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The palace was a hive of activity. La Contessa has returned from her country estate outside Padua to her town palace in Venice for the week. Her palace, overlooking Canale Rigolleto with views of the dome of San Marco, is one of the finest in 18th century Venice. She has announced that she is going to hold a party. Not a grand one, like her famous masquerade balls, but a smaller intimate party for a select group of her confidantes. La Contessa’s parties were renowned throughout Venice as being some one of the most risque and erotic events in the city and for those in that social circle who favoured the sexual and bizarre it was a great privelege to be invited.

I am relatively new to the Contessa’s household and have not yet had the experience of serving at any of her parties. Although only a small gathering the household is busy making preparations. The Contessa is very particular and it is important to her that all of her parties have the right ambience. Everything, the decoration of her salon, the lighting, the food, the music, her dress and that of her servants must be exactly as she desires. The success and reputation of her parties is founded on this attention to detail. She is an exacting mistress and her servants know they will be punished if her every word is not carried out precisely, as I have already found to my cost.

It is approaching the time her guests are due to arrive when I receive an instruction from the head of La Contessa’s household. I am to attend La Contessa herself, in her boudoir, where she is dressing and preparing herself for the party. This is the first time I have been summoned to attend my mistress personally and I am both nervous and curious as to know why I have been called and what tasks La Contessa will expect of me.

When I enter her boudoir La Contessa is sat at her dressing table with her back to the door. She is attended by two servant girls who have been assisting with her dressing. After I have entered the room, she turns in her chair.

“Come over here servant and let me take a closer look at you,” she pronounces with an icy tone of voice.

I move forward and she appraises me quickly with a contemptuous glance.

“You are new to my employment, aren’t you? Are you still innocent of what goes on at my parties?”

“Ma’m, I confess to hearing rumours from other household servants but none of the staff will give any details about your parties,” I reply.

“Good, that is because those who participate are sworn to secrecy on pain of very severe punishment, which I will have no hesitation in administering if I hear that any of the secrets of my parties are divulged. You will do,” she says dismissively. “I have chosen you to be part of the entertainment for my party. Go away and take a bath so that you are fresh and clean for my guests, then return to me in thirty minutes. After you enter my boudoir you will remove your bath robe so that you are naked and then kneel before me. Do you understand slave?”

“Yes M’am,” I reply.

“Good, you are dismissed now.”

As I return to the servant’s quarters to bathe myself I am nervous about what plans La Contessa has for me. The pay for servants in the mistress’s household is very good, but when you are chosen to enter her employment, it is made clear that complete loyalty to La Contessa is required and that you will be expected to serve whatever her will is. I am aware that includes all manner of physical punishment and mental humiliation. Now that I have been asked to serve the Contessa directly I am apprehensive at what she might desire to use me for. I carry out her instructions exactly and bathe myself.

I do not have long to dwell on these thoughts. The half hour goes quickly and it does not seem long before I am tentatively knocking on La Contessa’s boudoir door.

“Enter servant,” she commands.

I enter her room. Her servant girls have now gone and she is alone, still sat at her dressing table, but with her chair turned to face me. I drop my bath robe onto the floor so that I am completely naked, walk towards her and kneel in front of her.

Her voice is severe and uncompromising, “You will be the entertainment for my guests tonight. This is a great privelege for you. I expect complete obedience from you. You will follow any instructions from me or any of my guests exactly. You will not address me or any of my guests unless you are spoken to. To do otherwise will be considered the height of rudeness and will be punished accordingly. You will assume the role of slave and submit to whatever pleases myself or my guests. I trust this is quite clear.”

“Yes, m’am,” I reply in a faltering and nervous voice.

“First, I need to collar you, to show that when in my presence you are no more than a pet. In fact, I treat my dogs with more attention and respect than I would ever do one of my servants.”

She takes a leather collar from her dressing table, puts it around my neck and buckles the collar tightly. Then she takes a lead and xslot attaches it to the collar.

“First, you must be humiliated in front of all the other household staff, so that you, and they, know what your place is. You will walk to heel and follow behind me on all fours.”

La Contessa stands up and walks towards the door, giving the lead a sharp jerk, to make sure that I follow. I immediately get down on my hands and knees and crawl behind her. We go down the corridor to the main staircase of the palace. At the bottom of the stairs all of the household are lined up, ready to serve and attend at the Contessa’s party. I am made to crawl on all fours down the stairs and then past the silent stares of all of the Contessa’s staff who stand on either side forming a corridor of humiliation for me. La Contessa leads me into her salon.

The salon is a large room but much smaller and more intimate than the palace’s ballroom where La Contessa holds her grand masked balls. The salon is decorated ornately in a baroque style with rich colours and gold leaf. Most striking though is La Contessa’s collection of erotic art work from all over the world that adorns the walls. There are tapestries and wall hangings that depict naked Greek Gods and Goddesses in scenes of sexual intimacy. On another wall are sketches from India showing extreme sexual acts of sodomy and fellatio. In alcoves there are sculptures of naked men and women entwined in sexual acts. The whole salon exudes an air of richness and decadence. In the centre of the room is a dais and by its side a large wooden chest with sliver clasps and in front of La Contessa’s throne a bench covered in red leather and suspended by chains. A four piece chamber orchestra is sat in a bay window patiently waiting for La Contessa’s orders to play.

La Contessa mounts the dais and sits imperiously on top of it. She is dressed in a stunning gown of scarlet taffeta and silks. Her corset is pulled tight to expose her ample cleavage. Her dark hair is swept back and decorated with pearls. She wears a golden mask adorned with feathers dyed in green and red. She is beautiful woman with a commanding presence and a tone of voice that implores you to obey her.

I am made to crouch at the foot of the dais, still collared, with my mistress holding the lead.

“My guests may enter now and pay homage to me,” she calls to one of her servants by the door.

La Contessa’s guests enter the salon. It is a small party – there are only eight guests. They are a stunning sight. They are all dressed in cloaks and hoods of crushed velvet in rich dark hues, dark blues, rich reds, purples, indigos and maroons. They are all wearing pure white silk gloves. Lastly, the faces of all the guests are hidden by plain white masks each with a different expression. La Contessa must have given precise instructions as to the dress code for her party and the effect is stunning. The strangest thing is that, dressed as they are in similar loose fitting cloaks and masks, it is impossible to tell which guests are male and which female.

One by one each guest comes forward to La Contessa on her dais. She holds her hand out and the guest is permitted to gently touch her hand with their masked lips.

“Thank you for coming to my party. I hope you will enjoy the entertainment and pleasures that I have laid on for you. Join together in pairs and dance. Let the party begin,” she exclaims.

On that prompt the four musicians start to play. The guests form couples and start to dance around the dais where La Contessa sits and around myself still crouched obediantly at her feet. It is a magical and intoxicating sight as the cloaked figures twirl around me.

Then La Contessa claps her hands. The orchestra stops playing, the couples halt their dance and the pair immediately in front of La Contessa come towards her.

