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Fortunes Shared – slave girl sara

All persons over the age of 18

This is a fiction based on my experiences and my fantasies.

As my eyes lifted I saw my first sight of a Master’s dungeon, I gulped, and Sir placed his hands on my shoulders

“Do not worry girl, most is just for show.”

His deep voice broke into a chuckle.

Sir undid the three buttons on my coat and removed it.

He tapped my arms and I raised them up and he lifted my yellow cashmere jumper up and removed that too.

Going behind me he unclipped my bra then came to the front as so he could release my breasts, one by one. I instinctively put my hands on the back of my head, he smiled.

Undoing my jeans he lowered them till I stepped out of them.

He placed His thumbs into the waistband of my panties and very casually lowered them, over my cheeks, round my knees, down my legs and off.

I stood naked in front of a total stranger in a dungeon twenty-five miles from Sir`s home but I was not scared, I had complete trust in my Master’s choice of trainer.

His large hands patted my bottom as he walked round me, and then back in front of me admiring what he had uncovered.

He lifted my chin and told me to look at him.

As my eyes looked up I saw a man of about forty-five years old standing over six foot tall.

He was dark and chiseled chinned and so handsome.

Deep brown eyes and longish dark hair made him a vision of a true Surly Master.

Sir took me to the center of the room and stood me between two rings set into the floorboards.

He went to a pulley and lowered a rope from a ceiling hook.

My hands were clasped together and the rope loop attached, the pulley raised my hands up.

“You have you safe word which is RED, the moment you speak it ALL training stops, do you understand?” Sir asked.

“Yes Sir, RED is my safe word and I understand” I replied.

Sir shackled my legs to the two ring hooks and raised my hands even higher.

When I was almost on tip toes Sir spread my legs with the shackles.

On the last click of the pulley I was pretty stretched. He walked to a cabinet and came back with a riding crop.

I stared forward and must admit I was so wet I was a little embarrassed when it hit between my legs.

After the third slap He pushed the leather end of his crop and split my pussy lips.

My response was immediate as I thrust forward.

He removed the crop from my lips and placed it on my right nipple and crack, then crack onto my left nipple, they were already stiff but Sir’s attention to them soon made them like bullets.

Gently at first, Sir covered all my body with his crop, gradually getting harder and harder.

He stopped and got some cord from his cabinet.

Within forty minutes of arriving I had a rope around my waist with one leg fastened up behind me tied onto it.

A rope around my breasts soon turned them blue, the pain was terrible but I had to last out and not use my word.

My hair was fastened to a rope and pulled backwards to my rope belt stretching my throat tight.

Clamps were placed on my nipples and my clit hood, with plenty of pressure. I almost used my word as He tightened my clit clamp more.

When fastened to His satisfaction I heard Him walk to His cabinet. It was not till His return I felt the cane across my breasts and nipples, then worked on my pussy and clit, as tears filled my eyes.

Backwards and forwards his cane went from my pussy to my breasts.

He stopped as I almost exploded with a climax.

He walked back to his cabinet and replaced His cane,

I heard His belt buckle open and His belt being removed and a searing pain on my right buttock as he belted me.

Every stroke expertly placed in the area He had intended, legs, back, front, bottom, pussy and arms.

He was strong and each cut was worse than the last, it was time to use my word when he stopped.

He began to undo my bindings and finally lowering my hands from above my head. As I was free he patted my bottom again and told me to freshen up in the adjoining bathroom and dress.

Leaving Master Brian’s house I glided on air to the taxi he had ordered to take me to the bus station.

All I şişli escort could think of on my journey home was the pleasure I have given my Master.

It was six o’clock when I got home and our front door opened, I went to meet my Master and he pointed to the stairs so I went to our room.

“Strip” he said and I quickly undressed hands onto my head. I was so proud when my Master saw my bruised and worn body and my emotions began to take over.

Tears streamed down my face and I began to sob. Sir took me in His arms and led me to our bed and I went over His knee, he gently spanked me and I cum at once.

He gave my bottom full attention then lowered me onto my back and took me.

He said I was a good slave and had been highly praised for my bravery by Master Brian for a first time ever session.

Whilst I laid into his arms he asked me why I had not cum whilst with Master Brian?

“Because Sir, it was not you Sir.”

**********

This Saturday is five years to the day that I first met my Master.

It is well documented how we met and how I fell in love with Him.

How I knew that from that first minute we met that I belonged to Him.

My parents readily accepted Sir, Steve, as the natural progression from their safe but strict upbringing of me.

It was not really a HoH home so I suppose it was a DD home, the difference being when I became a young woman at eighteen I was spanked by both mum and Daddy, usually mum during the day and Daddy in the evenings, both if I deserved it by disobeying or if Daddy thought I needed it to keep me in line. Even though I was an adult I had to live by their rules while still living in their home.

Daddy put plenty of questions to Steve in the early days and once when mum was ill and Daddy was working Sir let me stay over for a few days.

The morning I was due to leave I woke Sir on the exact second in my usual way, a gentle rub of His cock into a loving wank and caressing His balls.

As I went down to drink Him he lifted me onto his cock and I was allowed to ride Him.

He squeezed my nipples and tits so hard I began to weep, but Sir knew they were not tears of pain, but joy.

Later as I got His shower ready I saw my pillows in the middle of the bed and his thickest belt over the top.

I showered and dried Him and as he shaved I lay over the pillows, just waiting for My Master to whip me, I did not have to wait long.

Sir gave me a really good leathering then turned me over so my pussy was sky high, I envisaged a severe pussy whipping too, but no, Sir mounted me as if he was getting on a horse, and fucked me hard and long.

At breakfast He told me to be a really good girl and reminded me I was under my Daddy`s roof for a few days and nights.

Sir took me out of his way to my parents and popped in with a bottle of Port for Daddy and a huge bunch of flowers for mum.

As he was leaving he said to Daddy how he was entrusting me back over to him as Daddy had done to him when I left home.

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That evening after I had done all my chores Daddy got out of his armchair and moved to a dinning chair, just as he did all those years ago when I was to be spanked.

“Am I going to be spanked Daddy?”

“Yes you are sweet pea.”

Before Daddy could get another word out I was naked and over His knee.

Daddy saw my welted bottom and said it was just as he had expected and began to spank.

I was in floods of tears before the first spank landed.

Daddy spanked me good and hard then cuddled me for ages.

How do I or could I explain that I saw my Daddy in Sir?

To people not of this lifestyle it may sound somewhat incestuous to say I wanted and needed a father figure who would keep me on the straight and narrow as a disciplinarian father would yet be my loving soul mate as a lover would be.

Even though it has been me it happened to, for almost five years, I still cannot fully explain my thoughts.

The morning Steve was to pick me up Daddy came into my room.

As soon as I saw him I got up, took off my jimjams and waited for him to sit on my bed, then lay over his knee.

Again Daddy spanked me long and hard with gentle rubs in between and again escort avcılar I cried bucket loads.

After breakfast I went back in to see mum, she was much, much better, it was only a bug going round and you either got the sniffles or got it bad, and mum got the latter.

Mum was just coming out of her shower and I saw fading belt marks on her bottom, she smiled at me.

“Now I also get your share too” and she winked. We both laughed.

“Let mum see Daddy`s work,”

I took off my jimjams again and laid over her knee, I think he missed a little so she too spanked me, not hard and not in anger, but because she loved me.

Even the last few days at my parents and my three spankings, not a sign of a tingle but as soon as Steve picked me up and said I would be spanked before lunch I nearly cum in my pants, who can tell me why?

**********

Steve and I are true lovers in every sense of the word, the way we touch each other when passing, maybe just fingertips touching.

Or the way we uncannily know each other’s thoughts.

Maybe the reading of a situation of which I do not know the end to but Sir does and brings it to a swift conclusion.

I have had correction and reminders, which I crave but never seek however I have never warranted or received a beating from Him.

Sir always knew, when, where and how.

We were returning from a restaurant a couple of years ago and had a lovely evening.

Sir had a new suit on and I had ironed His shirt to perfection, even his dark blue with white spotted tie had been ironed.

I wore a strapless white mini dress in satin, one I had worn previously for a Christmas dinner we had attended for His work. I finished it with white silk low heeled sandals fastened with delicate laces.

We did truly look perfect.

Once outside I expected a cab to be waiting, but no,

“We will walk” I was informed as it was such a warm summer’s evening and less than a mile from home.

We walked along the promenade by the beach, our house was a beach fronted one, so it was a straight walk home.

I hooked into my Masters arm and felt the luckiest girl in the world as we strolled along.

We stopped by one of the many wooded walkways on the sand and Sir led me towards the sea and stood by the gentle shoreline, His arms around my shoulders keeping me warm from the night chill.

We then walked along the shoreline, as it was harder sand, just damp, as he had his shoes still on.

I had taken mine off as we got onto the sand and carried them like a film star would on a large production musical, don’t ask me why musical.

Sir stopped by the side of a life belt box, which stood about a metre from the floor, inside was a life belt with attached rope.

He opened His jacket and in the moonlight I saw him touch His belt buckle.

My heart skipped a beat as I awaited His instructions.

“Strip”

That was easy I had no underwear on and pulled my mini dress straight over my head and laid it over the box.

My legs could not control themselves as my pussy tingled, my breasts taught with excitement and my nipples like shooting stars.

I could not wait to see Sir release His belt and He did not keep me waiting long.

Through the loops, loop by loop until the end fell towards the sand.

I exhaled, and quickly inhaled as He lifted it and wrapped it loosely around my neck and pulled me over the life belt box.

I laid on my dress; the silk caressed my body and made me feel so sexy as it floated over my naked skin.

Sir walked in front of my head and lifted my chin, He placed a solitary kiss fully on my lips as I melted.

Sir knew my sexual state and knew how to work me.

Again I inhaled as He walked behind me and dragged His belt down my back and over my bottom.

Wwhhoosshh I heard Sir’s Clarion call, ccrraacckk as it hit His target.

The fullest part of my bottom felt its full force; as soon as I heard the next Wwhhoosshh I raised to greet the ccrraacckk.

Sir thought I deserved and needed ten such cuts of His belt, He had heard me cum on three and took full advantage of my state as he laid each one on me with such love.

I heard Sir’s belt jingle jangle avrupa yakası escort onto the sand and hoped I would soon follow; I was not to be disappointed as I was eased gently into His arms and knelt onto the sand.

I watched his silhouette undress in the moonlight as he then stood before me.

I gorged on His cock and His hands cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples.

He swelled and filled my whole mouth and throat as my hand reached down to my own swollen genitals I looked up at Him and he nodded His approval.

He then lay me down and entered me with the skill and passion of a man deeply in love, in love with his loyal slave, me.

So that was the where, how and when, Sir made His decision to use His property.

**********

Today is five years exactly since I met Gina. Sweet twenty-three-year-old Gina, the girl who stole My heart as soon as I felt her cane hit me by accident in the adult shop.

I still remember her bending over in the shop as I placed three light strokes on her clothed bottom.

That was the last time I ever had her wearing clothes for a correction.

Well I say the last time; one other occasion comes to mind when I spanked her over her knickers.

I agreed to go Christmas shopping a couple of years ago, not that I was against shopping but was very busy with work.

She was trying lots of clothes on and we waited ages for a changing room, I would have loved to have gone into the changing room and spanked her in front of the changing room girls in one of those cubicles.

In the last shop she had three dresses and began to queue, I took her hand and led her to the back of the shop and told her to try them on there.

This she did without hesitation, and as she was braless, she said so as to not have any lines when she tried of the summer dresses; she gave the waiting husbands and boyfriends a free show.

She wanted to go up two floors in the mall so we got in the lift.

Luckily we were alone and as soon as it started going up I pressed the stop button. The lift stopped gradually between floors, Gina was shocked.

I rested My leg on the side of the lift wall, pulled her over My upturned knee.

I raised her short skirt and pulled her panties into the crack between her bottom cheeks and slapped the tops of her legs and bottom for thirty seconds.

The lift started again and I stood her up.

When we reached our floor, by some coincidence we were on the cloakroom floor.

I led her to the baby changing room and locked the door.

I lent her over the changing mat area, raised her skirt, her panties just where I left them.

I pulled them down to her knees and gave her five with My belt before dropping My trousers and taking her from behind.

She knelt and cleaned me with her mouth, as trained, and we dressed.

On leaving the baby room we got a few glances but nothing compared to the pleasure we both had just given to each other.

Gina is such a willing lover and she pleasures me every morning without question.

She loves to be spanked, adores my belt and relishes the cane.

I have never once punished in anger, and I never would, but then I have never been angry with her.

I have also never punished to hurt, just sting and give a certain discomfort that brings her off.

So, five years of absolute perfection, no arguments no wrong words and my slave as loving now as she was when we first met. I had told her to prepare to be wined and dined this evening as never before.

We went to get changed and made the most wonderful love, my hands rubbing against her tightly toned bottom and rubbing against her still virgin bum hole.

Her response was to push against my hand as I pulled her onto my cock, and fucked her hard and sound. She came several times before we came together and lay in each other’s arms.

We bathed in our large roll top bath, just touching lovingly, she went onto all fours and I took her again doggy fashion, her favorite.

We dried and dressed and left for the dinner dance I had booked and ate and danced the night away till the early hours.

A taxi got us home by two-thirty in the morning and we sat and had a coffee. I had one last surprise for Gina and went to the hall to my brief case.

I retrieved a package and gave it to her.

She opened the paper and came to a blue velvet box.

On opening the box her eyes were as big as saucers as she saw her present.

Her collar, our show of respect, trust, obedience and love.

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Apologies for the turtle pace; it takes me longer than it should to write these up. I appreciate the patience and words of encouragement along the way. Thank you!

Summary of the first chapter.

Tim and Emily are happy in their relationship even if she wished he had a firmer hand as she yearns to be dominated. Tim reveal his king: to watch his girlfriend taken by a bull.

Reluctantly, Emily agrees, picks King, a muscular black man who insists on complete submission. The three of them sharea first night of a bliss. This is the continuation.

Enjoy chapter 2.

