaymie, leave everything except your hiphuggers in the bathroom. OK?”

“Yes Mistress Sydney.”

“And before you leave Jaymie, give me your iphone.”

Jaymie handed Sydney his iphone and in exchange Sydney handed Jaymie his new Amtrak panties. Jaymie then walked down to the bathroom and did as instructed. He took off the hiphuggers, his work shirt, his work shoes, his work socks, and his work pants. He left everything except the hiphuggers and the Amtrak panties that he was now wearing, inside the bathroom. He then walked out of the bathroom and prepared to walk back to his seat. However, before he could begin his walk back, Zoe the conductor was at the front of the train car on the intercom.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE. WE HAVE A VERY SPECIAL GUEST ONBOARD THIS TRAIN CAR TODAY. NOW WALKING DOWN THE AISLE IS JAYMIE. JAYMIE IS BEGINNING HER NEW LIFE AS A SISSY TODAY. PLEASE TAKE OUT YOUR PHONES AND GIVE JAYMIE YOUR FULL ATTENTION AS SHE MAKES HER WAY DOWN THE AISLE.”

EVERYBODY on board took out their phones and starting filming video and snapping pictures. But even before Jaymie could begin his march down the aisle back to his seat, Sydney had a pair of red high heel shoes passed down the aisles for Jaymie to wear. Attached to the heels was another sticky note with a message written in pink pen. xslot Giriş “Hey Jaymie, I have arranged for your march down the aisle so EVERYBODY and I mean EVERYBODY can share in your true sissy initiation. But you didn’t think you could just march back barefooted, did you? No, Jaymie, you need better footwear than just your feet. You will march down the aisle back to our seats wearing these Red high heeled shoes from Nordstrom. And you will do so wearing these hot pink stockings and pink garter belt that are both coming down the aisle in a second. And lastly I have arranged for a pink lace wedding cap to be sent down for you to wear. Enjoy your big walk, pantyboy! We’ll all be watching! -Xoxo Sydney.”

Jaymie had absolutely no choice. He had to do what Sydney said. He waited for the hot pink stockings as well as the pink garter belt and the pink lace wedding cap to be passed down the aisle. He put those on, and then put the red high heeled shoes on.

All throughout the car the women started chanting “JAYMIE! JAYMIE! JAYMIE!” followed with “PANTYBOY! PANTYBOY! PANTYBOY! And “SISSY! SISSY! SISSY!”

“Here goes nothing” Jaymie thought to himself. And with that he began his march down the aisle from the back of the car all the way back to his seat at the front of the car. Sydney had somehow arranged for all of the women sitting in the car to be seated all the way in the back where Jaymie had to begin his march. They all had their phones out snapping pictures, and some of them were even streaming Jaymie’s march on YouTube and Facebook Live. Jaymie had no idea how to wear high heels, as he had never worn a pair before. Shortly after he began the march back he lost his footing and fell down flat on his face. There was a ton of laughter. Zoe the conductor then got on the loudspeaker again.

“CAN SOME WOMEN SEATED IN THE BACK PLEASE HELP OUR DEAR PANTYBOY GET UP?”

A few women sitting in the back handed their cameras off and helped Jaymie get up. 2 of them even whispered in Jaymie’s ear.

“Nice stockings pantyboy” one of the women said and then started giggling.

The other woman whispered “You really do look good in pink, pantyboy” she said and gave Jaymie’s rock hard cock a little tug through his Amtrak panties..

Jaymie continued his march back to his seat. He was getting towards the front of the train car when one woman stopped him.

“This is a gift from Sydney” she told him.

The woman then took out a pink stick of lipstick and started writing on Jaymie’s chest

“Jaymie is a #Pantyboy.” Then she put a pink Tiara crown on Jaymie’s head. Finally Jaymie had made his way towards the front of the train. He thought the march was mercifully over, but he would be wrongly mistaken. The train suddenly stopped and Zoe got back on the intercom.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE STOPPING THIS TRAIN FOR A VERY SPECIAL PHOTO SESSION WITH OUR SPECIAL GUEST. ANYBODY WHO WANTS TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH OUR RESIDENT PANTYBOY, JAYMIE, PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TOWARD THE REAR OF THE TRAIN. JAYMIE WILL BE TAKING PICTURES WITH EVERYONE ONBOARD FOR ONE HOUR.”

“Oh my god…” Jaymie thought to himself..

The line started forming and Zoe the conductor came down to escort Jaymie back towards the rear of the train. One by one people started taking pictures with Jaymie. The first person in line was a middle aged woman. She walked up to Jaymie dug her hand deep into Jaymie’s panties and stood next to him for a picture. Jaymie could feel his throbbing cock tingling.

The woman told Jaymie “I’m not wearing any panties.”

Once again, all Jaymie could do was smile. Next up was another woman. She had taken off her panties, but was still fully clothed aside from that. She came up to Jaymie and held the panties up to his face.

“Smell my panties, and I’ll smell yours” she told him.

Again, Jaymie had no choice so he smelled the panties that the woman held up. They smelled like cum. She then smelled Jaymie’s Amtrak panties and walked back to her seat. Next up was a guy who told Jaymie that he was gay. The guy kneeled down, and pointed to Jaymie’s hard cock in his picture pose. Then he walked to the back of Jaymie and gave Jaymie’s butt cheeks a hard two handed slap.

“I’ve always wanted to do that” he told Jaymie and then walked away.

Next in line were 2 young women. They both seemed pretty hungover and smelled of beer.

“Hi, I’m Amanda and this is Rachel. We both just turned 21” they told Jaymie.

“Hi ladies” was all Jaymie could get out.

“Turnaround pantyboy!” Amanda shouted at Jaymie.

“Oh, we’re going train you alright” snickered Amanda as she read the back of Jaymie’s “TRAIN ME” bedazzled Amtrak panties.

“Now bend over and keep your ass pointed!” yelled Rachel.

Jaymie did as he was told.

Amanda had Rachel take out a can of Bud Light. Rachel then poured the can of bud light down into Jaymie’s Amtrak panties, and Amanda luge xslot Güncel Giriş drank the beer from Jaymie’s panties as it was being poured. After Amanda finished Rachel handed her another can of bud light.

“My turn now pantyboy!” declared Rachel.

Amanda poured the 2nd can of Bud Light down Jaymie’s Amtrak panties, and Rachel luge drank the beer this time.

While they were doing this the woman behind them was filming it on her phone.

“This video is going to our entire sorority on group chat” Rachel told Jaymie.

Before leaving, both Amanda and Rachel grabbed both of Jaymie’s balls with 1 hand, squeezing them hard, and making him squirm. They crouched down and took a selfie with Jaymie, making sure to get his beer soaked panties and the rest of his sissy covered body in the picture.

Further down the line was the conductor, Zoe, who originally gave Sydney Jaymie’s Amtrak panties before his march. She came up to him, took the end of her conductor’s whistle out of her mouth and dug it deep into Jaymie’s beer soaked Amtrak panties. She crouched next to Jaymie to take a picture with one end of her conductor’s whistle in her mouth, and then the other end dug deep into Jaymie’s Amtrak panties.

“Welcome aboard Jaymie. I think Sydney has been very, very good to you today..” she whispered in Jaymie’s ear. “If you’re ever in need of somebody for a playmate, please give me a call. I live in NYC and gave Sydney my cell number. Who knows, I might even bring a few of my fellow black friends, so you can taste our BBC.”

“Uh…will do, Zoe.” Jaymie replied.

“That’s Mistress Zoe to you, Pantyboy!” She told Jaymie.

“Will do Mistress Zoe” Jaymie replied again.

Zoe then kissed Jaymie on the lips and gave his cock a tug through his Amtrak panties and blew Jaymie a kiss as she walked back towards the front of the train.

Last in line for pictures with Jaymie was Sydney. She had an enormous smile on her face and was beaming ear to ear. She looked like she had just won the lottery.

“Hello Jaymie.”

“Hello Mistress Sydney.”

“Did you have a good time taking pictures?”