“This servant has just entered my employ and needs to learn the arts of subservience. For this evening he is our entertainment, a toy that we can play with for our own amusement and pleasure. I think this guest needs his or her boots cleaning,” La Contessa says gesturing to one of the figures before her.

“Make yourself useful and kneel before her and use your toungue to lick them clean”.

I nervously crawl forward. The guest hitches up the cloak to reveal a pair of brown ankle boots of soft Italian leather. I stroke my tounge gently up to top edge of the boot, then move back down to work my tounge back up the boot again. Meanwhile the other guests have all gathered round to watch me undertake this demeaning and humiliating task.

The masked guest turns to La Contessa. It is a woman’s voice that rings out.

“Contessa, this is hopeless. I think that if you wish to maintain the hard earned reputation of your parties you must find slaves who can enter into their tasks more thoroughly. I expect my boots to be licked clean more enthusiastically than this.”

La Contessa replies, “You are absolutely right. I cannot xslot Giriş have my guests offended by such dilatory service. Servant, get on all fours and spread your legs whilst you perform this task.” She turns to her other guest and says, “I think he needs some punishment to encourage him. Kick him in the balls whilst he performs this task.”

I feel a crushing blow of leather boot on my balls and gasp in pain.

“Servant, did anyone tell you to stop your task while you were being punished. No, they didn’t did they? Keep cleaning my guest’s boots and don’t stop until you are commanded to.”

This time I work my tounge up the leather harder and faster. I receive another kick in the balls from the other guest. This time, even though the pain is excruciating, I try not to let it distract me from the task at hand. I keep working my tounge up and down the leather boots and every so often receive another kick in the balls from the other guest. This carries on for some time until eventually La Contessa orders me to stop. She turns to her guest.

“Are you satisfied with this service yet?” she asks.

The guest answers, “Yes, I think this will do. After a poor start I think your servant has cleaned my boots quite thoroughly.”

La Contessa leans down from her dais to examine the boots.

“I think you are being very generous. I still think he needs to be punished some more so that next time he realizes he must carry out his tasks with more enthusiasm from the start. Kick him in the balls some more to teach him a lesson.”

At first I feel several gentle blows to my balls from the other guest’s boot. Then, the intensity builds up as the blows get gradually faster and more intense until I am in agony and feel my balls throbbing with every kick.

“That will be enough for now. Change partners and let us have some more dancing.”

On that command the music starts up again and the robed masked figures start their parade around La Contessa and myself again. After some more dancing La Contessa claps her hand and once again the pair of guests in front of her come forward.

“I think that if we are all going to get enjoyment out of this servant he needs to be tied down so he is completely at our mercy.”

A man’s voice replies from behind the mask, “Yes, Contessa, I agree. We like to see our slaves tied down and defenceless so that we can do whatever we like with them. We will perform this task for you so that your servant is prepared for our pleasure for the rest of the evening.”

The two guests hold out a hand each and lift me up from my crouching position at La Contessa’s feet. They lead me over to the red covered bench which is susupended by chains from the ceiling and lay me down upon it, their masked faces leaning over me. Then, they work together to secure me to the bench. The guest that spoke up gestures for me to raise my legs up against the chain. He secures leg spreaders to my ankle and chains and locks me to the hanging chain. At the same time the other guest is chaining and locking my arms down into place against the bench. Finally, together, they pull ropes through hooks on the side of the bench and tie me tightly with soft ropes. Now I am no longer able to move and I know that I am at the complete mercy of La Contessa and her guests.

“Excellent. Now that my servant is prepared, change partners, and let us have another dance.”

The sound of the violins and cello swell up around me. Once again the velvet cloaked bodies swirl around the room, sometimes so close to where I am tied that I can feel the lightest brush of the soft material against me. The same ritual is repeated with La Contessa clapping her hands and two guest coming forward whilst the others gather around the bench to watch proceedings.

La Contessa speaks again, “Now my servant must pass through the trial of fire and ice.”

A female voice calls out, “I will administer the ice Contessa,” and then a male voice echoes, “And I will adminster the fire.”

One of the guests moves forward. She is carrying a small pouch out of which she takes out a handful of crushed ice into her silk gloved hands. She holds the handful of ice against my cock. At first I am startled as I feel the intense cold sensation against such a sensitive part of my body. But, she continues to press the pack of ice hard against my cock and the feeling increasingly becomes one of burning. I squirm and moan as the intensity of the pain builds up. I hear La Contessa and then her guests, who are all watching my humiliation intently, start to laugh at me. Just as the guest with the female voice withdraws, the guest with the male voice approaches holding a a thick candle in an ornate candelabra.

“This should be amusing for us all,” he says. “Let us see how he squirms when the hot wax touches his ice cold prick.”

La Contessa leans forward, “don’t hold back, hold the candle close to his cock so the heat of the wax is at its most intense.”

The xslot Güncel Giriş candle is held over me, so close that I can feel the heat of the flame against my skin and then the hot molten liquid is poured onto the tip of cock. This time I let out not just a moan but a squeal of surprise and pain as the shock of the heat on my cold penis hits me and then the heat of the molten wax penetrates me in waves, a feeling that is both painful but also deliciously exhilerating all at the same time. Then I get another shock. I had been concentrating on the attention being given to my cock but suddenly I feel the icy silken hand of the female guest press ice against my nipples. The two guests work together alternating the ice and hot wax on these most sensitive parts of my body.

“There’s nothing quite like seeing a slave squirm with pain and discomfort that has been inflicted by his mistress,” one female guest laughs.

A male voice replies, “he almost looks as those he’s enjoying it now he’s got used to the sensations”.

At that, La Contessa immediately intervenes.

“I can’t have that. He’s not here to receive pleasure, he is here to entertain me and my party guests. Anyway we need to get the wax off now.”

La Contessa reaches into her box and pulls out two whips and passes them to another two of her guests.

“Hit him hard on his cock and balls and nipples until all the hardened wax has been whipped off.”

The two guests set about me, one whipping me on the cock and balls, the other on my already sensitive nipples. I scream out in pain.

“We can’t have that noise disturbing our fun, I think you ought to shut him up Contessa,” says one of her guests.

“Yes,” she replies, “it is for servants to suffer their punishments in quiet dignity not to disturb our peace and draw attention to themselves.”

La Contessa herself pulls another object out of her box and steps down from her dais. She dangles the object in front of my eyes and smiles cruelly down at me. It is a ball gag, with a ball made in leather and a leather strap. She lifts my head and tells me to open wide, puts the ball in my mouth and then fastens the strap behind my head. The ball fills my mouth so that the only sound I can summon is a muffled grunt.

“That’s better, now you can carrying on whipping him without any disturbance.”

The two guests continue their whipping, the strokes getting harder and more frequent. There is no protest or complaint that I can make, I am completely under their and La Contessa’s control and have to accept the punishment given to me.

Eventually, all of the wax has been whipped off and my nipples, cock and balls are red and throbbing with the pain of the punishment administered to them.

“Stop now, choose another partner, and we will do some more dancing,” La Contessa anounces.

The guests pair up again and start to dance a stately serenade around the salon in time to the chamber music. My head is spinning with the intensity of the experience whilst the cloaked and masked bodies dance gracefully around me.