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Emily had been in a daze the entire week following her encounter with Mr. King. Her thoughts filled with lusty images of her black bull having his ways with her however he saw fit.

It all started with Tim’s desire to watch Emily have sex with another man. He’d insisted for weeks until she finally gave in, but the script had been flipped on its head early in the process:

To her delight, King made clear that he had zero interest in being a typical bull as he requested complete submission.

Emily, a half-closeted submissive, had secretly swooned and agreed to be his slut as well as to refrain from coming until their meeting, a few days later. It was as if King had a magic crystal ball that peered through her edging fantasies.

On the fateful night, Emily had been conquered – King plowed every orifice, made her orgasm anally, which was a first and left her depraved all while Tim watched from the side. She’d been transformed – turned into a lusting pet to her dom and starving for more.

Tim was also a changed man: his cuckold dreams had finally been realized, and he had loved every minute of it. It had been everything it was supposed to be and more.

Even the morning after, a typical moment for hangovers and regrets, they were both timidly elated: she’d remained in bed with Tim by her side. As the sunlight started to shine too bright through the blinds, she spread her arms and legs, stretching her entire body. She touched her private parts, feeling the puffiness and knowing that they would feel tender for the next couple of days. She caressed her ass next, and was surprised by how “normal” it felt – King was so large that she had imagined something more… permanent.

Tim had one eye open and could not hide an ear-to-ear grin.

“Good morning, sexy,” he said.

“Hey babe,” she answered with a gentle smile. She caressed Tim’s arm, gently.

“How are you feeling?” She asked. It was odd to ask him since she was the one who had been fucked every which way for most of the night, but he’d wanted this to happen so much, it seemed the right thing to do.

“About last night? I’m ecstatic; it was better than I thought,” he answered without hesitation. He immediately inquired, “What about you?”

“I think I need a little time to process everything, hon’.”

“Of course, of course. But overall, you liked it, right?” Tim clearly wanted to hear that it was the best idea he’d ever had, or at the very least, that she had been pleased with the outcome.

She smiled at his childish ways, looked at him, and answered softly that she liked it very much. Amazingly, she thought she’d have to tamper her excitement to make sure that Tim wouldn’t be jealous but it was the opposite: the more she fawned over the experience, the more he seemed to get off.

He dove under the sheets and started to kiss her thighs and lips thinking of King’s cock being buried inside her only a few hours ago. “Be careful,” she said… “It’s very sensitive.”

Emily had a moment of realization. She wasn’t the only one who had experienced something profound the night before. Tim, in his own way, had realized his deepest fantasies and willingly embraced being a cuckold. It was a pivotal moment, one that had the potential to either bring them closer together or lead them down an uncharted path.

She felt Tim’s mouth kissing her mound, wondering if he could smell remnants of the other man’s cum. Soon, he started moaning as he licked her and she saw the bed sheet move rhythmically, figuring that he was jerking himself off.

Emily moaned in return and spread her legs farther, showing him that he was free to carry on and clean her up.

Tim didn’t need any more coaxing. His strokes became more urgent and desperate as he succumbed to the intoxicating blend of humiliation, desire, and submission. As he tasted a tang of semen that he knew was not his, he erupted on her leg, rubbing his balls against her as he spewed cum.

God damn if this had not been the best twenty-four hours of his life.

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Emily started dressing sexier, wearing shorter skirts with stockings, and purposely forgetting to wear panties. Multiple times a day, she locked herself in the women’s bathroom, thinking of new vices that King may push her towards and wondering if there were limits to her deviant mind.

Sometimes, she allowed herself to come şişli escort with one hand against her mouth to block the noise but most often, she stopped short of an orgasm, thinking that’s what King would have wanted. She goes on with the rest of the day, her pussy yearning for attention and her mind unable to completely focus on the task at hand.

The dam had been opened and she welcomed the flood.

Emily had been secretly waiting for a text or call from King, but a week after their encounter, she had not received anything. She was hiding the disappointment well, but she was twice hurt: as a woman because she felt she gave everything she had that one night and thought she’d made an impression, and as a sub, yearning for the dominant hand she experienced for a few hours.

Friday night arrived and the couple was home, lazying around while watching TV. Emily sported a bun, her rectangular glasses adding a touch of a soft-porn star about to be ravished. He loved that look.

They had gotten matching kimonos and made a habit of wearing them while they relaxed at home.

Tim was lying on the couch on his back, his head towards the screen while Emily lay alongside him, her head resting on his shoulder, and her arm wrapped around his chest.

They were watching silly shows – both liked to keep their favorite series for the weekend and were just passing time in thirty-minute increments.

After a moment, Tim said, “I’ve… I’ve reached out to him.”

“Mmm… Who?” She asked absent-mindedly. Her fingers were gently grazing his cock through the silk fabric.

“You know… Him. King.”

Emily’s fingers stopped moving.

“You did not!”, she exclaimed, slightly shameful that she was only pretending to be offended.

Tim continued, “Well… Yeah… Of course. With what he did to you and you to him… I thought you guys really had a moment there.” He moved his head awkwardly to look at her.

“Seems we were having a moment??” she retorted sarcastically, while at the same time pondering why she was reacting to the news as she was… Was she suddenly embarrassed by her submissive nature? or was she embarrassed about the fact that Tim had to reach out to King rather than the other way around?

“You know what I mean… He seemed to really like you…”

“Well, jeez, I was his sex slave for a night! I hope he liked me!”

Tim chuckled as he figured she was secretly excited about the fact that he’d call King and that the pearl-clutching act was a defense mechanism. He’d caught her looking at her phone several times since the encounter and realized she was hoping for a text message.

Wanting to defuse the situation, he added, “I only told him I had enjoyed the evening and asked him if he wanted to see us again.”

Emily’s skin felt electric as the weight of the answer lay heavy. She tensed up, immediately feeling the heat between her legs.

Tim looked at her with a smirk – he knew how she felt. “He said he would be thrilled to see you again next week.”

There was a long pause before she replied.

“When did you talk to him?”

“About 3 days after we saw him… so 4 days ago or so.”

Emily felt a bit of pride, knowing that King had probably not reached out to her because Tim had done so already. The fact that she had not heard back had hurt her feelings a little bit, but there was now a good answer to it.

“Well, why did you wait to tell me?”

“It felt too soon… Sorry, I should have.”

She put her head back on his shoulder and caressed him again, almost absent-mindedly as she was thinking about something. After another moment, she realized what had bothered her:

“What do you mean, “me”? Aren’t you interested in being there and watching again?”

Tim seemed uneasy for a brief moment. “I wouldn’t be watching this time around, sweety.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not doing this alone!”

There was another pause, Tim shifted to face Emily so he could look at her directly.

“King thinks it would be best if you went alone this time. And he’d like to see you at his club.”

“No fucking way!” She tried to speak more but her voice got caught in her throat, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation washing over her. Her fingers froze on Tim’s chest as she tried to process his words. King wanting to see her again alone was unexpected, and yet it sent a thrill down her spine.

Emily’s mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions colliding within her. She tried to imagine the scenario, her heart pounding as she envisioned herself standing before King once more, his gaze undressing her, his dominance wrapping around her like a velvet rope.

“But… why alone?” Emily finally managed to ask, her voice a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.

Tim’s fingers brushed against her cheek, his touch comforting as he explained, “He wants to get to know you better, Emily. He said that being alone will help you both connect on a deeper level. It’s a chance nişantaşı escort for you to explore your desires, your fantasies, without any distractions.”

Emily’s mind whirred, the idea both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. To be alone with King, to delve into the depths of her darkest desires, was a temptation she couldn’t ignore.

Tim continued, “He insisted. It’s either that or it’s not happening.”

“But… what about you?” Emily’s voice trembled as she turned her gaze to Tim. “What are you going to do?”

Tim’s smile was reassuring, his eyes filled with devotion. “I want this for you, Emily. I saw how you reacted the first time and I want you to experience it again. And besides, King and I have our own arrangement. It’s this time only.”

Emily’s heart raced, torn between the excitement of the opportunity and the fear of the unknown. She looked at her boyfriend, searching for a sign of hesitation or jealousy, but all she found was unwavering support. She didn’t buy that it was going to be for “this time only” but she couldn’t admit that to herself…

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” Tim’s voice was soft, understanding, “but I trust him, Emily. I trust that he’ll take care of you, that he’ll guide you through this experience.”

Emily’s emotions were a swirling mix of desire, fear, and uncertainty. She had opened Pandora’s box, and now she was faced with the choice of whether to dive in or close it once again.

“I’d like to talk to him and understand his intentions… I think I need to be reassured.”

Tim nodded as if to indicate that of course, it made sense. Then, he reached for the phone on the coffee table and handed it over.

“What do you mean? N… now?”

“Why wait?”

Emily’s heart raced as she looked up his phone number. She moved about, sat up, and finally rose. Her kimono opened, revealing her breasts and shaved mound but she did not notice as her fingers were trembling slightly. Finally, she took a deep breath before pressing the final button.

“Sound confident,” she told herself multiple times as the phone rang.

Then a deep, authoritative voice picked up, and all her resolve went out the window. She felt her knees become weak and her belly getting warm.

King sounded genuinely pleased to speak with her and oozed a blend of authoritative sexiness. He recounted some of the events they went through last time and highlighted his favorite moments from the evening. Emily was soon turning into putty.

She realized he had just told her that he was glad Tim had reached out to him and there had been a long pause while he waited for an answer. Emily looked at her boyfriend and with a smile, said “I’m glad he did as well.” After another brief pause, she added, “Sir,” her heart was pounding in her chest.

“I… I wanted to understand why you wanted to see me alone for our next time.”

Tim noticed the choice of words and hid a smile so as not to throw her off. It sure sounded like she was already thinking of doing this multiple times.

“You’re concerned about what would happen to you?” King’s voice was low, a mix of curiosity and authority.

Emily felt Tim’s hands on her hips as he pulled back her robe and ran his fingers along the crack of her ass.

Emily took a deep breath. She hesitated and asked meekly, ” I… I would like to know your intentions.”

Emily’s heart was going to pop out of her chest.

“What did Tim tell you?” The voice was softer; inquisitive.

She recounted her conversation and could hear King hum in agreement. Once she was done, he commented, “Sounds like Tim did a good job detailing my motivations. What else would you like to know?”

Emily felt as if she was back in school, being asked a difficult question by a stern teacher. She had knots in her stomach and felt her face heat up.

But King spoke again, getting her out of her misery. “Emily,” his voice was smooth, commanding, “I intend to explore certain dynamics with you, ones that might be easier to navigate without the presence of your boyfriend. I assure you that nothing will be done against your will and that you will always have the power to stop and walk away without any hard feelings. You’ll be able to do this at any time.”

Emily felt a mix of relief and excitement at his words. She appreciated his reassurance, his acknowledgment of her boundaries. She wanted so much to submit fully to his desires, she only awaited the leanest of explanations to look reassured anyway.

Tim had plunged a finger inside her and the tiniest moans escaped her lips.

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied, her voice tinged with anticipation.

King thought he heard something and became immediately curious. He asked another question just so she’d speak up again.

“Does that sound satisfactory?”

Tim was two knuckles deep at that point and forced another small groan.

Emily had not been expecting to be asked what she thought, but it was a nice touch. “Mmm… mecidiyeköy escort It does, thank you.”

“Very well, then I’ll let you think it over and get back to me.” He paused for a moment and knew there was a hunger in Emily’s voice. “I assume Tim is with you?”

“He is. He’s been playing with me for the past couple of minutes,” she cackled, only too eager to be able to throw Tim under the bus to teach him a lesson.

“Put me on speakerphone.” He waited until Emily confirmed he was loud and King said, laughing, “Tim, is your cock already out, my brother?”

Tim chuckled, thrilled that King would treat him as an equal. He explained that he was only wearing a robe, so in essence, yes, it was already out.

“Convenient,” King chuckled. “I think you should be rewarded for all your good behavior towards Emily.”

For a fleeting second, Tim thought he was going to be invited to the club along with Emily, but King carried on.

“Emily, do you touch yourself in front of Tim?”

“Sh… sure… He’s seen me use a toy.”

“Yes, but I mean, have you ever really masturbated in front of him – legs spread with your pussy on full display.”

The tone had changed, the choice of words, the intonation. God, it was immediate: when he turned it on, Emily swooned and was left with nothing but wanting to demonstrate her obedience.

“A… Rarely, Sir.”

King’s voice dripped with seductive authority, “Let’s see if we can change that into ‘often.’ Are you both game?”

A bit of embarrassment forced them to look at each other to check that the other was as excited to say ‘Yes’ as they were. King soon heard their voice in unison.

“Excellent. Emily, start by showing yourself to him right now. You’ll have to narrate.”

Emily’s heart raced at his suggestion, the thrill of being commanded making her arousal surge.

“Yes, sir.”

Nervously, she turned around and glanced at Tim, who was eagerly listening to the conversation. He shoved two fingers in her mouth so she could clean him up, her taste arousing her further.

Facing him, she untied her kimono and let the sides fall open completely. Her breasts and shaved mound were on full display as she playfully positioned herself in a way that showcased her body.

Tim watched with a mixture of excitement and admiration as his girlfriend willingly displayed herself under King’s command. He knew this was a unique moment, and he couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire.

The voice, softer now, came through the line: “I’m sure you’re already excited… Start gently, put on a show for your man.”

Holding the phone with her left hand, Emily’s trembling fingers began to explore her own body, lightly tracing over her sensitive areas as she followed King’s orders. Her breath quickened, and her cheeks flushed with arousal as she surrendered to the command.

“You’re going to have to tell me what you’re doing because I can’t guess.”

“Sorry, Sir,” Emily responded, her voice shaking with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. She knew that King couldn’t see her, and she needed to describe her actions explicitly.

“I’m touching my breasts, Sir,” she began, her fingers lightly circling her nipples. “I’m… I’m a little embarrassed but very turned on, Sir. They’re so sensitive, and I can feel them hardening.”

“Are you sitting down? Is Tim facing you?” he asked patiently.

“Oh… I’m standing up… I… I was nervously pacing before calling you and just stayed up.” After swallowing nervously, she added, “Tim is sitting on the couch now, watching me.”