“Uhhh…Yes I did,” Jaymie replied. “But I thought you said if I did exactly as you said, you wouldn’t tell the entire train car that I’m a pantyboy..”

“I lied” Sydney replied with a grin on her face.

With that Sydney slipped a pink Victoria’s Secret bra on to Jaymie’s chest, and zipped it up on his back.

“You’re favorite brand” she said with a smile.

Jaymie half-smiled back.

“Do you still have your pink hiphuggers that you were wearing earlier?”

“Yes, Mistress Sydney I still do” Jaymie told her as he handed Sydney the pink hiphuggers.

“Excellent. We’ll need these for later” Sydney said with a grin on her face.

“Come on pantyboy it’s time we head back to our seats and finish doing your nails.”

“Ok, Mistress Sydney.”

Sydney then led Jaymie back to their seats.

After the pictures ended, the train took off again, and was only an hour or so away from NYC. Sydney painted Jaymie’s toenails with the same hot pink nail polish color that she painted his fingernails.

“You’re now covered in hot pink from head to toe! Now what do you have to say for that?”

“Thank you Mistress Sydney.”

“You’re very welcome Jaymie. It’s been a pleasure making you my pink sissy little Pantyboy. And we are only just getting started.”

After his nails were done being painted Jaymie tried to close his eyes and get in one more nap, hoping there were no more surprises. But before he could fall asleep, Sydney had one more surprise left for him. She whispered in his ear in that same sexy voice again.

“So Jaymie, we obviously know about your little secret, but would you like to know about mine?”

“Uh, sure Mistress Sydney.”

Sydney told Jaymie to get out of his seat and crouch down in front of her. Jaymie did as instructed. Sydney then pulled down her yoga pants a little bit, unveiling bright red panties, which immediately caused a tent to form in Jaymie’s crotch. She then grabbed Jaymie’s right hand and pushed it down her panties. Expecting to feel a nice wet pussy, Jaymie was in for quite the surprise. He could feel his right hand cupping around a set of balls, and then as Sydney pushed it down further, he could feel her shaft. Sydney then pulled Jaymie’s face forward, and pushed it into her panties, making him suck her dick.

“That’s right Jaymie, feel my rock hard tranny cock.. I’m a shemale.”

Again at a loss for words, all Jaymie could do was smile. Soon after, the train pulled into NYC.

“Come on Jaymie, let’s go to our apartment.”

To be continued…

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You’ve told me to go get ready to go out. I’m not to wear underwear of any sort, (although You’ve told me to wear a bra). We’re apparently going to see a film with these friends, and like I said, we’re not out to them at all. It’s real warm out, so I figure I can get away with wearing shorts and a shirt. I put on a pair of black leather shorts and a black sleeveless shirt and black docs. The shorts are rubbing against the welts, making them ache and burn, but I ignore this as best I can. I quickly run a brush through my hair before returning back downstairs to You. You’re sitting on the sofa waiting for me. You look up and smile at me as I enter the room, “Take your clothes off dear.” I frown and begin to open my mouth to question You, but stop before any sound comes out. I pull the shirt up over my head and remove it, then unhook my bra and let it fall to the ground, and then I undo my shorts and lower them before stepping out of them. I bend down to untie my boots, but You stop me saying, “No, they can stay on. Come here.” I walk over to You, stopping in front of You.

“Kneel down”

“Yes Sir,” I reply as I obey You.

You remove a couple of nipple clamps from Your pocket and show them to me, grinning suspiciously like a wolf. “I told you tonight would be fun, didn’t I?”

I smile up at You and nod my head a couple of times, and then gasp as You roughly grab hold of one of my breasts and pinch the nipple hard between Your thumb and forefinger. The nipple immediately becomes erect and You put one of the clamps on – making sure it is very tight. Then You take my other breast in Your hand and draw it up to Your mouth (lifting me off my knees), biting not-so-gently on the nipple, until it too becomes hard. The second clamp is placed on it, sinking into the sensitive flesh, making my clit throb suddenly. I groan out loud and You laugh quietly at me and pat Your lap. “Come on dear, up and over.”

I stand and move to Your side, and lower myself across Your thighs, keeping my chest raised off the seat of the sofa. As soon as I do so, Your hands are running over my sore and beaten ass and thighs, admiring the marks, pinching the occasional welt. A butt plug appears in front of my face, and I hear a smile in Your voice as You say, “Open your mouth wide dear, this is larger than any I’ve used on you before, and I dare say you’ll need as much help as you can get.”

I do as I’m told, and the plug enters my mouth – pushing into it and moving round in small circles. It’s abruptly removed and I feel You pulling my butt cheeks apart, probing with Your fingers. By this stage, my pussy is again very wet, and You are spreading moisture all the way up and down my crack. I can’t help it – I start wriggling around on You, only to get my ass slapped twice – hard. “Stop that! We’re not here for your enjoyment or amusement, so just lie still or you’ll be sorry…”

I immediately stop moving, biting my lip to keep from saying anything.

“That’s better…now behave yourself.”

“Yes Master.” I feel the tip of the butt plug being pushed into my ass, and then pushed in further and further. I cry out as it goes deeper into me and it stops for a minute. “Did you have something you wanted to say to me?,” You ask threateningly.

“No, Sir, no, sorry…it just…slipped out”

“Then lie still…and …shut…up. I won’t tell you again.”

I lower my head and bite down on my arm to muffle any other sound that may escape from me. You give one final thrust, and shove the plug the rest of the way up into me. Tears spring into eyes, but somehow I manage to not make any noise. You pat my ass a couple of times, saying, “You may get up and get dressed now.” I push myself up off You and the sofa. The plug feels huge in me – like it’s as large as Your cock. I tell You this and You just grin at me, “Good. Get used to it dear, it’s about to become your new best friend.”

I swallow hard and lower my head slightly while going back to where my clothes are and getting dressed again. I can sense Your eyes on me, watching my every movement. My ass feels like it has been well and truly stuffed, and still burns from the caning. I feel like when I’m walking, it must be very xslot obvious that there’s a butt plug inside of me.

“Um, Sir?”

“What is it?”

“It’s just that, um, well…. Sir it’s gonna be obvious what’s going on here…”

“What are you talking about now, dear?”

“Well, uh, everyone’s going to be able to tell from the way I walk that, uh, I’ve got…something…in me Sir, and even if they can’t see that, how can they miss seeing the clamps?”

“First of all, if anyone can tell anything from the way you walk, you’ll be damn sorry when we get back here tonight, I promise you that.

Secondly, you’ll leave the first three buttons of your shirt undone, so it’s loose enough to hide the fact that you are…wearing tokens of my hold over you…and if by chance someone does happen to notice, well, we’ll just have to admit that you’re a kinky little slut, won’t we?”

I sigh softly; I really should have known better I guess.

You come over to where I am and gently take my face between Your hands. “You are going to learn that nothing in your life is as important as serving me; pleasing me. If I decide to give you to our friends for the night you’ll do whatever they want, because it’s what I want. If I decide I want to take you out naked tonight, you’ll do it with a smile on your face – because it’s what I want. Do you understand me yet? I am your Master, you cannot say no to me, you cannot lie to me … you cannot disobey me without bringing so much pain and humiliation upon yourself. I own you completely and utterly, body, mind and soul. The sooner you figure this out the better it’ll be for you. Don’t EVER make the mistake of assuming I will allow you to get away with anything at all. Now, are you ready to leave?”

I look into Your eyes, slightly stunned by this impromptu speech, and simply nod.

“Good, then let’s go.”

