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Significant Others

“There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.”
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– Mark Twain

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1

It was another night, with another one of Catherine’s perfectly prepared dinners on a finely set table; candle lit, the red wine poured: when Frank was offered another opportunity to have a civilized conversation with her. Cat still believed that the guy she’d met a year ago was still somewhere inside there: the guy that was easy going, smart and had nice things to say and did nice things too, just for the sake of doing them.

They ate their Friday night dinner in silence, just as they’d had the night before and the night before that. Frank made short, quick work of his stuffed pork chop and roasted potatoes, eating the way he fucked, while Catherine shot hopeful, furtive glances in his direction, slowly cutting slices of her meat, carving her boneless chop into the shape of a diamond. Whoever he’s turned into might hate me, but he sure doesn’t hate my food.

Frank popped another chunk of meat into his mouth, and sighed wearily as he chewed. Catherine watched him looking over her shoulder into the living room. And there he goes, she thought, even if there was a remote to turn me on, he still wouldn’t be as interested. Is this who you really are Frank? What about me? Who am I with you? Where did the me I liked go?

Catherine knew her authentic self was hidden somewhere between her good cooking, her work as a secretary in a dental office and the growing distance she felt in the small apartment she’d rented. Cat couldn’t express herself freely. She felt lost in her own home. Frank’s more regular anger and hostility had gagged her; woven a sprawling web of tension, the threads of which he’d drop long enough at night to coax her into sex, only to pick them back up in the morning.

Yes, work was hard, every day, day in and day out. Yes, people could suck, suck really bad sometimes, but why did she have to be the one who suffered for it?

Was Frank really that superior to Catherine? Did he really deserve the latitude it took to criticize or demean Catherine the way he did? He came from being a friend, just as Hannah was, had been, a friend. What had Frank exploited in Catherine that Hannah never had? Hannah never played the superiority card or mocked her in public. Oh you’re so needy Cat, he’d say. But, when he wanted his dick sucked, he’d do some house hold chore or tell her he loved her. Then, when he got what he wanted, he’d start avoiding her all over again.

Frank left his seat, flicked on the TV, and then returned with the remote.

“Are we still on for your sister’s tomorrow?” Cat asked, breaking the silence as she reached for another slice of bread.

“What?” answered Frank, looking at Catherine as if she’d suddenly appeared before his eyes, “Uh, no. I actually have to be on a job site tomorrow. Boss says we have to use what good weather we get to get those foundations in Montbury poured.”

It was just as well. Frank had absolutely nothing in common with his brother -in-law and Catherine was relieved that she didn’t have to stomach Marina’s not so subtle digs and slights. God, where had they come from? Neither Frank or Marina’s mom and dad were like that, at least not when they were all together anyway; though Mrs. Pompano definitely seemed like she had a mean streak she could pierce her husband with when no one was looking.

“Ease up on the bread Cat, would ya’?” Frank requested between bites of potato.

Frank hadn’t even looked at her as he made the remark. Cat stopped mid chew. The liquid churning in her gut suddenly seemed loud enough for them both to hear while the acid of his words bubbled their toxicity, leaving yet another corrosive mark on her already disintegrating self respect. Frank was like Hannah that way: we should only be talking about me; we should only be doing what I want to do; you should only be telling me what I want to hear.

Catherine wondered When exactly she’d given up trying to exert some level of influence on the prick. When did I stop trying to express my needs and wants? When he stopped believing they were important, was her answer. Retreating from the world became important to Frank. Refueling with food or relaxing through sex he’d coerce Catherine to have with him had become the top priorities. And now the weight gain; slowly but surely mounting. It wasn’t that Catherine suddenly stopped looking good. She wasn’t ignorant to the fact that she was still being noticed by other guys. But, the extra fat looked its worst when she was undressed, and all Frank seemed to notice were the few more pounds and all the other things that set him off.

Casually, Catherine placed her fork by the side of her dish, and then took her glass of wine. She drank three good gulps before setting the glass back down. Frank continued to watch TV as he stuffed a chunk of bread and a wedge of potato into his mouth. This has to be my fault, she thought. No other man, her ex-husband or the two other men that followed, didn’t stay around göztepe escort long enough to become like Frank. I found him. I found Hannah. They didn’t find me. Hannah- Another layer of regret, sickening her, washed over the radiation of Frank’s remark. Hannah and Cat worked at least. She might not have ever said that she appreciated Catherine through words, but Cat couldn’t count the sheer number of times Hannah had expressed it with her eyes or through the gesture of a small gift or favor.

“I bought the bread for you because you expect bread on the table.” Catherine intoned, casting her eyes down at her plate, “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have it in the house.”

“Okay then,” replied Frank; boring his eyes into the top of her head, “So don’t eat anymore of it.”

Catherine winced, and took a deep breath. Just as Frank had devolved into some vicious prick, he’d turned Cat into someone else. She turned into someone who said she liked or disliked or held the opinions he held. What if I don’t, she thought. He’ll get worse. I keep trying to please him, but he’s only getting worse. It was if a chain reaction of desiccation had started in the still smoldering ashes of her lust and starved the roots of her soul, drying it so that the stems and petals of it pulled away from her consciousness, drying and cracking into a shell of its former self.

Who knows? Maybe he’s saving his nice guy persona for the other woman he’s fucking. How had he devolved into such an asshole? No, Catherine thought, he skipped ass hole and went right to mother fucker. Her apatite totally lost, Cat got up from the table, and brought her dish to the sink. She scraped the remains of her meal into the trash, and found herself suddenly remembering exactly why she’d stopped jilling off with Hannah all those years ago.

She was home, back in her parent’s place, alone, doing the laundry. No one else was home. The washing machine was vibrating in its way, so Catherine decided to take off her jeans and undies, and get on for a ride. She discovered that if she straddled one corner just right, eased her clitty thingamabob forward in just such a way, that what Hannah had showed her how to do would just about make her drool. And it did. It did make her drool, a thin line worming its way down and off the middle of her bottom lip. Her dad could have snuck out just as quietly as he’d walked in and found her. He could have told her mom what he’d seen, and asked her to talk to her daughter about it. And Cat might have become quite discreetly self satisfied on a regular basis, if her mom had addressed it in a different way than the way she had.

But, as it happened: Mr. Wisneuski chose to shout “What the holy fuck Catherine” at the top of his lungs, which caused her to simultaneously jump, scream and shoot a thick stream of urine; which made it so that she slipped off the washing machine, landed with her naked ass smacking the hard cement floor, only to roll over to expose her bruised buttocks, and the backs of her thighs, to an extensive spanking from Mrs. Wisneuski, with what she seemed to recall was the long handled cast iron shovel they used to clean the ash out of the fire place.

“Hey Cat; take a break.” Frank told her, “I’ll clear the rest of this up.”

No; Frank wasn’t stupid. It was true; he had a certain knack for making you feel guilty and indebted to him. It was probably one of the major tools in his repertoire when dealing with people on the job, and probably what put him where he is today. So Catherine could do nothing but feel obligated to give him what he wanted, especially when he reminded her of this or that nice thing he did or got for her the week or month before. It was remarkable, how the look in his handsome face, his impressive stature and those suddenly, briefly, pleasant, words he spoke could literally change her feelings and emotions, drown out her self respect and kindle the chemical fires she needed to get horny again.

But, tonight, Catherine suddenly didn’t feel so much like pretending. She didn’t shrug or acknowledge him in any way, other than to simply go back to the table and fill herself up another glass of wine. She realized that she’d been loving him in secret, giving her body to him in total silence, a peace offering, white as the dove, and as clear as the sign of the olive branch. And Frank, Frank was the flood, the deluge Cat’s friends and family saw still rising in spite of her best efforts. Catherine never asked for Hannah’s advice, but she gave it, once, an honest, clear warning: “I don’t like that look in his eye Cat. Use him and lose him.” And that was that. It was rare for Hannah to give more than she thought she needed in the way of words.

So there Catherine was; trudging through cluttered emotions, forced down by the weight of her guilt, never bringing Frank back around when she met up with her parents, sisters or when she used to meet up with Hannah. And even then, Frank was never a topic of conversation. Frank was nothing. He was unfit, and Catherine felt çorlu escort totally stupid for it. Another year of my life has been wasted. I’m done.

The acid churning in Catherine’s gut suddenly felt hotter, and seemed as if to rise. She thought the wine was coming back up, and then she thought again. She stepped out of the kitchen, and felt the heat rise higher, like molten lava, pass her throat, pause behind her eyes, tickle her tear ducts, and then crawl up into her mind. Catherine gulped her wine as the heat inside her head turned into a hive of wasps; a swarm of at least a thousand, busily working their scat into a big shit nursery of ten thousand safe little holes for their maggoty little babies and for their pampered and protected little queen.

Finished in the kitchen, Frank poured himself another glass of wine before finally heading into the living room. A moment later, Catherine came back down the hall. Stepping into the kitchen, she took the bottle of wine from the table, searched the drawers and cabinets for a few more items, and then made her way back down the hall. Ten minutes more and Frank was asleep on the couch, as was his Friday night protocol.

His routine was predictable: come home, eat, watch TV, drift off into sleep, wake up at around a quarter after ten, take a shower, get into bed, and start tapping determinately on Catherine’s ass. Tonight though: Frank’s schedule was thrown off. He woke up a little earlier, nearly a quarter to ten. Golf was still on. Catherine wasn’t there to commandeer the remote during his sleep, to lower the volume like she always did and put on something about cooking, interior design or chicks who wanted to be loved unconditionally.

Then he noticed it, a rank undertone to the remnant odor of the stuffed chops and the roasted potatoes still emanating from the kitchen; their former fragrance fowled by some horrible odor. Had the toilet backed up again? Frank had tended to the repair the last time, no thanks to Cat’s landlord, and he’d given her shit about it for two weeks straight. He had to keep calm this time. That was two weeks without head. He wasn’t making that mistake twice.

“Uh, Cat!?!” called Frank, “What the Hell is that smell?”

Catherine didn’t answer. Frank headed down the hall. He stopped in the bathroom, flipped on the light and stepped inside. Lifting the toilet’s lid, he found nothing. Maybe Cat went and just didn’t leave the fan on long enough. It wouldn’t be out of character. She never left the fan on long enough. Frank stepped back out of the bathroom, and moved down the hall. Grimacing in response to the stench’s sudden intensity, he knocked on Catherine’s bedroom door.

“Cat?” Frank repeated, starting to actually be concerned about her welfare, “Are you okay?”

Frank pushed the door open, and covered his mouth; not only because he’d hit a virtual wall of God awful stink, but because he was completely and utterly astonished. Catherine was laying, propped up, and on her side of the bed, entirely naked, with her ankles crossed as she casually flipped through one of her women’s magazines. On Frank’s side of the bed, spread parallel to Cat’s hip, was a red and white vinyl table cloth, and folded neatly up in quarters. Upon the checked cloth was a clean white serving plate. Collected neatly on the plate, taking up most of its circumference, was an artful arrangement of a brown sauce drizzled, meat ball and sausage link presentation of Catherine’s shit. Placed perpendicularly between Cat and her shit was an extremely large and pointy kitchen knife, and a dessert fork.

Reaching for her glass of wine, Cat regarded Frank coolly. He’s too surprised to yell. That’s good, she thought as she set her drink back down. Cat then took her magazine, curled the pages she’d already read under the pages she had yet to read, and then tucked the magazine under her left hip.

“What the fuck Cat!” Frank exclaimed as Catherine reached for her knife and fork, “What are you thinking!?!”

“I was thinking you wanted dessert.” Cat answered flatly as she plunged her fork into a particularly juicy end of log and proceeded to cut it away with the knife.

Frank stared in disbelief as Catherine raised the chunk of shit at the end of her fork, and held it before him.

“So here.” She continued, “Come and get it.”

“Cat!”

“Frank. I decided that I’ve taken yours long enough. So, here’s the deal: you come over here and eat my shit for a change or…”

“You’re out of your fucking mind Cat!” Frank shouted.

“Lower your voice mother fucker.” Catherine hissed through clenched teeth as she raised the large knife in her other hand, “Or-“

Catherine paused, taking three breaths through flared nostrils. Frank stepped back, his hands over his nose.

“Or,” Catherine went on, “You can take what you need right now, and go back to your mother’s house. You will find the rest of your stuff in boxes on the front step tomorrow afternoon. Don’t bother leaving the key. I’ll be changing ümraniye escort the locks.

“But Cat-“

“But Cat nothing mother fucker! You see this mouth?”

Catherine brought the chunk of shit toward her lips. Then, as Frank looked on in bewilderment and horror, Catherine poked the morsel into her mouth, chewed and swallowed.

“Don’t ever think that your dick is ever getting back in here bitch. Now go.”

It was another five minutes before Frank slammed the door to her apartment for the last time, and Catherine was alone with her scat. She knew the laxative would be effective, but didn’t expect it to work as quickly as it had. She regarded her feces for a moment, lingering her gaze along the composition of its arrangement. Fork still in hand; Cat used it to cut another piece, just one more piece. Cat smiled to herself as she recalled the look on Frank’s face. She suddenly felt very good, though the taste in her mouth was as awful as the smell in her bedroom. But, her effect on the man was priceless. Are you nuts? It’s not the kind of meal that can ever be even half bad.

She put her fork back down. Although; maybe, she mused, only to head off the thoughts before they got any darker. Again, Catherine looked at her shit and sighed as she ran a finger along one of her longer logs; pushing down the crinkles of it to make a lengthwise depression. She thought of Hannah again. Not that playing with shit or eating it reminded her of Hannah, but because being treated like it had. Catherine consulted the zodiac on her plate. Let me take this as a sign that I need to make a change. I think I’ll start going to the gym myself.

2

Dressed in only her watch and a stainless steel collar, Hannah lay in the plush carpet of Chase’s sowing room. Otherwise, she was permitted a thick pillow for comfort and Chase’s tablet for passing the time. Her mistress demanded total silence during the latter hour of their after care, so Hannah used the time to study. Chase sat in her sowing chair, an extra cushion between her bruised bottom and the seat; her pain dulled for the moment as she busied herself with the crafting of a new costume for her slave.

She was a good dome, Hannah thought, though she had no comparison. But wasn’t a bad doom or dome bad because they didn’t dominate often enough or play hard enough? She was reading everything she could about the world of kink through her tablet, but she still didn’t have an answer as to whether the pain was its sweetest through surrendering to it or through resisting it. She’d watched Chase climax under the effect of her weighted nipple and clit clamps. But still; seeing her tortured ecstasy didn’t reveal anything about what sort of war raged inside her mind.

Hannah would pose the question to Chase when the time came. As for herself, there was an element to her autism that caused pain, physical anyway, to be not so painful. Chase’s open hand smacks to her bare ass, the whacks with the wooden ruler and even the pinches of the staple remover, were phantom like in their intensity to Hannah, like tepid drops of rain. Or was it more psychological: the dom or dome coming with the pain as they resisted it and the sub coming with the pain as they surrendered to it because it reflected their scene personalities?

Hannah listened to Chase breathe softly as she carefully fished fabric under her machine’s needle plate and feed. She checked her watch. Ten silent minutes more and they could talk. Hannah focused her attention to her tablet’s screen. She opened the attachment of an e-mail from Chase; a copy of the mistress and slave contract. “I, Slave, with a free mind and an open heart; do request of my mistress that she accept the submission of my will unto her and to take me into her care and guidance, that we may grow together in love, trust and mutual respect. The satisfaction of her wants, desires, and whims are consistent with my desire as a submissive to be found pleasing to her. To that end, I offer her use of my time, proclivities, and skills.”

It was a scene prop, of course, a toy to take as seriously through pretending as the two parties cared to. Once Hannah signed the document, it would still have no legal validity; unless of course it was submitted as evidence in a court of law, concerning some crime that occurred as a result of just such a relationship. Yet, it was a contract of consent, a signifying of a slave’s commitment to the risk of scene play and the dangers of falling in love. If someone got hurt or killed, it wasn’t because someone else played too hard; it was because they loved too hard or were hopelessly insane with jealousy or psychological hurt.