‘Good. Proceed.”

“Now, my hand is trailing down,” Emily continued, her voice growing breathier with each word. “I’m touching myself between my legs, Sir. My pussy is so wet, and I can feel how swollen I am.”

King’s authoritative presence loomed over the phone line as he instructed, “Go on.”

If he was jerking off while listening, she could not hear it. Instead, it sounded as if he had sunk into a comfortable chair, put his feet up, and was prepared to grade her narrative.

Emily, now fully immersed in this explicit confession, complied, “I’m circling my clit with my fingertip, Sir,” she confessed, her voice filled with desire. “It’s embarrassing, but I can’t help how turned on I am, especially knowing you are on the phone and Tim is watching me like this.”

“Lay down on your back and spread your legs wide. I want your cunt on full display for Tim.”

King’s choice of words was proof that he was stepping up the humiliation. The effect on Emily was immediate – because she was being ordered to do so by someone else, it removed a lot of her natural inhibitions.

While Tim sported a grin of satisfaction, Emily whispered “Yes, Sir,” as she sat on the floor, leaned back, and parted her knees as far apart from one another as she could.

“Are you feeling slutty?”

“Very much, Sir.”

Tim, still in front of her, watched intently as Emily followed King’s instructions. His arousal was building, fueled by the explicit nature of the situation and the anticipation of what would come next.

“Tim,” he began, his words dripping with dominance, “Are you ready to join in and pleasure yourself as you watch Emily?”

Tim’s excitement was palpable as he responded eagerly.

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Preface

I grew up in a small farm community and was homeschooled. I left at 18 to go to college and met my boyfriend. He was smitten with me, but often frustrated by my decisions. At some point he threatened to leave unless….

Cat’s Tantrum Spanking

I tiptoed into the kitchen where my incredibly hot boyfriend was unloading the dishwasher. There were few things sexier to me than a man willing to do housework. Bent over trying to manage as many utensils from the holder as possible, I had a perfect view of his backside. In a pair of jogging pants and a t-shirt that looked like it had seen better days, I watched his back muscles constrict through the thin material. I really wanted to just take a chunk of his butt in my hand and squeeze. I had other plans right now though.

I cleared my throat. “Daddy can I go out with Rosa and Elanie tonight? I..”

“No.”

He never bothered to turn around. Grrrr and he didn’t let me finish. “I promise I’ll be home before 10 and…”

“No.”

I stamped my foot lightly. “Let me finish! I won’t drink…”

“No and No.” He looked completely passive about the whole exchange. It wasn’t fair he just got to blindly say no to me. I stood with my hands on my hips staring him down while he casually continued to sort the silverware into the drawer. The clanking irritating me.

I swallowed and tried again knowing I was pushing my luck. “Last time was…”

The drawer closed with a thud and he turned to make eye contact. My words sort of drifted off at the look on his face. “Last time you were so drunk when you walked into the house an hour late, I had to help you take your clothes off. For an entire hour I had no idea where you were. It was the longest hour of my life, Cat. The time before that wasn’t much better. The answer is no, and if you ask me again, you’ll be grounded for the next week.” He maintained his eye contact looking stern and unrelenting.

Damn it. I stomped my foot loud and hard this time and swung around so I could go upstairs and pout by myself. I should have known he wouldn’t like my little display. As I made my way out of the kitchen, he caught up to me conveniently next to my spanking chair. I was pulled over his lap before I even knew what was going on.

I tried to right myself because it felt like I was going to fall off even though I knew he would never let that happen. My legs kicked up and I grasp for the round metal wrung. Daddy violently pulled my leggings and panties to my thighs and started. He always warmed up so the first few slaps never really hurt, but it didn’t change I knew what was coming.

“Please Daddy, let me explain.” He said nothing as he patted all over my behind. The inner and outer sides of my thighs, my swells, my sit spot. Not a word while he pulled me closer to him with his other hand.

“I’m sorry. I just really wanted to go. I would be good. I wanted to show you that I could be trusted now.” The slaps started to get harder. He always ramped up so I’d never know how hard he would go.

I didn’t get spanked very often. I was his good girl he said. But he kept the solid metal chair in the center of the wall as a reminder. I hated it. With its modern wood finishing just on the sides, the high back and minimalist design reminded more of an electric death chair with no arms. Not, an inconspicuous piece of furniture designed for sitting with an implement table casually at its side. A table he made me pick out because he said I was better at home décor. I tried to pick the ugliest one. That got me a hard swat in the middle of the home store, so I didn’t push it.

We often get compliments on our living room and if they point out the setup, Daddy has no problem telling them what it’s for. Although to his credit, he says it’s mostly just a reminder for me to be good.

It was really starting to hurt. “Daddy, please stop. Please. I’ll be good. I won’t pout anymore.”

I turned my head to see his face. As usual, nothing. He keeps a very placid look whenever he spanks me. He says he needs to concentrate so he doesn’t hurt me. I don’t know how he could think that. I was hurting very much right now.

As I thought that, the slaps become harder. They were almost unbearable. I wasn’t a masochist by any sense of the word, but I could handle my pain with the best of them. Even still, it was amazing how in tune he was to me. He always took it just one step farther than I could stand. He had spanked me for five minutes and thirty minutes. Each time it didn’t matter. It was just enough for me to learn my lesson.

“OOOWWWW” Each crack echoed through the room and I hardly knew where one stopped before the next one hit. He slammed his palm three times on my sit spot, and I squirmed. He stopped and I cringed. I knew he wasn’t done. I was just supposed to lay there and take it. I got in trouble when I squirmed.

His hand rubbed the heat menacingly. “I’m sorry.” I wined.

“What happens to naughty girls when they squirm?” His voice was so deep, clear, and concise. The words came out slowly and I shivered.

“They have to be restrained.” merter escort My voice, on the other hand, was hoarse and cracking. Sometimes I had no idea how he found me sexy.

“AAAAnnnnnddddd what happens when YOU are restrained?”

I clung at his knee. I hated saying it. I wished more than anything I hadn’t squirmed. I didn’t want to say it.

“Cat. Now. Answer the question.”

“I’m sorry.” I avoided.

“Not what I wanted. What happens if I have to restrain you?” I couldn’t help shaking at his voice. His hand had stopped rubbing my bottom but was resting on just one side. It felt like fire blazing through just one buttock and the uneven sensation was making me crazy. I had to say it just so he’d move his hand.

“A marathon session with your belt.” I let out a high pitch groan as my body went limp over his knee. The truth is, he’d never done it. He had never restrained me while he punished me, but the image of being tied and unable to move while he rained licks on my poor ass was enough torture to make me behave.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” His voice softened just a little. It meant that he couldn’t hold my waist and I would have to control my balance, but I liked the intimacy. If that made any sense.

I pulled my arm from his knee and he bent it behind my back and clasp it like two lovebirds. Then he went back to the assault. Over and over he hit EVERY SINGLE cell of exposed skin. Hard and punishing, there seemed to be no end in sight. My mouth began to water, and he stopped for a second to rub. I whimpered. There was nothing I could say at this point.

“We should have one of those OSHA cards here that tell how many days it’s been since Cat had a spanking.” His rough hands soothed the heat. I grunted my disapproval. “It has to have been a couple months.” I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was looking down at my red butt and trying to remember the last time I was in this position.

“Last month.” I protested.

He hummed. “That one didn’t count. That was a good girl spanking. You liked that one.” I did.

Half of the hurt from one of Daddy’s spankings is from the pain. The other is from the lecture and his disappointment in me. I always knew a spanking wasn’t over because he hadn’t given the lecture yet. It was always followed by more spanking. The hard part was that he didn’t forgo the ramping up. So, after I got talked to, he started where he left off and I knew it was only going to get harder.

“Cat. You know better than to pout because you don’t get something you want. When I say no, I mean no. Those girls are bad news. Even if you went out with them and acted like a perfect angel, I don’t trust them to not put you in some precarious situation. But you aren’t getting a spanking because of them, you are getting it because you acted like a spoiled five-year-old. You know better than that. You will respect me and my decisions. Cat, who is in charge here?”

Ugh. I wish he didn’t ask me questions. “You are daddy.”

“Right. And the reason I’m in charge is because I know what’s best. I know little girls who think they are invincible make bad choices. Choices that might take you away from me. Something that I need to live. Do you understand me Cat?”

“Yes. Daddy.” I suddenly wanted to cry. I didn’t like to hurt him. I might have been wasted, but the scene when I walked in the door that night will always be branded in my memory. He wasn’t mad. He wrapped my limp intoxicated body in his strong hold and held me for what felt like forever. The look on his face killed me.

But I was jolted from my misery with six hard slaps.

“Next time I tell you something you don’t like; I want you to think about why I might be giving you that answer instead of being selfish and juvenile.” He sat for a few seconds stoic. Then he started again.

I couldn’t keep still. I tried my best not to squirm, but the pain was so intense, all my butt wanted to do was get away.

“Oooooowwwwww Daddy, it’s too hard.” I cried. No response but I swear he turned it up a notch. From what I could tell, my backside was a deep red. This was definitely going to be a bruiser. I felt like I was being punished too hard for the mere stomp and pouty exit. I had to imagine he was making up for lost time.

I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I felt my eyes start to sting. These last few were so hard and fast I felt out of control. Not like I had any semblance of control the whole time, but now I felt resigned.

“Please…….” Two more 10s on the Richter scale and he stopped. He commenced rubbing and my body went limp over his knee. I didn’t want to cry, so I concentrated on biting the inside of my mouth. The emotional impact of his spankings were just as exhausting as the physical.

After three years of being together and probably a hundred spankings, most of them in the first year, I never got used to them. Punishment spankings made me feel like a failure even if I felt like he was being too hard on me. Like right now. He really did give me more than I could begin to ask ortaköy escort for. Starting with his attention. I’d never known someone who listened like he did. He knew what salad dressing I liked, my favorite dress material, could even pick up a birthday present for one of my friends. Not to mention the full Sundays of worshipping my body. We often spanked for play, but they were more pats on the ass than anything. This, this was cruel.

After a minute of silence and rubbing, he reached into the small drawer on the table that held the implements. I counted my blessings that the drawer was never opened today except now. A week after the drunken’ incident, I had cane marks, and welts for days. One might have said he went a little too far. The truth was, when he was done, I begged him to keep going. I earned that punishment and owned up to it. Tonight, I just really wanted to show him that I had learned from my training. He wouldn’t give me the chance though and I resorted to some early relationship antics. He had been hard on me back then too. You would have thought I’d learn my lesson.

He pulled the tube of witch hazel out and carefully rubbed it in while I sighed. It felt so good. So healing and cool. He didn’t miss anything as he slid under the swells and softly treated the thighs. When he was done, he pulled me to my feet in between his legs.

His fingers started at my forehead and lightly eased down my face, neck, shoulders, to my hips. With both hands on either side he pulled me closer and kissed my belly button. Daddy’s aftercare was always the best.

He stood and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. For a minute he held me while he rested his chin on my head. I closed my eyes on his chest and sunk into him.

“Cat, I don’t know what I would do without you? Every day I come home from my shit job and see your pretty face, it makes me want to do it again the next day. I worry about you. I don’t like that you ask me things like this. I want to know we are making headway on your training. Learning to make better choices, but I don’t see it. When they called, your first instinct should be to say no.”

I felt my face getting hot. I was getting better and I was making better choices. He had just finally bought me a car last week because he said he could trust me with it, and now he was saying I wasn’t progressing.

I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip on me and moved his hand down to the still exposed affected area as a warning.

“You go out with your friends.” I accused.

“And so do you, baby.” I didn’t miss the rubbing. I tried to keep my temper in check. I did not want to be back over his knee. “I love almost all your friends. Even your guy friends that it took some time to get used to, but not them. I have no problem with you going out. You have shown me lately that you don’t take things too far, and I’m proud of you for it. But I won’t let you go out with them. I’m not sorry. The answer on that topic is always going to be no.”

I hated this part of the relationship. When he pointed out to me that I was a submissive, it seemed right up my alley. Everything he explained and showed me was such a turn on that I wouldn’t have been able to go back if I wanted. But it came at a price. He wasn’t going to give me all the good. I had to take some of the bad. He also said that even if I didn’t think I wanted it, my body did. Which brings us to…

The clicking of moisture as his fingers played around between my folds echoed in the room. I moaned as he moved the juices over my clit carefully. His head tilted down and I felt his breath on my ear. “That’s a good girl. I know what you need. Your body knows what you need. You obey me and you’ll have everything you need.” His lips moved and he planted the softest most delicate kisses down my jaw. His cologne wafted up my noise and only made me more wet.

Oh God. It felt so good. He pulled his finger from inside me and brought it to his mouth and licked it once while I watched. The he pushed it between my lips. “Suck.” I did as I was told and tried to keep my eyes on him, I was struggling. He pushed his finger to the back of my throat and I gagged.

When he pulled it out, he grabbed my face. Hard. His tongue shot between my shocked lips and tore through the inside of my mouth commanding everything it touched. I tensed from the invasion. One hand moved to my hair and grabbed my ponytail. Fast as lightening he had it wrapped around hand. He ripped my head from his face with such force I scrambled to catch my breath.

“Fuck! You are so hot.” He sucked hard on my neck and I pushed at his body. So much power. I was dizzy. He tore himself away again and headed for the couch. I guessed. Except his hand was still in my hair and my pants were at my ankles. I stumbled and almost fell, but he caught me and wrapped an arm around my waist and heaved me onto the couch. His hand fell from my hair so he could remove the lower part of my clothing.

Juices flowed from my vagina. The show of force and violence was such a turn on for me, otele gelen escort and I’d never know why. My upbringing couldn’t have been docile. I’d never seen a gun in real life, my parents didn’t believe in raising their voice. Why I got so turned on when he manhandled me, I would never know. Nor would I change it. My groin pulled tight at the sight of him standing over me. He pulled his shirt over his head and as usual I gawked at his chiseled frame. He was such a fine piece of work and I found myself in the other usual predicament where I wondered what he saw in me. Right now, I was a sweaty mess from the pain, and I was sure my makeup was running. But he never looked at me as anything other than affectionate. Or, well, in this case like a tiger going for a kill.