La Contessa claps her hands again, another two of her guests step forward.

“Now, let us prepare this slave for a test of his endurance before we go for the feast that has been prepared for you all.”

La Contessa hands out more objects to her guests.

“I am sure you know what to do with these,” she says.

“Yes, Contessa,” says a female voice.

“Yes, Contessa,” echoes a male voice, “we will make him suffer with these for your and our amusement.”

The male slave starts to tie my cock and balls up tightly. At the same time the female slave puts some clamps on my nipples, nipples that are already sore from ice, hot wax and a whip. The pain is intense, but I can make no response, I am completely at her mercy. When the clamps are secured she squeezes them tightly between her fingers. My body jerks, straining against my restraints. The pain is excruciating.

“I think that hurt a little bit,” the guest laughs and the laughs are echoed across the salon.

The male guest has the thin rope strapped tightly around my balls and cock and now he is threading it through a pulley that is above the bench. He pulls the ropes hard and then ties a lead weight onto the end of them so that my cock and balls are pulled up erect and stretched. The female guest has done something similar at the other end of my body, so that the nipple clamps are being pulled by another lead weight. Then, to finish off, another guest starts to apply pegs onto my stretched cock and balls. The pain is intense. Yet, because I know there is no way out of my predicament, I try to endure the punishment and humiliation.

La Contessa stands up and steps down from her dais. She approaches me and then announces to her guests.

“Now it is time for feasting. Whilst this miserable slave will be left to suffer we will remove to my dining room. Whilst we are drinking fine wine and eating a splendid feast that I have laid on for you, this worthless servant will be left in isolation until we return, fed and refreshed, to take him to new levels of pain and humiliation.”

At this La Contessa strides towards the door of the salon with her guests following.

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(As a number of astute readers have pointed out, the names of my characters in the original version of this story got mixed up. This version corrects that.)

The party was getting boring and I was getting tired. It was almost 11:00 p.m. I started to move toward the door when I noticed, for the first time, a lady dressed in an inviting black skirt and sheer white blouse that revealed a pretty white-laced bra beneath. I caught her eye and, surprisingly, she smiled at me. I think I blushed.

Moving toward her, past a few revelers, I got a closer look. She was stunning. A clear, milky-white complexion. Long auburn hair. Deep blue eyes. An engaging smile. Perfect teeth. A cute pug nose. She was holding a glass of red wine.

“Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met,” I said. “I’m David…”

“David Reynolds,” she interrupted.

I was startled. “How do you know my name?”

“I asked someone,” she replied with a coy smile. “I’m Sarah. Sarah Haney.”

“Well, I’m please to meet you, Sarah.”

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Reynolds.”

I wondered why she didn’t address me by my first name, but there was something quite pleasing about her formality. We spent the next half hour finding out about each other. She was an attorney, apparently well-to-do. Soft spoken. She liked to laugh. When she talked to me, her eyes seemed to go through mine. She had a habit I especially liked— she lightly touched my arm from time to time to make a point.

When she finished her glass of wine I asked her if I could get her another. “I’d prefer a martini,” she said.

“On the rocks?”

“I prefer to make my own,” she replied.

“I’ll be glad to help you.”

“I should hope so,” she laughed. “Would you be kind enough to go upstairs and get my coat?”

I looked at her with a bewildered look. “I thought you wanted a martini.”

“I do. But I have the perfect ingredients at my residence, Mr. Reynolds.”

I was stunned. There was no doubt about what she meant. “I… I thought you said you were married.”

She laughed again. “I am. Is there anything wrong with a drink between friends?”

It was my turn to smile broadly. “No, of course not.”

“My coat is the half-length black leather coat in the closet near the front door.”

I retrieved her coat and helped her into it. The leather was unbelievably supple. “Thank you,” she said. “You are a gentleman, Mr. Reynolds. I am driving the white Maxima out front. Why don’t you follow me.”

She led the way. It was my first real opportunity to steal a glance at her legs. They were perfect, like the rest of her. Long and sleek. I wondered if I would get a chance to see more of them later.”

Her house was a dream. Tastefully decorated. Well maintained. She threw her coat over a chair near the door as I followed her in. I placed mine on top of it.

“The bar is in the rec room downstairs, Mr. Reynolds.”

I followed her again. Her exquisite ass strained against the tight black skirt. She had to have known I was looking at it.

The rec room was just as beautiful as the rest of the house, occupying the entire basement. A pool table with a bright green cover over it was in the middle of the room. The bar was stacked with a wide variety of liquors.

“May I get you something, Mr. Reynolds?”

“I’ll have what you are having, Sarah.”

“I make a really mean martini,” she laughed. “How do you like yours?”

“On the rocks, with a lemon twist.”

I watched her make two drinks. Hers was straight up, with an olive. She handed me mine and moved to a tan leather sofa. Politely, I waited for her to be seated. She crossed her legs demurely. I sat next to her.

“I guess your husband is not at home,” I said, somewhat nervously.

She laughed, obviously aware of my nervousness. “He’s away on a month-long business trip to Singapore. He just left yesterday.”

We chatted for at least an hour. Her seemingly innocuous touches continued throughout the conversation, sometimes on my forearm, sometimes on my thigh. I was growing more and more enamored with her as the evening wore on. Just as I was wondering if I should make a move, she shifted her body toward me and brought her face closer to mine. “You have very informative eyes,” she said. “I can tell a lot about a man from his eyes.”

Suddenly she leaned forward and kissed me, her hand moving stealthily to the back of my head. The kiss, light at first, kindled into passion. When her tongue sought mine, I thought I was in heaven. My erection was instantaneous. When she broke the kiss, she looked down at the obvious bulge in my pants.

I blushed.

“We’ve awakened a sleeping giant, I see.”

“I don’t know about the ‘giant’ part,” I said. “But it sure isn’t sleeping.”

She laughed. “I am glad to see you are easily aroused. I like that in a man.”

I couldn’t believe my good fortune. I was already picturing her naked body in a satin- covered bed.

“I didn’t bring you home, Mr. Reynolds, merely for drinks and conversation.”

I smiled. “You xslot had an ulterior motive?” I asked coyly.

“Exactly. Stand up in front of me.” Her words were more like a order from a drill sergeant than a sexy request, but I complied. “Lower your zipper,” she commanded.

Her eyes were glued to my crotch as I pulled the zipper down.

“Take your cock out, Mr. Reynolds.”

I reached inside and somehow managed to disengage my penis from inside my underpants, allowing my erection to poke skyward from the “V” of my lowered fly.

“Move your hand out of the way. Give me a better look.”

I moved my hand away from the front of my pants. I felt foolish standing there with a solid-gold erection in front of a woman I hardly knew, but was beginning to fall for in a big (no pun intended) way. She stared at my cock for at least a minute, studying it like a child with a schoolbook. I waited for her to reach out and touch it.

“Masturbate.”

I looked at her dumbfoundedly. “What?” I asked incredulously.

“Make it come for me,” she said in that same commanding voice.

