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I have always had a kinky mindset, even from when I was a young lad. Every time I played cops and robbers, I was the one volunteering to be cuffed and held in jail. There was simply something about the act of losing control; of being at someone else’s mercy and doing anything to please them. The sensation of surrendering has been and continues to be, engraved in my mind.

Of course, being younger, I relied mostly on games and an extremely vivid imagination to help feed my curiosity. However, once I discovered the internet my source of information and feeding of fantasies grew tenfold and the more I read and saw, the more I was able to identify and understand that all those games of getting caught were simply me exploring my submission.

This amazing on-line world provided me with an entirely new dimension of exploration and in the beginning it fed my every desire. Unfortunately, just like all toys, eventually one wants something new to play with and in time I wanted to experience things for myself, rather than through words and images posted on a computer screen.

Unfortunately living at home and taking care of my family (even at the young age of 18) restricted my ability to attend activities. Instead of going out and finding an already experienced woman to live out my fantasies with, I slowly and cautiously introduced my girlfriends into my mind and sexual predilections.

To be on the safe side I would initiate the conversation by showing each of them the media driven aspects such as handcuffs, rope bondage and the occasional spanking scene found in nearly every erotic movie. Eventually though, if I felt an openness I would introduce them to the more extremes such as Female Domination, facesitting and breath control, strap-on play and even cbt.

It was through my slow introductions that I was able to experience my first power exchange experience. My girlfriend at the time proved to be more than a little willing to experiment. Granted, looking back it was a mild introduction, it certainly was the stepping stone to a future of many more explicit experiences.

Karina was a beautiful Indian girl, born and raised in Montreal like myself, and like me she was eager to explore her sexuality. Now just to be clear, when I say beautiful, what I want you to imagine is a Bollywood dazzler, but a little shorter. At 5’4″ she had wonderful 34C breasts, a sexy bubble ass and amazing legs.

While she was a sight to see, I was more drawn to her willingness to listen to the stories I shared even though she did not appear to have the same thirst for what I was expressing. In fact the furthest we went was her tying me down, sitting on my face and sucking my cock while fucking my ass with a q-tip (she howled with laughter when the qtip came out but the cotton top didn’t). Oddly, it was only after we broke up that she really let loose and gave a try at dominating me.

It all started one evening during exam week, (we were 21 at this point) and somewhere through our conversations we ended up joking about how I wasn’t motivated to study.

‘If only I had someone to whip me into shape.’ I playfully said.

Much to my surprise, Karina quickly offered to fill that need.

‘I’ll do it. We’ve been talking about it long enough, let’s see if it actually helps”.

I didn’t really think she would do it, but I went along with it and from there we arranged to meet after exams at an inexpensive motel, the kind that are rented by the hour.

Although we had agreed it was not until she called me days later that she had located a motel, not too far away from where we lived and that I should pick her up from her place at 3pm sharp. To say I was surprised would be an understatement and even when I agreed and prepared myself, as quickly as I could, I still questioned whether it would happen and as the clock quickly ticked closer to the desired hour, I actually slowed my pace wanting to see what would happen if I showed up late.

Although I wanted to test her I also did not wish to miss out on the opportunity therefore I did arrive late but only by a mere 5 minutes and to my pleasure as I pulled up, her door opened and she came strutting out wearing nicely fitted jeans, a black t-shirt and some killer black stilettos with a duffle bag in tow.

I admit I was somewhat disappointed that she was dressed so plain jane (minus the heels) and so I prepared myself for a standard date resulting in vanilla sex. However, as she got into the car, throwing her bag into the back seat, I started to apologize for being late but was greeted with a slap to the face.

“Don’t think you will be let off the hook for keeping me waiting bitch, now drive and I will tell you where we are going”.

Awestruck I did the only thing I could do and said ‘Yes Mistress’ and off we went, with her directing me on how to get to our final destination. Once we arrived at our destination, she reached for her bag and took a black studded dog collar out, only to tighten it around my neck.

“Now be a xslot good little bitch and go get us a room.” she said while tugging on the D-ring secured to the collar.

I opened my mouth to complain but was greeted with another slap.

“Do not think about arguing with me right now slave, you are already in enough trouble, and unless you want to end your little fantasy before it begins, you will do everything I say.”

Once again, all I could say was ‘Yes Mistress’, as I got out of my car and headed to the front desk area.

I can still remember the smirk on the front desk clerk’s face as I approached the counter, looking at the collar around my neck and back up at me as I asked for a room. He slid over the keys to room 117 as he told me to fill out the registration form asking for my name, credit card information and licence plate, all while snickering. My fingers could not write fast enough as I rushed through filling out the form and as I handed it back to him grasping for the key, he cocky grin and slightly condescending ‘Good boy’ was all I could hear as I made my way outside.

Already humiliated, I made my way back to the car, noticing for the first time that I was rock hard from the excitement of an all new Karina. As I approached the car I saw Karina leaning against the door, her bag by her feet and one of the most wicked smirks I had ever witnessed across her lips.

“How did it go lover boy, did you enjoy showing the world how pathetic you are?”

Her tone was patronizing as she snatched the key from my hand, reaching up to pat my head with the other.

“Be a dear and carry my bag. Oh, and I almost forgot…”

She reached into her purse only to pull out a silver dog leash attaching it to my collar with ease.

“There we go, now keep up” were the only words she uttered as she tugged on my leash instructing me to grab her bag and move quickly behind her to the room.

Once we had both stepped inside our room, she quickly surveyed the surroundings, giving me a slight tug with the leash all while instructing me on what to do.

“Put the bag on the dresser and then strip naked” she commanded all while releasing me from the leash and taking a seat to observe my every move.

Excited by her bossy disposition I eagerly put the bag down and started to undress, feeling her eyes examine me, judge me and my hidden erection. Immediately she started to laugh, her sexy cackle mingling with her demeaning words.

“Oh, modest now are we? It is not like I haven’t seen it before, now drop the boxers slut”. And although what she had said was true, suddenly I felt a sense of embarrassment.

As I pull them down, she gets up and walks closer to. Standing completely naked now I tried to come to terms with why I was so nervous. What Karina had said was true, we have seen each other naked many times, and yet there I was with my 6″ dick rock hard while she was still fully dressed and confident. Quickly though I was snapped out of my deep thoughts with another slap.

“You are on my time slut, now get on the bed and lie on your back”.

As I moved onto the bed, Karina turned to her bag, slowly going through the contents before finally turning back towards me and without warning placed a blindfold over my eyes.

“This is so you don’t ruin any of the surprises I have”.

Now blind to the world, laying on the motel bed, all I could do was think about what was coming next and listen as she continued to ruffle through her bag.

Eventually the noises stopped and she was no longer searching but rather close to me, the weight of her body pressing into the mattress. Desperate to know where she was, I turned my head in her direction and felt her kissing me, her hands sliding down my chest to my hard cock, stroking it slowly as she giggled.

“I see someone is enjoying themselves”.

Her words, although playful, contradicted the harsh slap to my balls.

“…but today is about me, not you”

With that she pulled my hands up to the headboard, snapping cuffs tightly around them.

“Now, don’t go anywhere while I get more comfortable”

Her tone teasing as she slid off the bed leaving me wondering where she was going and what she would return with.

Horny as hell I started to beg.

“Please Karina, let me cum and I will be yours forever, please…’

Instead of being greeted with a sensual touch, I felt a thundering slap and a venomous voice sending shivers down my spine.

“You obviously do not know when to shut up slave, so I will make it easier for you”.

With that I heard her shuffling once again and then suddenly a damp cloth was forcefully pressed against my lips and shoved into my mouth followed by something being bound in front of it.

“Enjoy my panties slut, I have been getting them ready for you all day long.”

And with that I heard her move away yet again, all while hearing what I believed to be the bathroom door closing behind her.

While xslot Giriş Karina was gone I tried to escape, testing the handcuffs to see if there was a quick release switch. Stuck bound, gagged and blindfolded on the bed I started to realize the strong taste coming from the panties in my mouth. Immediately a part of me was repulsed, knowing she had worn them all day, but I could not control myself and started to suck them clean, wishing I could stroke myself while doing so.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the bathroom door open and in my excitement I turned my head in that direction of the noise, aching to beg for some form of contact, but afraid of what punishment I might receive for trying to speak.

I felt her walk around the bed and then then something dragging down my body from my chest to my cock before feeling a sharp hit against the inside of my right thigh, causing a low guttural moan to escape into the gag.

‘As you may be able to tell, I have been gathering a few fun ‘toys’ for today. Some of which you may enjoy and some I will enjoy more than you. Do you like my new crop bitch?’

Before I can nod, the crop is slapped down on my balls making me cringe. I nodded yes quickly in hopes of being spared any more blows to my balls.

‘Hahahaha you’re learning slut, now let me show you what your Mistress looks like all dolled up.’

She pulls off the blindfold and steps up on the bed, her legs on both side of me. My eyes took a moment to adjust, and as they did all I could see was this heavenly image standing above me.

Karina has now changed out of her street clothes and was wearing her hair tied up in a ponytail, adorning a french maid outfit, the skirt ending just below her beautiful ass, providing me with a tease of the tops of her thigh high stockings. Her breasts looked amazing, boeing pushed up in the tight bustier of her outfit, and to complete the look she had on a lovely black choker.

Unwilling to allow me much more than a quick gaze, she turned around, facing my feet and bent over, granting me the privilege of witnessing her ass swallowing her thong.

“It looks like you are already set to cum bitch.”

She seethed as her fingers curled around my swollen cock.

“But you will learn today that your needs come last hahaha no pun intended. Now lets see what I can do to keep you from cumming so quickly”.

The moment her words stopped I watched as she pulled a length of rope out from between her breasts only to wrap it around my balls, separating them, before tying it around the base of my cock, tightly yanking the loose end back up, forcing my balls to be pulled with her.

She eyed me like candy, impressed by her handy work and as she slithered away from me she muttered.

“Mmmm this is much better, but all this standing is now making me tired.”

With that she crouched down over my face, pulling the rope from my balls for stability until her ass was covering my nose. I tried to push my tongue past the panties but there was no room and I was subjected to just smelling her ripe ass and hearing her moan as she started grinding against my face.

Feeling the air quickly leave my lungs I started to struggle, but was greeted with a sharp tug to my balls creating a muffled yelp. I felt panic thinking I might pass out, her scent bathing me, intoxicating me and just when I thought I would see darkness, she raised her ass just a little bit ensuring to look down between her legs long enough to observe my physical state.