He fell to his knees on the carpet and opened my legs. I squeaked. I was sitting on our soft velour couch, but unless I was sitting in a doughnut tub of cool water, nothing was going to feel acceptable to my poor abused ass. He grinned to the side, and I almost said something, but his finger moved to open my folds.

“Spanking you like that takes it out of me.” His knuckle massaged my clit and my back arched on the couch. “Is there something you want to say to me for all my work?”

My head fell to the side. “Oooooohhhhhh” I groaned. The finger moved into my hole to sop up more juice then moved back to my clit.

“Do I need to give her a spanking too or are you going to answer me?” I didn’t want that right now. I knew what he wanted, and if I was going to get what I wanted, I needed to give him what he wanted.

“Thank you for spanking me.” I belted out with a particularly loud ending from the pinch to my clit.

He grunted approval. “That’s right. I will always be here to give you correction when you need it. Now, since I worked so hard, I’m going to give myself a little reward. You are not to move. You are to keep your hands behind your head clutching the sofa. Do not come unless I tell you. I think your ass might appreciate that.” I clenched at the thought.

His hands spread my thighs and I cried out at the first long lick his tongue took from the very back of my lips to the top of my clit. How I could count every pore as it made contact, I’ll never now. But he was excruciatingly slow. I wished it would never stop. I want to feel his mouth when I am grocery shopping or during a movie.

I couldn’t help the high pitch grunts, but he told me those were always ok. He would rather know I was enjoying it than have me be silent. Good thing. I couldn’t hold it in if I had to.

His soft velvet tongue was like a snake. It slivered back and forth from each side of my clit as I tried to control my breathing. There was nothing as good as Daddy’s tongue. He nibbled a little with his teeth and I almost cried. The pressure was so intense that I was almost scared of these orgasms. They would wreck my body and I’d convulse. I was used to not being in control of my own body because Daddy mostly controlled it, but the convulsions could be frightening. He always talked me through it and told me I was good and how much he loved me, but I was still scared. Today was going to be one of them.

His hands spread my hole wider and his tongue played around while I clawed at the couch. This position often worried me because I had been known to queef. He loved it he said, but I found it horribly embarrassing.

Not today though. Two fingers replaced his tongue and it returned to tease me in front. “Please.” I accidently spit out.

A hard smack landed on my inner thigh and I shrieked.

“You have a problem following directions? Do you need me to get reinforcements?” I shook my head and sucked in my lips.

“No fucking talking. You’ll come when I’m ready.” As punishment he edged me a few times and I moaned out in frustration. The last time, I was just about to come when he pulled up and flipped me on my stomach. He pulled my shirt over my head and released my bra. I threw them to the side.

“Fucking beautiful. You turn such a perfect color. I wished it stayed like this forever.” His hands soothed the heat and I purred into the couch cushions. I felt something cold land between my ass cheeks and I jumped.

“Relax. I really want to take you in the ass right now, but I don’t have it in me to be gentle, so this is going in so you’ll be more full. You already have the most magical pussy ever, but I’m greedy.”

As he spoke, he had been pushing in and when he stopped, the plug popped into its resting place. I groaned deep the clawed at the cushions again at the invasion. Before I could process it, his cock slammed in pushing me forward. His hand pulled back on my shoulder.

“I own this ass. It belongs to me. I am her master.” He pistoning and the offensive language only caused me to become more wet. With one knee on the couch and one on the floor, he moved with precision. Pleasure. Constant pleasure. He shifted my hip against the couch and started to play with the plug while the other hand continued to guide the act. I wanted to beg him to stop. It would be fruitless and probably get me in trouble. It didn’t hurt. Plugs just felt so foreign and deviant. Like the whole world knew what was happening in this room right now with my anal glands even though obviously that wasn’t the case. It felt wrong and only heightened his stature in our dynamic.

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Daddy pulled his fingers out and my ass made a cute little squelching sound as I was left empty. I whimpered and felt Daddy’s eyes on the fingers that were just deep inside me.

“Oh little one. You’re a messy little girl aren’t you?”

I blushed in complete embarrassment and Daddy chuckled “so naughty aren’t you?”

I whimpered and said “Daddy, you’re embarrassing me!”

He laughed again and pushed his fingers to my face “look at your mess baby. Look at what you’re about to clean.”

I closed my eyes and whined “please no…” Daddy leant in close and whispered in my ear.

“If you don’t obey right now baby, I’m going to message Mike from next door who has a 12 inch cock and he’ll be the one to take your pretty little rosebud virginity. Understood?”

I gasped but nodded. “I… I understand Daddy.”

My eyes opened and I looked at Daddy’s fingers and felt so embarrassed but so soaking wet. His fingers were glistening and coated in my juices from my ass. Thick sticky goo dripped down Daddy’s fingers and I wanted to bury my head in his lap and disappear.

“Awh are you feeling so embarrassed baby? You don’t want to taste your dirty bottom beyoğlu escort juices?”

I whimpered and Daddy held them against my lips and began to rub them on my lips like applying lipstick.

“Mmm such a pretty little anal slut you’ll be. You know good girls take anything their Daddy’s give them right?”

I nodded and said “yes Daddy. I’ll be a good girl.”

I opened my mouth and let Daddy slide his fingers in. My mouth closed and I started to suck and clean my juices off.

Daddy groaned “mmmm that’s it. Soon you’ll be doing this with your Daddy’s cock.”

I sucked louder and felt more excited thinking about sucking Daddy’s cock. “Mm thata girl. Taste your mess baby.”

I suckled harder and Daddy closed his eyes in a state of bliss. He reached under me and pulled his cock out of the band of his pants. It was so hard and I swore I could feel his sticky precum touch my skin. Daddy’s spare hand stroked his cock gently as I sucked and then he pushed his fingers deep into my mouth, causing me to gag and drool.

“Awh little slut, we need to work on your gag reflex. Remember that Daddy owns your throat too.”

My escort ataköy spit dripped down Daddy’s hand and he used it to wet his cock, causing loud wet sounds to fill the room.

“It’s time you show Daddy how much you love ass baby girl. Hop on your knees and get that pretty little tongue deep in my asshole.”

My eyes went wide and I blushed deep red. “In… in your ass Daddy?” I asked shyly.

Daddy stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. “You’ve heard of rimming haven’t you baby? Daddy’s need to be pleasured in every way and this is one of my favourite ways. On your knees now please princess.”

I hesitated and scrunched up my nose as I stood in front of Daddy. “But… Daddy… it’s…”

Daddy grinned wickedly, “embarrassing?”

He suggested and looked at my flushed cheeks. “It’s so embarrassing isn’t it baby? Having your sweet tongue up my very naughty hole. And it’s a hairy hole too.”

He pushed my head down towards his cock and said “I’ll let you lick your favourite toy before you try Daddy’s ass.”

I popped Daddy’s cock in my mouth and sucked eagerly hoping to distract Daddy from the aforementioned mecidiyeköy escort task. I slurped and bobbed my head hungrily but Daddy eventually held me by the hair and pulled me off.

“Stay right there baby.”

Daddy said as he reached across to the nightstand getting two hair ties and expertly tying my hair into two pigtails.

“Would hate for your hair to get in the way of me filming the first time you ate Daddy’s ass.”

I gasped and wriggled shyly “Daddy! You can’t film this!”

Daddy raised an eyebrow and said “Is that a safe word I hear princess?”

He held my chin in his hand and stroked my little wet lip as I pouted. I blushed deep red but shook my head no.

Daddy firmly pinched my cheeks together and said “sorry baby girl, I can’t hear you. Tell Daddy you want to be filmed eating Daddy’s ass for the first time.”

Daddy started filming already and pointed his phone at me. “Daddy…I… I want to be filmed eating your ass for the first time please.”

Daddy gently tapped his hard growing cock against my face and smiled “Awh sweetie you are a filthy girl aren’t you? Did you have that idea all by yourself?”

I pouted but nodded “I’m a filthy girl Daddy who had that idea by myself.”

Daddy rubbed precum across my cheek and smiled “good little fuck doll. Now tongue out and start eating Daddy’s hole baby. Eyes up to Daddy as you do too please. Time to show everyone how much you love Daddy.”

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“It looks like you had a good thrashing there,” a voice spoke behind me after I had brought the photo up on my phone. I was stunned and turned to see an older woman was sat behind me.

“Go on, show me,” she said. I shared the image with her and she stared at it for some time before continuing,” it is not unlike how my Norman looked after one of our play sessions.” She continued by commenting and asking, “he loved the tawse, have you tried that?”

I had to admit that I hadn’t as it was definitely the tool of the connoisseur of BDSM play. I was really shocked by this all, after all men and women who are now in their late 80’s never indulged in BDSM, or did they?

Dolly, the woman told me that BDSM was certainly not a new thing and that she and her husband had been regular players. I asked her more but she told me that I would have to wait and speak to her another day. I smiled as I realised that even at 88 she kağıthane escort could still boss men like me around.

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We had some vanilla chat as I wanted to know just more about her and then we moved onto BDSM chat. I initially asked her how she and her husband got into BDSM. She told me that she had stumbled across her husband’s BDSM porn collection by chance. She was placing something in the shed and knocked over a box out of which tumbled a collection of magazines and 8mm films.

“Back then it was incredibly difficult to get hold of BDSM porn. You could only buy magazines or 8mm films in sex shops in big cities. The material was very expensive and the quality of the black and white pictures was poor.”

She continued by telling me that initially she had been horrified with what she saw but gradually as she leafed through the magazines she became more curious. At the time she was a secretary and worked for a tyrant of a boss. “I imagined him as one of the sub men in the magazines grovelling at my feet for my mercy but I ended up spanking levent escort him. It gave me a great thrill,” she continued with a giggle.

She gradually introduced BDSM into her married sex life by slowly taking a more dominant role in the bedroom finally to a point where she started spanking her husband and eventually tying him up.

“I found the Domme role came rather too easily to me and whilst Norman was in a job which required him to be in charge, he loved being dominated in the bedroom.”

Talk then moved on to how much harder it was to engage in a BDSM life before the internet. “It was very difficult to get hold of anything,” she told me. I asked how they got hold of any paraphernalia and she told me they used to have to send off forms in the back of magazines and wait a month before the items arrived. “Eventually we found a shop that sold items. You had to go into a newsagent and say the code word. Upstairs they had a selection of items and you were even allowed to try them out. Norman and I visited one day and we ended up with a particularly fine real leather tawse.” She had been able to try it out and whilst he admitted it really stung, he loved the feeling of being punished with it and the post play marking.

She continued telling me about their experiences including how they met other players. It felt like maslak escort she was enjoying sharing her experiences with someone. She concluded telling me that by the time they reached their late 50’s their play sessions declined and eventually stopped. Norman died in his 60’s and since then she had kept the memories of those play sessions to herself. “People just weren’t as open as they are now,” she finally said with regret in her voice.

That last sentence felt like my cue to leave but she had one final surprise. She got up and went to a drawer where she removed something. As she turned I could see it was a leather tawse. She offered it to me and asked me to take it. “I won’t be around much longer and I would rather someone who appreciates this has it.” I fingered the hard leather with its three tongues and realised it must have been the tawse she referred to when we met and spoke about earlier. I felt very honoured to take ownership of her prized punishment tool and said I would put it to good use.

We said our goodbyes afterwards as we knew we wouldn’t meet again. A couple of weeks later I met up with my play partner for a session. After changing I knelt down in front of her and offered the tawse which she took. After tying me up she showed me that she was going to use it. I saw a broad smile on her face before she blindfolded me. Soon I felt her presence behind me and then there was a whoosh and smack as the triple leather strips impacted my skin. After the euphoria of the strike the pain coursed through my backside and into my body. I had to admit I felt great and thought about Dolly and that her BDSM life wouldn’t be forgotten.

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Daddy held my chin in his hand and forced me to look up into his eyes. “Are you going to obey Daddy little girl? Make Daddy proud?”

I nodded shyly and felt my body tingle with excitement and nerves. Daddy had arranged for me to play with him and a girl. Daddy knew I had never even kissed a girl and yet, here I was, standing in my pink lingerie, about to walk into a room where a girl lay naked, waiting for both Daddy and I.

“Now remember sweetheart, your Daddy’s little girl okay? I own you and that means what I say goes. You trust Daddy don’t you? Daddy knows you best, right?”

I nodded obediently. “Yes Daddy, I trust you… Are you going to make me lick her… you know?” I mumbled shyly and felt my pussy get wet from the thought.

Daddy chuckled and kissed my neck softly.

“Yes little one. You’re going to lick her pussy, her asshole and you’re going to kiss while Daddy watches.”

Daddy held my hand and walked me into the room. I locked eyes with the girl and smiled politely as I looked over her naked gorgeous body. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and her c cup tits sat perfectly on her chest. We had met briefly before and I knew that she liked the thought of being my first bi-sexual experience. She wasn’t a submissive to Daddy but they had played together before.

“She looks nervous.” The girl said with a slight wicked smile on her face.

Daddy ushered me forward and said “oh she is. I can feel her body trembling while she’s looking at you.”

I pouted slightly as Daddy and her spoke about me like I wasn’t there and went to say something cheeky but remembered Daddy wanted my obedience and wanted to show this girl he was training me well.

I licked my lips and looked towards the floor, waiting for what Daddy wanted to come next. Daddy squeezed my hand and walked over to the girl. He gently pushed her back on the bed and positioned her with her knees up and apart and a blindfold across her face.

“Go to the end of the bed little girl. Have a look at the pussy you’ll be licking.”

Daddy said to me as he continued to tie the blindfold and rubbed his hands over the girl. I walked to the end of the bed and glanced at her already wet pussy. It was smooth except for a small landing strip at the top. Her lips were meaty and full.

“You like looking at her pussy don’t you sweetie?” Daddy asked as he sat on the other side of the girl on the bed.

Daddy’s cock began to show through the fabric of his briefs and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Daddy placed the girls hand on his cock and smiled with a sense of hunger as he waited for my response.