This was insane. “I… I…”

“Sorry. You are taking too long, Mr. Reynolds. Let me show you to the door.”

She arose from the sofa, being careful when she uncrossed her legs not to give me too much of a glimpse between them.

“I don’t understand,” I said, already feeling a deep sense of disappointment.

“It’s very simple, Mr. Reynolds. I do not permit hesitation when I ask someone to do something. You may put that thing back in your pants and get your coat.”

Her tone was obvious. I eased my now half-hard erection into my pants and zippered back up. Retrieving my coat from the chair, she showed me to the door.

I turned toward her as I left. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I would like to see you again. Please.”

The look on her face was cold as ice. “I doubt that that will ever happen, Mr. Reynolds. Good evening.”

The sound of the door closing behind me hurt terribly. I went home and hardly slept. I had become infatuated with this beautiful woman. The next morning, a Saturday, I looked up her telephone number in the phone book. Thankfully it was not unlisted. Her sexy voice was on an answering machine.

“Sarah. This is David. If you are there, please pick up.”

Silence.

“Sarah, please call me. 344-5428.”

A day went by. No call. I called again on Sunday. Answering machine again. I left the same message with one difference—the “please” was more like a pleading.

Still no return phone call. I guess I gave up and realized this dream of a woman would never be in my arms.

Just after dinner on the following Saturday, my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Reynolds?”

“Yes! Sarah???”

“I think you are worth one more chance. There was potential there.”

“I am sorry if I offended you,” I blurted.

“You didn’t offend me at all, Mr. Reynolds. You disobeyed me. If you can follow simple commands, then you are welcome to drop this evening.”

“I… I’ll do anything.”

“I know you will. That’s why I am inviting you over. BUT—if you even hesitate for a brief second when I ask you to do something, the evening will be over immediately. Is that understood?”

Domineering was too light a word for this woman, but I was so drawn to her that I readily agreed.

I knocked on her door and it was opened by a maid dressed in a typical maid’s uniform, black with a white apron. I was surprised to see the maid. She was quite pretty, perhaps 24 or 25 years old.

“You are Mr. Reynolds?” she asked in a soft voice.

“Yes.”

“Mrs. Haney is downstairs. I will show you to her.”

I followed the maid to the recreation room that I had failed Sarah in. She was sitting on the same sofa, dressed this time in a totally black, form-fitting dress that almost took my breath away. She seemed more beautiful than I remembered her. “Thank you, Pricilla,” she said.

Pricilla turned and went back upstairs. Sarah smiled. “Welcome back, Mr. Reynolds. I trust we can come to better terms on your return trip.”

I felt that familiar blush. “I hope so.”

“Mr. Reynolds, you were dismissed last week because you felt a need to disobey me. You must understand that when I ask you to do something… anything… anything at all, it will be done without question, without hesitation. The second I feel you are incapable of that requirement, you will be asked to leave again. Only this time, you will never be invited to return. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now come closer to me.”

I moved toward her. She was like a magnet. I was drawn to her in a way I had never been drawn to any woman. Had she cast some kind of spell on me? It was almost uncanny.

Suddenly she stared at my crotch. “Take it out again,” she said in a firm voice.

My mind raced for a fleeting moment, wondering why she would do this with her maid in another room. As I lowered my fly, I looked at her and said, “It’s not hard yet, Sarah.”

“That xslot Giriş is fine. I like to watch a cock get hard. I am sure we can achieve that state in just a few moments. And, Mr. Reynolds, until you are told otherwise, you are to address me as ‘Mistress.'”

“Yes, Mistress.” What the hell had I gotten myself into?

I took my penis out. She watched as it hung limply. “You have a gorgeous cock, Mr. Reynolds. I saw the ‘after’ last week, and I like the ‘before’ just as well.” She stared at it while my face turned a thousand shades of red.

“You may make it hard now, Mr. Reynolds.” I reached down and slowly stroked myself into an erection. It was surprisingly easy. I stood in front of her, stroking myself, while she watched intently. “Very nice,” she almost cooed. “I like your cock very much. I think we can find some interesting things to do with it.”

I was hoping she would.

“Bring it closer and take your hand away.”

I stepped toward her as she leaned forward, my penis only inches from her face. Suddenly she reached inside my pants and gathered my testicles. Gently, she extracted them from the confines of my underpants and drew them outside into the night air. Her touch was electric and my cock gained in stature.

“There is way too much hair on your balls, Mr. Reynolds. We will have to shave them, sooner than later.”

I gulped. “Yes, Mistress.”

She grasped my cock and squeezed it, lightly at first, and then quite firmly. Almost too tightly. Bit I endured, taking a deep breath. She ran her thumb alongside the urethra, pressing inward and upward, forcing clear pre-cum to emerge. “Very nice texture,” she said in a voice soft as silk. “Except for the balls, I think everything is quite in order.”

I wanted to thank her, but thought the better of it. She began to stroke me lightly for a few moments and I cocked my head back to enjoy the feeling. I could feel the urge building inside me.

“One of my rules, Mr. Reynolds, is that you are not permitted to cum unless I give you permission. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Have you ever been whipped?” she asked out of the blue.

The word “whipped” buzzed around my head for a moment like a bee in a bottle. I bit my lower lip. “No, ma’am.”

“You shall be, of course. Turn around and let me examine the target area.” She released my cock and I turned away from her. “Drop your pants down,” she ordered.

I opened my belt, undid the button, and let my pants drop to a circle around my feet.

“The underpants too.” The underpants followed. “Now bend over, hands on your knees.”

As I bent over, she pushed my shirt half way up my back to give herself an unobstructed view of my naked ass. I felt her eyes on me, yet, despite the obvious embarrassment, I somehow liked the feeling of being under this woman’s power. I felt her fingertips search the surface of my skin and then, without warning, she used her two thumbs to pry the cheeks apart, exposing my most private of places.

“Mmmmm. Very nice anus, too. Very fuckable.”

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I had never thought of my ass as “fuckable.”

“The first evening, Mr. Reynolds, is always the easiest. Kind of a test to determine your predisposition to events that will follow. If you have potential for growth, then I am sure we will have many pleasant evenings together.” Still prying my ass cheeks apart, she ran the nail of her index finger across my anus. It actually felt good. Surprisingly good. “But, as I said, the hairs on your genitals must be removed. Priscilla will take care of that in a few moments and then prepare you.”

Holy shit! The maid shaving me???? And what was I going to be “prepared” for?

I could have stopped the proceedings right then and there. Before meeting Sarah I would have never let things get even this far. But her spell was far too deep to resist.

Suddenly she called Priscilla. Here I was, my backside exposed to the wind, and a maid I had barely met was standing next to me. “Yes, Mistress?”

So she called her “Mistress” too.

“Mr. Reynolds requires his genitals to be shaved. When you are done, bring him to the Pleasure Room and prepare him for a little whipping.”

“At your service, Ma’am. Mr. Reynolds, please follow me.”

I pulled up my clothes and followed Priscilla to a rather large, beautifully tiled bathroom. The bathroom was big enough to accommodate an eight-foot table that had bath towels laying across it.