“Don’t worry love, I want you awake for everything I have planned. Now, let’s see if you have learned when to use your mouth”.

She reached down, yanking the bra that had held the panties in place, freeing my tongue from her bindings.

“You did a good job cleaning these panties slut, now lets see how that tongue works on the real thing.”

The room went dark again as she lowered herself onto my face. With my tongue finally free I greedily dived into her pussy sucking and licking as fast as I could, feeling her tugging on the rope instructing me to speed up, as well as feeling a sudden sharp pain on my right and then, left nipple. Just when I was starting to enjoy her wicked treatment, she lifted herself up just enough to let me breathe and show me the clover clamps now connected to my nipples.

“Now, here is the deal bitch boy. Until you have given me enough orgasms to satisfy me, I will be pulling your balls and your nipples while smothering you. The quicker you make me happy the quicker your pain ends”.

Before I had a chance to make a sound, her beautiful ass smothered me and I immediately attended to my task, sucking and licking with all my might. Awkwardly, I slide my tongue up and down her slit, trying to get to her clit so I can suck it, but she pulls it away and grinds onto my face harder, yanking the clamps like they are her reigns. I finally set into a rhythm when she pulls up allowing me to breathe.

“Come on bitch boy, stop playing xslot Güncel Giriş around and get your Mistress off like a good slut. If you please me, someone may get their cock up a nice tight ass”.

I am shocked by the offer as she was always against anal and I quickly answer.

“Yes Mistress, please let me suck you till you cum, I…’

I am cut off again, though this time I flatten my tongue and start lapping her delicious pussy hard, alternating between long slow licks and quick flicks, while using my nose to press against her ass. As I start to hear signs that she is getting close, I feel her whole body shudder all while my balls and nipples are pulled fiercely making me scream into her pussy as I try to swallow all of her juices. I can feel some pour over onto my chin and into my nose, further turning me on making.

As her first orgasm subsides she tugs harder on my niplpes and balls making me scream again and I suddenly feel her shake once more as another orgasm comes over her and all over my face. Her second orgasm begins to die down as she rolls off of my face finally allowing me to breathe, both of us now panting.

“Mmm you did good slut. I forgot how skilled your tongue can be when properly motivated, it is always a shame to see it not being used properly”

With that she pushed her stiletto heel into my mouth sliding it in and out like a cock.

“There that is much better, now about that reward…”

She giggles as she reached down to my bound tortured cock stroking it slowly.

“What was it I promised you?”

Her words were sinister and yet caused my cock to twitch even more.

Between sucking her heel and panting like a bitch in heat I managed an answer.

“An ass fucking Mistress”.

Karina’s smile grew suddenly devilish as her words whispered past her lips.

“Oh that’s right, you love anal don’t you slut? Are you sure that is what you want for your reward?”

Without any hesitation I released an aggressive moan of yes, encouraging her to give me my reward.

“Ok slut, you asked for it.”

Her wicked smile grew larger immediately as her hands trailed down my cock over my sensitive balls and to my puckered tight ass. I had never contemplated the idea of her using my ass, however, suddenly, feeling her soft fingers begin to probe, I realised that was indeed what she had meant.

As her finger circled around my ass, she pulled her heel almost completely out of my mouth before pushing it back in slowly until I started to choke on it.

“Mmm I do like you like this. Bound, helpless and nervous, but don’t worry, I will not be fucking your ass with my finger.”

She pulls both her hand and heel from my body and quickly returns me to a blindfolded state. With my sight gone again, all I could do was listen. Hearing her playing with her bag as I lay there, trying to prepare myself for what she may have in store.

Periodically Karina would test her crop on my thighs, occasionally hitting my balls ensuring I was still aware of my predicament. After what feels like a lifetime the bed shifts and without warning something is pressed against my lips.

“Open wide my bitch, it’s about time we see how you like sucking cock for a change”.

I tried to fight it, turning my head from side to side but was greeted with a hard yank of the nipple clamps forcing my mouth to open and immediately stuffed with one of her new toys. At first she started to slowly pump the toy into my mouth, testing my gag reflex, reminding me to relax as she thrust it deeper down my throat. I choked a few times, causing her to pull out, but once I’d settled down she would continue her wicked torment, repeating my discomfort and my choking, causing me to drool around her toy.

“Not so easy to suck a cock is it slut? Maybe you’ll remember that next time you force a girl to suck you dry. If only I had a real cock…”

Her words trail off in laughter before grabbing me by my hair and fucking my mouth harder and faster. Finally she lets go of my hair, pulling her toy out and letting me breathe deeply before moving down my body. She pushes my legs over her shoulders and I hear a pop before feeling a cool liquid around my puckered ass

“With enough training you should be able to take this without any lube.”

With that I started feeling pressure as she pushed into my tight hole. I moan, biting my lip, trying not to scream from the discomfort;,however, every time I was too loud for her liking, I felt a sharp pain to my nipples.

“This will be easier if you relax slut, but then again, who likes easy”.

As she continued pushing I felt myself stretching more and more until I finally experienced a sharp pain and then a rubber base pressing against me.

“Congratulations, it looks like we finally popped your cherry. I hope you enjoy the plug my pet, you will be wearing it quite often”.

I am dizzy from the new sensation as she rises and moves back to my face, pulling the blindfold off. As my eyes adjust to the light all I can witness is her looking down at me, a sense of triumph on her face.

“Well, it looks like my little slave liked the anal attention, that please me a lot. Now let us see how you do with more stimulation.”

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The next few days were very normal. After the last love-making I think I detected that Marie was a bit happier and more attentive. Maybe wishful thinking on my part. Or not.

I was still trying to think of a way to get Jim to “open up” when I remembered that I had 2 tickets to the basketball game coming up. Marie was not a fan of spectator sports so I told her that I was going with Jim from work. It was not a problem and she made plans to see a couple of her friends that night.

I figured that the game might be a good place to get Jim to talk since there was beer and I could buy him as much as he needed to start talking… My plan was simple – I’d offer to drive and we’d get burgers and beers at the game. Since he was my guest, I’d insist on buying the refreshments and make sure he didn’t see me empty my beers into an empty cup. I was sure that if he was a bit sloshed, he’d tell me everything I wanted to know. After 4 beers, he might not even remember!

By the start of the second half, the Eagles were up 3 points and Jim was well lubricated. When the teams came out to the floor, the cheering was enough to cover my question, “So what exactly did you mean with the ‘tied up’ reference?” “Are you saying that you’re into that kinky shit?”

I figured that asking in a disdainful tone would not give away my real intent…

Jim, just winked and didn’t answer the question. Crap, I thought – now he’s being coy and I NEED information. So I had to let down my guard a bit… I said, “Y’know, I have read a little about the kinky scene and if you have anything to share, I’d like xslot to do some y’know – exploration…”

He winked at me again in a VERY annoying way, and pulled out his wallet. He was a tad inebriated so he fumbled through the sections until he found a plain white business card. There was only a name on it, RCL Inc. and a phone number x-xxx-xxx-xxxx. He handed it to me saying, the last number is really a 5, not 4. Just call and the receptionist will look after you. I put it away and went back to enjoying the game with Jim.

The Eagles trounced the visitors and just as we were getting up to leave, I asked him a question about the name “RCL”. He said he’d answer it but that he realised he’d said too much to me already and would never again discuss this with me. “RCL is for ropes. chains and leather”, he said and then he continued with “Good luck with your journey”.

Like Jim, I put the card in my wallet. It was innocuous enough so that even if found, no one would suspect its underlying purpose. And the surreptitious phone number was even more of a throw off. When I got home Marie asked if the game had been good and did I enjoy an night out with Jim? I answered that it had been great to see the Eagles win and that Jim was an OK companion. I told her that we did not have that much in common outside of work and we both got ready for bed.

It was late so we just cuddled for a few minutes before drifting off to sleep. In the middle of the night, my subconscious woke me up to let me know that real last for digits “5465” spelled “KINK”. Very cute!! and I went back to xslot Giriş sleep…

I woke up with “morning wood” and looked after it in the shower. So that now I had what I was waiting for, the question was did I actually have the courage to carry out a visit to the “dark side”? I spent the next 2 weeks working, going home, eating sleeping and generally not thinking about bondage all the time. I tried to be less distracted at home but the white business card started burning a hole in my psyche. A few times, Marie wanted to cuddle but I asked her to give me some space because of the stress at work.

On the way home from work Monday night, I stopped at the local bar. I am not a bar-fly so I felt anonymous. After ordering a beer I asked the bartender if I could use the phone for a local call. He came back with a handheld unit and I anxiously punched in the numbers on the card, remembering to punch a final 5 not 4.

As Jim indicated, the call was answered by a very curt female receptionist…

“RCL – how may I direct your call?”

“I’d like to enquire about making an appointment,” I said, sure that my voice did not masque my nervousness.

“Certainly” came the reply – followed by “Have you patronized us previously?”

“Ah, no I haven’t”, I sort of stammered and then she asked how I got the number.

My response was straightforward, I said that it was on a white business card and a friend had advised me about the number 4.

“Is there anything on the back of the card?” she asked. Interestingly I turned it over for the first time and saw xslot Güncel Giriş three stars in the center of the card. “Yes, there are 3 stars on the card”.

“Excellent!” she said and for the first time in the short dialogue, she sounded pleased. “You will be able to continue with the appointment, however I must inform you that calling from a public location is not acceptable. In future you will use only your personal cell phone to call this number.” and then her tone went dark and I heard her say “Do you understand?” very sternly. I was taken aback slightly, but managed to say “Yes”. The receptionist shot back “YES, WHAT??”

I turned away from the bar and said softly into the phone “Yes, I understand”. The coolness of her tone increased and she almost barked “YES, YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT?” I could see where this was going and started to get somewhat apprehensive since afterall, this was just the initial phone call…

“Yes, I understand that I am not to call the number from a public location and I am to use only my own cell phone”. My reply was met with silence. No response, just dead air. I waited. I held the phone not even certain that I was still connected. Then I heard her clear her throat, but no other sound. As I was trying to imagine what the hell was going on, I realized what she might be waiting for.

“Yes, I understand that I am not to call the number from a public location and I am to use only my own cell phone, Ma’am”. When I heard her mutter “Thank you”, I breathed a sigh of relief. “You may send a text message to this number and await further instructions, welcome to RCL.” She sounded very business-like and I could feel myself becoming slightly unhinged. It was a weird feeling. I finished my beer, paid the tab, put the card away and continued my trip home wondering what was in store for me at RCL…

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I can’t believe my flight has finally landed. I am so glad to be back in Florida. I hang back on the plane to let everyone rush off; I am not in a hurry. I collect my luggage and then go pick my car up from the rental agency. I drive to the hotel and check in. I was able to get the same room I had last time.