“Daddy asked you a question little girl. Tell Daddy the answer.”

“Yes Daddy… yes, I like looking at her pussy. It’s a very pretty pussy Daddy.”

The girl smiled and chuckled slightly, “good to see she can be obedient. You always told me how much of a cheeky brat she was.”

I glared at Daddy and said, “you jerk.”

He held up a finger in warning. “Don’t make Daddy punish you fındıkzade escort in front of her. It would be extremely embarrassing and unenjoyable for you little girl.”

I blushed and looked down at the floor once more.

“Should I let her give your pussy a lick?” Daddy asked the other girl as she began to stroke his cock which was now fully out of his briefs.

“Only if she asks nicely.” The girl responded.

“Go on princess. Ask the nice girl if you can please lick her cunt. Make sure you tell her why you want to lick it too. Don’t be afraid of detail little one. Don’t forget to address her as Miss either. Titles are important.”

I bit my lip and watched as Daddy’s cock grew bigger. My stomach flipped with butterflies and my nipples hardened against my lace bra.

“Please Miss, may I lick your pussy? I’ve dreamed about licking pussy for so long and would love to please you. I would love to make you cum Miss. I promise to be good for you and Daddy.”

Daddy nodded with a smile. “That was very good little girl. What do you think?” He asked the girl.

“I would love for the little slut to lick my pussy and taste her first cunt.”

Daddy gestures towards her spread legs and said, “climb up on the bed little one. Put your head down there where it belongs. We’ll guide you as you go. Just start with some kisses and then start licking and sucking on her swollen clit okay?”

I crawled up and bent over slightly so my ass was in the air and my face was right next to her wet sticky hole. I moaned and leant in with a gentle kiss. I kissed her mound five times and then looked up at Daddy as I poked my cute pink tongue out. Daddy nodded and the girls hand stroked Daddy faster as she lay there. I started to lick, up and down, up and down. The girl moaned and her legs spread wider.

“Mmm fuck, she’s eager isn’t she?” She moaned and Daddy chuckled.

“Yes. My little sub is one eager little princess. Keep going slut. Get that tongue inside her cunt.”

I obeyed instantly and pushed my tongue into her opening, tasting her juices. I swirled and wriggled my tongue and felt her pussy juices rub on my chin.

“Now the clit little girl. You know how much you love your little clitty played with. Show her clit the same attention as Daddy shows yours.”

I placed my lips around her clit and started to suck on it. I swapped between licking and sucking and then felt a surge of naughtiness go through me. I cheekily looked up at Daddy and pushed a finger into her soaking wet cunt.

“Mmm naughty girl. Didn’t ask permission to finger my pussy. I’ll remember that later.” She said in a moan and her cunt tightened around my finger as I started finger fucking her gently.

Daddy watched as I sucked on her pussy and then said, “go lower for Daddy little girl.”

I looked up confused and started to lick her entrance but Daddy shook his head.

“Lower still princess.”

I whimpered and hesitated, “Daddy… please no.”

“Don’t make gülbağ escort Daddy come down and put your tongue there little girl. Just listen to Daddy and put your filthy little tongue on her asshole. I know you want to princess. You’ve told Daddy all your fantasies remember?”

I blushed deep red and glanced down at her puckered hole that was glistening with her juices and my spit. I reluctantly started to lick down further and got to her asshole. I placed my tongue on it and gave it a soft kiss.

“Oooh yes… good girl.” She moaned and reached down with her free hand and pushed my face into her ass cheeks.

“That’s it sweetie. Lick it nice and deep. Get it nice and wet for her. Your spit is the lube baby girl. Daddy’s going to fuck her asshole and then you’ll clean Daddy’s cum out of it.”

I was so turned on that I licked as deep as I could. I spat a little and pushed my tongue into her rosebud. Daddy groaned and she moaned.

“Oh fuck, she’s going in nice and deep. Does she rim you like this?” She asked as she grinded on my face.

“You bet she does. My little sub loves rimming her Daddy don’t you sweetheart?”

I nodded and Daddy stood up off the bed. “Come lay up top here little one. Take your panties off first though and hand them to Daddy.”

I stood up and stepped out my panties. I balled them up and prayed Daddy wouldn’t examine how soaking wet they were.

Daddy licked his lips and stood next to me at the end of the bed. “You’re loving this aren’t you little girl? You love licking cunt while Daddy watches don’t you? You don’t even need to answer Daddy… I know you love this because your cunny tells Daddy everything he needs to know.”

Daddy pushed me down onto the bed and the girl had taken off her blindfold and was watching intently. Daddy placed my knees up and pushed my legs apart. My soaking wet cunny was on full display and I got wetter as I felt both Daddy and her looking at it.

“God, she’s dripping isn’t she?” The girl said to Daddy and then lent up towards me. “Do you want to have your first kiss with a girl?”

Her eyes locked with mine and I nodded shyly. She lent forward and kissed me passionately. Her tongue spread my lips and dominated my mouth. I tried to mimic her actions and sucked on her tongue with excitement. She pulled away and licked her lips.

“You’re going to watch your Daddy fuck my ass now sub.” She said as she crawled in between my legs and offered her ass to Daddy. “Keep your eyes on me and I’m going to lick this dripping slutty pussy of yours.”

I nodded and looked down at her. Daddy squirted some extra lube on his large thick cock and said “be a good little girl.” I nodded and spread my legs wider for her.

I watched her face as Daddy pushed into her asshole and felt a pang of envy. I was yet to take Daddy in my ass as I was still too tight and untrained.

Daddy being Daddy chuckled and said “you’re jealous aren’t you little girl? You want Daddy’s cock in your bottom don’t halkalı escort you?”

I nodded and said “yes Daddy. I really want Daddy’s cock in my bottom.”

Daddy grunted and held onto her hips. “Your asshole is too small isn’t it baby? You can’t service Daddy with all your holes yet can you?”

“My asshole is too small Daddy. I can’t service you with all my holes yet but I’m learning Daddy.”

Daddy smiled, “that’s my good girl. Soon you’ll take my hot load deep into your bottom just like her.”

I watched Daddy begin to thrust in and out and then felt a slight pinch on my clit. I squealed and she grinned.

“Eyes on me sub. Watch me eat your cunny, that’s what your Daddy calls it isn’t it?”

I nodded and looked down with an eager obedience. Desperate to feel her tongue on my clit. She started with a kiss and my eyes closed in bliss.

“Say, ‘please miss, please eat my cunny.'”

I responded instantly, desperate for her tongue to go back between my pussy lips. “Please Miss. Please eat my cunny.”

She started sucking on my clit with a strong force and I gasped in pleasure.

“Ooooh fuck…. It feels so good Daddy.” I blurted out.

“You like that little girl? You like being a filthy little bi slut for Daddy?”

I nodded and felt her tongue slide into my hole. I gasped and whimpered pathetically; so turned on by her.

Daddy started moving deeper and faster. The sounds of his cock sliding in and out made my pussy even more excited. She slid a finger inside me and moaned.

“Fuck, she’s tight. I can feel her cunt clenching my finger so hard. Such a hungry pussy.”

She slid another finger in and wrapped her lips around my clit. I gasped and my body jerked in pleasure. She continued to finger fuck my soaking wet cunt and suck on my clit, knowing I was so close to cumming.

“Please… please Daddy may I cum? Please please!” I begged.

Daddy groaned and said, “have you been a good girl princess?”

I nodded and whimpered “yes Daddy. I’ve been a good girl. I’ll keep being good Daddy. Please let me cum. I’ll do anything Daddy.”

Daddy smiled and started fucking her ass harder. “Okay little girl. You can have cummies for Daddy.”

I screamed and felt my legs shake and her fingers moved faster.

“Oooh yes… little girl, that’s it sweetie. Have cummies for Daddy. I’m going to fill up her ass nice and deep so you can show how grateful you are for your orgasm.”

“Cum for me little sub. And remember when you fingered me without permission, now I get to do it to you.” She grinned wickedly and shoved a wet finger deep up my little asshole. My body went over the edge and I began to cum all over her tongue. My body shaking and humping her fingers deeper into my holes.

“Ooooohhh fuck fuck Daddy… I’m cumming! I’m having cummies!” I screamed and felt my mind drift deep into a state of pure bliss. Daddy groaned and he dug his hands into her hips as he came.

Daddy collapsed down onto her as his cock finished filling her tight asshole and he smiled at me. My whole body shook and the girl laid her head down on my thigh and gently kissed my well orgasmed pussy.

I moaned and confessed, “oh my god… that was incredible.”

Daddy smiled and winked at me, “I told you Daddy knows you best little girl.”

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I awake to my alarm, startling out of sleep and grabbing my phone to swipe it off. I smile to myself as my brain starts to wake up and I realize what day it is, why my alarm is set so early for a day off. I shift my legs over the edge of the bed, placing my feet on the floor as I stretch my arms, rolling my neck. I then rub my hands down my breasts, my stomach, my hips, still warm and nude from my sleep. I stand up and squat a couple of times, limbering my body and preparing myself for the day ahead. I head to the bathroom. Brushing my teeth, taming my hair, and washing my face; my grin only grows in anticipation.

Once I’m freshened up, I go to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water, taking several long sips before refilling it and padding my way into the office. As I enter the room, I smile as I see you sitting at the desk. You look up as I enter but continue your conversation, the only indication that you’re happy to see me is the upturn of your mouth, the small crinkle next to your eyes. You incline your head toward your desk and I return the smile before walking toward you, setting my glass of water on your desk, and dropping to my hands and knees to crawl underneath.

Under the desk, I find my special blankets and pillows already arranged for me in front of where your lap is under the desk, your legs already spread to make room for me. I bite my lip and get into position, choosing to sit on my ass with my legs crossed. Once I’m settled, I gently rest my cheek on your thigh and nuzzle into it until I feel your hand in my hair.

Glancing up at you, my face still pressed into you, I see you looking down at me over the edge of the desk. You nod once and I know from training what that means. My hands slide up your legs and thighs before reaching into your shorts, unsurprised to find no underwear underneath as I pull out your semi-erect cock as well as your balls from your clothes. I lean my head forward, sliding my cheek against your skin as I nuzzle into your balls first, kissing them reverently before moving up to kiss the tip of your cock.

My eyes stay locked onto yours as I kiss and tease your cock into hardness, flicking the head with the tip of my tongue every so once in a while. Once you are hard from my attention, I feel the hand esenler escort in my hair tighten twice and I open my mouth, sucking your cock into my mouth. My tongue rubs against the underside of your length as I slide my mouth down slowly. Once I reach the bottom, my nose pressed into your pubic hair, the tip of your dick pressing against my gag reflex as I try to swallow around it and not make any noise, not wanting to interrupt your important work call and get into trouble.

Once I run out of air, I pull back and pant softly on your hard cock, keeping you in my mouth, the heaviness of you on my tongue as I catch my breath. Your hand strokes my hair gently as you speak then your hand moves down to my cheek, stroking it with a finger. Then you move the finger to your cock, pointing to a point about halfway down your cock. I nod and you move your hand to your keyboard, typing as you say something or another to the person on the line.

I block out your conversation as I sink my mouth back down to where you pointed and start a slow massage with my tongue, suckling gently to keep you hard but not push you close to orgasm. I close my eyes and focus on the taste of you in my mouth, the feel of your head against my tongue, the warmth of your thighs around me.

Soon, I feel myself drifting into that sweet space I achieve with your cock in my mouth, nothing in my head but keeping you warm and happy until you tell me otherwise. My eyes close contentedly.

I have no idea how long you’re in my mouth, fully hard from my attention when suddenly I feel your hands under my jaw and my eyes pop open, rising to meet yours. I notice your headset is no longer on you and you seem to be saying something. I blink twice, trying to force myself to focus through the feeling of being drunk on your cock, on serving you.

“-babygirl. You’re doing so good for me but I need to fuck your mouth now, sweetie.” You say, your eyes amused as if you know your effect on me, which surely you do.

I nod, not taking my mouth off of you but just opening it wider and sticking my tongue out as far as I can. Your hands slide up into my hair, gripping it tightly before using it to slide my tongue up and down your dick. You sigh happily then suddenly yank escort etiler my head hard, shoving yourself all the way to the back of my throat, making me gag around you. My hands clench at my sides as I brace for your use and try not to struggle against you.

Your hips lift off the chair slightly as you fuck into my mouth, your cock hitting my throat over and over as I squeeze my eyes shut and try to relax for you like you’ve taught me. You pull my head up and down, using my mouth like a wet, warm pussy. You grunt a little as you use me and I tighten my lips around your dick to enhance your pleasure, one of my hands sliding up to gently massage your sack.

I feel your sack tighten and then suddenly you push my head off of you with a hiss. I gasp for air, eyes on yours as you cuss under your breath, your dick twitching from being so close to orgasm. Your hands go back into my hair, yanking me down to your balls this time.

“Open your fucking mouth, slut.”

I open instantly and your hand not in my hair pushes both balls into my mouth. I suck on them, my tongue lathing the flesh with the tip.

“Fuck yes, suck on my balls. Good fucking girl. Worship them. Show me how much you want my cum in your mouth. Fucking shit, good girl, yeessss.”

I moan from your praise and filthy words and then you pull my head slowly back. As my mouth leaves your balls, my lips tug them slightly before releasing them with a soft pop. You then guide my head back to your dripping cock, your hand squeezing twice before releasing my hair.

I nurse on the head of your cock, trying to pull as much of your precum out as I can, savoring the flavor with a moan before suddenly you tap my nose with your finger.

I look up and see your headset back on and nod at you, quieting my enthusiasm for your cock as you go back to work.

I go back to suckling on your dick gently, letting myself relax back into a submissive headspace of pleasing you again.

We stay like this for a while, you talking with people as I keep you hard and warm.

After a while, probably hours but I have no capacity for time keeping, my legs start to cramp and I shift to my knees carefully and quietly and stretch, all the while keeping you in my mouth dutifully.