“Further, I ask, in sincere humility, that My mistress accept the keeping of my body for the fulfillment and enhancement of our sexual, spiritual, emotional, and intellectual needs. To achieve this, she may have unfettered use of my body any time, anyplace, in front of anyone; to keep or to give away, as she will determine.” Hannah read her favorite part over twice. It was its fear factor that she found both tantalizing and repulsive. Yet she was perhaps more intrigued by the mystery than she was afraid of the consequences of future play, the unknown of it holding a certain appeal for her. Ultimately, it meant that Hannah would have to make her greatest leaps of faith; giving Chase the kind of trust she’d hadn’t given anyone in a very long time.

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“Hey there princess.” Whispered J from behind the door.

T sniffled and took a deep breath. “h, hey Daddy.”

“Wanna unlock the door for me so we can talk?” J said.

T paused for a few seconds and then stood. She slowly reached for the door handle and opened it for him.

When J saw her his heart melted. His little girl’s face was streaked with tears and her hair was a mess. T’s nose was running and she kept sniffling. He slowly walked in so he didn’t startle her and opened his arms for her.

T looked at him and knew that he was letting her take the lead for now. He didn’t want to push her and she realized that even though she had fucked up so thoroughly, he was here to stay. That one simple gesture, opening his arms for her was enough to calm her down and let her know that he was her safe place.

T sobbed and practically lept into J’s waiting arms.

“OH DADDY!” she cried when he wrapped her in his strong embrace, “I messed up so bad! Sara hates me now!”

She shook and new tears ran down her cheeks onto his shirt. “I don’t know, I.. Don’t… Know what to do!” She cried.

“Shhhh, baby girl. Daddy is here.” J whispered and just squeezed. He turned and moved them to the toilet, reaching down, he put the lid down and sat and pulled her onto his lap. She sat on his knees, her head buried against his chest and her arms wrapped around him and she just cried for a good five minutes, while he slowly rubbed her back and whispered “Shhhh, shhh, it’s ok baby girl. Daddy’s here.”

When T finally started to get herself under control, her breathing turning to adorable little shudders, J spoke.

“Baby, what happened? Chris and I got up and made coffee and were just starting breakfast when Sara came downstairs in tears and told us that you didn’t want to be her friend anymore? She said you shoved her and then ran away? What happened?”

T bowed her head as tears dripped on her Daddy’s shirt.

“Last night… When… When we were driving to the hospital I realized that Chris got hurt because of me!” J looked at her, completely baffled. T continued, “If I didn’t ask for Sara to come over, her Daddy wouldn’t have been driving, and he wouldn’t have been hurt. If it wasn’t for me, they’d be home and Chris would be totally ok! And their car wouldn’t be broken!”

J shook his head, “Oh T. You know better than that! We discussed this before! Remember when we talked, when we were first dating, about you blaming yourself for things you cannot control?”

T nodded and squirmed on his lap. She remembered that conversation well. She had done something just like this, but instead of doing it to a friend, it was to him. It was the catalyst for one of the first real punishment spankings she received from J. And it had helped so much. She was learning to ignore that yucky voice in her head that made her feel bad.

“Baby,” Chris continued as he rubbed her back. “I know it’s hard to ignore the yucky voice you told me about, but it’s important. You’re a wonderful little girl, and I’m here to stay. And your friends downstairs care about you, and they’re worried about you, and they’re not going anywhere either. You know that you can only control the things that you can and you need to remember that there are lots of things that you can’t. Sometimes bad things happen, princess and you need to remember that you aren’t to blame for things you didn’t do.”

T sniffed tuzla escort and nodded.

J hugged her close. “When Sara came over, she did because she wanted to be here. She wanted to have fun and play with you, you didn’t make her come over, and you also didn’t control the fact Chris couldn’t stay or that someone drank too much and chose to drive and happened to hit Chris’s car.”

T nodded again and for the first time, she started to let go of feeling guilty for this mess.

J tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear and turned her head to look in his eyes as he continued, “But, baby girl, you can control the way you choose to act, and the way you treat your friends. Sara is downstairs crying right now. Do you think it was ok to yell at her?”

T looked at the ground, “no, Daddy.”

J said, “and what about shoving her? Is that something we do to the people we care about and the people who care about us?”

T shook her head.

J put two fingers under her chin and lifted her face to look at his. “What do you think should happen now, little one?”

T’s tummy did a flip and she realized that she was in trouble, and not only that, but she deserved what was coming. She knew better than to hurt her friends like that and she also knew that giving in to the yucky voice was not ok.

She whispered “I’m gonna get a spanking.”

J gave her a squeeze. “Yeahhhhhhh, princess, you are. But first, we’re going to get you cleaned up and into some clothes and then you’re going to go downstairs to apologize to Sara.”

T nodded. “I’m sorry Daddy.”

J lifted her up off his lap and stood up. He stroked her hair and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I know you are baby girl. But I’m not the one you need to tell.”

J grabbed some tissues and held them up to her nose. “blow please.” T did and J wiped her nose. Then he ran a wash cloth under some warm water and wrung it out and cleaned up her face. He picked up a brush and slowly brushed out the tangles in her hair.

“OK baby girl.” J said as he set the heavy wooden brush next to the bathroom sink, “Daddy is going to head downstairs and have a talk with Sarah and Chris. I want you to put on some jamies and come down for breakfast when you’re ready. I want you to think about how Sara feels right now and bring a spanking implement down with you that you feel will be appropriate for your discipline, Ok?”

T nodded, blushing and J kissed her forehead.

He gave her bare bum a little swat and sent her to go put some jamies on and meet him, Chris, and Sara in the kitchen.

T put on a loose pink nighty with a fluffy kitten on the tummy. Then she looked in her underwear drawer. She was just reaching for her Hello Kitty panties when something caught her eye. There were a few light purple pull-ups in her drawer that she and J had bought for a time when she needed to play really little. They hadn’t used them yet, because T was hesitant to wear them, but today it just felt right to her to not be allowed her big girl panties. She grabbed a pair to bring down and had a look around the bedroom.

T thought about what it must have felt like to be rudely shoved away by a friend like she had done to Sara this morning. Tears welled up in her eyes and she sniffled. “No,” she thought, “No tears now. You earned this, now buck up and do what needs to be done.” pendik escort

T walked to the bathroom and was about to grab the heavy brush from the counter where J had left it when she noticed the wicked heavy plastic bath brush hanging up in the tub. She pulled it off and carried to the bedroom, then she opened her Daddys drawer and pulled the heavy leather belt out.

The belt was the scariest of all the implements they had. T hated it and it was reserved for her most serious punishments. T took a deep breath and grabbed her paci from the bedside table and popped it in her mouth. She suckled it as she picked everything up along with her teddy and nervously made her way down the stairs.

When T quietly stepped into the kitchen she saw Sara snuggled on Chris’s lap. Her eyes were all puffy and red from crying, but she attempted a little smile for T.

T felt her eyes well up again, seeing her smile. Even though she’d hurt Sara, that look said she was still willing to be her friend.

J stood at the counter cooking bacon for breakfast and he turned around when T walked to him. She gave him the pull ups first and he raised an eyebrow but she just nodded. Then she handed him the bath brush, and finally the belt. J’s heart broke for his little girl, knowing that she would not only be dreading the lickin he’d be giving her but that she understood the gravity of what she’d done and had brought the appropriate implements for what she felt she deserved. He was so proud of her.

T hugged her teddy to her chest and walked over to Sara and Chris. Chris let his little one get up and T put her paci and bear on the table. The two girls both let out a sob and crashed into eachother in a huge teary hug.

T spoke first, “Sara, I’m SO sorry for how I treated you this morning. You’ve been nothing but the best friend I’ve ever had and you didn’t deserve any of it. I hope I didn’t ruin our friendship.”

“Oh T, ” Sara cooed. “Never. You’ll never ruin our friendship. I’ll be here always and forever. Cross my heart.”

When they finally let go of each other T knelt down beside Chris.

She hugged him around the middle and said “Uncle Chris, I’m so sorry for the way I acted this morning. I was rude and everything I did was completely uncalled for and I hope you can forgive me and i can still have you as my uncle Chris.”

“T,” Chris said as he hugged her back “It’s already forgotten.”

T hugged him tight and got up and walked to her Daddy.

He hugged T close and whispered “I’m so proud of you little one.”

T blushed and hugged her Daddy tight.

“OK,” announced J “Enough of this moping around, let’s enjoy this yummy breakfast and we’ll finish the discussion about this in the living room after we fill our tummies.”

At the mention of the upcoming discussion, T gave a little groan and rubbed her bottom before they all sat down together and enjoyed a delicious breakfast of orange juice, steaming coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast. They didn’t hurry about munching, but T’s tummy definitely did butterflies while she ate.

When they were all finished up J took a sip of his coffee and looked over at his little button. “OK baby girl. Daddy is going to clean up the dishes now. I want you to let uncle Chris tuck your nighty up so your little bum is poking out and then bring one of these kitchen chairs maltepe escort to the living room. Once you’re done, you can go to the corner and wait for us to come have a chat, Ok?”

T looked at the ground with a blush and said “Yes sir.”

While J filled the sink and began clearing plates Chris looked at Sara. “Sara hunny, can you help uncle J with the dishes please?”

Sara nodded, “Yes Daddy.” And gave T a sympathetic look and a hug before going to help J.

“Uncle Chris,” T whispered with her cheeks turning fire engine red, “Could… Um… Could you please help pin up my nighty so my bare bottom shows?”

Chris smiled “of course baby girl. Do you need to go get a pin or…”

T blushed more. If that was even possible. “Nooo, on the bottom hem of all my nighties there’s a pin in case I’m… In case I need a spankin.”

Chris smiled, “That’s a clever idea, I should do that for Sara.”

Sara pouted and yelled from the sink, “DADDY!”

Chris chuckled.

“OK lil one. Turn around and we’ll get you done up.”

T turned around and put her hands on her face. She felt Chris’s rough fingers brush up her bottom as he lifted the hem of the nighty up to the neck and pinned it in place. The cool air made her backside feel extra exposed. Chris patted her pale bum and said “all done princess.”

T thanked him and grabbed her armless kitchen chair and brought it with her to the living room. She placed it in the middle of the quiet, empty room, sighed, and put her nose in the corner with her feet spread and hands on her head. She could hear the goings on in the kitchen as the three of them did the dishes chatting about little things as they cleaned. Every squeak of the floor made her heart skip a beat, knowing that could be the moment they walked in and she faced her fate.

Sara asked “Uncle J?”

“Yes Hun?” He turned to her.

She blushed a little bit and said, “What are the pull-ups for?”

“Well T and I discussed it a while ago and I thought it would be a good way for her to feel extra small sometimes. We haven’t used them yet, but T knows that when she does wear them, her bathroom privacy privileges are revoked and I may have her use them instead. I’ll be asking her about them in a bit, and she’ll explain why they’re here, Ok?”

Sara nodded and giggled a little when she heard T give an embarrassed sigh from the living room.

J unplugged the sink and said “Why don’t you two go to the living room. I’m pretty much done here, and I’ll be there to join you in a moment and we’ll get this little chat over with. Please don’t talk to T as she knows that when she’s in the corner, she’s not to be speaking. She’s supposed to be reflecting on her behaviour and the reason she’s being punished.”

Sara and Chris nodded gravely and walked into the living room and cuddled up on the couch.

T was sure that her face was going to spontaneously combust from the blushing, knowing that her pale bottom was poking out from the corner for everyone to see.

“Daddy,” Sara whispered, “I know that T is gonna get her bum spanking soon, but I wanted to tell you that her bum is really cute. I like seeing it, even though she has to have an ouchie spanking soon.”

T groaned as J walked in the living room carrying the bath brush, belt, and pull-ups. “What was that T?” He warned.

T stayed perfectly silent and still.

J nodded, “That’s what I thought.” He sat down on the chair and set the items down on the floor beside him. “OK, T. Come here please.”

T could feel the tears welling up again and they dripped down her cheeks as she walked to her waiting Daddy and stood between his open knees. She fiddled with her fingers until her Daddy took her hands and spoke.

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This story is a work of fiction. Thank you for taking the time to read this submission and is a sequential story. It starts out in Chapter 1, so start there in order to figure out what’s going on. Votes and feedback are appreciated. Enjoy!

And if you’re wondering about what Lisa did that she wishes all this done to her, just one more chapter after this one. Please be patient… I believe you will find it interesting, and for some people, enough to made them do just what Lisa thinks she deserves.

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Lisa’s Guilt – Chapter 4, Getting Serious

Janet did get up at each ring of the alarm clock to check on Lisa. After turning on the garage lights, and putting a halfhearted blow of the thin belt across Lisa’s back to make sure she was conscious, asked for names. Lisa would stir her very sore body, but didn’t signal in any way. Janet smiled at how wide apart and stretched out Lisa’s pussy lips were now. Not understanding how she could endure such pain. Both times Janet slid herself back into her warm, soft bed. Surely Lisa would give in soon. Well, then again, it would be nice if she didn’t!

Suddenly Janet sat upright in bed. Her eyes wide open and rapidly examining her surroundings. It was her bedroom, and she was in bed. But she had just been in the garage? She was relentlessly whipping Lisa with the thin belt… but wait! No… It was she that was now hanging by her hands and being whipped! But what the Hell????? She crossed her arms over her breasts for protection, finding her body hot and sweaty. How could she even think of such a thing! She had never thought about being tied up, much less be whipped! Was her subconscious playing tricks on her? Now taking more time to confirm where she was, she settled down to fact that it was just a dream.

Looking at the clock to see that it was only a little after 8:00, the light coming through the window was enough for Janet to get up and leisurely stroll to the bathroom. Pulling down her panties, she was amazed to see how her late last night’s clean panties were close to being soaked. But why? Thinking this early was hard, but then she remembered last night’s dream. She sat motionless on the toilet, again pondering about the changes that had occurred in her life over the past few hours. It wasn’t just the addition of realizing she liked doing nasty things to another woman, but also her actual physical actions she committed to Lisa in the garage last night. To get such pleasure out of touching her. What was it that her inner self desired to do? And more important, if she listened to her inner desires, what kind of woman was she going to become?

She simply sat there for several minutes thinking, without releasing her bladder, then remembered that she needed the Tupperware cup. Standing back up while kicking her panties off, she walked naked to get the container and check on her weekend guest. Turning on the lights, since there were no windows in the garage, she gave a strong ‘good morning’ slap on Lisa’s butt. Not hearing anything other than the usual moan, she remembered where they stood in the game.

“Well French-e, it’s morning time. Now it’s your choice to be taken down, have a nice breakfast sitting at a table with lots of orange juice, bacon, egg’s, and even sausage. And then have a nice long sleep in a very warm and soft bed. And it does seem to be a bit chilly in here… Especially for a naked woman as you to spend a night just hanging there! So all you need to do is simply TELL ME A FEW NAMES!! That’s it! That’s all! Just a name or two and your suffering will end! So just do it!!”

With her body in complete agony, her minds desire to remain in her present state overwhelmed her body’s desire for relief. She refused to give in. She kept her entire body motionless so as not to signal Janet she wanted to be taken down. So even though she figured that Janet had replaced the clips on her pussy lips with burning candles during the night, she had to continue to endure. Her punishment needed to continue!

Man, oh man! Did this take Janet by surprise. How could a person take all this pain when there was a way to end it all! Sure, she wanted to be treated like the was really being tortured to give information, but wasn’t she taking this too far? After picking up the Tupperware, Janet slowly turned and walked up to Lisa. With her free hand she now gently massaged Lisa’s breasts for several minutes before returning back to the bathroom.

While peeing into the container, Janet noticed how sexually wet she had already become. Well, she enjoyed playing with Lisa’s breasts, but did it affect her more than what she thought? Finished, and while wiping her entire bottom, even the soft touch to her pussy lips sent a lightning bolt of lust up her spine. Her mind recalled how good morning sex with Ron was. Should she get out her toy to masturbate after taking care of Lisa? Deciding she should take care of Lisa’s tortures first, but with a twist. Janet would have breakfast first.