***

We’re meeting the others at the theatre, which is only a few blocks from the apartment, and as it’s a warm evening You decide we’ll walk there. We head off down the street and You put Your arm around my shoulders. After a few minutes, Your hand reaches down and gives a sharp tug on one of the nipple clamps. I gasp out loud and stop walking for a second, as the pain shoots down the front of my body, causing me to tremble. A couple of people turn to us with questioning looks, and You say softly in my ear “Don’t make me pull you along by this.” I’m blushing deeply by now, and shake my head at You and we keep walking. Your arm drops from my shoulders so that You can rub my ass – and of course apply a bit of pressure to the butt plug there, making it feel larger than ever. I glance up at Your face to see that You’ve got an incredibly evil smile that promises I’m in for a rough evening…

***

We get to the theatre and our friends are waiting there already. After the usual greetings and foolin’ around, we all traipse into the foyer. You get in line to get the tickets, and I go off with a couple of the others to wait for You. It’s a long queue so we’re standing around talking for quite some time. I catch Your eye and You give me a big smile and surreptitiously run a hand across Your chest – as if I needed reminding of what was under my shirt. I feel my face blush and turn away quickly from Your gaze. I figure You’re probably frowning at this, but hey, I’m likely to buckle at the knees, (or worse, cum right then and there) if I see You looking at me like that for much longer.

You come over and join us as soon as You have the tickets and we go straight in – the film’s about to start. There are about 8 of us and we manage to find an almost empty row near the back so we can all sit together. You end up sitting on the seat nearest the aisle, with me in between You and one of the other guys. Almost as soon as we’ve settled down, the house lights dim to almost nothing and the previews begin. We’re all talking and joking and generally just fucking around during them, and then the lights go out completely and the feature begins. About five minutes into it, Your hand finds its way onto my leg and gently strokes my thigh, sending waves of pleasure coursing up and down me. It moves slightly higher, xslot Giriş and just before it reaches my groin, where I so badly want it to go, You lean over and whisper in my ear, “Go to the bathroom and masturbate until you’re just about ready to cum.” I turn to You, startled. “What?”

You grip my thigh hard. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Ok, ok, I’m going,” I whisper back. I get up out of my seat and step over Your legs to get into the aisle. As I turn to go, You grab my wrist, “You’ve got four minutes.”

I hurry up the aisle and out into the foyer area. The bathrooms are off to one side, and fortunately empty. I lock myself in one of the stalls and quickly lower my shorts, grinning to myself – this isn’t going to take long at all. I lean against the door with my legs apart and gently rub my finger over my swollen clit while pulling on the nipple clamps one at a time. I was right, within seconds I’m dripping wet again, and about to cum. I stop JUST before I do however, knowing that to disobey You on this one would be … well, hazardous to my health to say the least. I wipe myself, pull up my shorts and leave the bathroom. I walk back into the theatre feeling more aroused than I can ever remember being before; so very aware of the butt plug inside of my ass and the clamps on my nipples. My face feels like it’s burning and I’m scared that when I sit down again the pressure of the shorts on my clit is going to make me cum.

I get to the right row and step over You again and slowly lower myself back into my seat. Without looking at me, You place an arm around my shoulders while reaching over and undoing the zip of my shorts. You put Your hand inside, feeling my clit and my pussy. An involuntary gasp escapes me, causing the guy next to me to turn around and ask if I’m ok. I simply nod my head – because You’ve taken my clit between Your thumb and finger and are pinching it real hard. Your little finger is in my pussy and I’m beginning to wriggle round and my breaths are becoming shorter and more ragged. Without warning, Your hand clamps over my mouth and You give my clit a HARD squeeze before removing Your hand from my shorts altogether. It’s a good thing You covered my mouth, because I yelp out loud, but it’s smothered and doesn’t get past You. Your arm goes back to resting on my shoulders but I hardly notice, I’m panting and half blind with lust by now, and would do pretty much anything to be allowed to cum – just once even. You know this of course, and sit there quietly for the next 45 minutes with only Your arm touching my shoulders. I’m not bothering to try and follow the film; my whole body is screaming for Your touch and it’s all I can do to sit there and not squirm in my seat or beg You to fuck me.

Intermission comes. We stay in our seats (Your idea) and a discussion of what’s happened so far ensues. Of course, I have absolutely no idea what the film is about or who’s even in the damn thing – I can’t seem to get my mind out from between my legs. Someone says something to me and I just stare blankly at them. “Sorry, what was that?” You decide to be merciful and come to my ‘rescue’ with, “She’s not really feeling herself tonight.” I shoot a black look at You, which was obviously intended for my benefit, another of Your “little jokes” no doubt. Very fucking funny I’m sure. One of the women comments that I do look a little flushed, am I maybe coming down with something? I mutter something about being fine, really, thanks I’m ok and hear You chuckling next to me.

Intermission finally comes to an end, and the lights are dimmed again and the second part of the film begins. I try to concentrate on it and at least make an effort to figure out what’s going on, but know it’s not really going to happen. Especially when You grab hold of my hand and pull me out of my seat whispering “Come on.” The guy next to me turns and asks again if I’m ok. “Uh, yeah, no, uh, I’ll be back in a minute. Sorry.”

You rush us out of the theatre and when we get into the foyer, You glance round to make sure no-one’s looking and pull open the door to a closet that is half hidden in a dark spot. You push me inside and close the door behind us, engulfing xslot Güncel Giriş us in complete darkness.

“What are…,” I start to ask

“Shut up! Get those pants off, turn around and don’t say another word.”

I do as ordered, removing my shorts (again) and turning so my back is to You. The butt plug is abruptly removed from my ass, only to be replaced seconds later by Your cock, which rams up into me in one sharp sudden thrust. I’m thrown forward by the savagery of it and catch myself on what feels like a shelf of some sort. You’re pumping Yourself into me; I feel Your balls slapping against my pussy, Your hands like talons on my shoulders, Your cock like an iron rod inside of me. You’re thrusting as hard as You possibly can, and it feels like You’re tearing me open. I clench my teeth as hard as I can to keep from crying out and my jaw is aching within seconds. “Ahhh…yes yes yes yes yes,” You cum in four jerking thrusts, spurting hot cum in my ass, before falling against me for a minute. “God that’s better, don’t you think?.”

I groan loudly, “Sir please…I’m so horny…my pussy is aching for You…my ass is so sore…my nipples hurt…please Sir please, let me cum? I’ll be so good from now on Master, I promise…”

In response, You pull out of my ass, shove the butt plug back in (keeping all Your cum there) and tell me to get dressed and to “stop acting like a whore and meet me back in the theatre,” and then You leave. I pull my shorts up, wincing with every movement, thinking this has to be one of the worst punishments You could possibly come up with (selectively forgetting that I think the same thing about every punishment).

Again, I make my way back to my seat and carefully sit down. I don’t even bother to look at the screen this time. I just put my head back and close my eyes for a while. When the film finally ends and the lights come back, the general consensus seems to be that it was a great movie, really worth coming out to see. Fabulous. Most of our group decide to go out for something to eat, but You look at me and say to the others “Sorry guys, but we’re gonna bail on you this time. We’ve got…stuff…to do at home. Right, dear?” I smile and nod at the others, “Yeah, we should probably get back soon I guess.” With that, we say goodnight and head back to the apartment. After we’ve gone a block or two You turn Your head to me, “So, are you feeling more…obedient than you were earlier this week, dear?”

“God yes Master. Hell, right now? I’ll feel anything You tell me to feel.”

“Good. So I won’t need to punish you for anything for a while then?”

I give a short laugh, “No Sir, absolutely not. I’ll be so well-behaved from now on, I promise I will.”

You stroke one of my cheeks gently and laugh, “I won’t recognize you…”

“I’m sorry Sir, have I really been that badly behaved lately?”

Your voice tightens for a moment. “You know you have – or has tonight been a complete waste?”

“No. No it hasn’t Sir, I guess I have been a bit of a brat recently. I am sorry Sir.”

You laugh again and slap my ass, “I bet you are.”

We get back to the apartment and go inside. You lead me straight upstairs to the bedroom and tell me I’ve got exactly ten minutes to get ready for bed – but that the butt plug and nipple clamps cannot be removed. I nod resignedly and go off to get ready.

When I return, naked of course, I see You have a pair of handcuffs waiting on the bed. You see me notice them, “Well – aren’t you going to ask?” I just shake my head, “No Sir”

You smile broadly at me “By God I think you might actually be learning something….” You come over to me and place Your hands over the nipple clamps, and lean down to kiss me. As Your lips meet mine, You pull both the clamps off at once, sending lightning bolts of pain to all parts of my body as the blood rushes back, and causing my knees to give out completely.