You fatih escort glance down at me as I shift, hand petting my hair gently before pulling my hair gently to guide me off you. I lick my swollen lips and look at you with glazed eyes. You pick up my glass of water from the desk and hand it to me. I take several deep gulps, the water cooling on my tongue and throat. Once I’m satiated, I hand you back the glass and tilt my head at you in question. You take the glass before nodding once at me.

I take your cock back into my mouth, prepared to warm you again, my eyes sliding shut to focus on you and only your pleasure.

This goes on for hours. Sucking you to keep you warm, you taking a break to fuck my mouth before hydrating me then the cycle repeats. I lose all concept of anything but your pleasure as you use me over and over.

Eventually, I feel you shift above me and I open my eyes to look at you as you take your headset off and rub your jaw before looking down at me.

“Day’s over, baby. You know what that means, don’t you?”

My eyes light up and I move back onto my knees, my hands resting on your thighs as I nod with your cock in my mouth. You smile, a full bright smile as you stroke my hair sweetly before gripping it at the root and shoving my face down, taking my throat again.

I struggle to rub your cock with my tongue as you use my face mercilessly, gasping for air when you pull me up and gagging each time you enter my throat.

One of my hands slides up to pull and massage your sack and I know then you’re close as your dick twitches in my mouth, more precum flooding me and getting all over my chin as you fuck my lips over and over.

Then you shove me all the way down and groan loudly, spilling your seed into my throat as I try to swallow over and over, not wanting to waste a drop of my hard earned treat.

As you finish, you release your grip and rub your face, wiping sweat off as I gently lap at your cock and balls to make sure I get every last drop of your cum.

You push back from the desk and stand, offering me your hand. As I stand on shaky legs, you pull me to you and kiss my head, my cheek, my lips.

“Such a good girl. You warmed me all fucking day this time.”

I look at the window in surprise and see how late it is before blushing at you.

You laugh at me and stroke my cheek, amused by my ability to blush even after hours of sucking on you.

You take my hand and guide me out of the office, ready to show me your appreciation for my service.

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This story is a younger female submissive involved with an older Dominant couple. It is fantasy so behaviour and scenarios may not accurately represent safe BDSM and relationships. First chapter involves puppy play. The puppy is referred to as having “paws” and “front legs” but she is a human.

Feedback and comments welcomed as this is my first publication!

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Sliding the key into the front door, Robert released a long exhale and felt the tension slip away from his shoulders. Being semi-retired and only brought on as a consultant meant he worked from home mainly. Every now and again however, he had to travel to overcrowded cities in Britain and fix other people’s mistakes.

Driving home had been a relief after the taxing meetings and socialising with people young enough to be his child whilst fixing their mistakes. Especially as the younger generation seemed to lack the work ethic that had been instilled in him as a child of the early 1960s and with middle class parents.

Home was his favourite place to be. And most especially this week. His wife, Helen, had texted him whilst he was stopped for a meal at a service station to let him know their new pet had arrived and was all settled in. They had been planning the arrival of their new pet for weeks with great anticipation. Although, Helen would sadly be away for the first couple of days visiting their son who was moving back to their quiet local village. Martin was in need of his mum’s assistance with packing and keeping his foul ex-girlfriend from stealing things whilst they packed.

Robert was eager to see his boy more often but right at that moment, all he could think about was the fun and pleasure he would have with their new pet this weekend. Training, playing, petting and more. He’d even purchased some pills to help his stamina because although his sexual desires and appetite had only grown with age, his body had not remained as youthful and voracious.

As the lock clicked through he could hear excited whimpers and yelps through the door. A wide and eager grin tugged on his lips and he swung the door open.

There she was. Their new puppy. Blonde fur neatly combed on her head and her floppy ears bouncing against her cheeks as she barked and wiggled. Her generous curves wobbling slightly in her happiness and her luxurious fluffy tail was slapping against her bare thighs.

They had purchase a few collars especially for their new puppy and Robert was delighted to see Helen had chosen his personal favourite. Pale pink, tied firmly at the back with a wide silk ribbon, faux diamonds studding the length and a silver dog tag chiming merrily with each wiggle of her body. Glimpses of one side “Daddy’s puppy” and the other with her name “Cream” kept alternating. Robert felt his cock swelling at the sight and he swiftly shut the front door and crouched down.

“Hello gorgeous! Who’s a gorgeous girl? You look so pretty in that collar.” he crooned and held out his hands.

Yelping excitedly, Cream scampered across the hallway to push herself against his palms.

Soft, smooth skin and warmth filled his palms as she rubbed her face and voluptuous chest into his hands, leaping up every now and again to lap at his face and beard.

Chuckling, Robert rubbed her face and head, making sure to scratch her ears.

“I need to change and get a drink and then we can play Cream.”

She sank back into a seated position, her thighs spreading to reveal her glistening lips and bare mound.

“Upstairs!” Robert commanded and he stared at her ass jiggling and the tail waving side to side. She trotted up the steps, each raised leg spreading her cheeks slightly to show a glimpse of the metal plug almost completely obstructed by fur and her tight asshole.

He didn’t know quite which bağcılar escort hole to claim first. Drooling mouth, hungry pussy or slightly stretched rosebud…

*

Once in his bedroom, he quickly and eagerly began stripping off his business suit. Cream curled up on the giant dog bed that he and Helen had purchased a couple of weeks ago to watch her owner. From the corner of his eye he could see her lap at her lips when he removed his shirt to reveal his rather furry torso and the extra weight that a man of his age could find tricky to shift. Robert was still pleased with his muscles however and it seemed their new pet was excited by his body too.

He sat on the edge of the bed to take off his socks, bundling them into a ball and throwing them towards the laundry hamper in the corner of the room. It was a ritual Robert had done for as long as he could remember – the challenge to get both socks in the hamper. Silly and childish but there was always a sense of triumph if both landed in.

Today was not one of his more successful attempts. Mid flight the socks unbundled and only one made it to the hamper. The other lay a foot or so from the basket but not for long. Robert watched as Cream sat up on her bed before pouncing down, her forepaws on the ground and her ass and tail pushed up high. Her tail wagged wildly side to side before she charged at the sock and grabbed it in her mouth. She shook her head side to side, finishing off her prey with growls and snarls.

He laughed and continued stripping down to his underwear, putting a loose pair of sweatpants on and enjoying Cream’s triumphant noises as she defeated the sock.

She trotted over, her dog tag chiming and deposited his now slightly soggy sock at his feet.

“You took out that sock well girl. Such a naught puppy aren’t you. Going to have to make sure you don’t chew my shoes or other clothing.”

Cream sat back on her ass and panted lightly, tilting her head to the side.

He couldn’t resist petting her ears and tugging at the pigtails Helen had put her golden hair up in so that it wouldn’t get in the way.

“Can my new puppy do any tricks?”

Cream barked and yelped.

In nearly every room of the house they had set up treat bowls for playtime and training with their new pet. Small chunks of chocolate or cereal bites. They had discussed making the classic “bone” shaped biscuits to use in the future but for now for their human puppy cereal and chocolate would work.

Robert ran through the traditional tricks someone might teach their puppy: sit, stand, roll over, paw, beg, play dead and chase your tail.

Chase your tail was particularly amusing and he felt his cock stiffening and thickening even more as Cream’s plump tits swung wildly side to side.

“Display.” he barked.

Cream whimpered and shifted from paw to paw.

“Aww, don’t worry. Master will teach you some new tricks now.” he crooned and stroked her back.

Crouching down next to her, he guided her body to sit on her haunches, spreading her thighs wide and holding her forepaws up on her chest, arching her back to push her tits up and tipping her head up so her mouth hung open and wide – displaying her pretty pink pussy, tits and mouth for his pleasure.

“Good girl.” he breathed. “Hold.”

He left her in that position for several long minutes. Pacing around her and taking her in. Her gentle breaths and trembles were the only movements she made. He could see her eyes glazing slightly the longer he left her there and he grinned at how beautifully she slipped into subspace.

A couple of tattoos marked her skin, a tree across the pale expanse if her back and shoulder blades, a wolf on her thigh and a rose on the inside of her left arm.

Robert wondered escort bahçelievler how she would look with another tattoo or two in private, easily concealed places. Ones that only he, Helen and any of their friends in the BDSM community would ever see. Tattoos that might make their puppy blush bright red when she went to the vets for checkups… It was something to keep in mind for the future if their relationship continued. Robert rather fancied the idea of two tattoos on her ass. One on each cheek: Daddy’s puppy and Mummy’s princess.

Helen enjoyed puppy play too, not quite as much as Robert, but her darkest desires were to have a slutty babygirl to pamper and tease and play with.

Cream had cropped up in the community and at the club they frequented in the nearest big city. Robert and Helen had spent several months getting to know the younger woman and building up to this week. They all knew they were sexually compatible but this was the first time in their blossoming relationship that they wouldn’t be separating after a mere few hours.

Robert plucked piece of chocolate from the treat bowl and crouched next to Cream.

“Release and into Sit.”

Cream flowed gracefully from Display to her sitting pup position. Her forepaws between her knees and her head held straight. He slipped the chocolate treat onto her tongue and gently stroked down her back whilst she suckled on it, massaging her muscles and feeling the shudders of pleasure run through her body.

“Hmmm,” he hummed aloud as he thought about which trick to teach her next. “You ready girl?”

A gentle bark assured him she was ready and he could see she was hovering in subspace. It would be easy to send her deeper or bring her out.

“Present!” his voice snapped out but his hands were gentle as he guided her body to turn away from her, pushing her shoulders down so her tits were pressed into the wooden floorboards, her face turned to the side and her front legs stretched out above her head.

Robert slid her knees across the floor, mentally making a note to put her in some fluffy knee high socks or leg warmers before they went back downstairs later as her knees were beginning to look reddened.

With her knees spread wide apart, her ass tipped up into the air and her back curved into an elegant swoop both her plugged asshole and pink pussy were displayed.

He lifted her furry tail up, tugging playfully on it to feel her flinch at the pull on her rim before draping it up her back.

“Hold.” he reinforced the trick and crossed his legs to sit behind her and inspect her rear.

Shaven mound and ass had left a smooth and supple surface. It would make Helen happy. She liked her babygirl to be clean and tidy with just pretty hair on their silly little heads. Robert liked his pets bare too. It was the dichotomy between having a hairless submissive worshipping and licking his hairy body.

He knew later he would have his puppy licking his hairy chest, legs, balls and ass. A shiver of anticipation thrummed through him but he pushed it down. Building his own pleasure would mean a sweeter release later.

His let his fingers gently stroke Cream’s outer lips and mound. Petting her in little teasing strokes. She was drenched in silky juices and he coated his fingers in them and popped them in his mouth to savour her taste.

Salt and honey. Almost as sweet as her cream when she came. Robert would be tasting her eagerly over the coming days but not after he had filled her with his cum. It would be up to Cream to clean him of their mixed juice and to lap up anything that spilled onto the surface where they were fucking.

Speaking of which, being held in Present had made Cream’s pussy leak even more and there were large drops bakırköy escort of her desire pooled on floorboards beneath her.

Robert played with her pussy some more, enjoying the lewd noises and sloppy sounds his fingers made as he fingered and pulled on her lips, tugging hard occasionally and hearing his puppy gasp in pleasure.

She would look so pretty with her pussy lips clamped and little weights hanging off them. He knew they had a lovely set of clamps and weights that had bells on them.

Maybe tomorrow he could clamp her nipples to start with and build up to the pussy weights. Then his puppy would be crawling around in a permanent haze of pain and pleasure and he would hear her coming from wherever he was.

“Release.”

Cream went back onto all fours.

He made a loud gasp and tutted.

“What a naughty puppy slut you are! You’ve dripped all over your Master’s floor! Clean it up puppy!”

Cream spun around and bent down to lap in long, slow licks. Her tongue curling to keep her juices from trickling off. She lapped and lapped at the gathered juices until the floor was shiny and gleaming with just her spit.

“And here. You made Master’s fingers all dirty.”

He held up his fingers and groaned as her hot tongue laved at his skin.

He couldn’t resist any more.

“Final trick for now. Ready my puppy?”

Cream gazed adoringly at her owner and panted. Her whole body was trembling and and her ass was wagging side to side, her tail caressing her thighs and brushing her cheeks.

“Sometimes your Master will want you to show him how much you love him. Especially after he’s had a long day and hasn’t had time to relax. It’ll be puppy’s job to clean me up. The command is Worship and then you’re going to start licking your Master from his toes up but only the areas Master hasn’t got clothes. Now, Worship!”

Cream lunged forward to lap at his foot, her tongue working it’s way between his toes and tasting the salt and musk of a long day’s travel and work.

Robert leaned back against his bed, uncrossing his legs to allow his puppy to worship his body.

It was a scene he had only imagined. Having such a gorgeous young submissive eager to lick his older body. Both humiliating for her and titillating for him that she would be so eager to please.

Robert let her lick and worship both his feet, hearing her moan and whimper before clicking his fingers and pointing to his chest. She scrambled up to lap at the grey hair and hot skin of his pecs, twirling her tongue around his stiff nipple and almost suckling it into her mouth.

Eventually, Robert knew he was close to coming and slipped the waistband of his sweats and boxers down under his cock and balls. Cream froze mid lick, her tongue pressed against the crease of his armpit as if about to burrow inside and savour the pungent taste.

“Worship puppy, Master hasn’t commanded you to stop.”

Whining, Cream returned to his armpit and he lifted his arm up to rest against the bed, giving his puppy easy access to his armpit.

His entire chest and the thick hair on it was damp with saliva and glistening from her submission. He couldn’t wait to have her spend hours licking rimming his ass or worshipping his beard whilst he watched TV. It would be a truly relaxing and fulfilling experience.

His free hand worked his cock, pumping it in time to her licks.

When it all came to a point of exquisite pleasure, Robert came with a low groan, catching his cum in his hand.

Cream was an excellent puppy and continued her worship even as her hips and ass humped the air desperately in her desire.

“Stop and Beg,” he growled.

Onto her haunches she went, whining, whimpering and panting.

With his cum coated hand, Robert began to pet her hair, coating her scalp in his cum, marking her fur with his scent and ownership.

The last drops of cum he allowed to drip into her mouth and she held them on her tongue.

“Swallow.”

