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“When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I’ve never tried before.”
– Mae West

* * * * *

A week had passed since the total sexual eclipse, and Puppy Slave had kept his vow to his Goddess – he had gone to work commando every day.

They would cross each other’s paths at work; each gazing into the other’s eyes with a “we know something they don’t know” look; each doing their respective tasks as the erotic thoughts of his Goddess being in thongs beneath Her khakis, and Her Puppy being in the raw beneath his, lent excitement – and mutual passion – to their day.

The summer rains had returned and remained; like houseguests that have overstayed their welcome; the dead gray pallor making the sky gloomy – and the employees’ outlooks the same. All wished for the season to be true to its norm, as some had plans to go to the beach; others just to putter with yard work; still others to participate in outdoor sports.

There were two co-workers, however, who didn’t care that the rains had returned, or if it rained for forty days and forty nights; or if it ever stopped raining at all. They had been awakened and introduced to a mutually welcomed world of dominance and bondage; during the one and only night necessary to being dry and clear – and that revealing night- that past Thursday night by the river’s edge- had made everything else decisively clear, too: She was to be his obeyed Goddess, and he was to be Her devout slave.

Within this same week, She had made several other demands of Her puppy-of-a-slave to prove his worthiness of Her attention. He would call Her on his way to work to pronounce his soul-felt devotion and obedience to Her, and at night while driving home from work, he was to use his mobile phone headset and masturbate while She coached him into stroking himself empty. Above all else, however, he was to proclaim his immeasurable trust in Her. This last demand was, in reality, Her First Commandment:

“THOU SHALT TRUST THY GODDESS WITH ALL THY HEART, AND WITH ALL THY SOUL, AND WITH ALL THY PERVERSIONS IN THY MIND”

From this unshakable belief, all of their erotic fantasies could- and would- be physically attained.

It was the leather dog collar; wide, black and chrome stud encrusted with a silver tag that hung from it with the engraving ” My Puppy Slave” that She gifted him; placing it around his neck as his rightful owner should – now commanding him to wear daily at work – which would cause his belief to be rattled. It was fear that beset him; not entirely unwarranted fear either; for if his superior spotted it beneath his shirt and tie, questions would certainly be asked; questions that he could not – dared not – answer.

But it was this same fear of discovery and humiliation that evoked the warm tingle deep within his groin. His firm, tight balls bouncing with each step; free from their cotton boxer prison; his cock stretching in its new, non restraining environment that made his concerns evaporate. It was his – no, – it was Her- chosen lifestyle for him.

The Commandments of his Goddess were that of his newfound Bondage and Domination religion. The dog collar symbolized this domination by his Goddess, and this denomination of BDSM worship to Her. He was Her pet – Her Puppy – Her Puppy-of-a-slave. Unequivocally; final; finis.

They compared their work schedules for the upcoming week and found they had, by an act of their friend, Fate- one mutual day off where they could have some private time together to further explore the proclivities of Her newest form of sexually enticing talents.

The night before their planned rendezvous would have been a normal, non eventful evening at work for the two but for one exception: Puppy had failed to wear his new necklace of ownership – his personalized dog collar…Uh… ohhhh… BAD PUPPY.

He had been running late for work, and had thrown the collar into his glove compartment to put on before entering the building, but in his haste, had left it in the car. She discovered his near-fatal error when She pulled him into the stockroom, and proceeded with Her newest ritual of unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his fly, so as to inspect the assets of Her new property…Her slave.

“Where is your collar, Puppy?” demanded his Goddess, as She took a step back; searching his face with those swamp green eyes.

“Forgive me, my Goddess, I …” his explanation was stifled by Her hand closing over his mouth.

“You should NOT be in the position to need to beg for forgiveness, slave! If you had been obedient, you would not have to be concerned about tomorrow! Now however, with this new development, I shall have to alter my plans for what I was going to teach you. Your foremost thoughts right now should be how to win back your Goddess’ trust.”

She was almost hissing the veiled threat as She slid Her hand down into his khakis; assuring Herself he was not trying to commit submissive suicide as to forget anything else; like being commando beneath his pants. Fortunately beykent escort for him, he had not forgotten this critical point of Her demands.

She walked out of the stockroom leaving him alone; disheveled; fly open; his cock hanging out of his pants; his head bowed low because of his failure to please his Goddess…tsk, tsk, tsk… BAD, BAD PUPPY.

He was shunned by Her the rest of the night; totally ignored. The feeling of insurmountable guilt because he had disappointed and failed Her loomed over him as his mind reviewed over and over what Her statement was in the stockroom hours earlier:

“Your foremost thoughts right now should be how to win back your Goddess’ trust.”