You laugh softly as You lower me to the bed and gently rub my nipples, easing the pain away to a dull throb. You then roll me over and cuff my hands behind my back and take out the butt plug – much more gently this time, and pull the sheet up over me. “Go to sleep now. We’ll talk again in the morning, and if you promise to behave, well, we’ll see what we can do about this,” and with that, You rub one hand against my pussy for a minute or two, just enough to get me very excited again and then take it away with one last pat. “Sleep well now…”

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“Sir” emailed more often than he called but the thought of “when” was always at the back of my mind. I enjoyed the memory of our first experience together and was driving myself crazy thinking about what he had in store for me the next time we met.

He waited almost two weeks and I received a call from him early one morning. Just hearing his voice gave me shivers all over. I loved his voice and heard it in my dreams most nights. Here I was in my 40’s and having “wet dreams” for the first time in my life. This time with him was a very intoxicating infatuation for me as I was married for years with a man that might as well have been asexual. I was learning, finally, what it was to share with another and I was enjoying how hot it all was! My female parts had never experienced such hotness in my entire life.

But, back to our second meeting… He wanted to know if I was free for lunch and I would have dropped meeting the Queen of England to meet with him! He told me of a park in the next town from me but not far from his work. Told me to be there by noon and then told me he wanted me to wear a skirt and a tight fitting blouse. I knew just the outfit but the fashion of the day was longer skirts, still I hoped it would be appropriate as the blouse xslot was pretty see thru, very thin white cotton, form fitted and showed off my 36 D’s very nicely. I would wear a demi bra that would push up my assets and would not wear any panties under the skirt. I was creaming just thinking of this..

I was in the park at the appointed time and I parked. “Sir” was only a few moments behind me and he opened my car door to tell me to “Come with me.” We left the car and took off down the park path. I noticed that he had a blanket and a sandwich bag from one of the chains. I made the assumption that we would be sharing a nice lunch together. That is what I get for assuming!

We came to a clearing that was fairly private but with the path close by so if someone came by we would be seen. “Sir” unrolled the blanket and I saw two pieces of twine, rope that fell out. He picked them up and with a very naughty look caressed them. Instead of helping me to my knees, instead he took my hands and pulled me close to him, turned me and backed me up to a dogwood tree I had not noticed before. There were several lower branches and he took both of his hands and took my right arm and stretched it out and tied it to the branch. Then the left xslot Giriş arm was done the very same. He tugged on them to make sure they were not too tight but sturdy. He then with gentle caresses began the exposing of my breasts.. one button at a time.. while running his tongue over my neck and top of my chest.. He opened the blouse wide, pulling it to the sides. Then I felt him rubbing my ass and quickly he had exposed my bottom. The breeze and southern sun felt so good to those areas and only enhanced this experience. In no way did I feel threatened or worried about any “what-if’s”. My “Sir” was in charge and in control. He then whispered in my ear, “Bend your knees.” So, bend them I did..

“Sir” then sat down on the blanket and unwrapped his sandwich and began to eat while he took in the site of my exposed body in front of him. He gently whispered sweet nothings to me and the world around us. He asked if I would enjoy someone walking up and seeing me in such an erotic pose. He wanted to know if I would allow another man to run his hands over my sweetness. He smiled his beautiful smile and asked if I would allow a girl to gaze upon my womanly attributes and share my sweet juice with her. I guess I moaned but I don’t xslot Güncel Giriş remember but “Sir” knew that enticed me. At one point he reached over and ran his index finger down my swollen lips and licked my juices from his finger. Again, with a smile, he said simply, “Dessert.”

Then “my Sir” leaned back and showed me the tent he had in his dress slacks and asked if I enjoyed what I did to him. He shared with me how he had not even had me but yet knew I would be so worth the wait. I was thinking today would be the day, but no. Once he finished his lunch and watching me moan and dripping, he stood up, walked to me and whispered into my ear how much I pleased him and what a good sub I was proving to be. He took my throat in his right hand and lifted my face to him and ravished my mouth to the point my knees could no longer support me.

He then lowered my skirt and began buttoning my blouse.. but only after he tweaked my two hard nipples. Making me smile and wince. I enjoy my nipples being devoured and knew he would enjoy them.

Then he untied me and I hate to admit but I fell onto him. He held me for a few minutes till my multiples had softened and I was able to walk. He picked up the blanket and shook it, turned and smiled and thanked me for a wonderful lunch hour.

I wondered on the drive home if he knew how much I wanted him.. and how his prolonging it only made it even hotter for me… What was to come next with “my Sir”? Only time would tell and that of course was up to “my Sir”.

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Fear and Lusting

Chapter One

(Note to the reader: This is the first chapter of the first part of a three part erotic novella I’ve tentatively titled “Making Love to Horrible People.” Each part consists of about 4 or five chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.)

Dan heard a car door slam outside and he immediately padded over to the window, scooping up his shoes from the floor as he went. His heart rate quickened as he looked out the window from the third floor apartment in the old converted house. The girl was home sooner than he had expected. She had only been gone twenty minutes and he had thought he’d have more time. He heard her car yelp as she locked it and walked to the front door. Dan ran, stepping lightly, to the back door of the apartment. He pulled on the doorknob and it came off in his hand. He stared at it in wild disbelief. He scanned all the interior locks and frantically tried to undo them all and then shoved the doorknob back on its nub and turned it. It spun uselessly.

He cursed his luck and fled to the storage closet he had rummaged through earlier. He had seen a wide roll of duct tape there and grabbed it before advancing on the front door to the apartment. The door was already opening and he was still twenty feet away from it. He froze and dove into the nearest room to him, the bedroom in the middle of the apartment. Several of the girl’s things from her jewelry chest and lower dresser drawers he had already taken out and stuffed in a gym bag. His heart was pounding and he grabbed the bag and dropped down on the floor and scooted under the bed. It was clichéd he knew, but he knew the bedroom was the first place she’d go before settling down to eat in the kitchen and giving him a chance to either escape or surprise her and bind her up so he could get out without alarm. He tried to steady his breathing and pulled the ski mask he kept just in case of emergencies like this over his head as she entered the room.

From under the bed, he could see her feet as she kicked off her shoes and dropped her pants to her delicate ankles and stepped out of them. Her blouse dropped to the floor soon after. Dan’s mind processed his cock’s immature excitement and threw it away. He was petrified of being discovered and could think of nothing else but remaining hidden. She left the room and he could hear noises from the kitchen, where the back door was located. He hoped like hell she didn’t notice any of the locks undone. She was making popcorn and the smell soon filled his nostrils. He just wanted to wait until she was settled, and then he could creep to the bedroom door and make a break for the front door. After she finished making her snack, he heard her sink onto the futon facing the TV in the living room and turn it on.

The living room was right outside the bedroom door and he again cursed his luck. He decided the best thing to do was wait for her to use the bathroom before he tried to leave. Dan waited there and the afternoon shadows turned to night, while he rested on his back. He used the time to take out and inspect the objects hidden under her bed. He found that if he stretched them toward the light spilling in from the doorway to the living room, he could make out what they were. There were the typical items a girl might have stored there: neglected shoes, old textbooks, old underwear and boxes of letters from previous boyfriends.

Then, there were the magazines. Dan couldn’t help but study them in detail. They contained graphic scenes of bondage, rape and torture as well as collections of erotic stories of BDSM, infidelity and incest. His eyes widened and his pulse pounded as hard as it did when he saw her come home. He realized his cock was not only excited, but also completely rock hard. If she was so into chicks being dominated, maybe he could… Dan shook his head and shoved the magazine away. That kind of shit gets stupid pricks caught, Dan thought. The dumb rapists leave their sweat and dirt and semen all over the victim… all over them… all over their beautiful tits… Dan pulled his hand off the bulge in his pants.

No, he told himself. Just wait for her to go to the bathroom and then book it, he commanded himself. He hadn’t had much of a chance to get anything he was certain was valuable while she was away, but maybe after he got out of here he could sell what he had and get himself a whore or a few really high quality sex DVDs, and at least have money left over. He could still come out ahead.