I have brought a few amenities with me this time. I go about making the changes to the room to make it a little more comfortable while I am here. First I change the sheets to the Egyptian cotton sheets that I had packed, next I light the two candles I packed for both scent and lighting. I have arrived a couple days earlier than originally planned; I wish to surprise Sir. I climb into bed and fall asleep. I have a busy day scheduled tomorrow.

When I wake in the morning, the first thing I need is a nice hot shower. I step into the shower and let the water cascade over my head and down onto my shoulders. I feel the warmth envelop me and steam up the bathroom. While in the shower I have washed and conditioned my hair and shaved all the “appropriate” areas nice and baby soft. As I am sliding my hand over my pussy to make sure I have taken care of all the strays, I feel that tingle deep inside. I push the lips of my pussy open and rub two fingers over my clit, feeling it grow as I become more aroused. I grab the hand held water massager like Sir has taught me and hold my lips open as I let the stream vibrate against my swollen clit. I am leaning against the wall of the shower, and, as I feel my orgasm building, I cannot control it anymore and I cum. I stand there letting the water rush over me for a few minutes while I recover.

I step out of the steamy bathroom and dry off and put my scented oil all over. I dry my hair and put it up in a French braid down the side and over my shoulder. Now, what to wear? It is hot today so I do believe I will wear a dress. I pick out a red and black dress, my lacy red bra, and black strappy sandals. I sit on the bed and text Sir. “Morning Sir, how are you today?” A few moments pass and I receive an answer back. “I am well pet how are you?” I respond, “I am well Sir, I was wondering what You are doing for lunch today?” He asks “why?” I text back to Him “I was promised a personal tour of the Armament Museum and was hoping today would be a good day.” “Hell yes!” is the reply I receive, telling me to meet Him there at 1pm.

I am dressed and ready to go; I pull into the parking lot for the museum and see His truck parked down towards the end, kind of out of the way. I park down next to His truck. He comes and opens my door and bends down to greet me with a kiss. Just in seeing Him there I feel that tingle in the lower part of my belly beginning again. Sir looks down at me and asks if I really want a tour of the museum. I respond “of course I do.”

We walk towards the entrance, there is so much here to take in. We slowly walk around the hall, Sir explaining different things to me. In the center of the room they have an area where ceremonies are performed; Sir has told me this is where His retirement ceremony was held. I think to myself, I wish I had been able to see that. It has been hard walking around here and not being able to touch Him.

We go into a little room off to the side, to watch a video about the Base. We are the only ones in the room when the film begins. I then feel Sir’s hand sliding up my leg. I am trying to keep my concentration on the video. His hand has slid over and is on my upper thigh, His thumb stroking small circles on the inside of my thigh. His hand slides up a little higher and He leans over and asks “No panties?” “No Sir, no panties trying to plan ahead.” “Good thinking pet.” He continues to rub until His thumb is rubbing on my clit. I am not sure how much more of this I can take. I place my hand on Sir’s xslot lap to start rubbing his cock through his pants. He picks my hand up and places it on my lap. “Not here, pet.”

I cannot take anymore, He is driving me crazy. I ask “can we please go to my hotel?” “Not until you cum.” “Yes Sir.” Sir is persistent in the ministrations of his hand and my orgasm is beginning to explode. I bite my lower lip to keep from making any sound an attract attention to us. Sir just looks at me, smiles, and says “Let’s go, pet.” We walk out to the parking lot and get into our cars and head back to the hotel room.

Once we are back at the hotel room I take my place on my knees by the chair and await Sir’s request. Sir enters the room. He strips and moves to the chair near where I am kneeling. Sir states that his cock is in need of some attention. I move in front of Sir so that I can begin to suck on His cock.

I kneel between His knees and take His cock in my hand and place the head between my lips. Sucking lightly as I slide my tongue under the rim of the head and then up and across. I feel His cock harden in my mouth… sliding my lips down the shaft taking the whole thing into my mouth feeling the head rub against the back of my throat. As I slide back up the shaft I press my tongue along the vein along the underside, applying just enough pressure as it slides out of my mouth. Then swirl my tongue around and over the head again and then suck on it sliding it in and out of my mouth. I look up at Sir and ask if he would like to fuck my mouth. He answers by grabbing both sides of my head and pushing his cock deep inside my mouth, he continues thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth.

I am so turned on at this point that my wetness is sliding down the insides of my thighs. I can taste the pre-cum dripping from His cock. I reach up with my left hand and massage Sir’s nut. I pull my mouth back and let the head slip out between my lips and lean down and place his nut in my mouth and suck on it while massaging it with my tongue.

I ask Sir to move over to the bed so that I can reach all those “special” places. Sir moves to the bed and lies on his back. I again place myself between his legs and lift them a little. I am stroking his cock while I have his nut in my mouth and am sucking on that.

I then release his nut and take the tip of my tongue and slide it along that area just under his nut and just before his ass and circle my tongue over the area, I feel Sir tense a little and then let out a small moan. As I keep rubbing my tongue there I slide it down towards his ass, I then take the tip of my tongue and begin to rim his ass. Sliding my tongue around and around and then taking the tip and poking it into His ass hole, pushing my tongue in deeper and deeper.

I then pull back and take that wonderful cock back in my mouth, swallowing it whole, I begin stroking his cock with my mouth, I feel his nut tightening, I can feel that Sir is getting ready to feed me a load of hot cum. I anxiously await that explosion in my mouth, feeling his cock pulse as it shoots stream after stream of hot cum inside me.

feel it building stronger and stronger as he rocks his hips up to meet my mouth and just as his load begins to shoot out he grabs my head and pushes it down to bury the head of his cock as deep in my throat as he can. I feel the final shudders as Sir’s climax has started to subside. I make sure that I get the last drips of cum and slide my mouth off his cock. Sir signals for me to climb up beside Him and rest next to Him. He places his arm around me and strokes the side of my face and whispers to me. “That was very nice, pet.”

I don’t know how long we were laying there like that. I then realize that Sir has rolled over toward me and is rubbing the inside of my xslot Giriş thigh again. Just feeling his hand there brings back the thoughts of earlier when we were in the museum. I have been missing these fingers: they know all the right places to touch. They can make me cum again and again. He is kissing on the side of my neck (that place that sends tingles all over my body) as his fingers have now reached the top of my thigh and are softly sliding up and down my lips, not trying to enter, just stroking up and down. He then pushes my lips apart and takes the tip of his thumb and begins making circles on my clit, feeling it swell under his attention. As He presses my clit with His thumb He slides two fingers inside my wet pussy, pushing deep inside as His thumb presses on my clit. The sensation is beyond explanation, my mind cannot process a thought all I know is I don’t want this to end.

Just when I think I cannot take anymore I realize that Sir is taking his fingers inside me and rubbing my g-spot. He has told me that he will get me to squirt. He keeps rubbing like he is and I am not going to be able to control what happens. My orgasm has waved through my body from him rubbing my clit, as he continues on the g-spot I can feel that I am losing all my senses and then before I know what has happened I feel my body release and a rush of liquid escapes my pussy. Sir looks at me and just smiles.

I am laying here in bed and thinking about what has happened in the past day and my body is aching for more. Sir has said that he has a surprise for me today; I cannot wait to see what it is. Sir arrives at the hotel and knocks on the door. I go and open the door and there stands Sir, dressed in a black leather bike jacket with white t-shirt underneath, tight blue jeans, his burgundy helmet and leather gloves tucked under his arm. I must have been standing there with my mouth open as he asks “Is there a problem, pet?” “No Sir, I just was not expecting this.”

“Let’s go for a ride.” “I don’t have my helmet here.” “Pet, don’t I always take care of you?” “Yes Sir you do.” I grab my jacket and we walk down the stairs and there sits Sir’s new toy, His new bike and sitting on the back is a matching helmet to His, and inside the helmet is a pair of gloves for me. We put our helmets on and Sir gets on and starts the bike and I climb on back.

This is going to be an adventure, I am not usually the passenger, at home I have my own bike. I climb on behind him and put my hands around his waist. I do have to admit that the benefit to riding tandem is that I get to feel his body up against mine as we both feel the vibration of the bike under us. We head out of the parking lot and it seems that Sir has a destination in mind. Sir handles the bike with ease; I could fall asleep back here, although I do wonder where we are going. Each time I ask he just tells me “you will see.” We headed up 85N and now we are turning onto 10W. Sir is starting to slow the bike down and we are turning right into Blackwater River State Forest. I know now that he must have a certain place in mind. We stop at the honor box and put the four dollars in and continue on inside the park.

Sir finds a spot that is set back from the road and, some might say, off the beaten path. He parks the bike and we get off. I am glad to take the helmet and jacket off, when not riding it gets a little warm. I am walking around looking at everything; I have never seen a place so green and lush. It is so quiet; you can hear someone coming close before they get to you.

Sir walks over to me and leans down and whispers in my ear: “Pet I think you would be more comfortable out of your clothes.” The only reply I can think of to say is: “Yes Sir.” I start to slowly undress, first my shoes and socks I look behind me and see that xslot Güncel Giriş Sir is sitting/leaning against His bike so he can enjoy the show. Next I start to lift my shirt over my head and Sir speaks “Pet, turn towards me I wish to watch.” I turn so that I am facing Sir now and have pulled my shirt over my head and am unbuttoning the front of my jeans sliding my hands inside the waistband and sliding them down slowly first over my hips and then down my legs and stepping out of them.

Standing there in my bra and panties I ask Sir if he wishes me to continue and he just nods his head. I reach up behind my back to undo the hooks of my bra and it springs forward and I let it drop to the ground. I then slide my panties down and step out of them. I am feeling a bit vulnerable standing here completely naked, at that moment Sir motions for me to come to him.

I walk over to him and he puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down to my knees. I reach up to undo the zipper to Sir’s jeans and release his cock for me. I cannot wait to get his cock in my mouth. I slide my lips over the head and then slide all the way down the shaft taking it all at once very quickly. I slide his cock in and out of my mouth lightly grazing my teeth on the head as I slide it out of my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the head and sliding it along the underside of the head.

I look up to Sir an ask him if he would like to fuck my mouth like before and he shakes his head no and grabs my upper arms lifting me to my feet. I think that he is going to hug me, but before I know what has happened he has spun us around so that now I am bent over the seat of his bike and he is standing behind me. A thousand thoughts fly through my mind, what is Sir going to do? I dare not ask. At this point I am at Sir’s mercy. I feel Sir’s hands on my hips and he pulls them up towards him to where I am standing on tip toe my breasts resting on the seat. Sir has spread my legs to expose my pussy to him.