Janet went to the kitchen to make şişli escort breakfast. Intentionally leaving the door open so Lisa could savor the mouthwatering aromas, Janet brewed the coffee, fried bacon and eggs, and toasted some bread in preparation of a busy day. She remained nude, deciding it really didn’t make any difference since there were only the two of them in the house. Both of them nude. But making today’s breakfast was different from any other time she had made it before. She had fried bacon many times before with just her bikini panties on, and those dam hot spatters of grease landing on her bare belly was very annoying. But today they didn’t bother her at all. She accepted the pain without physically moving, except finding her cunt muscles automatically tightening. This was weird! Well, people change as they grow older she remembered, so continued frying.

As she settled down to enjoy her breakfast, she again tried sorting out all the thoughts since Lisa arrived. By the she finished, she had come to some concrete resolves. She was not a Sadist, just because she was enjoying torturing Lisa. But she didn’t wish at all to torture someone who didn’t want to be tortured. She also enjoyed sexually touching Lisa, so why not continue touching her as much as she wanted. She herself got sexually stimulated from doing it, and it shouldn’t matter if Lisa liked it or not! In a torture chamber, the victim has no say in the matter. In fact, the victim has to endure whatever is done to them. She was now going to really let lose on Lisa, with no mercy or hesitation. This is role Lisa wanted Janet to play, so let’s play! Janet was to play the role of a Nazi interrogator to the hilt. Perhaps even dressing as one. She did have a black leather vest and matching mini skirt. Well, maybe later.

As for ways to torture Lisa to make her talk, the whippings and clips weren’t the only things the Nazis would have used. She was going to do whatever she could think of, as long as it didn’t permanently mark her. While finishing her coffee, she tried to remember anything done to torture people from books she read, or even seen in movies. These were hard to recall now since she never paid much attention to them before. But for right now, why not another good whipping.

After placing her container of urine in the refrigerator, Janet walked into the garage and released the hair rope so Lisa could raise her head to look at Janet as she spoke. Then leaning up against the workbench with crossed arm’s the only thing covering her body, started speaking.

“Well Miss French bitch. Didn’t you have a good night’s sleep? I did, and in a nice warm soft bed. And I had a nice hot breakfast. You choose not to. What a stupid whore you are. You know that you will eventually tell us what you know. And if you think your suffering now, just wait! I know how much your arms and shoulder’s must hurt now, but it’s going to get a lot worse. And how about that pussy of yours? Don’t you wish you didn’t have one now? I’m in charge here, and I can let you hand like that for days. I could even let you hang like that until you die. Kind of like being crucified I would say. Well, maybe I could do did, but then again I like to keep young women alive so I can torture them for weeks on end until they die. So is this what you want to happen, or are you willing to talk now?”

Janet saw Lisa achingly raise her head to listen to Jan’s speech. It was easy to see in Lisa’s eyes how much agony she was in, but looking for any type of ending signal from her, none was made. The interesting thing was, while waiting for a response, Janet noticed Lisa’s engorged clit protruding much more between the crotch ropes. What a wonderful lump of flesh to torment Janet was thinking. Should she, or shouldn’t she, put one of those alligator clips on such a sensitive organ of the human body. She focused on it for a few moments, then decided that the rules said she could do almost anything she wanted. She did think for a moment how it feel if her own clit was clipped, shuttering at the thought, then went to make the nasty changes to torment Lisa even more.

“I do hope you decide to give me what I want, otherwise you’re going to enter a whole new world of agony.”

Untying the strings pulling Lisa’s pussy lips down, with Lisa’s head now free, swung her head as each lip went back to their normal state. But as Janet unclipped each lip, Lisa’s exhausted body arched a lot as her head swung wildly for almost a minute. Like it or not, Janet enjoyed watching Lisa’s reactions during that time. Janet then positioned one open clip over Lisa’s very exposed clit. And as the actions subsided, let the clip literally snap closed on it’s target. Oh God!! What a spectacle. Lisa thrashed about as best as she could, emitting a slightly loud scream, but there was no escape from this pain. Janet stood up to watch Lisa’s reactions. It was amazing. Within a few minutes Lisa’s sweat got so thick that it began to drip from her feet. Adding tuzla escort to her urine, the mat’s did well to absorb ever bit of it. Yes, it was beginning to smell, but Janet now accepted it as part of enjoying giving pain to another woman

After a few minutes, Janet’s desire to lash Lisa again erupted. She picked up the thin whip and moved behind Lisa. This time she didn’t stop at 20 strokes divided among the basic areas, but made it 40 instead. Lisa’s did react as best she could to the brutal assault, but when only halfway through, stopped moving entirely. Thinking Lisa was just completely exhausted, Janet completed her strokes. Setting down the whip, she decided to get another cup of coffee. Passing Lisa, she gave Lisa a very hard twist and pinch on her left nipple. Strangely, she didn’t hear a moan. Janet stopped, staring up at Lisa’s head, then stepped back.

Fearing the worst, she quickly grabbed the stool and within seconds was removing Lisa’s gag. Her eye’s where closed, but she was still breathing. Finally realizing she just must have passed out from the pain, Janet caressed her best friends head and then body. After several minutes, and thinking this is the only rest she’s had for almost a day, gave Lisa a soft kiss on her forehead. Quietly getting down from the stool, Janet left Lisa to her vacation from feeling pain by closing the door while entering the house.

Refilling her cup of coffee, Janet slowly approached the kitchen table to sit down. Lisa’s passing out like this brought many realizations to Janet and needed to sort them out. That poor girl in the garage must have been in great pain to have gone unconscious.. Yet she won’t give in? Then to try to simulate what Lisa was going through, imagined herself hanging like that while being abused by being whipped among other things. This made Janet shutter, but suddenly it occurred to her that this was exactly what her dream was all about last night! Oh my God!! No! No way… She couldn’t take that sort of abuse, nor did she even want to try it! She was just a normal person who wanted to live a normal life. Being upset with herself, she chugged the cup of coffee, got up, made herself an early hi-ball, then grabbed a dusting cloth.

Going to the bedroom, she made her bed and dusted everything there. As hard as she tried, she could not stop the alternating flashes in her mind of either Lisa handing in the garage, or her in Janet’s place. She figured if she kept working those images would end. As she went to the living room to dust, she remembered she was still nude, so went back to the bedroom to at least put on panties and a long t-shirt. But as she sit down to put on her panties did she finally notice how wet her bottom was. Again it was almost dripping. Why was this happening. Going to the bathroom to wash herself, she sat down to think. Yes, she was slightly horny…

And petting Lisa’s body just a short time ago did raise her desire’s a bit, but was it affecting this much? And those images that she keeps recalling. Why is her brain doing this to her? She got up and cleaned herself, got dressed in the items she normally wore, then continued her normal tasks as best she still fighting off her unwanted visions.

After about an hour, she decided to take a break, checking in on Lisa first. Lisa still hung motionless, her arms and legs entirely straight from the much more than normal body weight she was supporting. Still concerned about her friends welfare, Janet got up on the stool and spoke softly to her.

“Lisa. Are you conscious again?”

Slowly Lisa opened her tear stained eye’s and found Janet’s face right next to hers. She found her mouth free of the soft filling she had become familiar with, but still held mostly wide open from her head being restrained in such a backwards position. She had heard Jan’s voice, yet unable to figure out what she said. Trying to form her very dry and distorted mouth, she was able to form sort of a ‘Oh Janet’ after several try’s. And, oh God, her body hurt!

“Lisa, my suffering and dearest friend. I think we should end this thing now. I’ll take you down so I can take good care of you. You’ve suffered enough already without breaking.”

As Quickly as she heard that, Lisa began to do the best she could to yell “No… No…”. “Leave me…”. “Torture Me…” while shaking her head ‘No’.

Janet, caressing Lisa’s checks as she made her plea, couldn’t believe what she heard Lisa say. Lisa’s been hanging for, well, about 16 hours now. And sure, she was enjoying her suffering, but now had become very concerned about really hurting her bad. Like really bad. But trying to stay true to her promise, wanted to confirm her seemingly wish to continue.

“Do you really want to continue your torture?”

A distorted “Yes” came from Lisa, causing a perplexed expression on Janet’s face.

“Well, okay. But I’ve got some nice cold piss for you to drink before I increase your pain level!”

Well… Okay… If Lisa wanted pendik escort to play hard, well so could she! Janet now concluded she would only perform slightly more pain. Janet had reached an ending point. She got he chilled urine from the refrigerator and poured it in Lisa’s mouth. But this time she didn’t do it slowly. Dumping it fast enough to keep the mouth full, finally Lisa gagged and flushed more than a mouthful up and running down her body. Then after giving Lisa a few normal gulps, dumped the rest of it slowly across the entire chest. But after seeing that the piss seemed to flow around Lisa’s breasts rather than onto them, went back to the bathroom. It was time for her to release after the coffee she had drunk. She had a good amount, returning this time to make sure all of Lisa was adorned with this elegant smell. The tit’s and hair got a good amount, and the down her back. Then leaving Lisa’s gag off intentionally, at least until her next whipping or torture, Janet left to return to her hi-ball in the living room. She did close the door to the garage this time, The smell of fermenting urine was getting pretty strong. It was just 11:00, so with a button press on the remote, she was watching a good movie she knew would be on.

As she watched the entire movie, only getting up at noon to make herself another hi-ball. But even after it ended a while before 1:00, she ended up both hungry and still full of images and questions. Why should she picture herself hanging like Lisa? Why did Lisa want to continue being tortured when already in such a state of extreme agony? And since Lisa said she wished even more pain, what else could she do to Lisa that wouldn’t cause any lasting marks? She couldn’t whip hard enough to cut her skin. She couldn’t burn her with flames or hot irons. She couldn’t cut or stick knifes into her. While making lunch, all these thought’s flooded her mind. Then, as she sat down to eat, it came to her. The Internet! Maybe there she could find a few things dealing with torture. She finished her meal, then figured she better check in on Lisa. Boy, the garage smelled bad!

Accepting it as part of this kind of play, Janet circled Lisa very slowly for two reasons. She was accessing both her suffering and beautiful body. What a beautiful pair of breasts she had. And that sculptured flat stomach flowing down to her love mound. The shaved pussy. Her perfectly shaped legs would surely win any beauty contest. God couldn’t have created a more perfect female creature. Well, maybe besides herself, but it was hard to refrain from petting Lisa’s now dried urine coated flesh.

At last Janet stopped her inspection tour and got back into her integrator mode. Other than the hair tie, the only other thing causing pain to Lisa was the alligator clip on her clit. And it had been on her clit a long time. She decided to take it off to move to a nipple, and began to reach for it, when she stopped. Looking up at Lisa, she thought she better make a statement first.

“Listen up well Bitch! I’m going to remove that nasty clip from your filthy clit and put both clips back on your nipples. Those little useless bumps you have on your flat chest have been neglected long enough. Now I took your gag off so you’ll last a lot longer just for my pleasure to see you suffer. So, if I hear anything like a scream from you, in goes the gag again! You can moan all you want while I make the switch, but nothing more. Got it?.

Soon Janet heard a faint noise that sound like Lisa’s agreeing reply, so she released the hideous torture implement fron her clit. Indeed there was a load moan, along with rapid head movements, but no scream. Smiling both from the extraordinary pain that this brought to Lisa, and her correct assessment that the clips removal would be painful, continued. Opening the alligator clip as wide as possible, and not wanting to touch Lisa’s now filthy flesh, centered it over Lisa’s left nipple. Pushing and twisting until the inside was full of tender skin, she let it snap closed. Lisa wasn’t finished moaning from the clit pain that the moan turned once again into being very loud as the nipple clip was put on. This time Janet rested back on the workbench for several minute’s to absorb Lisa’s torment until she was quiet. Then cruelly, she picked up the other clip and did the same to her other nipple. A repeat of moans brought out a steady stream of urine at the same time. It’s then that Janet noticed it was the same nipple as the whit tip had left a large welt right on it. ‘Too bad’ Janet thought as she left the garage after leaving one last comment.

“Enjoy yourself! I’ll be back sometime today to see how you’re doing…”

Janet refreshed her more than still half full hi-ball, then went into the spare bedroom/office to sit down at the computer. The crotch of her panties were really wet with her pussy juices, but gave in to reality that this was turning her on. So why change again. She might as well get used to it. Turning the computer on, after booting up, she first checked her e-mails. Of course there were some from Ron. She read them first, and fascinated by the attached pictures, was delighted to reply a sincere ‘Thank you Dear so much for your loving words and beautiful pictures. I really miss you Dear, and can’t wait until you return to love me again in person!! Have a pleasant day, and safe trip home Dear! xoxoxoxo”

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The nights without Noth dragged by. Two at a time. Then three. When Eiri went five days without seeing her even in the fishbowl office at work, he knew it was over. She was married and gone.

The pain didn’t hit him at first. He was grateful to have his nights back – he could sleep, go to dinner with his teammates, even enjoy some of Seattle’s nightlife. All of it had a positive impact on his work performance: he made friends, could focus on his work, met his third quarter goals. His visa was renewed and his manager talked about promotions on the horizon in Q4.

What hurt was not being able to tell Noth about it. He liked the nights they sat up talking about history and art and all the things that interested him. He thought she might be proud of his accomplishments, or at least have some thoughts about how to negotiate terms of the promotion. But he couldn’t even contact her. Her work email bounced, she’d never given him her number, and he hardly saw any of the other Ipomoea family or staff around the office.

He also missed the sex.

It gnawed at him, especially knowing he could be having it without her. Eiri found himself the subject of long gazes and flirty giggles nearly everywhere he went in daylight. Christy still texted him at least three times a week, asking him to come out. Even his manager, an elf named Deedella, sometimes flipped her white, silky hair at him while they walked the sunshine-filled campus during their weekly one-on-ones.

He enjoyed the attention, but he missed his vampire. Bound and beautiful underneath him, the fangs peaking above her gag, her cheeks blushing furiously under her blindfold. Totally unlike any woman he’d known. At night, he remembered her, touching himself. Thinking of the time he first burned her with the candle wax. Thinking of her on her knees in the dress boutique.

He stole the ribbon from the dress, still stiff in places with her cum. Their last night together, while she was tied up with rope to her headboard, he’d pulled it out of her nightstand full of her dirty little toys. Hid it in his clothes, carried it home. Sometimes at night, he tool the silky strap out of its hiding place. Pressed it to his face, trying to pick up the salty smell of her sex. Winding it around his cock while he played with himself. Staining it with more cum in the place where it tormented her most.

It would never be like that again, Eiri thought. Whatever woman he had next might not even like to have her hair touched, let alone pulled or brushed. It made him shy, anxious.

So when his manager flipped her hair at him again and ran a fingertip along the back of his hand while she leaned over his shoulder to review his designs, he jumped a little. Pulled back.

“I’m sorry,” Eiri said. “I try not to get involved with coworkers.”

Deedella the elf smiled back and said, “That won’t get you very far, here! Humans have their good looks for only so long… My advice – use them now and get ahead in your career. Then, when you get old and ugly, you’ll be so high up the ladder they can’t bring themselves to fire you!”

She giggled and Eiri smiled along with her, hoping it was a joke. But she reached out and put a long-fingered hand on his chest, her touch warm and firm through the cotton tunic. He stopped smiling. It wasn’t a joke.

“The summer picnic is tomorrow,” Deedella told him, her voice lilting, a current of tension running beneath it. “Maybe you could sit with me?”

It was the first time he really looked at her. She was tall and willowy like the Clan Air elves, but her skin was darker, like his and she had no markings besides a smattering of freckles on her apple-like cheeks – a lesser Clan Earth elf. White-blonde hair and sandy brown eyes. Nothing like the chilly dark beauty he was used to. Her friendly invitation to a picnic totally different from Noth’s command to come home with her.

Like night and day, Eiri thought. I’ll give day a chance.