He heard the TV turn off and the girl move off of the futon and Dan shuffled back under the bed. She came into the bedroom and flicked on the light. Dan froze and stopped breathing, his pulse thumping in his ears so loud he was sure she could hear it. She stood near her dresser, opening something on top of it, probably her jewelry case, and Dan’s eyes bugged out, thinking she’d notice what he took. Then, he heard the lid snap shut and she retreated to the living room, shutting the light off behind her. Dan let out a slow exhale and took xslot measured breaths for a minute or two before reaching over to the plug in the wall near his head that led to the lamp that was controlled by the light switch and pulled it out, cursing himself for not thinking of it before. Amateur mistake, he thought. I’m getting distracted here.

As he tried to relax and focus on the sounds coming from the next room so he could tell when she went to the bathroom, he could make out odd noises. It almost sounded like moans, but they seemed tinny and distant. Curiosity was getting the better of him and he crawled back out to peak around the door from the floor to see what she was doing. The girl was lying on her side with the top of her head facing him and looking at her laptop, positioned on the edge of the cushion. He couldn’t see what she was looking at, but the sounds coming from it became louder as she tapped a key a few times.

“You like that, bitch?”

“ANHH!”

“Are you going to be a good little whore for me?”

CRACK!

“AHHNNHH! Oh yes! Yes, I will!”

Dan’s cock throbbed and lurched in his pants as he realized she was watching porn. In spite of himself he crawled out further and raised himself up into a standing position behind the door, which was still partially closed, and peaked out again. The futon was straight across from him and perpendicular to his position, pushed up against the living room wall that separated it from the kitchen. The girl was lying down on it, her head toward him. Her smooth and well-formed legs were splayed, one pushed against the upright part of the futon, the other slightly bent and flat on the cushion with the knee toward the edge. He could just make out her red panties as she idly rubbed something he couldn’t see near them. When she took a deep breath, he could also see over her shoulders her full and round breasts heave against her matching bra and then disappear from sight. On the screen of the laptop he could see images that made him almost want to gasp, but he struggled hard and remained silent. He saw a naked woman bound with her hands behind her back and feet tied together and bent over some kind of low saddle horse. Her mouth was hanging open and a man was circling her and whipping her ass. Dan swallowed loudly and hoped the girl didn’t hear. She didn’t, and she continued to watch.

As she did, Dan heard a loud hum begin and realized the object the girl had retrieved earlier had been a small vibrator, one of those bullets or rabbits or whatever. Her right hand was in her panties and she was using the other to search for more porn. Dan’s cock was throbbing and was taking control of his mind. He stroked it through the fabric of his pants, trying to maintain some semblance of control by providing some tactile satisfaction. Maybe if I just cum in my pants, he thought, I’ll be able to keep my wits about me and get out of here without notice.

The girl decided on the next on-line video and Dan watched from over her shoulder, stroking and grabbing his cock head as it bulged out from his underwear and pressed against his pant leg. He could see another naked woman strung up in a harness swinging from the ceiling and being fucked from behind by some guy. He was savagely spanking her ass. The camera switched angles and all of a sudden, Dan could see she was taking his cock in her ass. Dan’s dick head throbbed achingly and he grabbed and shook it savagely and silently. The humming stopped just then and the girl paused the video and began to rise from the futon.

Dan released his cock and retreated, fleeing as lightly as possible around the end of the bed to the darker side of the room. The girl entered and flicked the switch again. The light didn’t come on. She tried it again and nothing happened. Her hand fumbled for the lamp and tried the switch on the stand. Still nothing. She cursed softly and began to feel her way around the bed to the lamp on the other side, the one next to which Dan was crouched.

Dan knew there was only one way out now and he leaped out of the shadows and grabbed her by the throat and threw her face up on the bed. Her surprised cry was strangled silent as he squeezed her larynx so she could only choke instead of scream as he climbed on top of her, pinning her arms under his legs. He moved one hand up to smother her mouth and heard her groan and gurgle. He released her throat and produced a knife from his back pocket and held it to the side of her neck while he covered her mouth and pressed his weight down on her. He could feel her breathing was rapid and panicked and he tried to make sure her nostrils were clear of his fingers.

She tried to kick her legs up and Dan pushed her face down and pressed the blade against her throat. “Listen!” he snarled. “You’re going to be just fine. All I wanted was to get out of here without anyone noticing but you came home sooner than I thought.” The woman tried to force her knees toward his kidneys and scream at the same time.

“NO!” He hissed in a harsh whisper. xslot Giriş “I don’t want to hurt you! I just want to make sure you can’t call the police as I leave. That’s all!” He brushed the flat of his blade up and down her throat to remind her of it. The girl’s knees were jammed into his lower ribs and had been trying to squeeze, but now they relented a bit. “I promise you’ll be just fine. All I wanted was to steal some stuff and leave. I don’t want to hurt anybody, so please don’t make me,” he said as sincerely and yet menacingly as he could. Her legs dropped down hesitantly and her pinned arms relaxed a little.

“Good,” he said as he withdrew the knife and placed it near her head. He could feel her rapid breathing as it blew out of her nose and across his hand. Her heaving breasts pressed against his thighs as he sat on her chest. He shifted his weight a bit to relieve the pressure on her lungs. His eyes were more adjusted to the dark than hers at this point, so he could study her features while she blinked and tried to make him out. She had high, rounded cheekbones and wide, dark eyes. Her brown straight hair was soft and silky and he resisted the temptation to stroke it. Her sharp jaw line pressed against his hand seemed fragile and beautiful. He wanted to kiss it, but squeezed his eyes shut and stopped looking at her.

“Now,” he said as he shook himself from his lust and reached for the pair of old silk panties he had stolen from underneath her bed in case he needed a gag. He dropped them near her head and then pulled the duct tape roll from the large pocket on the front of his pants. “I need to make sure that you don’t make a sound. I guarantee this won’t harm you, but it will be a little uncomfortable. Just open your mouth and don’t try to fight it. You might choke yourself.” He fed the panties into her mouth and she kept her teeth shut and tried to turn her head as she whined and failed to contain a loud sob.

Dan roughly pulled her face over to look at him. “Jen… yes I know your name. I saw it on the mailbox. Listen to me. The only way I’m leaving here is with you either unable to call for help in the immediate future or incapable of it ever. You’re a woman who lives on your own, so I imagine you’re bright enough to distinguish between the two.” Jen shuddered and whined under his hand. “Be a good girl and let me bind you so I can get out of your life and you can continue with yours. Try to fight me and you’ll force me to doing something neither of us wants. You understand?”

She took a couple of quick deep breaths and nodded sharply, her eyes wide and focused on his. She could now faintly make out the ski-masked face above her in the dark room. She gasped and he pressed the panties into her mouth and she accepted them. He tried not to press too far or too firmly. “Shove them up against your teeth with your tongue and try not to swallow until you have them in place” Dan looked at her after he finished feeding her the soft silk. She seemed to breathe ok. “You all right? Can you breathe?” Jen nodded. ” Is any part of it too far down your throat?” Jen shook her head.

Dan grabbed the duct tape with his free hand as his the other still lightly covered her mouth. “Ok, then. I’m going to secure the gag on you. This is duct tape. It holds lightly to skin, but securely to itself. It won’t harm you when peeled off, so I don’t want you to be worried, understand?” Jen nodded again, seeming almost too calm. Dan eyed her cautiously as he grabbed the loose end with his teeth and pulled out a strip. He bit it off and placed it over her mouth. Jen’s breath quickened as she felt her mouth fastened shut over her gag. Dan ripped out another piece and ran it from her nose down below her chin, securing the other strip and restricting her breathing further. Jen started to whine and squirm and he made sure her nostrils were clear before using his free hand to press her forehead back on the bed and lean his face over her. “Calm down, Jen. Calm your breathing. Breathe steady regular breaths. You’re going to be just fine. You can do this.”