He starts rubbing my clit with the head of his cock and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter the longer he is rubbing. He then slides two fingers inside of me and when he does I let a small moan out. Sir tells me that I am not to cum until he tells me that I may, I let out a small whimper when he says this as he knows that I am right on the edge of cumming and doing everything I can not to as I have been instructed.

I then feel Sir slide his fingers out of my pussy. He pulls my ass cheeks apart and rubs his fingers around the rim to make it wet. I then hear Sir undo his jeans and feel the head of Sir’s cock against my ass. He reaches down and dips his fingers to get more pussy juice and rubs it on the head of his cock. He then presses the head of his cock against the opening to my ass, hitting resistance at first he presses a little harder and the head slides in.

I love the feeling of His cock in my ass, and he takes it easy at first so He can get the whole length in before he starts moving in and out. The feeling of his cock inside me is incredible; I am so turned on right now I can feel my juices running down the inside of my thigh. Sir is starting to speed up the trusts, his hands on my hips pulling me to him with each thrust in so he can get as deep inside me as he can.

I feel my orgasm building, and tell Sir, that I am not sure that I am going to be able to hold it back; He tells me that he is ready to cum and is going to fill my ass. No sooner has he stated this he grabs my hips and slams his cock deep into my ass and I can feel him cumming and shooting the hot thready strings of cum deep into my ass. I can feel his cock pulsing as it dumps its load.

As Sir pulls out of me, I am spent; I could lay here collapsed across the seat of the bike. Sir reaches down and pulls me up, he has laid a blanket on the ground and he sits on it with his back against a tree, he pulls me into his arm my head resting on his shoulder and Sir whispering for me to rest awhile, I drift off to sleep thinking this beats any bike ride I have had before.

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I can’t believe my flight has finally landed. I am so glad to be back in Florida. I hang back on the plane to let everyone rush off; I am not in a hurry. I collect my luggage and then go pick my car up from the rental agency. I drive to the hotel and check in. I was able to get the same room I had last time.

I have brought a few amenities with me this time. I go about making the changes to the room to make it a little more comfortable while I am here. First I change the sheets to the Egyptian cotton sheets that I had packed, next I light the two candles I packed for both scent and lighting. I have arrived a couple days earlier than originally planned; I wish to surprise Sir. I climb into bed and fall asleep. I have a busy day scheduled tomorrow.

When I wake in the morning, the first thing I need is a nice hot shower. I step into the shower and let the water cascade over my head and down onto my shoulders. I feel the warmth envelop me and steam up the bathroom. While in the shower I have washed and conditioned my hair and shaved all the “appropriate” areas nice and baby soft. As I am sliding my hand over my pussy to make sure I have taken care of all the strays, I feel that tingle deep inside. I push the lips of my pussy open and rub two fingers over my clit, feeling it grow as I become more aroused. I grab the hand held water massager like Sir has taught me and hold my lips open as I let the stream vibrate against my swollen clit. I am leaning against the wall of the shower, and, as I feel my orgasm building, I cannot control it anymore and I cum. I stand there letting the water rush over me for a few minutes while I recover.

I step out of the steamy bathroom and dry off and put my scented oil all over. I dry my hair and put it up in a French braid down the side and over my shoulder. Now, what to wear? It is hot today so I do believe I will wear a dress. I pick out a red and black dress, my lacy red bra, and black strappy sandals. I sit on the bed and text Sir. “Morning Sir, how are you today?” A few moments pass and I receive an answer back. “I am well pet how are you?” I respond, “I am well Sir, I was wondering what You are doing for lunch today?” He asks “why?” I text back to Him “I was promised a personal tour of the Armament Museum and was hoping today would be a good day.” “Hell yes!” is the reply I receive, telling me to meet Him there at 1pm.

I am dressed and ready to go; I pull into the parking lot for the museum and see His truck parked down towards the end, kind of out of the way. I park down next to His truck. He comes and opens my door and bends down to greet me with a kiss. Just in seeing Him there I feel that tingle in the lower part of my belly beginning again. Sir looks down at me and asks if I really want a tour of the museum. I respond “of course I do.”

We walk towards the entrance, there is so much here to take in. We slowly walk around the hall, Sir explaining different things to me. In the center of the room they have an area where ceremonies are performed; Sir has told me this is where His retirement ceremony was held. I think to myself, I wish I had been able to see that. It has been hard walking around here and not being able to touch Him.

We go into a little room off to the side, to watch a video about the Base. We are the only ones in the room when the film begins. I then feel Sir’s hand sliding up my leg. I am trying to keep my concentration on the video. His hand has slid over and is on my upper thigh, His thumb stroking small circles on the inside of my thigh. His hand slides up a little higher and He leans over and asks “No panties?” “No Sir, no panties trying to plan ahead.” “Good thinking pet.” He continues to rub until His thumb is rubbing on my clit. I am not sure how much more of this I can take. I place my hand on Sir’s xslot lap to start rubbing his cock through his pants. He picks my hand up and places it on my lap. “Not here, pet.”

I cannot take anymore, He is driving me crazy. I ask “can we please go to my hotel?” “Not until you cum.” “Yes Sir.” Sir is persistent in the ministrations of his hand and my orgasm is beginning to explode. I bite my lower lip to keep from making any sound an attract attention to us. Sir just looks at me, smiles, and says “Let’s go, pet.” We walk out to the parking lot and get into our cars and head back to the hotel room.

Once we are back at the hotel room I take my place on my knees by the chair and await Sir’s request. Sir enters the room. He strips and moves to the chair near where I am kneeling. Sir states that his cock is in need of some attention. I move in front of Sir so that I can begin to suck on His cock.

I kneel between His knees and take His cock in my hand and place the head between my lips. Sucking lightly as I slide my tongue under the rim of the head and then up and across. I feel His cock harden in my mouth… sliding my lips down the shaft taking the whole thing into my mouth feeling the head rub against the back of my throat. As I slide back up the shaft I press my tongue along the vein along the underside, applying just enough pressure as it slides out of my mouth. Then swirl my tongue around and over the head again and then suck on it sliding it in and out of my mouth. I look up at Sir and ask if he would like to fuck my mouth. He answers by grabbing both sides of my head and pushing his cock deep inside my mouth, he continues thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth.

I am so turned on at this point that my wetness is sliding down the insides of my thighs. I can taste the pre-cum dripping from His cock. I reach up with my left hand and massage Sir’s nut. I pull my mouth back and let the head slip out between my lips and lean down and place his nut in my mouth and suck on it while massaging it with my tongue.

I ask Sir to move over to the bed so that I can reach all those “special” places. Sir moves to the bed and lies on his back. I again place myself between his legs and lift them a little. I am stroking his cock while I have his nut in my mouth and am sucking on that.

I then release his nut and take the tip of my tongue and slide it along that area just under his nut and just before his ass and circle my tongue over the area, I feel Sir tense a little and then let out a small moan. As I keep rubbing my tongue there I slide it down towards his ass, I then take the tip of my tongue and begin to rim his ass. Sliding my tongue around and around and then taking the tip and poking it into His ass hole, pushing my tongue in deeper and deeper.

I then pull back and take that wonderful cock back in my mouth, swallowing it whole, I begin stroking his cock with my mouth, I feel his nut tightening, I can feel that Sir is getting ready to feed me a load of hot cum. I anxiously await that explosion in my mouth, feeling his cock pulse as it shoots stream after stream of hot cum inside me.

feel it building stronger and stronger as he rocks his hips up to meet my mouth and just as his load begins to shoot out he grabs my head and pushes it down to bury the head of his cock as deep in my throat as he can. I feel the final shudders as Sir’s climax has started to subside. I make sure that I get the last drips of cum and slide my mouth off his cock. Sir signals for me to climb up beside Him and rest next to Him. He places his arm around me and strokes the side of my face and whispers to me. “That was very nice, pet.”

I don’t know how long we were laying there like that. I then realize that Sir has rolled over toward me and is rubbing the inside of my xslot Giriş thigh again. Just feeling his hand there brings back the thoughts of earlier when we were in the museum. I have been missing these fingers: they know all the right places to touch. They can make me cum again and again. He is kissing on the side of my neck (that place that sends tingles all over my body) as his fingers have now reached the top of my thigh and are softly sliding up and down my lips, not trying to enter, just stroking up and down. He then pushes my lips apart and takes the tip of his thumb and begins making circles on my clit, feeling it swell under his attention. As He presses my clit with His thumb He slides two fingers inside my wet pussy, pushing deep inside as His thumb presses on my clit. The sensation is beyond explanation, my mind cannot process a thought all I know is I don’t want this to end.

Just when I think I cannot take anymore I realize that Sir is taking his fingers inside me and rubbing my g-spot. He has told me that he will get me to squirt. He keeps rubbing like he is and I am not going to be able to control what happens. My orgasm has waved through my body from him rubbing my clit, as he continues on the g-spot I can feel that I am losing all my senses and then before I know what has happened I feel my body release and a rush of liquid escapes my pussy. Sir looks at me and just smiles.

I am laying here in bed and thinking about what has happened in the past day and my body is aching for more. Sir has said that he has a surprise for me today; I cannot wait to see what it is. Sir arrives at the hotel and knocks on the door. I go and open the door and there stands Sir, dressed in a black leather bike jacket with white t-shirt underneath, tight blue jeans, his burgundy helmet and leather gloves tucked under his arm. I must have been standing there with my mouth open as he asks “Is there a problem, pet?” “No Sir, I just was not expecting this.”

“Let’s go for a ride.” “I don’t have my helmet here.” “Pet, don’t I always take care of you?” “Yes Sir you do.” I grab my jacket and we walk down the stairs and there sits Sir’s new toy, His new bike and sitting on the back is a matching helmet to His, and inside the helmet is a pair of gloves for me. We put our helmets on and Sir gets on and starts the bike and I climb on back.

This is going to be an adventure, I am not usually the passenger, at home I have my own bike. I climb on behind him and put my hands around his waist. I do have to admit that the benefit to riding tandem is that I get to feel his body up against mine as we both feel the vibration of the bike under us. We head out of the parking lot and it seems that Sir has a destination in mind. Sir handles the bike with ease; I could fall asleep back here, although I do wonder where we are going. Each time I ask he just tells me “you will see.” We headed up 85N and now we are turning onto 10W. Sir is starting to slow the bike down and we are turning right into Blackwater River State Forest. I know now that he must have a certain place in mind. We stop at the honor box and put the four dollars in and continue on inside the park.