“You will get completely undressed and lie down on the table,” said the maid in a soft- spoken yet firm voice.

“Completely?” I asked.

She didn’t answer me. Her stern look was all that was necessary. And I didn’t want word to get back to Sarah that I had hesitated even in the slightest. So I disrobed down to my birthday suit, my cock now limp as a noodle, and eased my back onto the table. Priscilla seemed unaware of my predicament, moving about the bathroom, basically ignoring me. I closed my eyes and thought deeply xslot Güncel Giriş about how far this all would go. I opened my eyes once more when I felt the maid’s hands on my balls.

“I am going to lather you up a little,” she said, half-whispering. “Please don’t move.”

When I saw the straight-edged razor in her hand, I knew I dare not move. Nonchalantly, she coated my testicles with a thick lather of shaving cream. It was quite cold to the touch and I felt my cock shrivel slightly at the first touch. She then lathered the area around the base of cock. I closed my eyes at the first touch of the blade to my privates. I was leaving my most worldly possessions in the hopefully capable hands of a young maid.

I felt the blade contact the sensitive surface of the testicles. I gripped my hands tightly. “Relax, Mr. Reynolds, I have done this many times before.” Somehow I assumed she had. As she removed the hairs around my balls, she applied more lather and soothingly warm water as needed to accomplish her mission. The rest of my pubic hairs were next. I was almost petrified, but kept perfectly still. Amazingly, I came through the procedure unscathed. Thank goodness!

Priscilla dried me with a soft cotton towel. Her touch urged my manhood slightly, but I maintained my dignity long enough for her to help me from the table. “Come with me, please,” she said politely.

“My clothes?” “You won’t be needing them where you are going, Mr. Reynolds. Not for the rest of the evening anyway.”

Totally naked, my cock swinging freely, I walked next to Priscilla to a room at the far end of the corridor. She used a key to open the door, then held it for me to enter. There was only one item of furniture in the room, if you could call it furniture. A black sawhorse with a thick red velvet pad on top of the cross-bar. And leather cuffs at the bottom of each of the four legs. All of a sudden I had an idea of what being “prepared” meant.

“You will lean over the sawhorse, Mr. Reynolds,” said Priscilla, “your tummy on top of the cushion.”

With more than a little trepidation I moved across the thick carpet to the ominous-looking contraption that stood in the center of the room. Hardly had I bent over it when the maid moved to kneel behind me. Quickly she pulled my left leg to the side and affixed the leather cuff around it, tightening it just enough to cause a slight discomfort. She moved to the other side and did the same. I could only imagine the view she was getting with my legs spread wide and my genitals swinging in the breeze. Before I knew it, my wrists were shackled to the front of the sawhorse. For good measure, she drew a strap from one end of the sawhorse to the other, pulling it tightly over my back, ensuring my movements were all but impossible. Before she left, she placed a blindfold over my eyes so I was left in almost total darkness.

In an instant, Priscilla was gone, leaving me naked and alone. Purposefully, Sarah left me naked and alone like this to ponder my fate. I knew I was about to be whipped for the first time in my life, but I had no idea what else might be in store for me. As the minutes passed, the more worried I became.

Finally, the door opened. I had no idea if it was Priscilla or Sarah who moved behind me. Whoever it was moved so quietly I could hardly hear movement. I strained to listen in the darkness. Then, without warning, I heard a slight whistling sound, followed by a loud crack of leather against flesh. Her leather. My flesh. I felt a searing, burning pain across my backside and cried out. My voice reverberated throughout the room.

“My dear Mr. Reynolds,” came the voice through the pain. It was Sarah. Wickedly beautiful Sarah who was also wickedly painful Sarah. “If you are going to be a baby about this we are going to have to gag you. Please try to be a bit more quiet.”

I braced myself for the next stroke. Instead, I felt a few light taps from the tip of whatever she was using. Then she reached back. I braced again, clenching my ass cheeks tightly.

“The more you clench like that, Mr. Reynolds, the more it will hurt. You will need to learn to relax and accept. Easy for her to say. And the second I relaxed she wailed into me with a second stroke that must have left a huge gash. It didn’t, of course, but it sure felt like it. My ass was literally on fire from just two measures of her merciless whip.

“He is taking it better than I thought, but he has so much to learn,” said Sarah.

“He is streaking nicely already,” said a second softer voice. Priscilla. Watching this show!

“His balls look very nice. You did a fine job, Priscilla.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Would you be kind enough to tease them for me?”

“Gladly, ma’am.”

A small hand on my newly-shaved testicles, weighing the sack in her palm. Gently massaging them. Pushing them and watching them sway to and fro between my well spread legs. Suddenly she grabbed them, squeezing them tightly, pulling them sharply down. I winced, then cried out again from the pain. This was more than “teasing,” at least in my book. When she cruelly twisted my beleaguered sack while applying way too much pressure, I cried out even more loudly than I had the first time.

“He didn’t listen very well about making noise, did he?” asked an obviously annoyed Sarah.