In spite of herself, Jen slowed her breathing and concentrated on steady shafts of air entering and exiting her nostrils. She felt herself calming down and noticed the burglar was looking into her eyes and stroking her hair. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing great, Jen. You’re going to make it through without a scratch. Just think. Next time you’re with your friends you’ll have this scary and interesting story to tell them and they’ll just adore you and admire you so much for being so brave and calm through it all. I just know it.”

Jen’s eyes welled with tears. She had never heard anyone say those words of encouragement to her ever and she could not understand why the most frightening individual she had ever come across was saying them now.

“Listen,” he continued. “I need to bind your wrists and ankles together and then tie you to the bed.” Jen sobbed and shivered and started to choke. Dan grabbed her by the bottom of her jaw and pulled gently up to xslot Güncel Giriş stretch her neck out. “No, no, Jen. I’m not going to do anything to you. I just need to make sure you won’t move and take off your gag and call the police. Now, just breathe, sweetheart. Steady. In and out. I promise you, once I leave, I’ll make an anonymous call to the cops after 15 minutes and they’ll come make sure you’re ok. All right? Everything’s going to be fine.” Jen stopped choking and she calmed as this stranger stroked her face and hair and stared deeply into her eyes. She nodded, ready.

Dan pulled a long strip of duct tape off and wrapped a figure eight around her wrists with a few inches of space between them as he held them near his face and squatted gently on her abdomen to apply just enough force to keep her submissive. She remained calm and looked at him. “OK, now I’m going to tie your hands to the head of the bed so you can’t move your arms.” Jen made no response as he put his hands under her armpits and lifted her and shifted her around so she was lengthwise on the bed and started tying her handcuffs to the iron railed head frame with more duct tape. He had noticed she had even moved her legs to help and was glad of it. He really didn’t want to hurt her at all and couldn’t wait to get out of there. He finished securing her hands and moved to the foot of the bed.

“Now, I’ll just secure you’re feet and I’ll be out of here and just a bad memory for you, Jen. We’re almost done.” He got off the bed and moved to the foot of it and took her feet in his hands and took out the tape. He paused. He looked up the long, shapely legs and smooth thighs to the sexy hips still covered in the tight red cotton panties. Her small waist led up to her toned abdomen and he watched it heave up and down steadily. Then he noticed she was moaning softly. Her legs and arms and hips were moving, ever so slightly. His hands moved up a little to her ankles and she might actually have moaned a little louder and arched her back a little. Her high firm breasts stretched against the matching red cotton bra. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her head was tossing gently back and to the side, her soft brown hair a mat of silky comfort beneath her head.

Dan snapped out of his trance, even though his cock insisted this daydream was worth pursuing. He cursed his stupidity and pulled Jen’s feet to the iron rails and secured them. He blinked and hesitated when he finished. He didn’t even notice what he had been doing. He had tied each foot to each corner of the bed, so Jen lay on her back, spread out before him. He simply meant to tie her feet together and secure them like he did with her hands, but instead he bound her like some sacrificial slut. His eyes were wide as he scanned back up her body. Her soft and shapely thighs were flexing and he could see her waist push her pussy and ass up on the bed. He realized she was actually moaning but he could see that her breathing wasn’t erratic. He looked and saw she really was twisting her hips and ankles and hands slowly and with repetition – he hadn’t imagined it. She was testing her bonds, but not with the urgency of escape. She wanted to feel them digging into her flesh.

Dan walked slowly around the bed to stand near the door. He knew he should leave. Some part of his mind told him he had to leave. Everything else that filled his mind was abhorrent and depraved and terrible. He reached out and grabbed a blanket on the floor and spread it over Jen’s quivering body. As he did so, he brushed his hands slowly from Jen’s pelvis, up along her stomach and her arching breasts. He heard her moan a little louder and felt her torso try to bend up and reach his hands, before he dropped it over her so only her face and arms were exposed. He could swear he heard her give a frustrated sigh. “That’s… Ummm…” he struggled to say as he looked at her. “That’s so when they find you, they don’t see your… Uh…” He grabbed his shoes and his bag and left the room.

His hand was reaching for the front room doorknob and he couldn’t seem to grasp it. His body was tingling at its core and slightly numb at his extremities and his cock bulged and strained and complained against his pants. His brow furrowed and he could feel he was starting to sweat. “Just do it, Dan,” he whispered silently. “Just get the hell out of here and move on. She’s just a hot piece of ass. You can go down the fucking street and drink some bourbon and get a blowjob from some slut and then this is all behind you. Move, damn you!” His body shook and his mind thrust images of Jen’s perfect body stretched and bound before him. He saw her ass as it thrust up off the mattress and her breasts as they rose and fell with her steady but labored breathing. He imagined what it would be like to slide his hands along her perfect thighs and rub her moist, soft pussy.

He felt himself falling – falling into that beautiful bound body – and instantly was no longer in control. He could see, as if from outside of himself, that he was moving furniture in front of the door to prevent anyone from entering. Some part of his mind remembered the back door and then he was pulling the nearby refrigerator in front of it as easily as if it was coat rack. Everything was hazy as he walked back to her bedroom door.

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Jennifer Ashton was sitting at her office, checking boringly her duties on her computer agenda.

Being a well known nutritionist has its advantages, but being a futanari nutritionist is just the best, especially for the number of gorgeous fitness models looking for her advices…and her extra appendage.

Jenny is around 38 years old, she’s quite a robust woman, she leads a balanced and healthy life. In fact, she goes regularly to the gym, years of training gave her a pair muscular legs. Especially glutes and quadriceps which were the most noticeable parts of her body, she likes to think that they fit better with her 35 cm thick beast. She has blonde long hair with light brown eyes and quite high cheekbones.

She is wearing a professional white coat, under it a white sleeveless top matched with a pair of brown leggings, not hiding at all the huge package inside them, and high heels.

All of a sudden, her secretary, a young and sexy blondie called Monica, knocks the door and enters the room.

“Ma’am, Eva Andjukovic has arrived,” said Monica smiling.

“Let her in darling,” replied Jenny.

Eva is a stunning beauty, she is not very tall, with long dark hair and deep black eyes, but what immediately arouses Jenny are her shapes: she clearly is a fitness model, Jenny notices her firm thighs which match perfectly with an even firmer, but wonderfully round, butt.

Jenny can see the glutes’ shape even from the front, thanks to the tight green military shorts the brunette is wearing, that provocatively reveal just the lower side of her beautiful ass.

Moving her mesmerized glance up, Jenny sees that Eva is wearing a very short black top that entirely unveils her belly, showing off an enviable six pack. The beauty doesn’t even try to hide her tits, which are also noticeable, with the help of plastic surgery she can boast an abundant D-Cup.

Eva puts on a bright smile and approach the doctor to shake her hand, letting her black ankle boots clap on the floor, slightly blushing when she notice the bulge in the nutritionist’s pants.

“Good morning miss Ashton, I’m so glad to meet you,” said Eva with genuine joy.

“The pleasure is mine beauty,” replied Jenny.

They shake hands and kiss on cheeks, the nutritionist invites Eva to sit looking at her ass wiggling.

“Thank you dear Monica you can go now.” Jenny winked at her secretary.

Monica send a kiss to her and close the door.

“So miss Andjukovic…”

“Oh please call me Eva,” said the brunette laughing hysterically.

“Perfect,” Betturkey smiled Jenny “Miss Eva…I can clearly see that you are in perfect shape, your muscles are tonic and your skin seems smooth. So, why do you need my services?” asked Jenny with curiosity.

“Well, you see Miss Ashton.”

“Jenny, please.” the nutritionist interrupted her, smiling.

Eva giggled and continued, “There’s gonna be a very important beauty contest next week in town, it’s called miss BB, where BB means Big Butt hihihi,” Eva chuckled a little embarrassed.

“Oh but I can see that you are well prepared for it, you have a world class ass young lady don’t underestimate it.” Jenny complimented her client.

Eva blushed, amused by the praise of her bum, she is very proud of it, “Oh Jenny that’s so sweet,” said putting a hand on her chest.

“but in order to participate I need just few centimeters more, look.” Eva stood up and turned her back to the doctor showing with her fingers just how much she’s missing.