Sir finds a spot that is set back from the road and, some might say, off the beaten path. He parks the bike and we get off. I am glad to take the helmet and jacket off, when not riding it gets a little warm. I am walking around looking at everything; I have never seen a place so green and lush. It is so quiet; you can hear someone coming close before they get to you.

Sir walks over to me and leans down and whispers in my ear: “Pet I think you would be more comfortable out of your clothes.” The only reply I can think of to say is: “Yes Sir.” I start to slowly undress, first my shoes and socks I look behind me and see that xslot Güncel Giriş Sir is sitting/leaning against His bike so he can enjoy the show. Next I start to lift my shirt over my head and Sir speaks “Pet, turn towards me I wish to watch.” I turn so that I am facing Sir now and have pulled my shirt over my head and am unbuttoning the front of my jeans sliding my hands inside the waistband and sliding them down slowly first over my hips and then down my legs and stepping out of them.

Standing there in my bra and panties I ask Sir if he wishes me to continue and he just nods his head. I reach up behind my back to undo the hooks of my bra and it springs forward and I let it drop to the ground. I then slide my panties down and step out of them. I am feeling a bit vulnerable standing here completely naked, at that moment Sir motions for me to come to him.

I walk over to him and he puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down to my knees. I reach up to undo the zipper to Sir’s jeans and release his cock for me. I cannot wait to get his cock in my mouth. I slide my lips over the head and then slide all the way down the shaft taking it all at once very quickly. I slide his cock in and out of my mouth lightly grazing my teeth on the head as I slide it out of my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the head and sliding it along the underside of the head.

I look up to Sir an ask him if he would like to fuck my mouth like before and he shakes his head no and grabs my upper arms lifting me to my feet. I think that he is going to hug me, but before I know what has happened he has spun us around so that now I am bent over the seat of his bike and he is standing behind me. A thousand thoughts fly through my mind, what is Sir going to do? I dare not ask. At this point I am at Sir’s mercy. I feel Sir’s hands on my hips and he pulls them up towards him to where I am standing on tip toe my breasts resting on the seat. Sir has spread my legs to expose my pussy to him.

He starts rubbing my clit with the head of his cock and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter the longer he is rubbing. He then slides two fingers inside of me and when he does I let a small moan out. Sir tells me that I am not to cum until he tells me that I may, I let out a small whimper when he says this as he knows that I am right on the edge of cumming and doing everything I can not to as I have been instructed.

I then feel Sir slide his fingers out of my pussy. He pulls my ass cheeks apart and rubs his fingers around the rim to make it wet. I then hear Sir undo his jeans and feel the head of Sir’s cock against my ass. He reaches down and dips his fingers to get more pussy juice and rubs it on the head of his cock. He then presses the head of his cock against the opening to my ass, hitting resistance at first he presses a little harder and the head slides in.

I love the feeling of His cock in my ass, and he takes it easy at first so He can get the whole length in before he starts moving in and out. The feeling of his cock inside me is incredible; I am so turned on right now I can feel my juices running down the inside of my thigh. Sir is starting to speed up the trusts, his hands on my hips pulling me to him with each thrust in so he can get as deep inside me as he can.

I feel my orgasm building, and tell Sir, that I am not sure that I am going to be able to hold it back; He tells me that he is ready to cum and is going to fill my ass. No sooner has he stated this he grabs my hips and slams his cock deep into my ass and I can feel him cumming and shooting the hot thready strings of cum deep into my ass. I can feel his cock pulsing as it dumps its load.

As Sir pulls out of me, I am spent; I could lay here collapsed across the seat of the bike. Sir reaches down and pulls me up, he has laid a blanket on the ground and he sits on it with his back against a tree, he pulls me into his arm my head resting on his shoulder and Sir whispering for me to rest awhile, I drift off to sleep thinking this beats any bike ride I have had before.

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I come back to my room to find you lying on my bed with no shirt on. Your eyes are closed as if you are sleeping, although I know that you aren’t.

I walk into the room and climb onto the bed next to you, putting my hand on your chest. I nuzzle your ear with my nose, trying to get your attention. You turn your head to the side to look at me, and then push me off of the bed, lightly. I sit on the floor looking confused, and you chuckle.

“Strip for your Master, Kitty.”

I slowly stand up, just in case you tell me to sit back down, but you permit my standing. I’m wearing a white button down shirt with a black bra underneath and a short plaid school girl skirt with a black satin thong under it. I begin to unbutton my shirt as slowly as possible, just to annoy you. When it is finally unbuttoned, I leave it on but open. Then I slide my skirt down to the floor, and slowly let my shirt drop off as well. You stop me and motion for me to walk over towards the bed. Once I’m near you, you turn me around and unhook my bra, yanking it off of my arms and tossing it onto the floor.

You pull me on top of you and make me kneel over where your dick is making itself known in your pants.

“Take my pants off, slave.”

I have to split my legs even wider so that I can pull your pants down off of you without leaving my kneeling position. But my arms are too short to pull your pants all of the way off.

I’m slightly annoyed now, because I know that you know that I can’t pull them all of the way off without moving. I start to feel rather reckless, and I see that your hard cock has popped out of your boxers. All of a sudden, I sit down on top of it, which causes my thong to move over and allow you inside of me. I get a few nice thrusts xslot in before you collect yourself and hold my hips down. I don’t know why I did that, but I regret it immediately. I am in for it now.

You hold me on top of you for a while, not allowing me to move, just letting your cock throb inside of me. I don’t dare even whimper.

You seem to have made up your mind about what to do with me, and you push me off of the bed again, harder this time. When I fall off of you and land on the floor, you tsk at me loudly.

“Now Kitty, did I allow you to leave my poor dick all alone in the cold?”

You have turned sideways on the bed, so I stand as close as I can get and bend over, slowly moving my hips backwards to take you inside of me again. Suddenly you thrust inwards very fast and hard. I moan and you chuckle.

“I thought that this was what you wanted Kitty.”

I only whimper in reply. You outright laugh this time.

“Now bend over all of the way and grab your ankles.”

I do so, and you pull out of me slightly, causing me to whimper again. The first slap stings my cheek.

“You are not permitted to make any human sounds. Every time I strike you, you will mew and count.”

“Mew! One.”

You start to thrust in and out of me, incredibly slowly. Even that slight thrusting has me feeling off balance. I am agitated, just waiting for the next blow to fall.

SMACK

I whimper, hoping that it is not too human a sound, and gasp out “Mew! Two.”

You continue to thrust in and out of me, driving me insane. Your hand begins to caress my ass cheeks.

WHAP!

This time, you hit me with the whip. I almost scream with surprise, and turn it into a startled half mew.

“Mewthree!” xslot Giriş I cry, slurring the words together.

This is humiliating, but oh so wonderful.

You start to thrust faster, causing me to grip my ankles tighter and hope that I don’t fall. If you thrust much harder, I just might topple over.

WHAP!

“Mew, four.”

You stop thrusting, causing me to whimper again.

“Why should I be doing all of the work? You were the one who wanted my cock so badly.”

I start to rock my body back and forth, slowly and carefully so that I don’t fall over. You slap my thighs so that I know that this is not to be counted.

“Faster!” you demand.

I wrap my arms around the backs of my knees and start to move faster. You smack my thighs again, and I move as fast as i possibly can under the circumstances. You realize this and return to slapping my ass.

“Mew, five.”

You start to smack me harder with the whip when I am thrusting backwards onto you, so I am pushing my ass into your smacks.

“Mew, six!!”

I am getting desperate, trying to thrust faster even though I know that I can’t. I am so close to falling over, I know that you know it.

WHAP!

“MEW! Seven!!”

You start smacking me harder and faster now. I can barely breathe.

WHAP!

“Mew!! Eight!”

WHAP!

“Mew! Nine!”

WHAP!

“Mew! Ten!”

You grab my hips with your hands, forcing me to stop. I still wiggle a bit, I can’t help it, I am so turned on. You slap my ass with your bare hand.

“Don’t bother to count that. Hold still.”

I try to obey you. You start to turn back over and you pull me with you. When I am in a kneeling position over you, you tell me to stand up. xslot Güncel Giriş Disappointed, I do so.

“Now slowly move down.”

I slowly start to bend down so that I am squatting over you, and you push me down on top of you as far as I will go. You pull my legs out flat and push yourself into me so far that it almost hurts. Ah, that fine line between pleasure and pain.

Then you start to thrust.

I scream and moan and try to jump off of you, but you hold me down. This feeling is so intense I almost can’t stand it. I bite my lip, knowing that I’ve asked for this.

“Am I hurting you too badly? Do you want me to stop?”

I know that you can’t bear to see me in pain, and even though this hurts, I want it too. I shake my head.

“Please master, don’t stop.”

You start to pump into me even harder, going faster than before. I start squirming wildly, barely able to contain myself. When you start playing with my clit, I start shaking, unable to control my body any longer, completely given over to you. My breathing is ragged and my moans are nonstop. When I feel as though I am going to fall over and I can’t support myself for another instant, you flip me over so that you are on top, trying to stay as deep as you can inside me. You push my legs up to my face and tell me to hold them there. I grab my ankles greatful for something to hold. I reach my face up, wanting to kiss you, but not daring to without your permission.

“Master………”

I can barely speak, but you know what I want and give me a deep kiss while you continue to thrust into me. I groan in pleasure into your mouth and feel you shudder against me. Suddenly you pull out and cum all over my stomach while you kiss me. you peel my hands off of my ankles and put them on my stomach, and place an old t-shirt on top of me so that I can wipe myself off. Once I am clean, I press my body against yours, hungry for the feel of you. You lie next to me on the bed, and our kiss goes on forever.

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“The asking price is eight hundred dollars.”

“Eight hundred? Seems a little steep, don’t you think?”

“Are you kidding? At that price, I’m doing you a favor! I should be asking double that!”

A silvery laugh, high and feminine, and then the woman’s voice, the one I didn’t recognize. “Doing your bank account a favor, I’ll warrant. Tell you what. I’ll offer you four hundred and fifty dollars, right now, and we’ll call it a deal.”

I tested the bonds that held my wrists and ankles, keeping silent, as I strained to hear the muted voices through the thin wooden door.

Mark’s voice again, sounding incredulous: “Four hundred and fifty dollars? That’s highway robbery! I can’t take a penny less than seven hundred!”

Yes, this was turning out to be one of the strangest days I’d ever had. And it had started so normally, too!