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olgun sevgilim ve havuz temizlikçileri
Geçen yaz sevgilimle (Filiz) tatil için İspanyaya gittik. Sevgilim 45 yaşında ama dipdiridir. 1.55 boyunda 65 kilo balık etli iri memeli ve bakımlıdır. Onunla rahat etmek için de özel bir mekan kiraladık. Mekan bahçesinde özel havuzu olan ufak tek katlı bir evdi. Evin sahibi havuzun çarşamba günü temizleneceğini söylemişti. Bu nedenle biz de herzamanki gibi günün tadını çıkartıyorduk. Sevgilim yakın çevremizdeki evlerden görünmediği için havuza minicik bikinisi ile yüzüyordu. Havuzdan çıkmış şezlonga uzunmıştı. Islak bikini vücuduna yapışmış açık mavi bikinizinden büyük meme uçları ve alttada amı belli oluyordu. Ben alışveriş için bir iki hazırlık yapmak üzere eve girdim. Kendisine 2 saat sonra döneceğimi söyledim. Evi terk etmeden üst kattan ona bakıyordum. O sırada bahçe çitinin yanında onu seyreden iki kişiyi fark ettim. Ellerinde temizlik aletleri ile gelen iki genç ona bakıp konuşup gülüyorlardı. Ben sevgilimin beğenilmesinden hep heyecanlanan biri olarak onları izlemeye başladım. Bir süre sonra bahçeden içeriye girdiler. Filiz şaşırıp onlara neler olduğunu sordu ve sonra telefonla beni aradı nerdesin dedi. Ben de çarşıdayım sanırım yanlış anlaşma oldu bugün geldiler dedim. Oda tamam dedi. temizlikçilerle kısa bir süre konuştu ve güneşlenmeye devam etti. ben olanları yukarıdan izliyordum. biri 20 diğeri en fazla 25 yaşlarında olan temizlikçiler sevgilime bakıp işaretleşmeye devam ediyorlardı. biri diğerine memelerinin büyüklüğünü işaret edip duruyordu. bu sırada Filizde şezlongunda doğrulmuş onlara bakıyordu. temizlikçilerden biri havuzun içine girmek için pantlonunu çıkarttı suya daldı.çıktığında slip mayosunun önündeki kabarıklık uzaktan bile görünüyordu. genelde utangaç olan Filizin rahat davranışlarına bir anlam veremiyordum ama olanları yukarıdan seyretmek de hoşuma gidiyordu. tekrar telefonum çaldı arayan sevgilimdi ve nerede olduğumu sordu. ben de dönmeme daha en az 1 saat var dedim. telefonu kapatıp alt kata girdi yukarı çıkacak diye ödüm koptu ama o alt katta tuvalette mayosunu değşip tekrar dışarıya çıktı. bu kez ona fantazi olsun diye aldığım mikro bikiniyi giymişti. üstü memelerinin yarısını bile kapatmıyordu ve biraz kaysa uçları görünecek gibi dışarı fırlıyordu. altı ise tangaydı ve götünün iki tarafını açıkta bırakıyordu. tekrar yerine gitmeden duşun altına girdi ve kendini ıslattı. zaten yarısından fazla açık olan memeleri bikini ıslanınca iyice görünür olmuştu hatta bir memesinin ucu dışarı çıkmak üzereydi. o şekilde gelip şezlonga oturdu. bacak bacak üstüne atıp temizlikçilere bakıyordu. tam o sırada ona yakın duran temizlikçi mayosunu işaret etti. dışarı çıkmak üzere olan meme ucunu parmağı ile işaret etti. Filizde gülüp kapatır gibi yaptı. ikisi de neden kapattın der gibi güldüler ve övücü sözler söylediler. sevgilim hala çok rahat görünüyordu. bu sırada radyoda çalan bir parçayla temizlikçi dans hareketleri yapmaya başladı. tempo tuttuğunu görünce yanına gidip elini uzattı ve onu dansa kaldırdı. bir an dans gereği Filiz ona arkasını dönünce belinden tutup kendine doğru çekti ve mayosundan dışarı fırlamak üzere olan sikini götüne dayadı. ben artık tokadı yer dye düşünürken Filiz tepki göstermeden dans etmeye devam ediyordu. Bu sırada ikinci temizlikçide yanlarına gelmiş onlarla beraber dans figürleri yapıyordu. Genç olan temizlikçi bir kez daha Filizi kendine doğru çekti ve bu kez eliyle kalçalarına dokundu. Filiz geri çekilmek yerine dansa devam edince diğer temizlikçide ona yanaştı ellerinden tutup yularıya kaldırdı. Bu sırada diğeri filizin belini kavramıştı ellerini yukarı doğru çıkartıp omuzlaına indiriyor arada göğsüne doğru iniyordu. bu şekilde dans etmeye devam ederken yüzü filize dönük olan iyice ona yanaştı ve sevgilimde ses etmeyince ikisinin arasında boşluk kalmayacak şekilde dans ediyordu. Filiz aralarında döndü ve mayolu olana yüzünü diğerine ise götünü çevirdi. filiz görmesede arkasında kalan sikini sıvazlıyordu daha sonra ellerini kalçasına koyup sıkmaya başladı diğeri ise ellerini memelerine koydu.bu arada arkadaki bikini altının iplerini çözdü ve dansın da etkisi ile filizin mayosunun altı düşüverdi. diğeride hılza bikiniyi yukarı sıyırdı. sevgilim birkaç saniye içinde iki yabancının arasında çırılçıplak kalmıştı. temizlikçiler de filizi havuzun kenarındaki çimlere yatırdılar. genç olan mayosundan sikini çıkarttı. uzaktan görebildiğim kadarıyla normal bir aleti vardı. diğeri pantlonunu indirince aletinin çok kalın olduğunu gördüm. fazla uzun olmasa da filiz eliyle çevresini kavrayamıyordu. deli gibi memelerini amını yalamaya başladılar. daha sonra filiz kalın olanı emmeyi denedi ama kalın yarrak ufacık ağzından içeri girmedi. bu sırada diğeri yere uzandı ve filizi kucağına oturtup sikmeye başladı. filiz eliyle kalın olanla oynamaya devam ediyordu. altındaki yerden kalkınca kalın filiz çömelip kalın olana doğru domaldı ve adam arkasına geçip yarrağı tek seferde dibine kadar gömdü. filiz önce acıyla bağırdı birkaç kez çıkmasını istedi ama adam belinden tutup pompalamaya devam etti ve kısa süre sonra filiz artık zevkten inler hale gelmişti. yakşalık yarım saat kadar değişe değişe siktikten sonra filizi kalın yarrağın üstüne oturttular. diğeri arkaya geçtiğinde ben niyetlerini anlamıştım ama daha önce bunu yaşamadığı için filiz tahmin edememişti. kalın yarrak amındayken diğeri de önce yalayarak göt deliğini açtı ve sonra arkasına geçip yarrağını götüne soktu. ben de daha önce çok sikmiştim götünü ama iki yarrak aynı anda ilk kez oluyordu. bir süre sonra hem adamlar hem filiz zevkten dellirmişçesine boşaldılar. genç olan hızla duş alıken kalın yarraklı filizi kucağına alıp bir kere daha sikti ve boşalırken yarrağı çıkartıp memelerinin üzerine akıttı. sonra da toparlanıp gittiler. ben bir süre sonra yeni gelmş gibi yapıp havuz kenarına gittim. filiz deli gibi dudaklarıma yapışıp öpmeye başladı ve beni soyup yarramı emip kaldırdı. şezlonga oturttu ve yarrağımın üstüne oturup bana memelerini emdirerek tam 3 kere orgazm oldu. tatil boyunca her gün deli gibi sevişmeye devam ettik, ben ne yaptıysam ona bunu anlattıramadım tatil sonuna kadar. ama geçen hafta evde sevişirken herşeyi anlattı ve çok tahrik oldu. bense ona o gün herşeyi izlediğimi söylemedim hala 🙂

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Zorla Üçlüye Üçüncü Yaptılar