Cream gulped them down, a look of sheer bliss on her face.

“What shall we do next my slut puppy?”

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1.

As I enter the studio, I look to the bed and my stomach flutters slightly: some clothes, and a note. I know what this means, and memories of past experiences rise unbidden to just below the surface of my mind.

I’ve gone to the shops, I’ll be back in an hour. I hope you’re ready for me when I return.

Pick three.

There’s no way to know when you wrote the note. Perhaps I have five minutes to prepare, perhaps almost the full hour. Of course that’s deliberate on your part.

I know not to dawdle, but I also know better than to rush. You’ve left me some juice; I drink it, and use the toilet. I know you don’t want me distracted by bodily needs. Well, maybe just one. I use the time running over a list of toys. Pick three, you said. Which three?

Stripping naked, I place my work clothes in the hamper. I’m not hard yet, but there is a drop of precum forming. I resist the urge to stroke; I don’t need the distraction.

And so I turn my attention to the clothes you’ve picked out for me. I recognise this outfit: I picked it out for you a few months ago. More memories stir. How you looked, how you moaned, how you writhed under my hands. Tonight is my turn to writhe.

I start with the panties. Simple black lace ones; you wear them often, but that’s okay because they look incredible on you. The last time, I pulled them aside to come inside you. Then you pushed it out and made me lick them clean. As I step into them now, my cock is stiffening slightly; but not so much that I’m stretching them out. I adjust the fit, but really it’s just an excuse to stroke myself through the material. So much for resisting. I’m only human.

Next, the stockings. I’ve never quite gotten the hang of putting these on. You make it look so sensual, but I have to alternate pulling them up and smoothing them out until they reach my thighs. You’d tease me about it, if you were here to watch.

The nipple clamps weren’t part of the outfit last time, but I certainly won’t complain about their addition. I set them as tightly as they go; I might regret this soon, but you might make me regret it if I didn’t. Anyway, they’re not too bad. Not yet.

They’re shortly covered up by a corset, though fastening it and tightening the lace takes me some time. I don’t have trouble breathing at the end, but I do notice it with every breath. I can’t help but run my hands over the satin, and my cock twitches.

I forgot to look at the clock when I came in. How long have I been? Five minutes, ten? How much longer do I have?

Now for the heels. With the corset on I have trouble reaching my feet to fasten them. Rather than bending down, I sit on the bed and pull my knees up. You’d tease me for this, too.

Before I continue, I walk to the other side of the bed. I’m unsteady on the heels. I still can’t bend, so I have to crouch down to pull out the toy drawer. The deliberateness of my actions gives me a thrill: with everything I do, I’m reminded of my outfit, and of what’s to come. I return to the side nearer the door, and place my selections on the bedside table. One of them, I plug in.

These last two items serve an extra purpose. If I tried, I could probably hear you on the stairs. I could get perhaps thirty seconds of warning before you arrived, to get myself in my final position. I could spend my time doing who-knows-what. But no; once I’m fully prepared, all I can do is wait. Wait, and anticipate.

Picking them up, I turn to face the door and take a step forward. I push my hair behind me, so that it falls down my back and not over my shoulders. I pull the hood over my head, which is fully covered except for my mouth. You’ll probably be wanting to use that. Blind, I fumble with the handcuffs behind my back, locking myself in. And I wait, and anticipate.

2.

My imagination runs wild.

I don’t hear the keys turn, but I hear the door open. I hear you take three steps, you push on my chest, I stagger and fall onto the bed. Did you even close the door? You climb up, straddling my stomach. You move higher, I can feel the hem of your skirt on my upper chest, my neck, my lips. Now you’re straddling my head, and you lower yourself down. In my imagination, the weight on my arms isn’t uncomfortable kağıthane escort and the cuffs don’t dig into my back.

I hear the key turning, the door opening, the door closing. A rustle of fabric, you’re hanging your coat up. Pad-pad-pad of your feet, moving around the room. Cupboards open, the tap runs, glug-glug-glug of water. You say nothing, so I say nothing. You pad closer, next to me and then past me. A drawer opens, the bed creaks. I want to say something, but daren’t make a noise. A soft clicking sound. Click. Click. Click. Are you trimming your nails? I would probably find this absurdity funny, or maybe just boring; but in my imagination, it’s sexy.

You remove the hood, and I gasp audibly: you’re not alone. Or: your hands on my cock, I feel another pair start to stroke my chest. In my imagination, such things happen.

3.

My imagination pales in comparison.

I don’t know how long it’s been. My toes and calves ache, but just a little.

I do hear the key turning, the door opening, the door closing. The rustle of fabric. The soft clunk of your shoes as you take them off.

“Hello, slut.”

My heart beats faster and my breathing shortens. “Hello, mistress.” My voice is weak.

I hear you walk over to me and around me. I imagine you’re inspecting my outfit, making sure I dressed properly. You make a full circle, then stop behind me. I startle as your hands brush my shoulders. You push them down, onto my chest. You toy with the neckline of the corset. Your breath lands on my ear, a slow exhalation that makes me shiver.

“I must say, you look very sexy like this. Almost as sexy as I did.”

My cock twitches at your approval. “Thank you, mistress.”

“If only you could see what I’m wearing now.” Images dance through my mind: the red lacy one, the purple strapless one. The maid’s outfit and the schoolgirl costume. “I’ve had nothing else on under my coat.” Now I’m imagining the revelation as much as the outfit itself, the moment when you unfasten the belt and pull open the flaps, and “it made me so horny, I just had to play with myself in the bathroom a little.” You’re talking into my other ear now, and you’ve removed one hand. “Here, see for yourself.”

You place that hand on my lips, and I reach forward to suckle on your fingers. Your juices are sweet, and I moan slightly. Your other hand slides under the corset and tugs gently on the clamp it finds. Pain flares up briefly, and I moan somewhat louder. Both your hands pull away and I hear you move to the side slightly.

Without warning, THWAPP – I gasp, my ass is stinging. “One, mistress.” THWAPP, THWAPP. Your panties don’t offer much protection. “Three, mistress.” You don’t say anything to justify this, so it’s probably not a punishment. You don’t need a reason to hurt me. Anyway, the paddle was one of my selections.

You start to circle me again. I feel a gentle pressure on the corset as one hand trails along my chest, just below my nipples, then passes onto my bare arm, around my back, onto my other arm, around to the front again, slightly below where you started. Another turn around, this time you pause behind me – “four, mistress. Five, mistress” – and continue. Again, and now your hand is low enough to be stroking my panties, you caress my cheeks through the material and I let out a sigh. Coming back in front of me, your hand comes to rest on my cock. I can’t resist flexing my pelvic muscles to make it jump slightly, so that it rubs against you through the lace. You don’t seem to mind, you rub it gently yourself.

“You seem to be getting my panties all wet,” you tell me, with a gentle chide in your voice that I know you don’t mean. “Well, we’d better clean them, hadn’t we.”

“Yes, mistress.”

You pull them down and command me to step out of them. I do so carefully, with your help. While you’re at it, you take the opportunity to run your hands down my stockinged legs. I feel you raise the panties to my lips and I stick out my tongue to lick them. I can’t really taste anything except the fabric, but you want me to clean them and so I lick repeatedly, urgently.

You remove the panties from my reach. “You seem to like that. Well then-” and I feel a levent escort tug, you pull on my cock gently and a spasm of pleasure shoots through my body. Just once. Then your finger circles around my tip, and slides up, spreading precum, and I whimper.

You bring that finger to my mouth and for the second time tonight I take you into my mouth. My juices are saltier than yours. Your finger pushes deeper into my mouth and I suck on it harder, in and out as if I were giving a blowjob, humming my pleasure every time I reach the bottom. “Cock-sucking slut”, and I hum with pleasure some more. Your other hand strokes my hair, toys with my ear, dances down my chest. You reach under the corset to tug on my nipple again, and I give a moan of pain, but continue to suck on your finger.

Abruptly you pull out, and I’m left breathing heavily, still moaning a little. My freed cock has risen to half-mast, and I’m probably dripping precum on the floor.

“Turn around,” you command, and take my shoulders to guide me as I do so. In heels and blindfolded, I can take only small steps. Behind my back, I feel you play with the handcuffs, and my wrists are freed. “Bend forward,” and you guide my hands to the bed.

One hand caresses my ass, and then THWAPP-THWAPP-THWAPP, I grunt from the pain and it takes me a moment to count “eight, mistress”. Either you’re hitting harder or the panties were more protecion than I realised. But you’re caressing me again and the sting dissipates.

You step away. My arms and legs are shaking, and if I had to walk anywhere I would probably collapse. I do my best to maintain my position.

I’m rewarded by a cold sensation on my buttcrack, and your finger spreading it down to cover my anus. And then a hard object presses up to me, the second of my selections. I try to relax and push back against it as it slides in. I grunt with pain and you stop, pull it back a little, to give me a chance to adjust. Then you try again, more slowly, and I feel my sphincter close around the neck.

“Step forward”, and I stand and take a step towards the bed. “Kneel”, and you push down on my shoulder and I drop to my knees and place my hands behind my back. My knees are on a pillow; I don’t know when you put it there, but I’m grateful. You walk in front of me, and I can feel the wire from the plug passing around the back of my thigh.

Your hand on the back of my head pulls me forwards, until I can barely keep my balance. The head of my cock brushes gently agaist my left thigh, just above the top of the stocking, leaving a cool wet spot. Even through the hood I can smell the tang of your pussy a moment before I bury myself in it. I snake my tongue out to feel around, searching through your folds to find your clit, and then drawing circles around it. You moan your own pleasure, and I feel a humming in my ass as you switch on the butt plug.

But I can’t allow my own pleasure to distract me from yours, and I continue licking and you continue moaning softly. Periodically you thank me: “good slut”, or by briefly increasing the vibrations in my ass. That makes me moan, too. You increase the pressure on the back of my head, and I increase the pressure of my tongue, and your moans get louder.

Soon, I recognise the urgency of your moaning and the telltale contractions in your pussy, and I can tell that you’re close to orgasm. But you move your hand on my head down, grasp my hair, and pull me back upright. Apparently that’s not what you want quite yet. You switch off the vibrations in the plug, too.

I have a moment to take stock, which I imagine you’re using to compose yourself. My breath is heavy, and my tongue is sore. My arms are restless. My nipples are burning. My stomach is slightly cramped from bending forwards, and from the bottom of the corset digging into it. The weight on my calves and the awkward position of my ankles is cramping those, too. My ass is stuffed comfortably, and clenching it sends a wave of pleasure through my cock, which is fully erect.

“Up,” you command, and I rise awkwardly. Then, “face up on the bed.” I take a couple of small steps forwards until I can feel the bed with my hands, and then clamber on. To avoid damaging the sheets with maslak escort my heels, I roll onto my back and shuffle around with my legs in the air, trying to position myself roughly in the center, with my head on the pillow. Then I lie flat.

You take one arm and raise it above my head, slipping it into the restraint that we leave on the bedpost. Then my legs, handling them more forcefully to fit the loops over my shoes, and then my other arm. When you’re done I have only a few inches of give in any of my limbs.

I feel the mattress dip as you put weight onto it, by my feet and then by my waist. I feel your body pressing gently on my cock, pushing it towards my stomach. This particular part of your outfit is smooth and silky, and drapes down to my thighs. You crawl forwards, exciting my cock, drawing moans from me as you do so. As your knees slide against my inner thighs, I can feel that you’re wearing stockings. Then your knees climb outwards to grip my waist, and I feel you rise into a kneeling position. My cock is back to almost vertical, but still pressed against you.

You rise up, and come down again, the pressure against my cockhead causing me to whimper. And up, and this time when you come down I’m rubbing against your bare skin, your outfit teasing the tip of my cock and draping down on the other side. And up, and forwards, stroking me with your wet pussy – but then back and down again. One more you rise up and stroke forwards and back, forwards and back, and I whimper more insistently. But instead of lowering onto me you fall forwards, your hands landing at the level of my shoulders. And again you start to crawl forwards.

As your knees reach the top of my corset, and I can just feel them against my armpits, you stop again. You clamber over me, and then back again, to face the other direction, your stockinged toes tickling my armpits. You sit on my chest, and I’m reminded of the nipple clamps as they sting under your weight.

Without warning the plug in my ass begins to vibrate again, causing me to buck under your weight. Your fingertips stroke down my cock, spreading cool precum down its length. And then you introduce my third selection: you press our magic wand to the base of my cock, where it meets my scrotum, and turn it on.

I cry out my pleasure, and buck more wildly than before, and you remove the wand. After a few moments I calm down and you replace it, drawing the same reaction. This time, instead of removing the wand, you start running it up and down my cock, and turn up the power in my ass.

I tug wildly against my bonds, but of course I can hardly move. I can twist my pelvis, but you never let me escape the wand. Between gasps I try to articulate myself clearly: “please may I – ahhh! – cum, mistress?”

You take a moment to answer, your voice infuriatingly airy. “Hm, no, I don’t think so. Not just yet.”

I start counting in my head, trying to distract myself. I lose count around ten, when you move the wand onto my scrotum and replace it with your free hand, gripping tightly and stroking slowly. Then again when you switch back to gently spreading my precum. And a third time when you remove that hand from my cock and bring it back to my mouth to suckle on. I focus on your fingers between my lips, licking and sucking to keep my attention from the pleasure elsewhere.

When you remove your fingers I try again, more urgently: “please may I come, mistress? – ahhahhahhhh!” And again, “no, not yet”, in that voice that makes me struggle to escape and take control, but of course I can’t.

“But you’ve been a very good slut”, you’re doing this deliberately, “so I’ll let you know when you can cum. Soon, okay?” I don’t want you punishing me for impoliteness so I gasp out “yes, mistress! Thank you, mistreaaaugh!” You interrupt by increasing the power in my ass another notch.

I try to distract myself again. I curl my toes, feeling the hard soles of my shoes through the thin fabric of my stockings. You fondle my balls, lifting them up with one hand as you press down on them with the wand. I kick my legs up and down, feeling them catch against their bonds and bounce against the bed. You place the wand directly on the tip of my cock. I grip the restraints in my hands and try to collapse the bed inwards. You stroke my shaft deeply and quickly, holding the wand against my perineum.