Mark got up out of bed before I did this morning; I didn’t have anything on my schedule until ten o’clock, so I had the rare luxury of sleeping in. I didn’t even get up to fix breakfast; by the time I finally crawled out of bed, he’d already left for work. I woke up late, with barely enough time to shower and dress before I had to rush out the door, and stopped dead in the kitchen when I saw that he’d left a note for me, propped up on the table. Usually, that can only mean one thing.

No, wait, better start back a little further. After all, there’s a long story to how I ended up in the closet, pressed back amid all the clothes, blindfolded, with my wrists lashed to the bar above me, listening to my boyfriend haggling in the next room.

My name is Kimberly Ann, though to my friends I’m Kiki. I’m 26 years old, I’m a realtor, and the man on the other side of the closet door-the man who stripped me down to my bra and panties, bound me standing spreadeagle in the closet, and whispered in my ear exactly what he has planned for me this evening-is Mark, my boyfriend of the past eight months.

A year ago, I’d have been the last person in the world to suspect I’d ever find myself here, blindfolded and tied up in the closet. A year ago, I was still trying to figure out exactly who I was and what I wanted. I’d had a series of relationships, of course, most of them with decent enough guys, but… They all seemed to end the same way. A year or two into the relationship, I’d end up feeling vaguely bored, a little restless, a little dissatisfied; and from that point, the end was inevitable. It was like having an itch I could never seem to figure out how to scratch.

For a while, I wondered if I might even be a lesbian, but that didn’t seem to fit quite right either. I never experimented with a female lover, party out of timidity and partly because I couldn’t see myself actually getting it on with another woman. There is a certain irony in that, I’ll admit…but that comes later.

In retrospect, the problem should have been obvious, really. My fantasy life has always been rich and varied and very, very strange, at least by the standards of the guys I dated. When I close my eyes and open my legs and let my hands slide over my body, I sometimes imagine myself being kidnapped by a mad scientist who would carry me into his secret laboratory, where he’d strap me to his table. I picture him leaning over me, smiling inscrutably, ignoring my screams and my struggles as he methodically cut my clothes from my body. When he had stripped me naked, he would unfold a set of steel stirrups from the end of his table, and cuff my ankles into them, spreading my legs wide. He’d pull on a long pair of surgical gloves, all the way up to his shoulders, and begin running his hands over the most intimate parts of my body, squeezing my breasts and sliding his gloved fingers inside of me…but detached, dispassionate, as if he were testing me, measuring me up for something. I’d feel myself getting wet, in spite of myself, as he probed and examined me, and see my wetness on his gloves when he withdrew his fingers.

Finally, when he’d spent a considerable amount of time probing and prodding and fondling me, and had satisfied himself that I was a suitable subject, he’d begin bringing out instruments and strange bits of machinery…large cups that fitted tightly over my breasts, with vacuum hoses attached; a startling array of dildos in various shapes and sizes, which he fitted to a large, squat machine that he wheeled into place between my legs; clamp and electrodes with bundles of wires leading off into even stranger machines. All this without saying a single word to me, without acknowledging me at all.

When he was finished setting up the machines, the experiments would begin. With the flick of a switch, the vacuum pumps would come to life, sucking on my breasts; a flick of another switch, and the machine between my legs would whir and hum and vibrate and suddenly thrust a dildo into my wet pussy, over and over again, relentlessly, mechanically. I would scream and cry out and throw myself helplessly against the straps xslot that held me bound securely to the table, unable to stop the relentless assault of the dildo, as the equipment around me monitored and recorded my body’s responses. Then, finally, no matter how hard I struggled, I would come, the machine ripping my orgasm from me; he would watch, and take notes in a notebook, as my back arched and my body spasmed in the throes of the unwanted orgasm.

Then he’d press another button and the dildo would withdraw. The front of the machine would rotate, selecting another, and shove it abruptly into me, and the process would begin again; the machine would violate me, thrusting the dildo in and out until it wrested another orgasm from me.

By this point in the fantasy, I’d usually be thoroughly soaked, pushing my fingers into myself or thrusting my hips against my favorite vibrator while I imagined the machine forcing orgasm after orgasm out of me, all under the detached eye of the mad scientist. I would sometimes fantasize that he would keep me there all night, until I was far beyond the point of exhaustion, no longer able to struggle against the machine as it ripped an endless series of orgasms out of my body, as he dutifully recorded every moan and every shudder in his notebook.

But I digress.

I never shared any of my sexual fantasies with my last boyfriend before Mark. It was an ill-fated relationship to begin with; our first argument came when he discovered my collection of vibrators, and tried to convince me to throw them all away because I didn’t need them as long as I was with him. Honestly, I will never understand why some men feel so threatened by a few dollars’ worth of plastic and some batteries. The final straw came when we were watching a TV show about sex one night; one of the people on the show was talking about bondage, and I thought it sounded like fun, and he thought it sounded like the sort of thing only a sicko or a pervert would like, and that was that.

So after that I determined to change my romantic life. I cut my long, flowing red hair short and spiky; I bought my first leather miniskirt; and I resolved not to date again until I’d found someone with interests and fantasies as weird as mine.

Which, I was sure, would keep me celibate for quite a long time.

Fate, as it turned out, had other plans. I met Mark on an online dating site about three months later. His profile listed “creative sex games” as one of his interests, I asked him about it, and…

Well, maybe that’s a story for another time.

His interests and fantasies are as weird as mine, though, no doubt about it. Mark loves little more than inventing elaborate scenarios for us to play. He’s become extraordinarily skilled at manipulating my sexual responses, creating sex games that tease and torment both of us so deliciously; every time I think he can’t get more wonderfully devious, or push my buttons any more devilishly, he outdoes himself.

Mark can turn anything into a sex game. In fact, when we’d been talking by email and chat for a while and we had started thinking about talking on the phone, even giving me his phone number became a game-one that took an entire exhilarating, frustrating, intensely erotic day and a drive all over town to win.

But that’s definitely a story for another time.

The story about how I ended up bound in the closet began early in our relationship. I had told him that I had been so bored with my previous partners that I’d begun to wonder if I was a lesbian, which amused him greatly. He made me change my sexual orientation to “bisexual” on all my online profiles, and would tease me whenever another woman would flirt with me online, running his hands over my body and sliding his fingers between my legs as he made me read their words out loud. It was very dirty and a bit scary and shockingly erotic all at once, and even though I couldn’t actually see myself with another woman, the fantasy became a fun game in itself.

This morning started out as an ordinary Friday like any other. Mark was up and out before me, and had long since left by the time I got out of bed. I stumbled into the bathroom, showered, dressed, went into the kitchen to fix myself breakfast…

…and saw that he’d left my favorite vibrator sitting in the center of the kitchen table, a sheet of paper neatly folded next to it with my name written on it.

Instantly, my nipples hardened, and I couldn’t suppress the smile that grew across my face. I picked up the sheet of paper, and discovered a lacy push-up bra and a small lacy G-string beneath it. My grin got even wider as I unfolded the sheet of paper and read.

“My dearest Kiki Ann,

I have a most wonderful surprise planned for you this evening. I want you to be well-prepared for it, so I want you good and horny all day. I got you a new bra and a new pair of panties, which I’d like you to wear today. Also, I think it would be most appropriate xslot Giriş for you to wear your skirt and that blouse I like so much. To help get you in the proper mood, I’ve taken the liberty of getting out your vibrator for you. I’d like you to take it to work with you, and use it to tease yourself throughout the day.

Just to get things started, you should masturbate to orgasm right here in the kitchen. Enjoy it while you can; I want you to tease yourself later on today, but I don’t want you to have another orgasm until tonight, so you’ll be suitably horny.

I’ll call you later this afternoon. See you tonight!

xoxoxo Mark”

As I read, I felt myself getting more aroused still. My nipples stood out almost painfully, and I felt the tingling growing between my legs. Without a second thought, I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the kitchen floor. My bra followed; I ran my hands over my breasts as I stripped it off, then rolled my nipples through my fingers, pinching them lightly. I sat on the edge of the table and pull ed my shoes and socks off, then peeled off my practical, professional, and wholly inappropriate slacks.

Then, clad in nothing but a pair of thin white cotton panties, I lay back on the kitchen table and closed my eyes. I searched my memories of the past few days, trying to think of anything he might have said or done to drop some kind of hint about what he was up to, but nothing came to mind. Whatever it was, he’d been playing it close to the chest.

I ran my hands over my breasts again, feeling a damp spot growing on my panties. I began stroking very lightly, running my hands in slow, lazy circles over my breasts, barely touching them. My fingertips grazed lightly over my nipples, teasing them, causing the tingle between my legs to build. I smiled, savoring the sensation, feeling my body respond.

I began lingering over my nipples, flicking my fingernails against them and rolling them between my fingers, coaxing them to greater sensitivity. When they were achingly sensitive, jutting out diamond-hard, I carefully took each one between my fingers, pinching them lightly between thumb and forefinger.

I lay like that for a long moment, still smiling, caressing my nipples between my fingers, then suddenly clamped down, twisting and pulling them as hard as I could. I heard myself cry out at the deliciously sharp sensation. Warm wetness flooded between my legs, quickly saturating the panties and dripping down my thigh. I continued to pull on my nipples, twisting them sharply, as I rocked my hips, feeling the tight fabric move against my clit. I heard myself moan, the sound turning into a gasp when my nipples slipped suddenly out of my fingers.

I slid my hands over my breasts again, pressing my palms flat against my hypersensitive nipples, then began stroking my body. One hand slid up to my throat as the other moved downward, caressing my stomach and my thighs. I teased myself that way, my fingers lightly scurrying over my soaking panties, just barely missing the most sensitive places, the places I wanted most to touch.

Then, at last, when I could bear no more, I stopped, taking my hands away from my body and sitting up. I hopped off the table and picked up the vibrator. I sat down in one of the polished wood, high-backed chairs and leaned back, spreading my legs with my feet on the table. I slid my sodden panties down to my knees, leaving them there stretched taut between my legs, then slowly and deliberately drew one finger up along my pussy, parting my labia lips and slipping my fingertip directly over my clit. I drew a shuddering breath at the sensation, and felt the juices pour around my fingertip. I turned the vibrator on its lowest setting and leaned back in my chair, bringing it between my legs and running it lightly over my clit. The vibrations set up little shockwaves in my pussy, and I felt my juices dripping from me again. A small sound, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, escaped my lips. I rocked my hips in the chair, moving myself against the humming vibrator, as my other hand slid over my breast. My fingers found my aching nipple, and I began squeezing it, gradually increasing the pressure as I parted my legs wider and slowly slid the vibrator into my dripping pussy.