Üzerinde çalışılmış alıntı.
Bir şirkette yönetici olarak çalışıyordum. Birimlerden biri kapanmıştı ve bu birimin çalışanlarından bazılarıyla tekrar görüşme yapacaktım. İlgimi çeken biri vardı. Kendisiyle ilk göz göze gelişimizde işten anlıyor olsun ya da olmasın onu zaten işe almaya karar vermiştim, elimde değildi.
Bekârdı, yalnızdı ama ben evliydim yani ilişkimiz işle sınırlı kalmıştı. Sonra onu karımla tanıştırdım ve işler filizlenmeye başladı. Arkadaşlığımız yavaş yavaş şekilleniyordu. Birlikte işten sonra ufak yürüyüşler, gezintiler yapmaya başladık, ilişkimizin büyüyeceği karımın aklına bile gelmiyordu.
Birkaç hafta içinde Eylül’ün en iyi arkadaşı olmuştum, açık saçık şakalar yapıyor ufaktan yol hazırlıyordum kendime. Orospu, kendisini istediğimi zaten bildiğinden beni yokluyor ama bir sonraki aşamaya geçmeme bir türlü izin vermiyordu. Sevgilisi olmadığından azdığı vakitlerde yaptığı mastürbasyonları anlatıyordu.
Bazen dışarı çıkıyor, alışveriş yapıyor sonra da öğle arasında benim ofise girip kapıyı kitledikten sonra gömleğini yukarı kaldırıp yeni aldığı sütyeninin güzel olup olmadığını soruyordu. Pantolonunun fermuarını çözüp kenara atıyor, tangasını gösteriyordu. Ben de eğer onun erkek arkadaşı olsaydım çok beğeneceğimi söylüyordum. Ama biraz zorlarsam işi bozarım diye korkuyordum.
Millet de tabii iş bahanesiyle yaklaşmaya çalışıyordu ama o başka birine en ufak bir şey düşündürecek kadar yaklaşıp, konuşmuyordu. E ben de işi berbat ederim diye düşündüğümden icraata geçemiyorum elde var sıfır. Ama benimle böyle oynamasından da deli keyif alıyordum. Onun yüzünden her gün hangi giydiği daha çok yakışmıştı diye düşünüp gülüyordum kendi kendime. Karım ne zaman baksam uyuduğundan yaptığım tek icraat Eylül’ü düşünerek mastürbasyon yapmaktı.
Derken Eylül tanışmamızdan bir iki ay sonra evlendi, beklenmeyen son. Kocasıyla bir iki kere halı saha maçı yaptık arada bir de misafirliğe gidip geliyoruz işte. Eylül’ün bu yaptıklarını biliyor mudur bilmiyorum.
Neyse, bu hafta telefondan muhabbet ederken konu futbola geldi, karşılıklı laf sokmalar sonunda iddialaşmaya vardı. Onu yaparsın bunu yapamazsın derken sonunda, “Kaybeden diğerinin altına yatar.” dedim. Gülerek “Kabul.” dedi. Herhalde oturmasam başım dönerdi de düşerdim. Böyle bir şeye iddiasına girdiğine inanamadım. Her türlü kazanacaktım. Yumuşacık dudaklarının sikimin etrafını sarıp da yalamaya başladığı anı düşününce bi garip oldum ya da kaymak gibi amını yalayarak onu defalarca boşalttığımı. Sikim taş gibi oldu.
Futbolla da çok içli dışlı değilim. Arada halı saha yapsak da maç falan izlemem. Ama Pazar günü oynanacak olan maçı satın alıp izlemeye karar verdim boru mu iddiasına girdik. Önce amını yalaya yalaya yalvartıp sikim taş gibi olana kadar bekleyecektim sonra sokup sokup çıkartacaktım. Düşüncesi bile bi başkaydı.
Akşam oldu karımla birlikte televizyonun başına oturduk. Gündüzden içmeye başladığımdan akşama kafa kalmamıştı. Neyse maç başladı hiçbir şey hatırlamıyorum da bi ara goool diye bağırdığım aklımda kalmış, keyiflenmiştim. Şimdi yemezlerse bi tane iş bitti diye düşünürken gözlerimi kısıp baktığımda öbür takımın attığını anladım. Gerçi kafa gidik olduğundan çok da idrak edemedim meseleyi. İddiayı kaybetsek ne olur Eylül’ün altına yatıp da amını yalamak kötü mü diye kendi kendime gülmeye başladım.
Pazartesi olduğunda karım evden gidene kadar bekledim ki telefonda bir şey duymasın. Eylül’ün evi aradım zaten kocası da işe gitmişti o saatte.
Tabii arar aramaz gülmeye başladı “Senin takım yattı. Şimdi de sen yatacaksın ben zevkine bakacağım. Beni sikmeyi hayal etmiştin sanırım bilmiyorum belki o da olur.” dedi.
Donup kaldım. İddiadan cayacağını düşünüyordum ama harbi harbi olacak diyordu. Yalarız da ne olacak! Ahahah keyiflenmiştim.
“Perşembe günü saat 2’de benim eve gelirsin, kocam olmayacak.” dedi.
Perşembe günü saat 2’de tabii oradaydım. Zile bastım, hayatımın en şanslı günündeydim. Eylül siyah bir sütyen ve g-stringle açtı kapıyı. Daha önce de onu böyle görmüştüm ama dolgulu olanlardan kullanıyordu göğüslerini daha büyük göstermek için. Şimdiyse kalkmış meme uçlarını görebiliyordum. Amında tek bir tüy görünmüyordu. İçeri davet edip yatak odasına kadar onu takip etmemi istedi. O kırıta kırıta yürürken kalçalarına kitlenip kalmıştım. Daha önce onu böyle görmemiştim ama nasıl olacağını hayal etmiştim. Elim, taş gibi olmuş sikimin üzerinde onu yatak odasına kadar izledim.
Yatak odasına geldiğinde soyunmamı istedi. Çabucak bütün elbiselerimi çıkarttım ve bana tıpkı benim ona yaptığım gibi yukarıdan aşağıya baktı. Onu bilmiyorum ama ben o kadar azmıştım ki neredeyse oraya boşalacaktım.
Gülümsedi ve “Bu kadar şişmişken beni sikmene izin vereyim mi bilemedim.” dedi. “Senin için problem yoksa ben de soyunmadan önce seni dizginlemem gerekiyor ki altıma yatabilesin. Sen böyle kalkmışken sana güvenmiyorum. Eğer istemiyorsan giyinip gidebilirsin.”
Kabul ettim ve iplerini çıkarttı, bağlayacaktı, daha da heyecanlanmaya başladım. Birkaç gün önce de konuşmuştuk bunu.
“Beni tekmeleyeceksen şuraya sürükle, sonra istediğin kadar dinlen ve oynamaya devam et.” dedim.
“Bunu söyleyeceğini düşündüğümden kelepçe de getirdim arkanı dönüp ellerini uzat.” dedi.
Söylediği gibi yaptım ve Eylül ellerimi kelepçeledi. Sonra iplerle dirseklerimi bağladı, rahatsızdı ama çok da acıtmıyordu. Sonra gözlerimi bağladı, amını yalayıp yutarken onu göremeyecektim. Tam göz bandı istemediğimi söylemek için ağzımı açmışken ağzıma, bağlamalı ucunda penis olan zımbırtılardan sokup, başıma bağladı. Canım sıkılmaya başladı, böyle amını nasıl yalayacaktım?