Starbucks held company picnics once a quarter in a grassy lawn at the center of its sprawling campus. For summertime, the event was set in the late afternoon – assistants and contract workers scurrying about with decorations that caught and reflected the setting sun in yellow-orange glints across the grass. Logs for a bonfire stacked at the center. Employees and their families brought blankets to spread out while Starbucks circulated among them with trays of iced coffees and savory mushroom skewers. Singers and jugglers roamed along behind them, entertaining. By the time the sun set, the bonfire blazed and dancers ringed it, jumping and swaying.

Eiri and his date sprawled out directly on the grass, warm with the summer sun, and talked until twilight folded over the skyline. They laid on their backs and watched the stars come out, a silvery full moon rising in their sparkling midst. The air was warm and fragrant with the scent of jasmine and the exotic plants only the elves knew how to grow, just a hint of the bonfire smoke spicing it.

He maltepe escort could be happy staying here, Eiri thought. Now that Hall wasn’t on his team and he had the hang of navigating workplace politics, he saw the future his mother wanted for him within reach. If that were the case, sooner or later, he would have to move on from Noth. Maybe find a nice local girl to settle down with and start a family.

Eiri was still thinking that when Deedella slid her hand across his chest, her fingers slipping just inside the deep V of the tunic to caress his skin.

“It’s beautiful tonight,” she murmured. Her voice was shy, breathy. But the fingers that touched him were smooth and firm. “I could stay up all night, looking at that moon…”

Her hand was moving, hovering just above his abs. Waiting for his permission to drift lower. Eiri didn’t know if it was the warm night air, the thrill of her unfamiliar touch, or his grief that drove him to turn toward her. But he found his neck twisting, craning. And then her lips brushing his, the gentlest of kisses.

The hand slid lower.

Eiri expected a learning curve. No two women he’d kissed were ever alike; some liked it soft and wet, others preferred shorter kisses with closed lips to start. And then there was Noth – an unknowable force nursing secret shameful delights he couldn’t even imagine until he made her say them aloud. He played it safe, letting Deedella do all the work.

She kissed lightly, no tongue. But that hand roving over him was firm and insistent, like the branch of a small tree resisting the wind, running down his flesh without bending to his contours. He inhaled through his nose, breathing in the scent of her – flowers and grass, an earthy tang. Against his will, his mouth opened, and she delved into this with a maddening languor, swishing her hair around him as she moved her head to hover over his face, the soft tip of her tongue just grazing the moist inside of his lower lip.

Her hand came to rest across the tops of his thighs, the base of her palm pressed against the soft mound of his sex, crammed into the leggings. He felt himself stirring against the heavy feeling.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he took in the scene. No one sat nearer to them than ten feet. Most of the families with young children had already gone home for the day. And those that stayed behind were like them – clustered together in groups of two or three. Touching.

“It’s the full moon,” Deedella whispered against his lips. “Can you feel it? The Goddess shines down on her children, blessing us with clarity to see what’s right in front of us.”

Through the curtain of her hair, he could see the moon, shining directly down onto the courtyard, full and bright. He wondered if that was how Fulbright got its name.

“My mother told me a rabbit lives on the moon, making mochi.” It was all he could think of to say. She was his superior, and her hand was on his dick. What could he say about the moon that would make her make him cum?

She giggled and he felt her hand tremble with the vibration of it.

“That’s so silly! You’re so funny, Eiri…” She kissed him again, and then laid back down beside him, her chin tucked to his shoulder, her leg edging over his hip. Hand moving at the laces of his leggings. “Look at up at the moon – get lost in its radiance. See if you can feel Her touch…”

He looked. It was round and scarred – dark patches where satellites crashed into its surface just after the Collapse. Lighter ones where ancient meteors broke its skin. A cold rock in the orbit of the Earth, desolate and alone.

Not sexy, he thought. Try to stay hard!

She clearly wanted him to respond to her, drawing his half-hard length out of the leggings, the warm night air tickling the hair at the base of his shaft. He glanced around again at the courtyard – would somebody see them?

She sensed his anxiety. “Sh… sh… Now is the time for Her children to come together with her blessing… Can’t you feel the moon tides in your blood, Eiri?”

Her fingers lightly squeezed along his shaft, inching its length completely free of the clothes her people mandated him to wear. She tickled and tapped, the very tips of those firm fingers sending little ripples of heat through his balls.

“I can feel… something…” He thought he saw pale skin in the dark around him. Humans having their shirts pulled off, elves fondling them under the open night sky. The usual after-hours lighting was dimmed, he realized. They planned this.

Deedella whispered in his ear, her lips brushing the sensitive helix, sending chills down his spin. His cock surged in her hand, filling. “Feel Her touch… feel it. Hold on to it…”

He looked up at the moon, looked at its shape. Round and pale. Full. He tried to focus on that while his manager jacked him off at the company picnic, there on the grass with his coworkers all around him. The anxiety manavgat escort and the shame added spice to his blood and he felt himself growing harder, needier under her ministrations. A small sound escaped his throat.

“Good,” she whispered. “That’s good… Offer yourself to the Goddess, Eiri. Give yourself to Her.”

Shut up, he thought, trying to concentrate. Trying to make himself cum so he could get up and go home and shower. The grass was itching his back, and he had no idea what she was talking about with moons and Goddesses – although there had been something in his orientation packet about religious services available on campus.

He would have reached for his dick to help her stroke it into obedience, but he was afraid to move, lest she take it as an invitation to do more than just this. Her stroking was so slow – almost painful, the palm rolling down to the base of it, lingering until he felt his tip would wilt, and then slowly pulling back up, pointing him toward the sky.

The tension built along his shaft. He could hear her skin chafing against it, a soft, long noise not quite as lewd as the fapping he made with his own hand. He squirmed his hips trying to urge her on without touching her.

Come on, come on, he thought. He glanced down and saw a tiny pearl of pre-cum glistening at the tip, shining like the moon.

“That’s good,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful… you’re so beautiful…”

She kissed his ear, the tip of her tongue tracing it, leaving a thin crescent of moisture that sent a shiver down his spine. He glanced up at the moon again. Pictured the pale round fullness of Noth’s breasts, a pink puckered nipple at the very center of the white expanse. Peaking just above a lacy black bra. A red stripe above it from his belt.

“Oh God!” he cried, cumming on his own stomach. Dizzy, spent, he looked at his manager. She smiled, and wiped up his cum with her hands.

“I’m going to put this in your weekly report,” she giggled.

I gotta stop fooling around with superiors, he told himself.

…

But he didn’t stop. His manager drew him aside at work to quiet corners, to shadowy stairwells, off into far corners of the grassy meadow in the courtyard and breathlessly fondled him. He let her, standing back, amazed as she pulled at his clothes, reaching through the arm holes of his tunic to touch his chest. Her long, firm fingers unlacing his leggings, cupping the swell of his manhood.

He never touched her, afraid at first. She was an elf, less human even than a vampire, and he wasn’t sure how to please her. Worse, she was his direct supervisor – he didn’t want to so much as muss her hair while she played with him, lest she block his promotion.

It was hard not to grab her, though, when she tickled and teased him – to crush her to him and feel her high, firm tits mashed against his chest. Her strangeness intoxicated him, her elusiveness enchanted him. She had the most fascinating aroma: musk and wood, and something warm and spicy he couldn’t quite place. Those eyes, the color of caramelized sugar bubbling in glass, always shining and promising sweetness. And that white silky hair grazed his face when she kissed him with her soft, eager lips. It drove him wild.

At night, alone and touching himself, he tried to imagine her naked. The shape of her nipples, the color of the hair between her legs. He could never finish without supplementing his fantasies with memories of Noth – her marble white skin slick with sweat, her open mouth panting. Her round, red buttocks quivering under his hand. His late night imaginations made him all the more willing to go aside with Deedella in daylight. Especially when he started fantasizing about the two of them together – Noth tied up underneath him while Deedella cupped his balls and urged him into her with her breathy whispers and her teasing fingers, touching him in dirty places.

The heat of high summer engulfed Seattle, swallowing the Starbucks campus in hazy, humid days. Human employees were required to wear gloves at all times now to prevent their sweaty hands from leaving prints on doors or screens. Mercifully, they permitted humans to shed their leggings and provided an extra long version of the regular tunic. Eiri held out against the switch as long as he could – the new tunic only came halfway down his thighs! – but the heat tormented him. His sweaty nights tugging his cock while he fantasized about fucking his bosses exacerbating his fatigue.

Finally, he broke, and left the leggings at home. And now Deedella made it a habit of going to her knees when they found a quiet spot on their syncs, to reach up under the hem of the long tunic and draw him out to kiss his hardening length. Her lips were petal-soft and full, enfolding his glans with an airiness that drove him wild. He fought to keep still as she suckled him, to bite back his starled cry as her fingers tickled his balls, reached behind them şişli escort to touch the sensitive place where the crack of his ass began. Another inch beyond, and she’d fulfill one of his most secret, shameful fantasies.

The moment before he came, he lost control. Seizing her by the hair to force her mouth down his shaft, picturing Noth writhing underneath him. She seemed to melt under his fingers, sliding away, his quivering cock falling unfinished from the elusive mouth.

“I don’t like that!” she said. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, standing, his seed spilling from her mouth. “It’s too dirty – ugh!”

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered. Panic swelled in his chest. She was offended. And she was his boss…!

She giggled, looking at his rigid cock. She reached out with her fingers and flicked the tip of it, hard. He flinched away, sensitive, softening. He started to pull down the hem of his tunic, trying to hide his erection while it dissipated. He was surprised to see her pursing her lips at him, pouting.

“Don’t be sad,” she said. “We can try again later. Maybe after we get dinner this weekend?”

Eiri’s heart hammered in his chest, mingled frustration and anxiety. He should turn her down, he thought. Break out of this before it went too far. But… he was lonely. She was beautiful. And she wanted to go out – on a date. Something a vampire never offered him before.

Reckless, he accepted.

What’s wrong with me, he wondered later, lying alone looking up at the ceiling of his apartment. He felt sick with guilt, thinking of Noth – of holding her in her shower after her illness.That time she hugged him in her kitchen. The ramen, her terrible, awkward Japanese. He didn’t touch himself. Instead, tears came to his eyes, sliding out of the corners down his temples, into his hair.

I miss her, he thought, too miserable and hot to sleep.

But his feelings didn’t stop him from going to dinner with Deedella, in a cool indoor cafe hung about with leaves and woven tapestries. After, she took him on a walk up past the husk of the Broken Needle to a lake. Here, all the land was overgrown with trees – tall, winding things the elves cultivated over centuries to swallow up the last surviving remnants of the steel and concrete world that was before the Collapse. The ground was soft with loam and mushrooms growing in patches between the trees.

She showed him where the toadstools formed rings, sacred to the Faery race – cousins of the elves. She talked about the moon and the stars and the tides of the world flowing below the surface of the earth, unseen and untapped by man until the Collapse brought them all to the surface.

Eiri listened politely, and tried to work out when it would be safe to kiss her. He waited until she led him within a ring of standing stones, only about as high as his chest and bid him lie down in the middle to feel the line of power running beneath it.

“It’s better if you take off your clothes,” she said, and he saw his chance.

He wore his most shapeless clothes for the encounter, figuring the elf wouldn’t appreciate his collection of vintage couture outfits with their embroidery and angular lines. A cotton shirt that peeled off easily. A button fly twill trouser that slid down his legs to reveal nothing underneath – just like his elven bosses liked. Naked, he came to her, carefully draping his arms around her, lowering his head slowly to press his lips to hers – waiting for her to slip out of his grasp at any moment.

She giggled – that tinkling little sing-song sound – and tilted her head up, accepting the kiss.

“Be gentle this time,” she said.

Her clothes came off like leaves falling from a tree, rising on the nighttime breeze to flutter down gentle to the ground. She laid him out on his back and slid over him, fitting her hips neatly to his, her head coming level with his own to go on kissing. Softly, sweetly.

He ran his hands down her naked back, feeling the lithe supple muscle of it. She had narrow shoulders and gently rounded hips. He felt them sway from side to side, her legs widening. She was sopping wet already, her heat coating him as she slid herself down onto his cock. She gave a little cry, high and eldrich. And then sat up, his length still inside her.

He took in the sight of her small breasts, the nipples darker and wider than he’d imagined them. The long, lean expanse of her smooth stomach plunging into the fleshy semi-circles made by the lips of her vulva pressed against him. She had no hair there at all – and he could see everything as she slid herself up his shaft and then slowly, slowly, agonizingly slowly back down. Her little pink clit just peeking out from behind asymmetrical lines of her delicately folded flesh, the flesh lobes of her outer lips puckering as they crushed against him. Clinging as they withdrew.

He let her ride him to completion, swaying and rocking in her own esoteric rhythm, her hands raised high in the air, crying out in an elven language. The most he dared to was rest his hands on her hips – too afraid to squeeze or to pull her.

She came, a quivering rush coating him with a velvety essence, her face flushing with high red spots on her cheeks under her freckles. He was still hard, unspent. She swung off of him, observed the state of him and pouted again.

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The sand was cold beneath her as she laid there. Her eyes scanned around her wondering where he went. Her head was pounding, her lungs were burning, her ribs were aching and she was having a difficult time catching her breath. She listened for him as her fingers dug through the sand. Letting it run through her fingers as she tried to figure out her next move.

He sat in the shadows watching her lie on the ground. Her chest heaving up and down as she gasped for air. A sinister grin upon his lips as he recalled the events that brought them to this moment. His cock twitched in his pants as he remembered her screams. He watched her carefully, making sure she was ok. He hoped he hadn’t gone too far. She had asked him for this for months, but he was hesitant because he wasn’t sure she could handle it. He had to admit she was handling it much better than he had ever imagined.

Her screams were so loud and full of fear it stirred something inside of him. Something he never knew existed before. The more she screamed the more turned on he got. He had to admit to himself that the more she screamed the more he wanted to make her scream.

He rose and moved towards her, covering her with a blanket and holding her. He looked down at her so tenderly. The love he had for her would be evident to anyone who saw how he looked at her in this moment. As she stirred he helped her sit up a little as he gave her some water from a bottle.

“Shhh. There, there. I’m right here slut. I will take good care of you until you are ready to continue.”

“Continue?” her green eyes went round as she stared up at him. Her mind spun as she processed this information. There’s more? But I can’t handle more, can I?

“Yes, continue. Surely you didn’t think I was finished with you yet, cunt?”

“Well Master, yes I thought we were finished for today.”

He laughed heavily at this reply, before kissing her forehead and whispering into her ear.

“We have only but begun my dear.”

She swallowed hard and gulped at the water. Her hands gently rubbed her sides as she wondered what more he had in store for her today.

After some time passed and her breathing regulated he smiled down at her.

“Rested?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“Ready for what’s to come next?”

“Not sure about that.” she said with a laugh.

He swatted her ass and whispered into her ear.

“Then get ready. I suggest you get up and run for your life before I catch you for being so insolent to me!”

She didn’t bother to reply she followed his command. She rose and started running. Normally she’d look back to see where he is and if he’s following, but not today. Today she only focused on what was ahead of her and where she was going. She didn’t bother to look back or she would have noticed that he hadn’t bothered to follow her at all.

She kept running, going off the beaten path to try and find someplace to go where he might not think she went. Little did she know he had a GPS tracking device on her sneakers and was following her every move. She twisted and turned through the woods and around these old hiking paths to try and lose him but the whole time he was following her every move on his cell.

He sat still, where she had left him and pulled out his cell and watched where she was running. He finished a bottle of water and set the bottles aside for recycling when erzurum escort they return. He smiled as he watched her try to out smart him.

“She’s quick, that’s for damn sure. But she’ll never out smart me.”

He rose and stretched then slowly walked towards where he saw her going. He moved quietly through the trees, checking his phone every now and then to see if she changed direction. Fuck, the cunt did change directions. He changes his direction and walks towards her. He knows she will be out of breath and needing a rest at any moment, he keeps walking towards her till he has her in his line of sight. He tucks his cell away and stays a good distance from her but keeps her within his eye sight as he moves closer, planning how he will get her.