He knew it was not going to be so easy to make amends. How difficult it would actually be he would not come to fully realize until the following night…

* * * * *

Eighteen hours later, Goddess and Her pup were in their makeshift dungeon; an out of the way motel several miles from their jobs; further still from their homes; an almost Gothic styled hideaway that befitted the desires of the pair. He had brought several mood enhancers; scented candles, Her favorite wine, silver goblets; a gift of sensuous oil that the sorrowful slave was hoping he would be permitted to massage onto his Goddess’ soft and perfect shoulders. As it were, he would never get the chance to touch Her shoulders – or anything else that night…

She, too, had gifts for Her slave; all contained inside a large velvet pouch. Like a clever magician, Her bag of tricks would captivate Her audience of one; and keep him wanton of yet more. It was actually his Goddess’ foreplay of power; She would restrain him and put a mask over his head – the element of surprise the key to Her Dominatrix prowess and erotic success – and Her scheme of rendering him helpless to Her teaching tactics…

As soon as the door to their room was shut, the still repenting slave was hooded with a thick, heavy mask and then led to the bed where he was laid out like a cadaver positioned for an autopsy. Not a word was spoken; no questions or explanations were to be addressed; for that was yet another commandment of his Goddess and another cornerstone in the foundation of Her stand on trust: A silent slave was an obedient and trusting slave.

She stripped Her chattel of all clothing; less his dog collar that She purposely left strapped around his neck. Unknown to Her neglectful subservient, this would be the finale; the closing topic of the one sided discussion in this night’s BDSM seminar.

She commenced with the bondage ritual; handcuffing his hands together to the top of the bed; then adding a new teaching tool to the lesson – shackles. They were placed on his ankles with some extra slack of chain between the two cuffs – there would be need for this extra linkage in Her revised lesson of the night.

Beneath his hooded mask, Puppy found it difficult to hear the movements his Goddess was making as all sounds were muffled; again, a deliberate plan of action by his Mistress to keep Her pet in suspense for as long as it suited Her fancy.

Once he was secured to the bed, She went to the velvet pouch to retrieve another mood setter; this time being a deliciously decadent visual – a black leather corselet, black lace stockings, and mid thigh- high black leather boots with five inch stiletto heels. She took Her time in readying Herself for the impact She knew this would have on Her slave – and on his cock. She delighted in watching Her puppy’s tail “wag” in obvious response to Her sensual teases.

She capped the stimulating look with a collar; a dog collar to match his; a near duplicate of the collar that he failed to wear the day before in work; the same kind of dog collar that would be an acute reminder of what brought him here with Her this night…

Only the collar She wore bore a solid metal padlock in the wide leather strap… and there was just one key for its placement…or its removal.

When She was finished placing the new form of jewelry onto Her lithe neck, She lit the candles that Her pathetic, unreliable slave had brought, and proceeded to open the bottle of wine and pour the golden liquid into both goblets. Slowly, She walked alongside the bed; up to where he laid sprawled, cuffed, chained and still- and panting beneath the hot hooded mask.

“He looks just like a dog in heat!” She thought to Herself, as She stood staring down at him; reviewing in Her mind the revised steps leading to the true lesson of the night – the recently updated, seductively spiteful version.

She bent over him now, holding the one goblet to Her slave’s lips; instructing him to drink; conveying to him that She was pleased that he had chosen Her favorite vintage of wine.

He obeyed silently at the sound of Her voice and sipped from the chalice; like a man at church about to receive communion. Only this would be an act of attrition – Goddess style.

She then gaziosmanpaşa escort withdrew the goblet from his lips, and drank from Her own; finishing the silky solution and licking the last drops off Her full lips with Her tongue; all the while studying the slave held captive on the bed.

“I have a number of surprises for my Puppy tonight,” she whispered into his hood covered ears, “And I am sure you are in want of one, in need of another, and deserving of yet one more. You will clearly know which one is which by the end of our night here.”

He was eager for his Sublime Lady to begin Her tutelage; as the naïve Puppy-of-a-slave misconstrued what his Goddess’ words were truly foretelling …

She told Her anxious slave that She was going to remove the hooded mask, but warned him not to open his eyes until he was ordered to do so. He answered “Yes, my Goddess” eagerly; excitedly anticipating what he would be viewing once his Mistress allowed him the gift of sight again.

The mask was slowly removed, and dropped into Her pouch, while yet another new toy was premiering from the bag. As Goddess walked to the foot of the bed and poised Herself with Her new depravity of pleasure, She ordered Her bound pet to open his eyes…

* * * * *

His vision took but a few moments to adjust from the confinements of the patent leather skull cap that had resided on his head just a minute before. What he now looked at was a mirror image of what his mind held in high esteem of the perfect cock elevator: His Goddess dressed in all black- all hard- all bad. He would learn this night how hard and bad She really could be…

Puppy had been so mesmerized by Her erotic sizzling attire; he failed to see at first what She held in Her hand, and the subtle; yet ominous difference in the dog collar his Temptress in Midnight was wearing.