Beni geri çevirdi ve memelerimle oynamaya başladı. Meme uçlarımla oynaması beni tahrik ediyordu. Birkaç dakika sonra çekip bükmeye başladı sonra da meme uçlarını tutan kelepçelerden taktı.
Deli gibi acıtıyorlardı ama ağzımdaki penis yüzünden bağırmak yerine boğuk sesler çıkartıyordum. Dizlerinin üzerine çöktü, göremiyordum ama hissediyordum. Sikimi avuçlayıp yalamaya başladı ve birkaç saniye dibine kadar yaladıktan sonra bıraktı. Niye durduğunu biliyordum. Testislerimi çekiştirip, topları sıkıştırıp kenarda tutmaya yarayan aleti taktı. Acı verebileceğini anlatmaya başladı sanki beynim patlamıyormuş gibi. Sonra göstermek için toplarımın üstünde duan deriye bağlı 3 zinciri aşağıya çekti. Kopacaklarmış gibi hissediyordum. Ağzımda duran penise rağmen çıkarttığım azıcık sesten rahatsız olup penisin pompasına basıp şişirmeye başladı, ağzımda büyüyordu.
“Şşş” dedi. “Öğlen de dediğim gibi, zevk alıyorsun değil mi? Eğer almıyorsan seni biraz daha zorlayabilirim. Evet demek için ellerini çırpman yeterli.”
Dirseklerimi saran ipi çözdü ben de çaresizce evet diyerek başımı salladım.
“Kanıtla. Dönüp bacaklarını ayırabildiğin kadar ayırıp başını yastığın üstüne yaslayıp eğilmeni istiyorum.” dedi.
Ne emrediyorsa onu yapıyordum. Arkama krem sürmeye ve bi tıkaç alıp zorlamaya başladı. Kaçmayı denedim ama pozisyonum çok kötüydü. Tıkacı kaldırıp atlar için kullanılan kırbaçlardan biriyle deliğime bastırdı.
“Uslu ol. Bu tıkacı kıçına sokacağım ya da sinirlenip seni kırbaçlamamı mı istersin?”
Ne hayallerle gelmiştim oysa. Bacaklarımı biraz daha açıp, kıçımı salladım anlaması umuduyla, kırbaçlanmak istemiyordum.
Sonuna kadar soktu.
“Kocam onunla tanıştığımdan beri üçlü yapmak istiyor, senin bana olduğu gibi ben de ona bir iddiada kaybettim. Ben kazansaydım ben bir kızla sevişirken o sandalyesinde bağlı beni izleyecekti, tabii o kazanırsa benim şartlarımla o bir kadınla olacaktı. Ama ben onun başka bir kadınla olmasına izin veremem. Öte yandan senin onun sikini yalıyor olman fikri beni inanılmaz derecede tahrik ediyor. Eğer bunu yaparsan beni yalamana izin verebilirim. Tabii onun da gözleri bağlı olacak sonra da sen beni yalayıp boşalttığında kız arkadaşlarımdan birinin bunu yaptığını sanacak. Ne diyorsun?” diye sordu.
Başımı sallayıp reddettim. Birinin sikini yalamamın mümkünatı yoktu.
Elindeki kırbacın art arda 5 kez şakladığını duydum üzerimde.” Bunu kolay bir şekilde yapabiliriz gidip kocamın sikini yalayabilirsin ya da ben senin toplarını çekip kıçını kamçılarken sen kocamın sikini yalamak için bana yalvarana kadar bunu tekrarlarız.”
Yine hayır dedim.
“Pişman olacaksın” dedi.
Kıçımı ve toplarımı art arda kırbaçlamaya başladı. Böyle bir acı olamazdı. Ölmek istedim ama olmadı. Konuşmaya çalışıyordum ama ağzımdaki şeyden dolayı sesim çıkmıyordu. Gülerek dakikalarca devam etti ve sonunda durdu.
“Üzgünüm, ağzının bağlı olduğunu unutmuşum.” dedi.
Dalga geçtiğini biliyordum ama bir yandan da ağzımın dolu olması iyi olmuştu. Eğer sesim çıksaydı bana kızıp bu işi daha da uzatacaktı.
“Ne diyorsun, devam edeyim mi yoksa kocamın sikini yalayacak mısın?”
Kafamla evet dedim, nasıl hayır diyebilirdim ki?
“Güzel. Bana hayır diyemeyeceğini öğrendin, eğer bunu tekrar eder de bana karşı gelirsen bugünkü cezanı çok ararsın.”
Eylül’ün daha önce görmediğim bir yüzünü görüyordum.
“Şimdi gidip biraz parfüm sürüneceğiz sonra parlak kırmızı rujlarımızı.” dedi.
Beni bir odaya götürdü ve rujumu sürdükten sonra başka bir odaya. Gözlerim hala bağlıydı ve beni dizlerimin üzerine çöktürdükten sonra ağzımı kocasının sikine götürdü. Ağzımı genişçe açtım ve yalamaya başladım.
Siki henüz kalkmamıştı, iğrençti ve tümünü alıyordum. Eylül bu odaya gelmeden önce bu işte iyiymişim gibi yalamam gerektiğini söylemişti, kocasını ikna etmem gerektiğini. Eğer ikna olmaz ya da hoşuna gitmezse kıçını ona çevirip seni kocamın kocaman yarrağının üstüne oturturum dedi ve ağzıma boşaldığında hepsini yutmak zorundaydım.
Ben yaladıkça siki ağzımda büyümeye başladı. Başımı geriye çekip ucunu yalar yalamaz ağzıma boşalmaya başladı. Tekrar ağzımın içine aldım sikini kaldırıp boğazıma kadar dayadıktan sonra patladı. Eylül’den korkuma zevk alan bir kadınmış gibi inledim. Kocası memnun gibi duruyor, sesler çıkartıyordu. Yaklaşık 5 dakikadır onun yarrağını, taşşaklarını ve çok da yaklaşmadan göt deliğini yalıyordum.
Sonunda “Deliriyorum! Yalamaya devam et.” dedi.
Zorundaydım ama adamın yarrağı artık iyice kalkmıştı ve epey büyüktü. Eylül’ün bir kız getirmek istememesinin nedenini anlıyordum. Almaya çalışsam da hepsini alamıyordum. Elimden geldiğince iyi muamele etmeye alışıyordum ama yapamadığım için korkuyordum. Hızımı ve yöntemini değiştirdim. Yavaş başlayıp ve onun üzerine inip çıkıp daha hızlı bir tempoda ilerlemeye çalışıyordum. Boşalmak üzere olduğunu anlayınca yavaşlayıp kafasını lolipop gibi yalamaya başladım. Taşaklarını da yalamayı ihmal etmiyordum.
Karım da böyle yapardı, onun gibi yapmaya çalışıyordum. Yalnızca başını yalayarak onun kasılmasını sağlarken zevk almaya başlamıştım. Birden içimde bir hareketlenme hissettim, kendimi kaybedip yarrağının üstüne gömüldüm. Eylül’ün arkama soktuğu tıkaç içimde dönüyordu, kumandalı olmalıydı. Seviyesi arttığında arkamdan itiyorlarmış gibi adamın yarrağına gömüldükçe o da kasılıp kendini kaldırıyordu. Boğazıma çarptığında öyle kalıp ağzıma boşalmaya başladı. Zevk alıyormuşum gibi inliyordum o ise boşalmaya devam ediyordu. Yavaşladıkça başımı kaldırıp yalayarak yarrağını temizledim.
“Daha iyisini görmedim. Kim bu?” diye sordu. Gururlanmıştım bu benim ilk seferimdi.
“Kim olduğunu söyleyemem ama merak etme henüz bitmedi. Şimdi o beni boşaltırken dinle bizi.”
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