After running for what seems like forever, she finally allows herself to slow down and rest. She rests against a tree and looks around. No signs of him anywhere, this can’t be good. She leans over and takes several deep breaths trying to get some energy to run some more, she knows he has to be after her.

Suddenly one arm wraps around her waist and another covers her mouth as she hears him whispering into her ear.

“Thought you could out run me, did you slut? Thought you could out smart Me? When will you ever learn? Oh I know, today! Today is when you will learn.”

Her fingers gripped onto his arm, her pulse was racing and all she could think was what have I gotten myself into? She remembered their conversation many months back.

“Please master, my friends have told me about how their dominants have done this with them. I think it could really help bond us and it will show me I’m over the things from my past.”

“I know your friends have done these scenes, but this isn’t child’s play darling. You could get seriously hurt. We’d be out in the wilderness, if I fell or got injured we could both be in serious danger since I’m the only one of us who is skilled at being outdoors.”

“Yes, I know that master. Please just think it over. Keep this discussion open with me. Maybe in time you will see I’m ready for this.”

He thought this over. Yes in more time, especially if they did some hiking and camping he might feel better about it. Nodding his head he consented, “Ok I will keep thinking it over and we can continue discussing it, including what you need to do to help prove to me that you are ready for this.”

Now she was here with him, being half dragged to wherever he wanted to bring her. She wasn’t scared of him. He loved her and she loved him. She trusted him completely he will always keep her safe, well safe from others. She is a masochist and loves pain and some blood sometimes. No, she could trust him. He has this planned out. One of his rules was that he would have a game plan for the weekend. He would fill her in as she needed to know, but he would follow his schedule to help ensure safety.

Two couples who are friends of theirs and also in BDSM know where they are and the dominants know of the plans he has for her. This was also non negotiable with him, he had insisted on it since they had been those couples contacts for other scenes they had done. They checked in regularly with him via texting and if they don’t hear from him in a certain time frame they head out there incase there’s an emergency. They live close so can be eskişehir escort there within 20 minutes. He had texted them just before he went after her this last time. We are starting the last phase. I’m just going after her into the woods. The GPS tracker you both suggested is working great, I can see her every move.

Once he got her back to the clearing where she was before she ran he grabbed some rope and tied her to a tree. She tried to move and wiggle but the sand under her feet kept her from moving too much. He placed a blindfold over her eyes and she sighed softly as the darkness enveloped her. She took a moment or two to adjust to the loss of her sense of sight. She knew where she was and that he was there and he had this planned out. Her hearing was always very sharp so she listened extra closely to help her anticipate his movements. She could feel herself letting go a little at a time, relaxing while she waited and as he prepared her for what was to come.

He slowly removed her sneakers and socks and tossed them aside. Her body still remained naked from earlier. He grabbed a wet cloth and carefully washed her body and grabbed a towel and dried her. He stepped back and admired his earlier work trying to decide just what to do to her now. He watched as the sunshine glittered on her skin, noting that the marks left aren’t enough to leave bruises on her skin. He grinned as he moved towards his tools and found just what he wanted to use.

Taking the heavy oak paddle out of the bag, he carefully wiped it clean with a dry cloth and moved towards her. First his hand moved over her body, gently caressing her skin. Shivers ran over her skin at his every touch. He leaned in and whispered into her ear as he caressed her.

“Tonight, my cunt, you will be reminded of your place. Tonight you will beg me for forgiveness. Tonight you will learn why I am the Master and you are the slave.”

She bit her tongue, wanting to say something smart but knowing better.

He kissed her cheek as his hand moved back with the paddle and

Smack

the paddle struck her ass. She moaned softly. He smiled at her, but knew he could get her to scream.

Smack, smack, smack, smack

He was relentless on smacking her ass with the paddle. With each strike she could feel her flesh heating up. Each strike jolted her body slightly. Despite her best efforts to anticipate his movements she wasn’t successful. She whimpered and moaned as her skin burned from the attack. She pushed her body back towards him yet wanting more. He sighed and set the paddle aside. This will never do, she is enjoying it far too much. He chuckled at that, just a year ago she despised the paddle. He never brought it up, never tried to use it on her. Then after some friends she made who were also submissives talked about their experiences with being paddled she wanted to try it. She had asked him, he agreed to try but slowly and a little at a time. She has to build up a tolerance after all.

Now he decided to go more old school and grabbed the metal ruler he had in his bag. He walked towards her knowing she’ll never expect a ruler to be used on her. He stood near her, his hands lightly caressing her ass before,

Swat, swat, swat, swat

The ruler hit her tender aching burning flesh over and over. Tears fell from beneath gaziantep escort her blindfold, she sobbed slightly as the sting of the cold metal ruler hit her but she did not scream. She cried loudly now and then, but her head was still holding high and he could see the determination on her face.

Swat, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat

He kept hitting her over and over and over with that metal ruler. The coldness of the ruler was fading and it was now warmer on her skin. That took some of the sting out of it for her. Her cries got quieter and her sobs fewer.

“It’s time for you to remember that you are my slave and I am your master. It’s time for you to remember that you can not out run me. You can not out smart me. It’s time for you to beg me for forgiveness for thinking you could out run and out smart me.”

Her tears started falling faster, her cries got louder again and her body shook with each sob. Her fingers wrapped around the branches of the tree where they were secured. Her fingernails dug into her palms leaving marks. Her ass was getting darker red in colour, soon it would bruise. Still she said not a word to him, still she didn’t scream or beg him for anything.

“Stubborn bitch!”

Swat, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat

He wiped some sweat that started to drip down his face. He was certainly getting a workout this weekend. He picked up his pace, striking her faster, over and over, not giving her a moment’s rest in between each strike.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH”

She started screaming as the tears continued to run down her cheeks,. Yet still she didn’t beg him for anything.

He set the ruler aside and grabbed the bamboo flogger. He moved towards her and struck the middle of her back several times.

thump, thump, thump, thump, thump

The sting of the bamboo striking her back caused burning pain to course through her body. Her screams got louder and louder, but still she didn’t beg him or speak to him.

thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump

“Fucking Bastard!” she screamed.

He laughed and struck her again before setting the bamboo flogger aside. He grabbed a squirt bottle and moved to her. He held it under her nose.

“Smell that filth? Smell the lemon and the salt? You best start begging me or I will spray your marks with this solution.”

She hesitated and thought this over, he wouldn’t? Would he? She chewed on her bottom lip but wouldn’t speak. her mind kept thinking over what he was saying.

He moved behind her and started to spray it on her back.

“Fuck!” she cried.

He kept spraying over her marks from now and earlier. Where skin was broken he sprayed extra of this solution onto her. She paused to think this over. Will he really be finished if I beg?

Just as she opened her mouth to say something, he shoved his cock into her mouth. She gets to work sucking his cock without waiting for his command. Something sharp runs over her back, digging into her flesh, drawing some blood from it. What is that? It’s not his fingers.

“Like my new toy cunt? My claw rings came in and I thought it was past time to break them in on your flesh.”

With that he scratched her back rougher, his claws scratching all the way down to her ass and digging in there.

Slowly she gagged and moved her head to stop sucking his cock. He allowed her to do so to see if she would say anything to him.

“Ok, ok, you win Master! Please Master forgive me for being so foolish as to think I could out run You. For being so foolish as to think I could out smart You. I know better.”

His fingers scratched their way up her back, dug into her shoulders as he whispered into her ear.

“Good girl. Now your lesson can really begin!”

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“What more do you want from me!” Nick shouted from down the hallway, slamming his fist hard on the bedroom door. “Tell me!”

Jennifer wasn’t about to turn around. She kept walking, faster, harder, until she reached the arched kitchen doorway when the anger in her husband’s voice exploded beyond what she could bear.

This was it. She was through with playing games. She was going to leave him.

And this time she wasn’t coming back.

“I’m talking to you, Jennifer.” Nick was quick to reach the end of the hallway when he grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to turn around and look at him. His once blue eyes were now dull and bloodshot. The top buttons on his dress shirt were unbuttoned and his tie was barely dangling around his neck. His breath smelled of whiskey and he reeked of cheap perfume. His light brown hair was drenched with sweat and lay messily about his head.

Jennifer stared up at her husband, the man she had once loved, the man she would have once given her life for.

But not tonight.

Tonight, she hated the man standing before her. In fact, she hated everything about him. Tonight, she wished that Nicholas Sphere had never entered into her life.

“Is it not enough that I support you financially?” Nick shouted in her face, squeezing her shoulders a little too tightly. “Is it not enough that my job enables us to travel the world?” He started shaking her. “I bought you this house. I bought you the Mercedes you love to drive.” He stopped shouting long enough to give her a quick look up and down. “I even bought you that damn shirt.”

“Take it then, Nick.” Jennifer raised her voice to equal his own alarming tone before lifting both of her hands to his chest to push him away. “Take it all. I don’t want any of it. I just want to leave.” She broke free from his grip by slamming her fists into the center of his chest.

Nick stumbled backward, although managed to catch himself against the gannet built-in-bar behind him. But after a few awkward maneuvers, he lurched unsteadily, only to fall face first on the hard-wood flooring.

Jennifer instinctively took a step toward her drunken husband, only to come to a direct halt.

Old habits die hard.

No, not tonight. Tonight she was breaking free of that old tradition. Tonight, she wasn’t going to lift a finger to help him. Nick enjoyed surrounding himself with trash; on the floor, wallowing in the dirt and excess food was where he belonged.

“Jenn…” Nick slurred. He raised his arm, expecting her to take pity on his pathetic behavior and play the loving, supportive house-wife she had regrettably let herself become.

But not tonight. Not ever again.

Jennifer folded her arms over her chest and slowly walked over to stand above him. She pressed the spiked heel of her boot against his shoulder and kicked him hard, sending his body flying back to the ground.

Nick bellowed in pain. “What…the…fuck!” he shouted aloud, attempting to grab at her leg with an angry jerk.

Jennifer was quick to step away from his flaring arms. “You’re pathetic, Nick. I never wanted any of this.” She opened up her arms wide and looked around at the richly furnished kitchen. “I only wanted you.” A single tear fled the corner of her dark green eyes, but she quickly ran a perfectly manicured finger over her cheek to wipe it away. “But I refuse to share you with every other woman in town.”

Nick managed to lift himself into a sitting position and stretched forth his hand, as if finally ashamed of his long-term promiscuous activities outside his marriage. “Jenn, please. Let me explain.”

“No!” Jennifer shouted in a rage of both frustration and anger. Her hands curled into fists at her sides as she glared down at him. “Tonight you will suffer as I have for the past six years.”

Nick slanted his head in slight confusion. “Baby, please. You’re overreacting.”

A dark haze suddenly shifted in her eyes as she continued to look at him. Her hands were literally trembling with rage, but she forced her voice to lower to a steady, low volume. She stood up straight and squared her slender shoulders before speaking. “So, you think that I’m overreacting, do you?” Jennifer nearly whispered. She casually walked closer, clanking her heel boots with each step of the way. She knelt down beside him, brushing the black ink of her long curls behind her ear. “Perhaps you are right,” her voice smooth as silk. She was leaning into him; she could feel her nipples tighten as she slightly brushed up against his rapidly beating chest.

Nick’s bloodshot eyes widened to stare up at her. With slow hesitation, he turned to face her, stealing a quick, obvious glance at the low-cut opening of her silk blouse. “Perhaps we could work something out. I don’t want to lose you.”

She just stared at him–the man she had loved for six long years. The man she had pledged her love and heart to, the man who had taken her virginity, the man who had sworn to love, honor, and cherish her, the man who could melt tekirdağ escort her heart of stone each and every time he looked at her, the same man who turned her blood hot by a simple touch.

“You want to try and make this better, don’t you Jenn?” Nick’s voice deepened with a low whisper. He lifted long fingers to caress the sides of her face. His touch was warm–calming. The heat of his near breath aroused irritable goosebumps to lace up and down the lengths of her arms. Her entire body began to quiver from under his spell.

“Please, Jenn; tell me you want to try.” He leaned in closer, dipping his head into the crook of her neck and breathed long and deep. His sudden nearness and the sweet heat of his mouth was suddenly pinning her angry thoughts down by chains of steel. His fingers gently caressing the sides of her face and playing with the long length of her hair was soon erasing the burning sting of betrayal she had so strongly felt against him.

“Maybe we should…” Jennifer swallowed hard before finishing. “Talk.” Her dark eyes lifted to meet his hungry gaze, and there was no way of denying the rising passion held so firmly in his expression.

Nick brushed a long finger down the smooth trail of her throat and smiled with deviant intent. “The bedroom.”

Jennifer widened her eyes as if she possessed the ability to decline, but she slowly nodded in submission.

Nick barely leaned on her for support as he practically leaped to his feet. He was still drunk, but the flailing, pathetic man who had so recently been lying on the floor, no longed existed. Now, given that he held the slightest chance of getting laid, Nick held himself up straight, floated, rather than walked, and held his words together by intelligent and completely coherent sentences.

Lame.

Jennifer fought the urge to roll her eyes as she led the way down the long, narrow hallway that eventually merged into the vast, richly furnished, beautifully decorated master bedroom. Ancient paintings covered the creamy, pale-white walls, a four-post, king-size bed lay in the center of the room, draped with a silk, golden comforter and matching pillows. Thick fabrics of white lace and satin hung romantically from the banister that surrounded all four corners of the bed, and the pure white and golden headboard was carved of wood in intricate flower designs.

The lights were turned off, but the full moon peered vaguely through the opened windows of the small balcony that revealed the handsome, masculine features of Nick’s face.

He was much taller than her. His body was built of hard stone and the tight muscles in his arms were beckoning her to free his body of restraint.

Jennifer reluctantly turned around to stare at herself in the giant, oval mirror hanging from above the delicate vanity table along the wall. She saw black hair falling over her slender shoulders and two fierce green eyes that were lost to the rebelling lust consuming her petite features. She inhaled slowly, forcing herself to remain still when the heavy sound of Nick’s footsteps vibrated the floor, as well as every nerve in body.

She could feel him near. Very near. She could feel the heat of his breath warming the side of her cheek; she could taste the minty pleasure of his tongue as he slipped up behind her to press his mouth against the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulder. He tasted the tanned length of her flesh, gently trailing his hands over her arms and shoulders in a deliberate path of seduction.

Jennifer closed her eyes, resisting the urge to take him into her hands and punish him for tempting her so easily.

And Nick did tempt her. Oh, but this man knew things. He knew how to touch her. He knew how to kiss and make love to her. He knew how to fuck her and how to make her scream from multiple orgasms, where most men never even learned to induce one. He knew her every scream, her every quiver, every moan, and every pleasure that no other man in the world could relate to.

It had been Nick; only Nick.

Jennifer finally reopened her eyes when the buttons on her blouse began to unbutton at the firm movement of his skilled fingers. The fullness of her breasts filled the palms of his hands and Nick gently massaged each of her breast in a slow, firm movement before making his way to her nipples, where he pinched and pulled and twisted until Jennifer finally released her moan.

She threw her head back against the solid steal of his chest when she felt the silk of her shirt slide down the length of her arms.

Nick let out a sigh deep in the back of his throat before reaching down to unbutton the front of her slacks. The black fabric inched its way down her long legs and over her spiked heeled boots. Slowly, he slipped his finger under her lacy red thong and began tugging it down to meet with the pool of clothing at their feet.

Jennifer glance at herself in the mirror. She looked petite and small standing in front of Nick. His tokat escort shoulders were wide and broad, and his arms were long and thick. He could easily crush her with his bare hands. He could snap her neck like a twig if he desired, but Jennifer didn’t fear his power. If anything, it aroused her.

“Baby…” Nick murmured softly. “You are so beautiful.” His grip on her body tightened as he ran his hands up and down the tight muscles in his stomach and over her plump breasts. And at last, he trailed his hands downward, until the firm pressure of his fingers met with the liquid heat of her arousal.

Jennifer arched her back and moaned quietly as the rising heat coursed through her body, her soul, her very essence. She felt the tip of his fingers resting at her slick entrance, the long, thick promise of near pleasure that he was purposely keeping at bay.