When the vibrator had penetrated me deeply, I clamped my muscles tightly around it and held it there, feeling the vibration working its magic. I masturbated that way, fingers clamping hard on my nipple as my other hand held the vibrator buried deep inside me. I rocked my hips against the hard, unyielding toy, my breathing deep and ragged. When I felt the orgasm begin building within me, I twisted the knob on the vibrator, cranking it instantly to its maximum speed. The vibrations slammed through me, wrenching the orgasm out of me; I threw my head back, a series of short gasping moans escaping from me as my pussy twitched and spasmed.

Then, as suddenly as it had come, xslot Güncel Giriş it was over. I turned the vibrator off and slid it out of me, then brought my legs together, the soggy panties hanging loosely between them. I released my nipple with a little squeak, feeling the sudden pain as the blood rushed into it. The vibrator was thickly coated with my creamy juices; I slid it into my mouth, savoring the taste as I licked it clean.

Then I stood, kicking aside the panties as they fell to the floor, and picked up the new clothing. I walked naked into the bathroom, leaving my discarded clothes lying on the kitchen floor, to try on Mark’s gifts.

The new panties left precious little to the imagination; they were little more than a tiny triangle of satin, with lace in the front, tapering to a narrow G-string in the back. They slid up the crack between my cheeks as I put them on. I pulled them up tight, then turned my back to the mirror, looking over my shoulder as I leaned over and waggled my ass, admiring how the panties exposed my butt.

Next came the bra. I slipped it on, watching how it pressed my breasts together, lifting them and creating cleavage I didn’t even know I had. I posed in front of the mirror, running my hands over my body, turning this way and that. I felt incredibly sexy and feminine, the skimpy underwear accenting the soft curves of my body.

I went into the bedroom and rummaged in the closet, finding the skirt and blouse he’d told me to wear. The skirt, black and dark purple , ended well above my knee; Mark liked it because he appreciated what he called the “easy access” it allowed. The blouse was a white satin button-up number that fit me very tightly; with the added boost of the push-up bra, the thin material strained across my breasts.

Mark hadn’t specified what kind of shoes to wear, so I picked out a pair of boots I knew he’d like-dark leather, nearly knee-high, with a short heel. Long black socks completed the ensemble.

I returned to the bathroom to check out the effect. Dark red hair, short and spiky; pale skin, lightly dusted with freckles; hazel eyes; curvy, perky breasts straining against the tight white blouse; short skirt; long boots… I felt deliciously naughty. I ran my hands over my breasts again, pinching and squeezing my sensitive nipples until they stood erect, and turned sideways, admiring the effect in the mirror. I lifted my skirt, waggling my hips back and forth, until I could see the lace peeking out beneath it, and grinned impishly. It was a very sexy outfit, no doubt about it; almost, but not quite, too sexy to wear to the closing this morning…

..The closing! I’d gotten so carried away I’d almost forgot about it, and now I was running late. I scooped up my purse and dashed for the door, pausing only to snatch the vibrator off the kitchen table where I’d left it. I raced for my car, and drove to the office like a woman possessed. Fortunately, the morning commute had died down, and little traffic stood in my way.

I made it to the office with five minutes to spare, and waltzed into the conference room precisely on time, a stack of papers under my arm.

The closing went smoothly. I couldn’t really concentrate; my mind was occupied with what Mark might have in store for me this evening, and my arousal was like a steady background hum, keeping me from focusing. Twice during the proceedings, when I shifted in my chair I felt my own wetness, which made me feel delightfully, deviously naughty.

At one point, about midway through the closing, while the loan officer droned on and on about the finer points of fixed and variable rate interests, my mind wandered to the vibrator in my purse. A little tingle of excitement shot through me at the thought of masturbating right here at work, and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face…or keep my nipples from hardening. I fantasized about taking myself right here on the conference room table, imagined what it would be like to strip myself naked, spread my legs wide, and attack myself rough and hard with my vibrator until I screamed in ecstasy. I closed my eyes as I pictured myself getting on my hands and knees and licking the puddle of wetness from the smooth, polished table, imagined the thrill I’d get from bringing a client into the conference room the next day for a boring, ordinary closing, secretly knowing what I’d done to myself right thee on that very table…

Nobody else took any notice. The buyers, a young newlywed couple, were purchasing their first house, and were much too excited to pay the slightest attention to anyone else. The loan officer was bored and disinterested; this probably wasn’t his first appointment of the day, and it certainly wouldn’t be his last.

At last, the paperwork was all signed and the closing was over. I shook hands with the happy buyers, noticing that the husband’s eyes swept me from head to foot as I did, and smiled inwardly, wondering if he’d be thinking about me later that night. I made polite small talk with the loan officer for a couple of minutes, then excused myself and headed for the ladies’ room. I locked myself in one of the stalls, then sat on the toilet seat, leaning my head back, and pinched my nipples through my blouse.

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Dedicated to Katie M., a devoted reader and a true submissive. This is a continuation of her fantasy. Perhaps her Mistress will allow her to read this story and finger herself to a climax.

WARNING: This story contains a watersports scene. It also involves lesbian sex.

It’s not necessary to read Chapters 01-04 to read this story, although it does provide additional background.

Katie Miller– 29 year old lesbian working for a real estate developer as an in-house attorney. Full figured woman of average stature with ample breasts and strawberry blonde hair. After bungling an important work assignment she agrees to “do anything” to make it right with her company’s outside counsel, Demetrius (“Demi”) Giannopoulos.

Demi Giannopoulos — late 40’s woman of Greek heritage, managing partner of a Manhattan based law firm. Has secretive personal life that is revealed to Katie in steps — that she is a Domme by nature and enjoys watching Katie submit to her as well as others. Tall, attractive, dresses well and loves to wear sexy lingerie.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.

Chapter Five

I was madly in love with Mistress.

She was, in my humble view, a Greek Goddess.

I fell into a “relationship” with Demi in the oddest possible way. I basically screwed up a work assignment for her because I was daydreaming about her instead of doing the work I was assigned. I fell on my knees to beg for forgiveness and instead I ultimately received her love. Well, that’s my interpretation of what transpired, my submission to her and her unconventional ways of expressing her love to me.

As a lawyer I was trained to research issues. In my case, I didn’t understand the world I was being pulled into. I put the word “relationship” in quotation marks because my relationship with Mistress was not a relationship in a traditional sense, you know, a relationship between equals, or as much as you can make it equal. In many cases a traditional relationship will fail because one of the parties doesn’t feel he or she is an equal member of the relationship. I’ve had a number of those relationships, most of them where I felt that I was the second class citizen and deserved better. Those relationships were doomed to failure and did fail.

My “relationship” with Mistress was different. At the outset, there was an explicit agreement that she would control all aspects of our interaction. She would text me with directions or would give those directions to me in person. I would obey. I would be punished if I failed to obey. There no was lack of clarity in our relationship.

I found that I was eager to willingly surrender complete control and that I craved Mistress’s approval above all else. Mistress had unexpectedly tapped into a bottomless well of desire. My research revealed that I was in a classic dominant/submissive relationship and that I exhibited all the characteristics of a submissive. To obey without question. To crave the approval of the dominant. To be sexually aroused by the transfer of control. All of it applied to me. But a question still remained. What were the depths of my submission to her? The exploration of those depths was one of the exciting elements of our relationship.

But how could such a relationship be sustained? I reflected on that question as well. I believed that the foundation of a long-term D/s relationship is trust. Could I completely trust Mistress? Did she trust me? She had already taken me completely out of my comfort zone. I hadn’t had sex with a man in years, and yet she had me spreading my legs for a complete stranger. She valued her privacy. She trusted me with her most closely guarded secret — that she was a lesbian (or bisexual?) and that she derived sexual pleasure from watching others have sex. We both had implicit trust in the other.

I was learning that being a submissive was an exercise in patience and restraint. After my last session with Mistress the waiting began again. It was already a week of silence and I had heard nothing from Mistress. I was in my office on a normal workday when a Federal Express delivery person came to my office. I thought it was a bit unusual, as the mailroom typically took all deliveries and then had the packages brought up to my office.

“I’m surprised you’re here. Shouldn’t you be delivering all packages to the mailroom?” I asked Mr. FedEx.

“You’re right ma’am. But this package requires your signature.” He presented me with an electronic tablet. I signed and took the package.

It was a package with the return address of a jeweler in another state. I was puzzled. I hadn’t ordered anything that I could remember. I tore open the cardboard box and found xslot a wrapped present inside. The package was wrapped in red foil and had a large white bow on it. I used my scissors to cut the package open, only to find a velvet covered jewelry case inside. I opened the hinged lid slowly and found inside a heavy gold rope necklace with a small heart shaped pendant engraved with the letter “M” in cursive, surrounded by small diamonds and rubies. The beauty of the necklace took my breath away.

I opened the small card that was inside the jewelry case. It read as follows:

To “K,” my sweet pet. “M”

I was overjoyed. Tears came to my eyes. The “M” on the pendant was for Mistress. She wanted me to wear this close to my heart. I ran to the ladies’ room and put the necklace on in front of the mirror. It was perfect.

I walked back to my office, radiating a glow from this most intimate gift from Mistress. My assistant stopped me on the way back.

“Lovely necklace. Present for yourself?”

I hadn’t thought about what I would tell others. I couldn’t tell them the truth. “Yes, the “M” is for Miller.”

“It looks great on you.”

I went back to my office, clutching the pendant in my hand and thinking about Mistress. She did love me. I wondered when she would say it out loud to me. Her pedestal just got a few feet higher. I hoped for a message from her but didn’t receive one that day. I banished the thought of texting her a thank you. I knew that Mistress wanted to control our communications. Patience and restraint, I told myself.

The next day another package arrived. This time I signed eagerly, and then shut my office door to see what Mistress had sent me. I ripped open the package like a child at Christmas. It was a vibrator. But not one I’d used before. It was a “rabbit” that looked like a cactus. The main shaft was shaped like a phallus, and there were two “arms,” the shorter one to stimulate my clitoris and the longer one to insert in my ass. It came with a set of batteries and a detailed instruction book.

As with the other gift there was a card inside:

To my sweet bunny rabbit, A rabbit for your pleasure. Use it every night, but don’t be a naughty girl and cum without my permission! “M”

I looked at the outside packaging:

Versatile and pleasure-packed vibrator with a wide range of functions for never-ending naughty fun!

Features 3 extensions that deliver mind-blowing internal and external stimulation!

Anal probe for backdoor pleasure!