Jenny must bless her immense patient not to jump on Eva like a tiger and bury her face (and dick) between those wonderful cheeks. She didn’t want to waste any time more.

“I understand.” said Jenny, while raising from her chair, approaching the front of her desk, showing her protruding cock to her client. “As a nutritionist I can give you advices on specific diets, or suggest different physical exercises, anyway I think it would be useless in your case.”

“But, as a futanari, I can give you something special.”

“Oh well, I see!” thought Eva giggling at Jenny’s bulge.

“Have you noticed Monica, my secretary?” asked Jenny.

“Yeah she’s a very cute girl,” replied Eva.

“Indeed she is. She has curves in all the right places and yet she doesn’t hit the gym or follows a diet like you do.”

Eva widened her eyes almost shocked: “NO WAY! That’s impossible, it can’t be all genetics, she must have a secret to keep a body likeOH GOSH!”

Jenny couldn’t hold it any longer and decided to drop her leggings to the floor revealing her full erect cock to the bimbo in front of her “Uff, finally free,” she sighed.

Eva sat back on the chair, gasping in amusement and couldn’t keep her eyes off that meaty and veiny trunk. “What I meant is that,” continued Jenny while slowly stroking her shaft in front of an hypnotized Eva.

“Monica doesn’t need nor gym nor diet because she can swallow futanari’s cum whenever she wants.”

“Lucky bitch!” thought Eva, gulping down in anticipation.

“Now, I guess Betturkey Giriş you already know the nutritional properties of dickgirls’ sperm,” continued Jenny.

“Yeah, I-I’ve read something about it,” said Eva babbling.

“Good girl, this explains why you came right in my office,” said Jenny touching her huge member teasing Eva, knowing exactly what she wants.

The nutritionist suddenly stopped her masturbation, she put her hands on the desk, leaving her now full erect cock suspended in front of Eva’s face.

“I have some cups full of sperm that I can sell you if you want, one glass a day and your ass will grow that little bit of fat that it needs…or,” she said.

“or?” asked Eva impatiently.

” you can drink directly from the source,” replied Jenny with a bright smile, pointing at her dick.

Just the signal Eva was waiting for. She took a firm grip of Jenny’s cock stroking it vigorously “I’ll pick the second option.” said Eva lusciously.

“MMH smart girl,” hissed Jenny savoring Eva’s pleasing touch.

Now was Eva’s turn to tease: she opened her mouth and let Jenny’s cockhead inside without closing her lips. Letting her warm breath heating up the wonderful dick, all while stroking it with both hands.

“Shit, this slut knows how to do it.” Thought Jenny while a little moan escaped her mouth.

Eva proceeded putting a hand on Jenny’s strong lap while the other continued stroking the nutritionist’s cock, harder and harder.

“MMH GNNNh!” grunted Jenny.

“You have such a splendid cock,” said Eva while kissing passionately the head of Jenny’s girth “so hard MMMh SLURP,” The sounds of Eva’s sloppy kisses filled the room.

“OOOh yess, it’s all yours AAH take your time sweetie UUUh the longer the blowjob the bigger the load OOOH FUUCK.” Eva moved down to the base of the dick, leaving the glistening head free from her heavenly kisses. She started licking furiously like she was mad, saliva drooling down her chin, bathing Jenny’s balls.

Jenny looked down to meet Eva’s half closed eyes, lost in her slutty haze, sniffing at the strong overwhelming flavor of dickmeat. “OOH god baby AAAH I love your look MMMMH GNNN PRECUM!” Jenny almost screamed.

A drop of precum was leaking from the tip of the nutritionist’s dick, Eva quickly moved back to the big cockhead, engulfing all of it not letting any drop of precious cum escape her mouth.

Jenny felt Eva’s tongue swirling around her cockhead with gusto “AAAAh yes, precum is awesome for your ass MMMh don’t waste it.” Following Betturkey Güncel Giriş the nutritionist advice Eva closed her eyes and started sucking hard on the tip of the cock, collecting every drop of precum she can.

“God what a marvelous sight,” thought Jenny looking at Eva’s cheeks sinking with every suction.

Suddenly Jenny’s phone ringed two times on the desk, the signal that, shortly, the next appointment would have started.

“Mmh baby we don’t have much time GNNH in ten minutes you need to leave OOOh!” said Jenny with a little bit of regret.

Eva knew it was time to have her drink, she put her hands on Jenny’s strong thighs, looked up at her lover and in one single thrust she swallowed the entire monster cock of the nutritionist. Her nose pressed against Jenny’s crotch and her tongue licked at the warm ballsack filled of precious sperm.

“AAAAAH OH GOD OH GOD YOUR GORGEOUS!!” said Jenny, surprised by her client’s sudden motion.

The sexy brunette didn’t waste time and started bobbing her head up and down the meaty pole coated in a mixture of precum and saliva.

“SHITSHITSHIT!!” hissed Jenny with clenched teeth, the sounds of Eva’s gags and gurgles filled the room. At this point it was almost impossible for the nutritionist to resist the temptation of grabbing Eva’s head and facefucking her wildly and relentlessly. But she decided to keep a professional attitude and just held her hands tight to the desk.

“Ooh God I’m so close MMMH AAAAH!” Jenny felt her balls tighten, ready to splatter a huge load.

Eva felt the cock stiffen in her mouth, a muffled cry of joy escaped her mouth as she buried the whole prick down her throat massaging it with her throat.

The feeling of the brunette’s tight throat sent Jenny over the edge.

“OOH YESSSS Here it comes sweetie SWALLOW EVERY DROP,” shouted the nutritionist in pure bliss.

Rope after rope of white, thick, salty cum splashed inside Eva’s throat who gulped down eagerly like her life depended on that succulent white nectar. Her eyes started watering for the effort, but she was doing great, not a single drop was escaping her well ceased lips.

“MMMH YEEES suck me dry honey,” moaned Jenny.

The nutritionist’s orgasm lasted for an abundant minute. After the last drop of cum came down inside Eva’s stomach she let the immense cock free with a loud POP and took deep breaths.

“You’ll have the ass of a goddess in no time thanks to what you’ve just done,” purred Jenny.

Eva stood up, wiping her forehead from the sweat and her mouth from the saliva.

“If I’m gonna win the contest, I want your beast up my ass,” said Eva panting heavily.

“You bet I’ll do it,” said Jenny while squeezing her client’s succulent ass “If I were miss BB’s judge you would have already won.”

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He had said, “open your mouth and extend your tongue.”

And she had. He had laid the shaft of his cock against her outstretched tongue, the head just inside her mouth. She dared not close her lips and suck him, though she was desperate to. His words were echoing in her head.

“You have a choice to make. All three places where my cock will go are open, wet and ready. I am going to enjoy only two of your wet holes right now. I want you to choose, but I want you to offer me yourself in the way that most demonstrates that you are mine to take. So, one part of you will not get my cock out here in the dunes. Decide before you close your mouth on my cock because then you will only have one hole left that I will use.”

There was really very little choice, she thought. She was helpless not to slide her mouth forward down the shaft of his cock. She could feel its heat against her tongue, feel her saliva pooling in her mouth and she could feel the head throbbing on her extended tongue. She sighed and did the inevitable and closed her lips around his cockhead and gripped the head of his hot cock with her mouth.

What a picture she presented. She was naked and dripping with oil, kneeling, slave-like back among the dunes, her arms folded behind her, her head gripping, sliding and tasting its way down his cock. Little sounds escaped from her.

He looked down at her and smiled. One hole surrendered and one to go. Would she offer her pussy or her ass to him? If she were listening carefully, he had said, “in the way that most demonstrates that you are mine to take.”

As her head bobbed and slid on his cock, she was thinking the same thing. Her pussy so needed fucking, she was wildly desperate to be fucked but that was not her most submissive place. She knew as soon as her mouth closed on his cockhead that her needy cunt was going to go without. She knew she was going to have to open her oiled little asshole for him, here on this beach, here in these dunes. And she knew that when she thought about it later she would find it humiliating and thrilling. The endless spiral, he called it, where her embarrassment at her submissiveness being exposed aroused her and then further embarrassed her, which in turn, aroused her and on it went. And he figured out how to most extend her in this way. All this flashed through her head as her cock slid up and down his shaft. She could feel moisture dripping down her thighs and it could have been perspiration but she was sure it was also her juices. Juices from her pussy that would not now get fucked.