“Tell me you want this, Jenn. Tell me.” Nick demanded, whispering against the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders. He gently nipped his way to her collarbone as he circled his fingers around the the tiny knob of her clitoris in slow, painful strokes that drove her mind wild.

“Nick…yes.” Jennifer moaned loudly, “I want this. I need this.” She purred with desperation, arching her back more and rubbing her naked ass on the swelling hardness of his erection. And as if unable to stand his slow torture a second longer, she reached around to yank down the zipper of his slacks. With his eager help, she removed the offending material to meet with her own on the floor. His shirt and boxers shortly followed.

The thick head of his cock rubbed hard against her ass that literally made her body liquefy from the building anticipation. But she couldn’t take it anymore.

Jennifer quickly turned around to stare up at him, the sexy, fully naked man with fire smoldering about his blue, bloodshot eyes that were clouded from both extreme intoxication and powerful lust.

Jennifer ran her fingers up and down the hard muscles of his stomach before lowering them to firmly wrap around the thick base of his shaft.

His cock bulged and he lightly thrust forward from the smooth motion of her hands slowly caressing him. Nick moaned deeply in the back of his throat before lifting firm hands into her hair and twisting his fingers around the silky black strands that forced her head downward.

Jennifer trailed wet kisses down the long length of his chest and stomach before teasing the thick head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the large head and licked the few drops of his lust with a swipe of her tongue. She moaned when the salty liquid at the tip of his penis coated a thin layer on the roof of her mouth. She licked him dry, flicking her tongue back and forth, faster and faster before sliding his penis completely inside her mouth. His cock filled her mouth full, but Jennifer didn’t hesitate to take him as far inside of her as possible. She sucked him eagerly, enjoying the quiet moans as Nick twisted his fingers tighter in her hair and began to rock back and forth, forcing himself deep inside her.

One lick away from coming down her throat, Nick abruptly pulled her to her feet by the firm grip in her hair. “Damn, Jenn; you will surely be the death of me.” He spoke deep and husky as he walked her over to the bed. He placed strong hands around her waist and literally threw her hard against the soft mattress.

Jennifer bounced three times before Nick lowered himself on top of her. There, he stilled her body by wrapping one hand around her throat and spreading her legs apart with the other.

“Nick, please fuck me; I can’t take this anymore.” Jennifer moaned loudly, opening herself up to the man kneeling so heavily above her.

“Not yet.” He teased, tightening his fingers around her throat and lowering his head to nip at her full breasts. He bit at her nipples, causing the round, plump mounds to ache and swell as his teeth lightly scraped over them. He worked his way down to her stomach and finally met with the throbbing heat of her sex, where he trailed his tongue over the pounding knob of her clitoris. He kept at a slow pace, gradually pressing harder until Jennifer thought her body would explode from under his skilled torture.

But then he moved faster, harder, flicking his tongue back and forth and up and down in wide circles until she was completely drenched with her own sweet liquid that stained his tongue and the silk sheets.

Nick inhaled her lust and let out a low, satisfied chuckle before swiping his tongue over her damp channel that was aching to be filled.

This was it. Jennifer’s limits were on the brink of breaking. She wouldn’t last long.

But with a simple twist of motions, she was soon on her stomach, and Nick’s hard, solid body was pressed down on top of her. He bit her earlobe and wove a firm hand into her hair. He yanked hard, forcing her head to fly back as he breathed heavily in her ear.

“Nick, please.” she pleaded.

“Is trabzon escort this not what you wanted, Jenn? Did you not want me to make you forget about earlier?” Nick’s deep, taunting voice tested her sanity as he held her down without any hope of escape. “I can make you forget everything, baby.” And in one hard thrust, he entered her. His cock bulged with hunger, with thirst, with a carnal lust that filled her full to the hilt as he began to thrust deeper.

“Nick!” Jennifer screamed again, flailing her arms out wildly and twisting her fingers into the sheets until her nails were starting to hurt.

“Come for me baby.” Nick commanded, “I want you to come.”

And she did; there was no way of stopping it. Jennifer screamed as pleasure coursed through her body in hot, rapid and long strokes. She dug her nails deeply in the tousled sheets and breathed heavily from the intensity of her orgasm.

Nick abruptly removed his penis and pulled her on top of him with extreme impetuous force. He grabbed her by the waist and sank her body back down on his wet, throbbing shaft. “Now it’s your turn, baby.”

Jennifer flashed her husband a dangerous gleam before running her sore fingers up and down his perfectly chiseled chest. She stole a quick glance around the room, searching for anything that might add to the heat of their passion.

“Wait,” Jennifer ordered, pinning Nick’s arms down at his side. “I have an idea.”

Nick didn’t respond; he understood the sinful lust in her eyes upon adding toys into their playful adventures.

Jennifer lifted herself off of Nick’s swollen erection and rushed over to the closet. It didn’t take her long to find the extension cord curled up on the floor. She had known exactly where to look. The long, narrow, wire cord had served a pleasurable purpose on more than one occasion.

Jennifer relished in the sight of Nick’s excited expression upon noticing the cord in her hands. “Ah, baby. You are my kinky girl.”

Jennifer slid back on the bed and straddled him. She lifted his arms above his head and wrapped the cord around each of his wrists and tied him securely to the headboard. After she was certain he couldn’t escape, Jennifer flashed him a dangerous smile before bending her head down to kiss the inner part of his ear.

“Do you remember what I told you, Nick?” she purposely hovered her wet pussy directly above his aching cock. “I told you that I would make you suffer, as I have.” She purred seductively.

Nick made another deep noise in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. He made several failed attempts to thrust his hips upward to meet with her teasing pose, but to no avail.

Jennifer pressed both of her hands down on his chest and slowly wrapped her fingers around the thick muscles in his throat. “Is that what you want, Nick?”

“Oh, God. Yes, baby.” Nick moaned aloud, still struggling to free himself from the cord. He was a strong man, stronger than most. If he was unable to free himself then Jennifer had succeeded in the first step to her plan. A plan she had waited too long to put into action.

With an evil smirk of her daring green eyes, Jennifer gradually removed herself from on top his lap. She rolled off the bed and took several steps back before turning her back to the naked man tied helpless to the bed.

“Wha…what are you doing?” Nick stammered, his handsome expression confused.

Jennifer ignored him. She picked up her blouse and slacks off the floor and began to dress.

“Jennifer?” Nick raised his voice. “What’s going on?”

Jennifer pierced him with a dark glare over her shoulder before finally answering him. “Have I not told you, darling?” Her tone thick with sarcasm. “We are expecting company shortly.”

“What!” Nick shouted, this time truly struggling to break free from his captive state.

Jennifer smiled at the sight of venerability expanding in her husband’s face. He frantically pulled and tugged at the cord, but there he remained–powerless, pathetic, in total submission to her will.

“Get me the fuck out of here!” he continued to shout in a building rage.

Jennifer widened her eyes as if appearing startled. “Now, now, Nicholas; that’s not polite. Why, what would our guest think if she happened to hear you speaking to your wife in that fashion?”

“Quit fucking around, Jennifer. Untie me, now!” The anger in his voice vibrated through the room, causing a small prickle of fear to glide down Jennifer’s spine. But it wasn’t enough to change her mind.

Not now. It was too late for that.

Jennifer turned just in time to hear light footsteps approaching the bedroom door. She glanced back at Nick and narrowed her dark green eyes in obvious animosity. “Now darling, promise to be nice to our guest.” And with a cunning smile, Jennifer slowly made her way toward the cracked door just in time to greet the approaching woman.

A tall, slender woman stepped forward from the dim, hallway lighting. Long, red hair flowed down her back and covered her wide-set, brown eyes with scattered messy bangs. Her skin was pale and flawless, barely concealed behind the low-cut halter top and low-rising jeans.

“Leah, you are here at last.” Jennifer said sweetly before reaching the beautiful woman. “Jennifer.” Leah’s tender voice was surprisingly firm as she smiled at her.

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I sighed as I stepped back from the wall, shaking my head back and forth and frowning at the crooked edge I had just painted. As I let my head fall, discouraged, my eyes were just quick enough to notice a big glob of paint about to drip from the end of my brush. I managed to reach out just quickly enough for the splat of eggshell to land on the drop-cloth rather than the hardwood floor. Nice way to start a Saturday.

It was hopeless, I thought to myself as I set down the brush and picked up a rag to wipe my filthy hands. I just had to face the fact that I wasn’t good at this. Easier said than done, as I’m quite a perfectionist. But when it came down to it, I’d have to decide which was more important to me: that I proved I was a great painter, or that I was actually satisfied with the paint job. And as I daydreamed about having friends over, entertaining with pride in my new home, the answer became clear. I’d have to ask for help.

I’d bought this house just a couple of months earlier, after picking up and moving my life half-way across the country. If it hadn’t been for my parents’ support, and the significant salary I’d be earning in the dream job that had brought me here, I couldn’t have afforded the cute bungalow on the tree-lined street in the desirable neighborhood. After all, real estate values were fairly inflated in this suburb consistently named one of the country’s ‘most livable’. But I was so delighted to be there, I was willing to buy a house that desperately needed landscaping, a new roof, and new paint inside and out.

What I hadn’t realized was that my high-achieving nature didn’t necessarily translate to success in home improvement. I didn’t have the time or skills to do the work myself. And when I reached out for help, inviting contractors over to give an estimate or visiting the hardware store on my way home from work, I inevitably saw my attractive young body reflected as so many dollar signs in the eyes of those I met. This was my first time on my own – no more dad or handy roommate to take care of these things for me – and I can’t express how frustrating it was not to be taken seriously. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind guys staring at my chest or ogling my legs – it’s just that usually I can use my assets to get free dinner and drinks; this time around, it was just leading to high estimates for the work I needed done!

The first people I hired – to paint the outside of the house – were a couple of college guys. They happened to be going door to door looking for work when I was wrestling with my new lawnmower, assured me of their vast experience painting houses the summer before, and impressed me with their cheap quote and eagerness to start the job right away. What the hell, I figured. They’d probably do a good job, and it wouldn’t hurt me to have a little eye candy around. I didn’t even have to feel guilty, a single 26-year-old who just happened to enjoy the view of the shirtless 19-year-olds as they climbed up and down ladders. Innocent fun.

Only problem was, they were sloppy. They were careless. For supposedly experienced painters, they didn’t seem to have much respect for the subtle differences between colors. If I hadn’t been finding excuses to watch them work – OK, so it had been a while since I’d had a date – they would have finished the trim in ‘Surf Green’, when I’d been very clear that my choice was ‘Cilantro’. In the end, they did finish the job, but they got by with just the minimum. Typical of guys their age, I couldn’t help chuckling to myself. It was a real ‘in and out’ job. If I wasn’t there to keep an eye on them, and to clean up after them, I never would have gotten what I wanted.

So, things bring us to where this story began – trying and failing on a Saturday morning to paint my own living room. The guys had finished the outside work a few days before; that evening, I stood out on the front lawn in the late summer sun, surveying their work as I nursed a glass of merlot. Not bad, in the end, and certainly a huge improvement since I moved in. But there’s no way I would hire the young guys back to paint inside. So that weekend, I told myself, my confidence bolstered by the wine and a successful day at the office, I would get it done myself.

As I headed back into the house, my neighbor waved from his porch. “Looks good,” he hollered. I noticed he’d been keeping an eye on the college guys when he could, something I appreciated even though I’d never exchanged more than a few words with him. Terrible, I thought to myself, how little neighbors talk in this day and age. This was something I’d have to work on as I settled into the neighborhood, especially since this guy was so handsome, and appeared to be single.

“Thanks! Although it’s nothing compared to your house – beautiful!”

“Hey, thanks. But don’t worry, you’re still getting settled in. It took me a long time to get things looking this good. Plenty of time for you to catch up!”

I smiled, waved, and walked up the steps and into my house. I wondered düzce escort how much older he was – I guessed early 40s. And if his handsome face and athletic body weren’t enough to catch my attention, he exuded confidence. I had indeed admired his house many times, with its immaculate and historically accurate paint job, gorgeous landscaping, all accented by the always-clean sports car in his driveway. His words echoed in my mind as I settled in for the night. He was supportive, yes, and understanding of the hard work involved with fixing up an old home. But somehow I also took his words as a challenge. Hmm. Guess I should have shared with you that I’m competitive, as well as a perfectionist.

Anyway, if I was hoping to get to know my neighbor better – goodness, I didn’t even know his name – the chance came that Saturday morning. Frustrated with my near-spill and below-par painting skills, I fumed out of the house to get some air. With some nasty language that I won’t repeat here still on my lips, I practically ran into him as I stormed down my front walk.

“Oh, yikes, sorry!” I looked up into his eyes, and blushed as I realized he’d heard everything I’d said.

“That’s OK, no worries! Are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just getting frustrated with my painting project.”

“I can see that,” he replied with a smile, looking down at my dirty overalls, which somehow had almost as much paint on them as what I’d managed to get on the wall.

“Yeah, not my forte. But it’s OK, I just needed to get some air, clear my head, then I’ll get back at it.” Just then, I realized he’d been coming to see me. “Hey, were you coming over for a visit?”

“Well, yes! I was thinking after we chatted last night, what a shame it is that neighbors don’t know each other better, and figured I might find you home on a Saturday morning.”

I nodded and smiled, not quite ready to admit that he’d read my mind. “What a nice thought. Please, come in, I’ll show you around.”

“My name’s Jake, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Jake,” reaching out to shake the hand he had offered. “I’m Ashley. Come on in.”

I gave him the quick tour, pointing out the work I intended to do in each room, and sensed his eyes moving over my body as he followed me through the house. Dirty as I was from attempting to paint, I smiled to myself, I could tell he found me appealing in my cute home improvement outfit. My wavy blonde hair, which normally fell just below my shoulder blades, was up in two pigtails. My paint-covered overalls hugged my figure, showing off my tight little ass, great legs, and especially my tits. I was wearing a lacy red bra that was just barely concealed by a fitted white t-shirt. A sexy outfit, really, and something I wouldn’t have been caught dead in outside the comfort of my own home!

He looked, as he always did, exceedingly comfortable and confident in jeans and a polo shirt. He was about 6’1″, I estimated, to my 5’7″, in great shape, and much to my delight, clearly hadn’t shaved that morning. My mind was wandering down a dangerous path when we found ourselves back in the living room and he spoke, bringing me back to reality.

“So, looks like you bought out the whole store here?”

I looked around, taking in the cans of designer paint, drop-cloths, various sizes of brushes and rollers, several rolls of painter’s tape, etc. “Well, yeah, I wanted to be prepared.”

“It’s just that, well, never mind.”

“No, tell me, what were you going to say?”

“It’s just that, just buying the right supplies doesn’t insure that you can paint.”

“Yeah, I know…” I let my voice trail off, my eyes following his glance to the crooked edge I’d painted that morning.

“Here,” he said, handing me the brush. “Let me watch your technique. Maybe I can help.”

Once again, I couldn’t decide whether to take his words as supportive or challenging. But as I wanted to do whatever I could to get to know him better, I figured I should go along with it. I looked back at him once more, and he gave me an encouraging nod, so I walked back to the wall, added paint to my brush, and nervously painted another crooked edge, this time along a window. My lack of skill was only amplified by the fact that a sexy older guy was watching my every move.

“So, will you let me give you a few tips?”

“Well, I’m sure it’s just a matter of practice, I mean, after I’ve been at it for a while, I’m sure I’ll get better.”

“Yes, but meanwhile you’ll waste a lot of paint, time, and anguish. Listen, I’ve got lots of experience, and I’ll be happy to help you if you’re willing to check your ego at the door before we get started.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said with a smile and a wink. “I can tell that you’re an accomplished young woman, and used to things being under your control. But I think you’ll find that when it comes to things like this, listening to me is always the best way to go.”

My mouth edirne escort wanted to drop open, but I caught myself before that could happen. It struck me that he was referring to more than just painting, but I tried to play it cool. “Alright, Jake. You’re right. I’m competitive and used to handling things on my own. But I admit I’m a lousy painter. I’d love your help.”