I don’t know how much longer I can hold myself when I feel your weight shift forward. Mercifully, you tell me, “cum for me, slut” and engulf me in your mouth.

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After I had fucked our friend Anna, I excitedly waited for Julie, but she did not return home until 5pm. She had been shopping and had come home with a few new items for her wardrobe, including a new dress.

Julie said. “I want you take to me out tonight so I can wear it.”

I replied. “OK, but I have something to tell you first. Do you remember our conversation about Anna?”

“About you fucking her if you got the chance.” Replied Julie.

I continued. “Yes, that conversation. Well, she came round this morning to see you. I had just got out of the shower and answered the door in just a towel, I thought it was a delivery. She had come round to moan to you about Michael again.” I paused and she looked at me and gasped and said:

“You didn’t!!!!”

I nodded. “You did say that I could.”

“Yes, I know” she said, “but I never really thought it would ever happen. Tell me everything that you did and don’t leave anything out!”

I told her everything that happened and what was said. She asked me a lot of questions about Anna. When I told her that I had convinced her to get her bush waxed she seemed turned on. She asked me about her tits, her arse and what her pussy tasted like. I said it was ok but not as sweet as hers. Probably because she was not smooth. They had similar bodies the only difference between them was that Julie was a size 12 with 36DD’s and Anna a size 10 with 34D’s.

We had dinner and then Julie said.

“I’m going to get ready. I hope you like the dress. I was really hoping that you would fuck me tonight but I suppose there’s no chance of that now.”

“Never say never.” I replied.

Julie told me to wait downstairs for her. When she was ready, she shouted down to me to close my eyes. When she was in front of me, she said.

“Ok, you can open them now.”

She was wearing a dark blue satin dress that was split up high on the left. She had turned slightly and thrust her knee across the other leg in a model pose that one often saw. She was wearing lace top hold ups and with the position of her leg I could see the top centimetre of the lace top. I could also see the shape of the other lace top though the dress. It was very low cut at the front with a gap that almost went down to her naval. She was not wearing a bra and the shape of her magnificent tits could be clearly seen, as could most of her boobs in the centre. Her nipples were around 2 cm away from being on view.

“So, what do you think?” she asked.

“I’m speechless, absolutely speechless. That is the sexiest dress I’ve ever seen you wear. I’m such a lucky guy.”

“You are. And now you have two sexy women to fuck, if I agree.” She said.

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I cupped my hands over her sexy arse. I had a feeling that she could only wear a thong with this dress and felt around for confirmation. She was French kissing me passionately. Telling her about how I had fucked her friend had obviously turned her on.

I broke off the kiss and said. “You aren’t wearing any panties!”

She shook her head and said. “Is that OK.”

“WHAT!” I replied. “Is that trick question.”

She giggled and said “I thought you would like it.”

Before we headed out, I had to have a feel. I slipped my hands inside the dress and squeezed her nipples. I was able to easily pull both of her tits out at the same time and suck on them alternately.

“Hmmm, that’s nice.” she said.

I then slipped my hand in the side slit and fingered her. She was already wet and she said.

“You are going to have to make me cum later, I feel really horny.”

“I can’t wait.” I replied, “I’m way ahead of you.”

We head off to the local wine bar, which was a ten minute walk away. It was a warm summer evening so neither of us wore coats. Every guy that saw us stared at Julie agog. As we walked, her dress rode up and soon the whole of her lace top holdup came into view. She made no effort to pull her dress down and almost gave a few older guys a coronary.

“This dress is getting me a lot of attention.” she said.

“I think it’s more the contents of the dress than the dress itself.” I replied.

She grinned and said.

“Aren’t you lovely, no wonder Anna wanted you to fuck her.”

We arrived at the wine bar and ordered our drinks. Julie chose an expensive cocktail esenler escort and stood on the bar step to lean over and get a couple of straws. She didn’t need to as it came with a straw. I think she just wanted to show the barman her tits and those sitting down her stocking top.

We found some seats in a secluded part of the bar and sat down side by side. I had already decided that I was going to spend most of the evening playing with her nipples and fingering her.

She immediately started talking about Anna and how she was pleased that we had fucked.

“To be honest.” she said, “I’ve always fancied Anna. I was surprised when she told me about how Michael was treating her, and that she just wanted someone to fuck her. I was hoping that when I told you that you could, it would happen and that eventually the three of us would end up in bed together. But I didn’t want to scare her off by saying that. She is just so, attractive, I really want to do girl-girl with her.”

My cock was starting to twitch.

“Fucking hell.” I said, “I know I’m going to wake up in a minute!!!”

I slipped my hand into the top of her dress and began toying with her nipples one at a time.

Julie continued. “When we were chatting, I told Anna that I think Michael may be bi-sexual but that he is not able to do anything about it, which is why he is not that interested in her as it’s consuming him. I told her that when I chat with him, he always tells me how lucky I am to have Adam. He is always making comments about you. What a great body you have and how jealous he is of you. What a great chest and what a nice arse you have. He even said I bet he’s got a bigger cock than me! He never stops going on about you. I told Anna and she said she had never really thought about that before but that it makes sense.”

“The last time we went out and Michael got a bit pissed, I asked him outright. You are always talking about Adam and his body do you fancy him? Michael nodded and said I can’t stop thinking about him. I masturbate everyday thinking about him! I was a bit tipsy myself so I asked him if he wanted to suck your Cock. I was expecting him to say no way but instead he looked at the ground and nodded slowly. I was shocked but was actually turned on at the thought of seeing him suck your cock.”

Our visit to the BDSM club had been just eight weeks earlier and Julie had been working secretly in the background in the hope that I would fuck Anna. I was about to find out what else she had up her sleeve.

I now had my hand between Julies legs and I had two fingers inside her. As I pushed my fingers In and out of her pussy Julie said.

“Adam, I really want to see Michael suck your cock. I want to turn him into a sissy cuckold, just like the guy that had cum over me at the club. I want to make him lick Anna and fuck her as well, she deserves that. I told Anna about the club and that I want her and Michael to agree to be submissive to us. Anna was not keen at first but I told her that I would also get Michael to lick her pussy and fuck her as well. I also told Anna that if she agreed to be submissive to you and me, I would let you fuck her once or twice a week. We had both been drinking wine and were a bit tipsy and we snogged! I think the stumbling block would be to get you to agree. So Anna and I agreed that we would let you do whatever you want to us.”

“Anna was on board I just had to convince Michael. After he had made his admission and we went out the following week I waited until he was drunk again. I told Michael about the BDSM club we had visited and the sissy cuckold that we had seen at the club being whipped and caned, how he had been fucked up the arse with a strap on cock in front of 30 people, how he had sucked cock and swallowed cum. How he had closely watched her masturbate, how he had cum on her face, tits and pussy and then licked his own cum off her. Michael admitted that he would have loved that.”

“I then told him that Anna was not the type of person that could be a Dominant but that Adam and I could be. I told Michael that I was submissive to you, but that I wanted to try being dominant and had been learning how to do it.”

“I explained to Michael that some people were submissive like him and Anna, some were totally dominant like Adam and some were escort etiler known as switch who would be submissive to some and dominant with others. I asked Michael if he would be prepared to submit to us. He would have to do whatever we wanted and in return I would fuck his arse with a vibrating strap on and arrange for him to suck your cock. To my surprise he agreed. I then told him that Anna had already agreed.”

While she was talking, I had slowed down fingering her and when she had finished telling me what she had said to Michael and Anna I said.

“So, what exactly do I get out of this?”

Julie replied. “Because I really want to do this and so does Anna, both Anna and I will make it well worth your while. Anna and I will do girl-girl, we will do whatever you tell us to do. We will lick your arse, take deep throat, take Anal, I will train her to do those things, you can piss on us and make us piss on each other and anything else you want us to do. When we visit the BDSM club you can dominate all three of us. And at other times I will dominate Anna and Michael’.

Julie continued. “You won’t have to suck Michael’s cock but you will have to fuck his arse, let him suck your cock and tie him up and spank, paddle, strap, whip, cane and use the electro wand on him. I intend to turn him into a sissy cuckold.”

I then slipped a finger up her arse and she jumped, and I said. “So, I get this if I agree do I?”

She nodded. “Whenever you want, and Anna’s.”

“OK” I said. “Let me fuck your arse tonight and I will agree.”

Julie was ecstatic.

She kissed me passionately and said. “Thank you, you won’t regret it.”

I still had my finger up her arse.

“You might regret it.” I said. “Because you will be starting right now.”

‘OK’, said Julie. “What do you want me to do.”

I’m sure she was thinking that I would want a BJ under the table, which I knew she was quite prepared to do as she had done it before.

I told her. “I want you to go to the loo, which is right over the other side of the bar. When you come back, I want you to walk slowly all the way though the bar with your boob hanging out of that dress.”

She blushed. She didn’t mind exposing herself in a sexual situation, dogging, the nudist spa, the BDMS club because everyone was there to do the same. But this would be exposing herself in front of not just strangers but someone she may know. However, she knew she would have to do it.

“OK.” she said.

She got up and walk through the bar to the loo. The bar was very crowded with over 100 people milling around and given what she was wearing she attracted plenty of attention just walking to the loo. There several whistles and wow look at that’s.

She went into the ladies and then stood in front of the mirror and pulled her boob out. Given what she was wearing it didn’t take much for her boob to come out and it would be feasible that it could have fallen out. She knew that her tits were nice and in the dress that she was wearing she looked really sexy anyway.

Her nipple was red and hard due to the attention that Adam had already given them. She wondered if she could get away with no-one noticing. She convinced herself that anyone she knew could have seen her topless at the beach and that if anyone did see her, she could just say it had fallen out by accident.

Her hopes of not being seen were dashed within the first two steps as three guys walked past her to go to the gents. They all stared at her as she walked past and smiled. She pretended she did not know that her tit was hanging out and smiled back.

“Fucking hell did you see that!!” One of them said.

That gave her confidence. She walked through the bar slowly, smiling at guys as they smiled at her. Then with her heart pounding she saw the table where they were sitting and thought ‘I’ve made it’.

But just then one of her neighbours appeared in front of her with a friend and blocked her path. He said. “Hi Julie, how are you.”

“Fine thanks.” she said. “I’m just out for a drink with Adam, he’s over there.”

She pointed and as she did so her other boob popped out. There she was standing in a bar with both her 36DD’s popped out of the front of her dress. She hoped that her neighbour would say, your boobs are hanging out but instead him and fatih escort his friend kept her talking for fully 5 minutes. Staring at her tits.

Eventually, she said.

“I must go Adam will be wondering where I am.”

When she got back, I told her that I had filmed her walking to the loo and had filmed her walking back. I had capture 3/4’s of her ‘walk of shame’ and the whole of the conversation she had with their neighbour.

As she watched it, she realised how many guys were looking at her as she walked to the loo and how many had moved position to see her more than once on her return. In the five minutes she was chatting with both her boobs hanging out of her dress some guys had walked past three or four times. Some were clearly sporting hard-on’s and had their hands in their pockets!

I had slipped my hand back onto her pussy and she opened her legs to let me get three fingers into her. She was so turned on that I’m sure she would have let me fuck her across the table there and then. Julie was on the far side of me still with my fingers buried in her pussy when our neighbour and his friend appeared at the table. I continued to finger her so she leaned forward and leant her elbows on to the table so that it blocked their view of what was going on under the table.

Our neighbour said. “I want to apologise for not telling you that your boobs had fallen out of your dress. I know it was wrong of me but it was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. Julie has always been a wank fantasy of mine.”

His friend said. “And now you are my number one wank fantasy as well.”

Adam replied. “Don’t worry about it, Julie always goes topless at the beach so it’s no biggie.”

A wicked grin then flashed across his face. They were in a quiet corner of the bar shielded from view. He was going to see how far she would go to get him to let Michael suck his cock and for Adam to dominate him.

“So, Julie is your wank fantasy is she?”

“Oh yes”, he said, “I’m not the only one. All of the guys in the neighbourhood have the hots for Julie. If we see her, it’s the highlight of our day.”

Adam turned to Julie and said. “Why don’t we give them something sexy for them to wank over. Get your phones out guys.”

He then told Julie. “Lay back on the seat, pull your boobs out again, hitch your dress over and open your legs.”

She stared at Adam dumfounded but realised that he was trying to get her to say no so he could get out of their agreement.

She moved to the back of the seat pulled her tits out of her dress, pulled her dress across exposing her bare pussy.

“WOW”, said her neighbour, “you’re not wearing panties.”

“She hardly ever wears panties”, Adam said.

Both of them were now clearly sporting boners as they clicked away with their phones.

“Smile for them Julie.” said Adam.

She smiled as they took picture after picture of her pussy and tits.

Adam then said. “Would you like to video her touching herself.”

They stood open mouth and both said.

“Are you kidding.”

Adam then told Julie “Masturbate, and make yourself cum.”

She fingered herself and started touching her clit as they started to film.

Adam then told her. “Close your eyes.”

Although she was as embarrassed as she could ever be, she was also really turned on at being made to masturbate in front of her neighbour and his friend. She then began to roll her nipples as she alternately fingered her pussy and clit. After five minutes she came, lost in the moment, but trying to stay as quiet as she could, bucking her hips as she brought herself to orgasm. As her orgasm died away, she became aware that the bar had become quiet.

She opened her eyes and saw that dozens of people had crowded around and had watched her bring herself to orgasm, most had filmed it.

Adam asked. “Has everyone got pictures of her.”

Some at the back said they would like some and moved forward. Adam reminded her to smile and to open her legs wider. It was 15 minutes before they finished and she was allowed to close her legs and put her boobs away.

They left the bar and walked home in silence, half way home Julie stopped me and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately saying.

“Up until now the BDSM club was the most exciting thing to have happened to me, but that betters it.”

I smiled and said, “I could see you were enjoying it. You better get used to it since you are now my unconditional sub. Now let’s get you home so I can fuck your arse.”

She had forgotten about that. But Adam obviously hadn’t!

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