Again, time stood still.

“Would it always be this way in this intense world he was leading her into,” she thought.

She was conscious of the sun beating down, the sweat rolling off her oiled skin, the ocean breeze, there were gulls making their sounds and there was his cock. That was her world. She had a passing thought of the picture she presented and it made her Betturkey clit throb.

“Use your mouth on me the way you will use your other hole on my cock, ” he said.

“You are going to fuck back on my cock with your other hole the same way you use your mouth on me, ” he continued.

She groaned. It wasn’t enough that was going to force her to surrender herself on this beach. It wasn’t enough that he was going to make her neglect her desperate cunt. It wasn’t enough that he was going to make her spread her oiled asshole. He was going to make her fuck his still cock with her clenching asshole. She still had her mouth on him but she could almost feel her asshole on his cock and it hadn’t even begun yet.

“He is going to make me his bitch in heat,” she thought.

She prolonged her cocksucking. She was loving the feel of him in her mouth and was loving the erotic scene and was loving the surrender. She was also trying to think of whether she would able to be such a shameless bitch. She realized that once he had taken her ass in the dunes, that once she had spread herself and had fucked back on his cock out there, that she was doomed to be used and taken in any way he could imagine. She thought of this as she used her mouth and worked her tongue and as her thighs trembled. She thought of the loss of any pretense of dignity that she might have and she thought of his nasty imagination. It was so goddamned primal.

He read her mind.

“Think of how this will look someday when your nipples wear my rings and your pussy has my lock hanging from the rings in your cuntlips. We will need some onlookers then, don’t you think? ” he murmured.

The shudder and orgasm from her was instantaneous. It wracked her abruptly as she took him deep in her mouth. She took him deeper in her throat than a man had ever been.

“Omigod,” she thought as she came and shook without a touch. “How does he know? How does he keep me so primed?”

She felt almost like she losing consciousness. She was deep in a place she had never been. Her nipples, her oiled nipples ached. Her clit and her soon-to-be neglected pussy throbbed. And her asshole, oiled and gleaming, clenched uncontrollably.

“Enough,” he said and he reached down, gripped her oiled nipples firmly and raised her up. Her hands stayed fold behind her. He released one of her nipples and grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back.

“Let me see all of that mouth I just used.”

He captured her lip in his teeth. He kissed her hard. He produced a water bottle and filled her open mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” he hissed. “Like with my cum, you will not swallow without my direction.”

The water overflowed her mouth and cascaded down her heated oiled body. It barely cooled the inferno that was the front of her body. Her hands never moved from behind her.

“Omigod,” she thought again. I am such a bitch in heat.

“Now Betturkey Giriş swallow and then it is time for you to choose the remaining hole to fuck with me with. Swallow it all. Then walk over to the overturned lifeguard chair, kneel over the chair with you ass in the air and tell me which hole you offer and which to neglect.”

Too quickly, she was at the chair. Too quickly she was kneeling with her chest forward over it and her ass raised up. Too quickly she was faced with having to reach back and make the ultimate public,shameless surrender. She leaned forward and reached back. Her hands slowly spread her ass cheeks. He could see her oiled asshole begin to open.

“Please,” she said.

“Please what?” was his reply.

“Please fuck me,” she offered.

“Where shall I fuck you?” was his reply.

It was almost a sob when she said, “In the ass.”

“What about your ass?” he said and he brushed her clenching asshole with his finger.

“Please fuck me in the ass,” she managed.

“Here on this public beach, back in the dunes where the gay men ass-fuck? You want me to fuck your ass like that, my bitch in heat?” he said and slid his finger deep in her asshole.

“Please, yes. Please. Fuck your bitch in heat in the ass,” she gasped out.

He finger fucked her as he smiled down. She was almost there. Only one more little humiliation was necessary.

“But there are two wet holes, my sweet bitch,” he murmured. And I might be tempted to use both. So tell me which one not to fuck.”

His finger sawed in and out. There was an instant of silence.

“I can’t,” she thought.

She was incredulous.

She thought, “He can’t expect me to beg him not to fuck my pussy.”

“You are keeping me waiting. Move your hands to chair you are leaning over.”

As soon as she had, he slapped her ass hard. Once and then again.

“My pussy,” she whined.

“What about it?” he said.

“Omigod, please. Don’t make me say it.”

He slapped her again, even as finger slid in and out of her oiled ass. His handprints were beginning to show.

“Omigod,” she said again. “Please don’t fuck my…I can’t,its too cruel. Please, I want you there.”

Another slap. Harder this time.

“Ok, ok. Please. I’ll say it. Please don’t fuck my pussy.”

She whined it. “There.”

“Again,” he demanded.

A whining sound came first, and then the words.

“Please don’t fuck my pussy.”

It was almost a sob and she felt like her pussy was gaping as it ached and throbbed as the words came out of her.

“Good girl.”

She felt the tip of his cock against her oiled little hole and she gripped the rail of the lifeguard chair with her hands. He prodded and lodged the tip until she was lined up, ready to be impaled.

“Now show me what a good little slut you can be and fuck back on my cock with that oiled asshole.”

She Betturkey Güncel Giriş pushed back onto his cock. There was just slightest resistance and his cockhead penetrated her outer ring. He held her still, gripping her asscheeks.

“What have I penetrated out here in this dunes?” he asked.

“My ass,” she hissed.

“And what won’t be getting fucked?” he continued.

“Omigod, my pussy,” she managed.

“Now take me deep and begin to fuck me slowly. My bitch in heat fucks my cock with her ass and says ‘please use my ass, not my pussy’ on every stroke. Show me what a bitch in heat you are. You may cum whenever you are able.”

She pushed back all the way until the her oiled asscheeks, pressed up against him.

She choked out the words “Use my ass, not my pussy.”

With each stroke, she said it louder, faster. She would not have believed the transformation in herself. The strokes came faster. An orgasm clenched and unclenched within her. It came as she fucked him with her ass, even though her pussy gaped and was unattended to. He watched her work. He watched the muscles in her back and arms clench. He held her by the ponytail and pulled her head back so that she arched taut as she fucked. He struggled to contain his orgasm. Once hers had passed, he started to fuck back into her. Slowly, then harder.

“Where do bitches get fucked?” he hissed as he pounded into her.

He came all the way out. Her asshole was distended.

As the words “in the ass” came out of her, he plowed forward.

“Where don’t submissive bitches get fucked in the dunes?” he said as he pulled out.

“Bitches don’t get fucked in the pussy. Bitches get fucked in the ass,” she responded immediately.

“Say it on every stroke,” he intoned.

He fucked her steadily and hard. Another orgasm began to form, like a wave. He felt it in her. He was going to ride this one. She knew it, too.

“Fuck your bitch’s ass, not her pussy, ” she begged. She said it on each stroke. She felt his cock thicken. He reached forward and around her, grabbed her nipples and almost stood her up. He flattened her nipples between his fingers, leaned into and began to cum. He exploded. He spasmed and jerked. She came as she felt his cum deep in her ass. She wouldn’t have thought another orgasm was possible. It was.

He held on to her and came and shuddered and she leaned back into him, their bodies molded together. It was a while before the aftershocks slowed. He finally remembered to release her flattened nipples. He nuzzled her neck. They were awash in sweat. They kissed.

When they had both caught their breath, he led her quietly to the lagoon, where they cooled and hugged neck deep in the water. After a time, he took her back to the blanket where it all began. She lay face down and was soon drifting off. She could feel him stroking her ass. She was asleep.

It was not his fingers, however, that she felt. It was her lipstick. While she dozed, he wrote on her asscheeks, in bright red lipstick: “This was fine tuned in the dunes.”

What an interesting walk back to the car it will be, he thought….to be continued if readers so request…

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