“OK! First, you don’t need to use that painter’s tape. Look,” he said, pulling it away from the edge I’d been painting, “your getting paint underneath it anyway. Watch me for a second.”

Putting paint on another brush, he smoothly painted a perfect edge, with no irritating blue painter’s tape to guide his way.

“Wow, how’d you do that?”

“You can do it too, Ashley, you just need to slow down and have a little patience. Here, you try this edge.”

I followed his direction, and did my best to follow his example, but once again I painted a crooked line, globbing paint where I didn’t want it and leaving some areas bare that should have been covered.

“You’re trying to hurry it. You need to take your time to do it correctly.” He came up behind me and took my hand in his, guiding the brush slowly and gently, and I quickly understood the difference between his touch and mine.

“See, you were trying to move too quickly, and in the process, you were making a mess. A little patience…” his voice trailed off as he put more paint on the brush, put it back in my hand, and once again guided my motions. I could feel my body warming as he stood so closely behind me, my heart beating faster as I felt his breath in my ear. But just as soon as I began to melt into him, he pulled away from me, stepping back into the room to survey my work once again.

“That’s it, Ashley. Much better. Keep going, I’ll be right back, just want to run home to get a few tools.”

My mind raced in the few minutes that I was alone. I wanted to stop, to ponder a possible next move with this guy, but I also felt strongly that I needed to keep going, keep painting, show him that I’d made progress by the time he returned. I was overwhelmed with a sense of frustration at how easily he had taken control – in just a matter of minutes, he had made it clear that he was in charge, that he would be calling the shots – and unfortunately I didn’t know whether painting was all he had in mind for the day. I just knew I was hoping for more.

Before I knew it, he was back, carrying a cordless drill. “Good job, Ashley, much better. Why don’t we try another color now, is this what you wanted to use for an accent wall?”

I looked to see which paint can he was pointing at, and nodded. I reached for a screwdriver to pry open the lid, and with my other hand, grabbed one of the stir sticks I’d been given at the paint store.

“Oh, no, Ashley, I’ve got something much better.” Jake quickly switched attachments on his drill, kneeled next to me, and stirred the paint in just a matter of seconds.

“I didn’t know there was such a tool!”

“Oh, yes, stirs the paint much more quickly and effectively. Besides, we’ll find a better use for those stir sticks later.”

My mind raced once again, searching his face for any clue whether he was talking about home improvement projects or bedroom activities, but I couldn’t read anything from his piercing blue eyes. They were at once serious and mischievous. Oh well, nothing I could do but continue to go along with this. He was clearly in the driver’s seat.

We worked together in silence for a few more moments before he spoke again. “Do you believe me now, can we get rid of all of this tape? Again, I can think of much better uses for it than cluttering up your living room. And while we’re at it, you do realize you don’t really need this drop cloth, right?”

“But, um… I just don’t want to get anything on the hardwood floor.”

“Nor do I. But as with many things in life, if you do it properly, you won’t make a mess. Be aware of how much paint is on your brush. Don’t rush it. A little patience.”

I nodded, allowing his confident voice to wash over me as I worked. Much as I tried to focus on my painting, though, I couldn’t help but be distracted by most everything he said. Once it entered my mind that there were double entendres in everything he said, it was difficult to focus on much but the growing warmth between my legs.

“With the drop cloth, you’re preparing yourself for failure. You’re assuming that you’re going to spill a drop. We won’t be needing it, trust me.”

I nodded my understanding, and he gathered the cloth up from the floor, folded it neatly, and put it in the corner of the room.

“So, how are we doing over here?”

As he had before, he came up behind me, his breath hot on my neck as he watched me paint. I had already improved, my strokes much slower now, and I was no longer spilling paint in all directions. It was actually ending up where I intended – on the wall! Just elazığ escort as I began to take pleasure in this success, I felt his hands on my hips. For a moment, it could have been innocent enough, but then his hands began to wander, reaching underneath the overalls to cup my breasts.

I sighed and melted into him, and nearly dropped the paintbrush. I managed to firm up my grip before it fell to the floor, but in the process, a large drop of green paint fell to the floor, splattering on the hardwood. His hands pulled away from my body, and I spun around to face him.

“I thought you understood that we wouldn’t be relying on the drop cloth?”

“But, um, I thought you wanted to…”

“Oh, I do, but not until you accept that there will be a consequence to your sloppiness.” His usual confidence remained, but I could tell he was searching my face for a reaction, making sure I was interested in going along with his latest whim.

Oh yes, I was. And I was quick to respond. “I assume that’s what the stir stick is for?”

“That’s right, Ashley. A few swats should remind you to be more careful in the future.”

He picked up one of the virgin sticks, asked me to hold out my hands, palm up, and swatted each of them once, firmly.

“You look disappointed, Ashley. Were you hoping for something more?”

I blushed, realizing that maybe I’d misread his intentions and revealed more about myself than I should have to my neighbor. But my fears were quickly assuaged. “Don’t worry, Ashley. There will be more. All in good time. Remember, a little patience.”

He tossed the stick to the floor and took me in his arms once again. With a few quick motions, he unhooked the straps of my overalls, letting them fall to my waist, and quickly pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. He pulled my breasts out of the cups of my bra, and took them one by one into his mouth, sucking aggressively. My nipples had always been sensitive but eager, and I arched my back in pleasure as he gently nibbled on them. My hands slipped down to his crotch, and I massaged his growing cock with one hand as the other quickly moved to unbutton his fly and fish it out of his boxers.

“Not so fast, Ashley. A little precision, please?”

He backed away from me and slowly stripped naked, his eyes locked on mine as he removed first his shoes and socks, setting them neatly aside, then his jeans and boxers, and finally his shirt. Only his hard, erect cock revealed that he was aroused – everything else about his movements and the calm of his eyes spoke only of the utmost confidence.

“Now you.”

I followed his lead, just as I had a few minutes earlier when I imitated the stroke of his paintbrush. Now it was my turn to peel off what remained of my clothes and set them neatly aside, keeping my eyes fixed on his except for the occasional glance down at his cock.

“Do you want to pleasure me?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Then drop to your knees.”

Once there, adjusting my kneecaps to the hard, cold floor, I looked up into his eyes, smiling. He continued with his instructions.

“Now,” he said calmly, reaching once more for the stir stick. “If I get any sense that you’re resorting to the rushed motions you’re used to, you’re going to get a firm swat, understood? As long as you show some patience, I’ll let you work. And remember, don’t spill a drop.”

I could hardly control my excitement as I eagerly took his cock into my hands and mouth. I moved quickly, lustily, and it wasn’t long before I felt the sting of the wood against my skin as he bent down to slap it across my ass. “A little patience, Ashley. All good things to those who wait.”

I answered wordlessly, going back to work on his cock with long, slow strokes, as I felt my own juices begin to trickle down my leg. I looked up at him as I took his entire length into my mouth, and, apparently sensing my willingness to follow his rules, he put down the stick. Both hands free, he now grasped my pigtails and gently guided my motions. I was determined to maintain my slow and steady pace, massaging his balls in my hands as I let his cock slide in and out of my mouth, but before long it was he who began to speed things up.

For a few minutes more, he thrust in and out, whispering gentle commands to guide my touch, and I responded instantly to each, eager to please. He raised his voice just a bit to warn me that he was about to orgasm. Then, with a level of control I’d never experienced from a man about to cum, whispered, “Remember, Ashley. Not a drop.”

Just at that moment, I felt his warm load shoot deep into my throat. Gagging a bit, I nonetheless continued to suck him off, swallowing every drop, and smiling up at him with pleasure at my success when he finally pulled out of me.

“Nicely done, Ashley. You see, you are a quick learner. Now it’s time for your reward.”

Before I could respond or react, he picked up the painter’s tape and strolled out of the room, down the hall towards my bedroom. My knees both weak and sore, I climbed to my feet as quickly as I could and followed him, arriving just in time to see him pull a long length of tape from the roll and rip it free.

“Now, for your next lesson. For those of us who can paint without this silly guide, there’s a much more satisfying use of this tape. On the bed, please.”

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This story is intended for adult audiences only. All characters found within are above 18 years of age. This is the first story in a series centered on the heroine Kanesha Connors. Ms. Connors is based on a Lit Chat friend of mine and this story was written with her help and approval. Enjoy!

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The brunette auctioneer slammed her gavel down on the large mahogany podium on the stage. “Ladies and Gentlemen!” She said loudly trying to bring the raucous room to order. “Welcome to Stone’s Auction House on this rainy night! My name is Kanesha Connors and I will be your host auctioneer for the evening.”

She paused as the crowd gave her a healthy round of applause. She smiled and enjoyed their positive attention. She stepped from behind the podium and gave the crowd a flirty smile and bow. This gave the bidders sitting at the booths and tables a healthy look at her cleavage shown off in the dark navy cocktail dress she’d chosen to wear with the deep V cut in the front. She eased back up slowly enjoying teasing the crowd and did a slight spin in her nude colored heels. Her dress was extremely short and suitable for such an exclusive BDSM club.

She beamed with a bright grin as she moved back behind the podium. Behind it her short 5’1 frame was mostly concealed even in the heels she wore. “Let’s all calm down a little.” She said coyly with a devious grin. “I’m not the one being auctioned, let’s save that enthusiasm for our merchandise. Speaking of which…” she paused. “Bring out our first item!” She opened her hand swinging to out to her side pointing to the stage.

Two burly men dressed in solid black shirts and slacks drug between them a lovely redhead. The woman shuffled her feet quickly trying to keep up as shackles and chain were locked around her wrists and ankles. She wore a simple white tanktop and white tight shorts that cling to her hips and showed off all of her silky white legs.

“What a lovely sight…” Kanesha exclaimed clapping her hands together as the men raised the woman’s wrists and locked them to the auction post in the center of the stage. “Bidders, if you will please locate the club sponsored tablet at your table. This device will be used for our bidding as well as receiving any information on our items for sale.”

The men finished and left the stage as the redhead struggled slightly in her restraints. Kanesha walked over to the woman slowly after grabbing a few items from under the podium. “This is item number: 732” she said uncapping the sharpie marker she held. She traced the numbers 7-3-2 down the woman’s left thigh as she continued to speak. “We will begin the bidding at $1,000. As I’m sure you’ve read 732’s length of slavery will consist of 3 months, please factor that into your bids.”

Kanesha stepped back and turned to the crowd. “Some of our regulars will know that as the bidding increases we will display more of the value of 732. We may even put her through her paces if the bidding reaches those levels…” she paused for a dramatic effect. “Bidders you may begin…” a bell chimed signaling the beginning of the sale.

Kanesha turned back to the redhead as the process started. Each bid raised the price by only $500 so she had time to toy with the lovely redhead before her. She moved close so the microphone wrapped around her head could pick up her quiet conversation.

“732… you are new to our auction aren’t muğla escort you?” Kanesha said bringing a hand to her flat tight belly.

“Yes ma’am…” the woman replied. “I have some student loans I need to pay off and I just finished nursing school.”

“I’m sure your not the first coed to use her body to pay for her college.” Kanesha said sliding a hand under the bottom of her top. The redhead shivered feeling Kanesha’s fingers slip higher and higher under her top. “Many a stripper and whore has funded a degree.” Kanesha stopped as her fingers reached the woman’s left breast.

“Mmmmm what are you? B cups? So fun and perky. And I can feel how hard your nipples are? I bet your dripping ready for me to strip you. Once the bidding reaches $10,000 is when I get to show the crowd what’s underneath.” Kanesha said licking her lips as a *ding* on stage signaled a stop to the bidding.

“Perfect timing! We’ve reached $10,000 and reached the first level of her display.” Kanesha said spinning back to the crowd. “This hot piece of ass is melting under my fingers. Let’s see if the open air of this room can cool her off.” She spun back to cheers from the crowd.

Kanesha moved her hands to the thin shoulders of the tank top and pulled firmly. The fabric was thin and tore easily down the middle like it was designed to do. The pale freckled chest of the woman came into clear view as Kanesha pulled downward tossing the torn garment to the floor.

“Such lovely pink nipples!” She said “I have to have a taste.”

Kanesha moved in and took the woman’s left nipple between her lips and sucked firmly. Her hands meanwhile slid to her hips and under the elastic of the tight white shorts. Kanesha pushed them down slowly sliding the fabric over her tight ass and down her thighs. She let the fabric go as it dropped further pooling around the woman’s ankles and cuffs.

“The carpet matches the drapes.” Kanesha giggled as she slid one hand down the woman’s flat stomach to rub her neatly trimmed pubic mound. The redhead moaned again as Kanesha’s fingers slid to her clit and toyed with it softly. “Bidders my begin again…” was the last thing Kanesha said before her lips locked on the right nipple of the redhead and began to suck.

Kanesha toyed with the bound slave sucking and teasing her body as the bidders raised their bids. She wanted to put on a show for the audience. She wanted them all hard or wet wanting to buy this redheaded slave. Her mind went to the man who’d hired her for this event, Mr. Trent Stone. She thought for a moment how she wanted to bring this slave’s top price and how it would please him. She sucked harder as she slipped a finger into the moaning woman’s pussy.

The redhead gasp as Kanesha finger slid up to the first knuckle, she pushed deeper and felt the tight wet walls of this future slave’s pussy grip her finger. “I can say that this hot little slut’s cunt is tight, wet and aching to be wrecked..” Kanesha toyed with her as the display behind them ticked higher with the woman’s rising price.

The redhead began moaning and grinding her hips into Kanesha’s hand trying to fuck the fingers slipping back and forth inside her. Her eyes closed as she tossed her head back in wanton lust. Kanesha saw this as an opportunity to push her over the edge.

The bidding stalled just short of the $20,000 ordu escort needed to have Kanesha do something new with the climaxing redhead. The woman moaned loudly as the *ding* sounded again signally the end of the bidding. Kanesha let her ride her fingers a little longer before slipping them out and moving to the podium.

“SOLD!” Kanesha exclaimed slamming the gavel down several times with a wide smile satisfied with her first sale as the club’s new auctioneer. “Take her away and prepare her for Ms. Thomas who is the highest bidder. Let’s hope 732 enjoys her new Mistress.”

Kanesha watched as the guards unlocked and pulled the now naked redhead backstage. “We will have our customary break for a half hour or so and I’ll be back to sale our next item.”

Kanesha walked off the stage passing the guards and cages holding the nights items for sale. She barely gave the slave meat a second glance as she dropped down some steps and turned out a door to the main lounge. She’d already decided to make her way to Mr. Stone’s booth and get an assessment of how she’d preformed.

Mr. Stone was seated in the back left booth in the large room and seemed to be enjoying a mixed drink. Kanesha had known Mr. Stone for several months now after he’d been a client of her ‘real job’ company for the same length of time. The pair had hit off the working relationship rather quickly and at Mr. Stone’s insistence Kanesha had submitted to his continual advances.

She had to admit the forwardness he’d shown bringing her to his private club on their first date months ago was astonishing but somehow he’d gambled correctly and the evening’s events were right up Kanesha’s alley.

Mr. Stone was five or six years older than the 29 year old Kanesha. He was average in height with a rather athletic build. The image of him shirt less came to her mind as she neared his table. She also had to admit he was sitting on his finest asset and Kanesha had more than once threaten to take a bite out of it.

She could see his bright blue eyes lighten up seeing she was coming straight for him. She watched him brush back his brown hair with beginning streaks of grey. He slid out from the booth like a true gentlemen and offered her his hand.

“Have a seat. You’ve earned it my pet.” He smiled helping her into the booth. He motioned for one of the club waitress to bring Kanesha a drink “The usual?” He asked

“Yes…” She replied as the waitress neared the table. He met her and whispered the order into the naked blonde waitress’ ear. Kanesha took a long look at the woman who wore the metal wrist and ankle cuffs that were customary items in a club slave’s attire. She watched the metal chain hanging between the blondes ample bosom that connected to the matching metal collar around her neck.

“Not wanting me to talk to the help.” She said sarcastically as he slid into the booth beside her.

“No, more like I don’t have the available staff to handle the 30 minute cunnilingus session you made our waitress do last weekend.” He said back to her giving her a peck on her cheek.