Main shaft for inner stimulation and exciting G-spot massage!

Clitoral stimulator with a flat head for complete clit coverage and arousal!

Programmed with 8 exciting speeds for each motor, 3 intense vibration modes, and 8 rotation patterns — can be varied to create more than 500 pleasure combos!

Loaded with 3 powerful motors for triple the pleasure

Rotating beads in the shaft for enhanced inner stimulation!

Waterproof sex toy that you can use in the bath or shower for erotic water fun!

That insidious woman! Giving me a device designed to ignite my body and then telling me not to turn on the flame. She was obviously testing my powers of restraint. My powers of restraint were poor to begin with. Just ask the empty carton of ice cream in my trash bin. Once I opened a carton of ice cream I was unable to stop until all of it was gone. How was I going to use this magical device and not cum? I shoved the vibrator back in its packaging and put it into my briefcase. I tried to forget about it and get back to work.

The suspense was killing me. Not more than fifteen minutes later I put the batteries in the vibrator, secreted it in my purse and made my way to the ladies’ room. I checked the stalls. They were all empty. I chose the stall farthest from the door and locked it. I sat on the front of the toilet seat and pulled down my panties to my ankles. Wet of course. Mistress was right. I was a wanton slut. My restraint lasted exactly fifteen minutes. I turned the vibrator on its lowest setting. It made a faint buzzing noise that I prayed couldn’t be heard outside my stall. I slid the longer middle shaft easily into my sopping wet pussy and then pulled it out and inserted each of the arms in my pussy to lubricate them. Then I re-inserted the longer shaft inside my pussy and the anal probe inside my ass. The shortest arm was vibrating directly on my clit.

Oh fuck. The claim on the packaging was spot on. It claimed that the rabbit could “deliver mind-blowing internal and external stimulation.” I felt as if I was touching a live wire. Every single pleasure receptor in my body was screaming with delight. Somehow while pursuing orgasmic bliss I heard the door open to the restroom. Apparently the buzzing noise was much louder than I thought. A voice from the other side of the door said, “Are you OK?”

Shit. It was my assistant Melanie. I was so amped up and nervous that when I pulled out the vibrator to turn it off I dropped xslot Giriş the juice slickened device on the floor. It clattered on the tile floor, travelling across it as it continued to buzz. I lunged for it but missed as it skittered across the floor and underneath the stall door. My worst nightmare! I saw Melanie’s hand reach down and pick it up. Moments later I heard it turned off.

How was I going to explain this?

I cleaned myself up the best I could with toilet tissue paper and then pulled up my panties. I opened the stall door. Melanie was facing me, holding the vibrator between her fingers, and grinning widely.

“Lose something?”

I held out my hand. She put the vibrator in it.

“Thank you,” I said sheepishly.

“My pleasure … or I guess I should say ‘Your pleasure,'” she replied with a giggle.

“I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry you had to see this. Can we forget this just happened?” I asked, knowing full well this was something you could NEVER forget.

“Of course,” she chirped, then turned around to wash her hands. I dropped the vibrator in my purse and slipped out of the restroom, grateful that Melanie had turned away to allow me a small shred of dignity.

I returned to my office and shut the door. My heart was still hammering in my chest. I didn’t think I could ever live down the embarrassment of that moment. Why couldn’t I have just waited until I got to the privacy of my bedroom to have tried out this devilish device? The answer was simple — I lacked self-restraint. Tonight would be another test.

The rest of the workday crawled by. No messages from Mistress. Thankfully Melanie decided to avoid my office. I’m not sure I could have faced her again. I was out of there at exactly 5 p.m., taking a route to the front door that would bypass Melanie’s cube.

I arrived at my apartment and shed my coat and stripped down to my bra and panties. I went into the fridge, poured myself a full glass of chardonnay and then proceeded to guzzle it. I was halfway through my second glass when I was calm enough to pull Mistress’s gift from my purse. I still had on her necklace, and nervously fingered the pendant as I perused the instructions.

I experimented with it, picking a speed, vibration, and rotational pattern. What happened to the old days when a vibrator had just an “on” and “off” switch? I flung myself on the bed and then shed my bra. I then went for my panties and much to my disgust found that they were sopping wet. Of course, the humiliation of today’s event made me randy. Crap, I really was turning into a slut. I was going to get myself off. How would Mistress know?

Then my phone chimed.

Demetria G: You naughty girl. Don’t cum without permission!

Fuck. Is my entire life an open book? How did she know I was about to fire up the vibrator and make myself cum? Now I was panicked. I was certain I couldn’t lie to her with a straight face. I didn’t want to disappoint her and I sure as hell didn’t want to be punished. The ruler she used on me last time hurt like hell and the red marks on my ass were still evident.

But here I was. Naked on my bed with a vibrator in my hand. I went into the top drawer of my nightstand and took out a bottle of lube. I lubed up the vibrator and turned it on. I pushed the vibrator inside of me and of course it went in effortlessly as I was practically dripping like a faucet. The effect was even better than that afternoon. My adjustments to the vibration and rotation of the vibrator advanced me quickly to the brink of a head splitting orgasm.

Right as I was about to cum I had the mental image of Mistress pounding my ass with her wooden ruler. I jerked the vibrator out of me and yelled at the ceiling, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I lay on my bed gasping for breath as my orgasm denied literally knocked the wind out of me. The vibrator was still incessantly buzzing on my bed. I had to squelch the thought of throwing the vibrator against the wall, smashing it into a thousand pieces.

My phone chimed again.

Demetria G: Does bunny rabbit want to cum?

She was asking me a question. I was given permission to reply.

Katie M: Yes please Mistress.

Demetria G: In due time my pet.

I don’t think a text message ever made me cry. I was sobbing uncontrollably. I wanted to see Mistress. I wanted to cum. My life was shit. I cried myself to sleep without any supper.

Chapter Six

The next day wasn’t much better, in fact it was worse. The day started with a staff meeting. Melanie of course was there and although she probably wasn’t laughing at me every time I looked at her I saw a smile that I read as a laugh. I suspected everyone else in the room knew as well (even though I trusted Melanie with many secrets, not just this one). I was sweating, even though the room was air conditioned.

The rest of the day dragged on. I checked my phone every 15 minutes for a text from Mistress. Of course nothing. When the clock xslot Güncel Giriş finally registered 5 p.m. it was back to my apartment. This time I decided to eat dinner first and then address the instrument of torture. I had three glasses of wine with dinner so was feeling no pain when I picked up Mr. Rabbit. I was probably wetter than the day before and cursed the betrayal of my body. The more the humiliation, the wetter I became. I turned the rabbit to its lowest setting and this time pushed it in slowly. It was heavenly. The ascent was slower and agonizing. Could I obey Mistress?

“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried to no one. I was going to cum.

Again, the image of Mistress with a scowl on her face flashed before my eyes. I reluctantly pulled the vibrator from my pussy, swore at the heavens, and then tried to watch television to take my mind off of my need. I was wholly unsuccessful, but at least I didn’t cry when I finally fell asleep.

The next day was more of the same. Interminable staff meetings, imagined laughing from Melanie and the staff, and one or two changes of panties. It was drawing close to 5 p.m. when my phone chimed.

Demetria G: Be at my house at 7 p.m. Bring rabbit.

Yes! I would be able to see Mistress. She would let me cum, wouldn’t she? I was elated. Then I realized I didn’t know where she lived. And I didn’t have her address. Mistress would punish me if I asked her, since her text did not give me permission to reply. I pulled out her firm phone directory and started calling the associates that I knew worked for her. On the fourth try I finally got someone who was in her office. It was Allison, one of her paralegals.

“Allison, thank God you’re at your desk. Can you give me Demi’s home address?”

“Who is this?”

“Sorry, this is Katie.”

“Katie who?”

“Katie Miller, remember we worked on the construction contract together?”

“Oh yeah,” she replied, chuckling. “You were the one that didn’t read the revisions to the contract.”

Oh shit. Does everyone have to remind me of that fuck-up? “Yes, that’s me.”

“Well we aren’t allowed to give out personal information like that.”

It was already 5:45. I only had an hour and a quarter to get the address, go home and change, and then go to Mistress’s house, wherever that might be. My impatience was about to boil over.

“Look, I have something that I need to deliver to her.”

“I’d be happy to give it to her in the morning. Why don’t you bring it over here to our office?”

Regrettably, I exploded. “Look you little bitch. Just give me the fucking address. I’m a client of the firm and …” The line went dead. “Hello?” I slammed the phone in the cradle.

One more try and then I would have to text Mistress and admit defeat. I called Stacie Johnstone, a senior associate. She flirted with me a few times and was definitely staring at my tits when we were working together in a small conference room. Stacie was an attractive closeted lesbian. The scuttlebutt in the office was that Stacie was a butch lesbian who loved attractive women. I was running out of time. Unfortunately Stacie was my last best hope.

“Hello Stacie, this is Katie Miller.”

“Katie, good to hear from you. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” she said in a smarmy tone of voice.

“I need Demi’s home address. I have to deliver something to her tonight. It’s an important document that she asked me to personally deliver.” That should have done it, especially with my embellishment.

There was a momentary pause. “No can do. I’d get fired for giving out personal information, especially Demi’s address. You know how crazy she is about her privacy.”

“But this is urgent.”

Another pause. Unfortunately Stacie was as smart as she was attractive. “Wait a second. If Demi asked you to deliver a document to her house, how come she didn’t give you her address?”

Shit. She got me there. It was time for true desperation. “Look Stacie, this is a personal matter. I swear I won’t tell her that you gave me her address and you won’t get in trouble for this.”

“Well … I don’t know.”

There was no time to mince words. “Stacie, I’ll go down on you in your office if you give me her address.”

I could see the hamster wheel in her head spinning wildly. “Uhhh, can I fondle your tits too?” I’m sure that was her pussy talking.

“Yes, now give me the fucking address.”

She gave me the address, and now I had exactly one hour to be at Mistress’s house.

I flew out of my office, hit the elevator button fifty times, raced out into the street and grabbed a cab and was back in my apartment in a record breaking fifteen minutes. I took a quick shower, changed into a denim skirt and tight white V-neck t-shirt and dashed down to the street to catch a cab. Mistress was about ten minutes away if I was lucky. As I was checking my purse for my wallet I realized I left the rabbit in my apartment. God damn it! I went back to my apartment, grabbed the rabbit and went back down to the street. Fortunately Mistress lived uptown and not crosstown so the cab ride only took eight minutes. I arrived at Mistress’s apartment building at 6:59 p.m. Panting, I pushed the “call” button on the intercom.

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