“Oh? Well I wasn’t your auctioneer last week. I would only have time for a twenty minute session tonight.” She smiled sliding her hand into his lap. “Where is that slut you had selling last week anyway? I never liked her anyway, far to easy on the merchandise.”

“That osmaniye escort ‘slut’ as you call her is upstairs working on our clubs accounting. It helps to keep a CPA on staff. You filling in for her may only be temporary if you can’t sell fresh meat at a higher price than that first woman.” He spat back as his hand slid to the front of her dress sliding inside to feel her firm right breast.

“We both know she’d never sold that redhead for more than 10k.” Kanesha mumbled through gasping breath at his hand sliding against the pale flesh of her breast. She felt his fingers pinch and tease her nipple testing it’s hardness.

“That may be the case.” He said as their drinks arrived and both of them slid their hands to take the beverages. “I am pleased you were willing to try your hand at auctioneering.”

They both took a healthy swig of their drinks before he continued. “Seeing you on stage with the slave was quite arousing.”

“I’m glad it was as arousing for you as it was for me. If I didn’t have to go back on stage in 15 I’d make you take me to one of the private rooms for some playtime.” She said sliding a hand back to his lap.

He smiled feeling her small soft hands stroke his thick member though his dress pants. “We don’t have too busy an auction agenda tonight. We’ll find time to satisfy that urge.” He said sliding his own hand up the inside of her thigh.

The pair toyed with each other’s bodies as they finished their drinks. Mr. Stone rose several minutes later and let Ms. Connors out of the booth. She made her way to the ladies’ restroom to touch up her makeup as a pair of spying eyes followed her every move.

She was reapplying her lipstick in the mirror when the door opened and in walked a naked club slave. Kanesha glanced at her in the mirror not recognizing her.

“Are you supposed to be in here?” Kanesha said not hesitating applying her makeup.

“No miss, but I had to see you. I have to tell you. You’re not safe, not in this club.” The black haired slave whispered close behind her. “There are members of the club that want nothing more than you dressed like me or sold on the block and he can’t always protect you.”

The woman’s words sent a shiver up Kanesha’s spine causing her to stop what she was doing. Kanesha turned quickly to face her but as she did the door opened and another slave entered.

“178! What are you doing? You’re not supposed to be in here.” The nude blonde waitress from Kanesha’s table exclaimed. “Hurry back to your tables or all of us will get whipped for it.” The blonde said grabbing her arm. “Apologies Ms. Connors please forgive myself and 178. She’s very new and doesn’t know all the club rules yet.”

“That’s quite alright.” Kanesha replied calmly looking at the brunette who wouldn’t dare make eye contact now. Her words had stirred up and it unsettled Kanesha’s mind.

“What did the girl mean she’s not safe? Who were the members the Slave was talking about and what did they plan to do with her? Could Trent protect her or was he part of a conspiracy that might lead to her loss of freedom?…” her mind raced standing there as the two club slaves made an exit.

“Ms. Connors… Ms. Connors…” the blonde repeated standing at the door trying to bring Kanesha out of her haze. “It looks like they are ready for you on stage. You’re wanted on the auction block.” The naked blonde said standing at the door pulling the brunette behind her.

Kanesha snapped out of it but the final words of the club slave imprinted in her mind. “You’re wanted on the auction block. You’re wanted on the auction block.” Seemed to repeat over and over in Kanesha’s mind as she made her way back to auction off the next future slave.

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An sadomasochistic, erotic story that will awaken any woman’s sexual passions where a girl he knows into a kind of erotic torture chamber- Part- 3

During the ten minutes grace that I mentally allowed Leah in which to recover from the violence of her struggles, I quietly studied her as she stood helpless, almost supporting herself by resting her weight on her wrists. She was to me an exhilarating spectacle, her bosom fluttering, rising and falling as she caught her breath, her cheeks still flushing, her large hat somewhat disarranged, while her dainty well-fitting dress displayed her neat comely figure to its fullest advantage.

She regained command of herself wonderfully quickly, and then it was evident that she was stealthily watching me in horrible apprehension. I did not leave her long in suspense, but after going slowly round her and inspecting her, I placed a chair right in front of her, so close to her its edge almost touched her knees, then slipped myself into it, keeping my legs apart, so that she stood between them, the front of her dress pressing against the fly of my trousers. Her head was now above mine, so that I could peer directly into her downcast face.

As I took up this position, Leah trembled nervously and tried to draw herself away from me, but found herself compelled to stand as I had placed her. Noticing the action, I drew my legs closer to each other so as loosely to hold her between them, smiling cruelly at the uncontrollable shudder that passed through her when she felt the pressure of my knees against hers!,

Then I extended my arms, clasped her gently round the waist, and drew her against me, at the same time tightening the clutch of my legs, till soon she was fairly in my embrace, my face pressing against her throbbing bosom. For a moment she struggled wildly, then resigned herself to the unavoidable as she recognised her helplessness.

Except when dancing with her, I had never held Leah in my arms, and the embrace permitted by the waltz was nothing to the comprehensive clasping between arms and legs in which she now found herself. She trembled fearfully, her tremors giving me exquisite pleasure artvin escort as I felt them shoot through her, and murmured beseechingly: ‘Please don’t, Deepak!’

I looked up into her flushed face, as I amorously pressed my cheek against the swell of her bosom: ‘Don’t you like it, Leah?’ I said maliciously, as I squeezed her still more closely against me. ‘I think you’re just delicious, dear, and I am trying to imagine what it will feel like, when your clothes have been taken off you!’

‘No! No! Deepak!’ she moaned agonizingly, twisting herself in her distress, ‘let me go, Deepak; don’t … don’t …’ and her voice failed her.

For answer, I maintained her against me with my left arm round her waist, then with my right hand, I began to stroke and press her hips and bottom.

‘Oh! … don’t Deepak! don’t!’ Leah shrieked, squirming in distress and futilely endeavoring to avoid my marauding hand. I paid no attention to her pleadings and cries, but I continued my stroking and caressing her full posteriors and thighs down to her knees, then back to her buttocks and haunches, she, all the while, quivering in a delicious way.

Then I freed my left hand, and holding her tightly imprisoned between my legs, I proceeded with both hands to study over her clothes the configuration of her backside and hips and thighs, handling her buttocks with a freedom that seemed to stagger her, as she pressed the front of her person against me, in her efforts to escape from the liberties that my hands were takings with her posterior charms.

After toying delightfully with her in this way for some little time, I ceased and withdrew my hands from her hips, but only to pass them up and down over her inner sides; then I passed to her bosom which I began lovingly to stroke and caress to her dismay. Her complexion rose as she swayed uneasily on her legs. But her stays prevented any direct attack on her bosom, so I decided to open her clothes sufficiently to obtain a peep at her virgin breasts, and set to work to unbutton her top.

‘Deepak, no! no!!’ shrieked Leah, struggling vainly to get loose. aydın escort But I only smiled and continued to undo her blouse till I got it completely open and threw it back on to her shoulders, only as a fairly high bodice covered her bosom. I set to work to open this, my fingers reveling in the touch of Leah’s dainty linen. Soon it also was open and thrown back – and then, right before my eager eyes, lay the snowy expanse of Leah’s bosom, her breasts being visible nearly as far as their nipples!

‘Oh! … oh! …’ she moaned in her distress, flushing painfully at this cruel exposure. But I was too excited to take any notice; my eyes were riveted on the provokingly lovely swell of her breasts, exhibiting the valley between the twin globes, now heaving and fluttering under her agitated emotions. Unable to restrain myself, I threw my arms round Leah’s waist drew her closely to me and pressed my lips on her palpitating flesh which I kissed furiously.

‘Don’t, Deepak!’ cried Leah, as she tugged frantically at her fastenings in her wild endeavors to escape from my passionate lips; but instead of stopping, my mouth wandered all over her heaving bosom and to her delicious breasts, punctuating its progress with hot kisses which seemed to drive her mad to such a pitch that I through it best to desist.

‘Oh! my God!’ she moaned as I relaxed my clasp and fell back in my chair to enjoy the sight of her shamefaced distress. There was not the least doubt that she felt most keenly my indecent assault, and so I determined to worry her with lascivious liberties a little longer.

When she had become calmer, I passed my arms round her waist and again began to play with her posteriors, then, stooping down, I got my hands under her clothes and commenced to pull them up. Flushing violently, Leah shrieked to me to desist, but in vain; in a trice, I turned her petticoats up, held them thus with my left hand and with my right I proceeded to attack her bottom now protected only by her dainty thin drawers!

The sensation was delirious! My hand delightedly roved over the fat plump cheeks of her arse balıkesir escort , stroking, caressing and pinching them, reveling in the firmness and elasticity of her flesh under its thin covering, Leah all the time, wriggling and squirming in horrible shame, imploring me almost incoherently to desist and finally getting so semi-hysterical, that I was compelled to suspend my exquisite game. To her relief, I dropped her skirts, pushed my chair back and rose.

I had in the room a large plate-glass mirror nearly eight feet high which reflected one at full length. While Leah was recovering from her last ordeal, I pushed this mirror close in front of her, placing it so that she could see herself in its center. She started uneasily as she caught sight of herself, for I had left her bosom uncovered, and the reflection of herself in such shameful dishabille in conjunction with her large hat (which she still retained) seemed vividly to impress on her the horror of her position!

Having arranged the mirror to my satisfaction, I picked up the chair and placed it just behind Leah, sat down on it, and worked myself forward on it till Leah again stood between my legs, but this time with her back to me. The mirror faithfully reflected my movements and her feminine intuition warned her that the front of her person was now about to become the object of my indecent assault.

But I did not give her time to think. Quickly I encircled her waist again with my arms, drew her to me till her bottom pressed against my chest, then, while my left arm held her firmly, my right hand began to wander over the junction of her stomach and legs, pressing inquisitively her groin and thighs, and intently watching her in the mirror.

Her color rose, her breath came unevenly, she quivered and trembled on her legs as she pressed her thighs closely together. She was horribly perturbed, but I do not think she anticipated what then happened.

Quietly dropping my hands, I slipped them under her clothes, caught hold of her ankles, then proceeded to climb up her legs over her stockings.

‘No! no! for God’s sake, don’t Deepak!’ Leah yelled, now scarlet with shame and wild with alarm at this invasion of her most secret parts. Frantically she dragged at her fastenings, her hands clenched, her head thrown back, her eyes dilated with horror. Throwing the whole of her weight on her wrists, she strove to free her legs from my attacking hands by kicking out desperately, but to no avail.

Continued…

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[If you’re looking for hardcore BDSM this isn’t it. Diane and I are light weight. Yes, we have handcuffs, butt plugs and a lot of latex, but we only play at it.]

This week was Diane’s turn. She handed me a cock cage and told me to put it on and lock it. When I started to protest she gave me the key and said, “Don’t worry, here’s the key. You hang onto it.”

I was hesitant about locking my dick up in a steel cage so I made sure the key worked before I got the cage anywhere near my cock.

The key worked perfectly so I was up for it. But my dick was getting too hard to fit in the cage and there was no way I was fitting the ring around my dick and behind my balls.

Diane pulled the front of her panties down and told me to relieve the pressure by filling her panties with my cum. I quickly started stroking. When I shot my load she pulled her panties up and rubbed the cum into her pussy.

It took a while before my cock lost its hardness. Even then I still couldn’t slide the cage over it. Diane gave me a blow job but that only made it worse.

Finally she went into the kitchen and came back with a bag of frozen peas. They were so cold I thought my dick was going to shrivel up and fall off. But the peas did their job.

Diane wrapped her hand around my balls and put the ring on my cock making sure it was behind my balls. When she snapped the ring closed I slid the cage over my pea sized cock. Before Diane clicked the lock closed I checked one more time to make sure the key fit.

After Diane clicked the lock shut I put the key on my key ring.

We got dressed and went out to our favorite restaurant. The cock cage felt weird and I spent the entire meal ardahan escort trying to adjust myself. Kinda like a ball player.

When we got home from the restaurant Diane wanted to fuck. “Give me the key. I think this cage thing is harder on me than it is on you.”

“Not yet, I want to see if I can do it for a couple days.”

At bedtime Diane came out of the bathroom wearing a one piece crotchless teddy that didn’t even begin to cover her wet pussy. She reached over and pulled my underpants off and straddled me.

It was a little bit awkward because the cock cage curved downwards, but Diane was able to get her pussy wrapped around it. I saw her eyes glaze over as she started doing a camel-toe slide on the hard stainless steel cage.

Camel-toe slides are one of our favorite sex acts. I get to watch her pussy sliding up and down my hard cock as I ejaculate.

This camel-toe slide was different though. I watched her slide her pussy over the cock cage but I didn’t feel much of anything. Then she started panting and climaxed faster than I’ve ever seen her.

When she caught her breath she said, “This thing is great! It will stay hard forever and I can masturbate on it as much as I want, for as long as I want.”

When we woke in the morning we were spooning with my caged cock wedged between her ass cheeks. Normally I’d have a huge woody about this time, but not this morning. But my cock was trying. If the wire guage on the cock cage was smaller my dick would have been sliced and diced.

Diane said softly, “Between you eating my pussy and me masturbating on that steel cage I must have cum a dozen times.”

“At adıyaman escort least,” I replied. “Not once for me though.”

“If you take that thing off while I’m in the shower we can remedy that,” she said, as she jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

I was still in bed when Diane came out of the bathroom. I was still wearing the cock cage. “Unlock that thing and fuck me!” she demanded.

She was standing in front of me, just out of the shower with water running down her beautiful body. I wanted nothing more but to fuck her, but I said, “No, I’m going to tuff this out until you get back from Denver.”

Diane had to go on a two day business trip to Denver this morning. While looking at my caged cock she asked, “Are you sure?”

I nodded and she said, “If the pressure gets too great you always have the key.”

When I dropped her off at the airport I handed her the key and said, “What’s the purpose of the cock cage if I have the key? You’ll be home in two days. I think I can bear being locked up till then.”

Two days later as I was getting ready to leave for the airport Diane called and said she needed to stay in Denver over the weekend for three more days of meetings next week.

I was fucked. I headed down to Lowe’s in search of bolt cutters. They had several different models but every one of them looked like it would cut my dick off if I slipped.

I couldn’t get mad at Diane for leaving me locked in this thing. It was my fault for giving her the key.

Five days later I picked her up at the airport. While we were riding home I unzipped my pants and told her karabük escort to unlock the damn thing.

“I don’t have the key,” she said. “I put it back on your key ring while you were getting my suitcase out of the trunk last week. You’ve had the key all along.”

I looked at Diane, then down at my caged cock hanging out of my pants and said, “Please get it off my key ring and unlock my cock.”

While she was getting the key off my key ring I got off the freeway and pulled into a Wendy’s parking lot.

When she took the padlock off my dick was so swollen she had a hard time pulling the cage off. With a lot of her spit it finally came off. At which point I immediately got the biggest hardest erection I’ve ever had.

The ring that was secured behind my balls was so tight she couldn’t remove it. It felt like my dick was being strangled.

I started to yank on my cock to relieve the pressure, but Diane stopped me and went down on me right there in the Wendy’s parking lot. Even after Diane sucked me dry the ring was still preventing me from losing my erection. We both tried to unsnap the ring but it was still too tight.

Diane started to jerk me off hoping it might help I put the car in reverse and backed out.

Even after cumming a second time my dick was still hard when we pulled into our garage. Diane headed to the freezer for a bag of frozen peas. “Wait a minute,” I said. “I don’t want to waste a perfectly good hard-on. Drop your panties and bend over.”

She bent over the kitchen table and hiked her skirt but she wasn’t wearing any panties. My cock still had cum all over it so it slid in her pussy easily as I rammed it in all the way to that damn ring that was stuck around my balls.

I finally put the bag of peas on my swollen member after cumming for the third time and was able to remove the cage ring.

“That was awesome,” she said. “I think we may have to lock you up again.” She leaned over and took my shriveled up cock in her mouth to see if she could suck some life back into it.

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