He began to speak; a sexually derived compliment forming on the tip of his tongue; but She held her index finger up to Her lips; gesturing him to remain silent. He did so, in fleeting confusion, as She proceeded to place Her object of tonight’s ” ‘cum’ hither” instruction around Her waist…

As if in a melodrama, thunder began rumbling outside of the motel door; as the heaven’s silence was interrupted, and torrential sheets of rain beat at the windows of their room; causing both slave and Goddess to freeze momentarily. He chuckled nervously, while She instantly recouped; continuing where She left off; strapping on the Torture Toy of the Week…

It was a large; very intimidating strap -on dildo; with attached balls that were battery operated; balls that were to be vaginally inserted and allowed to stimulate Her clitoris to -ideally- multiple climaxes; all from within. The size of the rubber penis was most impressive; impressive enough to unnerve Puppy, and make him blurt out a question that permeated the air with distrust pertaining to his Goddess’ choice of lewd and lascivious play devices:

“Goddess, where do you plan to try to fit that size dildo?”

Some breeds of dogs are stubborn and difficult to train; other breeds are stupid and harder still to train; and then there is Puppy Slave – a breed all his own.

His trainer’s eyes never left his face; nor did Her hands ever pause in attaching the strap-on. …And She never offered him an answer to his question…

She stood before him at the base of the bed with one of Her lace stocking, booted limbs hiked up on the edge; long, slender fingers wrapped around the rubber cock dangling between Her legs – looking like the smuttiest, raunchiest, bawdiest; the fucking best-of-both- genders- of- a-sex creature the amazed slave ever beheld! If it were not for the size of the protruding member attached to his all-woman Goddess, he would have thought this the perfect granting of one of his many deeply hidden fantasies. But his heart – and his nerves- were pounding with the one pondering thought besieging his mind: If this well endowed piece of erotic engineering would ever fit into his ass.

His heart and nerves would not have to wait long.

* * * * *

She slid up onto the bed; crawling in between his shackled legs. Even from where She paused at his knees, the dildo’s cockhead was touching Puppy’s semi hard dick. Puppy flinched, as the feel of his own skin came into contact with that of the rubber flesh. She noticed this, and reached into the pouch once more; retrieving a tube of lubricant. He relaxed a bit then, but oddly enough, his cock did not; the muscle of his shaft growing into its skin almost instantly. Surprised, but not shocked, Puppy Slave now thought he was maybe – just maybe – going to enjoy the “backdoor” intrusion by this massive pole navigated by his Sex Goddess. But… his renewing trust was to be challenged again.

Spreading the gel generously up and down the pseudo phallus, She appeared to the bound submissive to be jacking off Her cock; a very stimulating, and titillating – and very ortaköy escort original concept for his mind to entertain. Once coated, the rubber cock glistened and took on the appearance of a cavern’s stalagmite; as his Goddess resumed the role of male dominance with Her newly acquired cock, and spread his chained legs for Her strap-on’s grand entrance.

Puppy had been deflowered of his anal virginity just twelve days before; his Goddess being the acquiring party of his anal innocence at the river’s edge. His ass tonight would be taken by a much larger invader, and would reiterate what had been established less than two weeks before – She owned his carcass; every inch of it; inside and out; to do whatever sexually unchaste act She pleased.

And tonight, Goddess would be VERY pleased…

She slid into him gradually; cautiously; ever-so-slowly; until She sensed Her slave’s tight channel relax enough to journey deeper with the exaggerated dildo. Inch by slippery inch, the lubricant proved to be successful in its purpose of making the rubber cock welcome in his anal canal. Its quick adaptation was so indescribably and maddeningly sensual, it made Puppy’s dick lunge with every deepening thrust his Goddess purveyed; restrained from launching into the air only by his scrotum. His canal got wetter; wider; as his Mistress’cock sunk in more and more; deeper and deeper; as if it were being sucked down into quicksand. In and out…in and out…delectably in … and deliciously out… She orchestrated the movements with Her conductor’s sexual wand, as Her slave’s breathing came shorter and quicker; his groans becoming a symphony of rapturous abandon.

About the time the incited sub’s cock was about to emancipate from his body, and shoot its load in free- form fashion all over the bed, his ever-so- timely Goddess pulled out; lifted his shackled ankles; spreading them apart as far as the extra linkage of the chain would allow; and bent his knees; forcing them toward either side of his head. She then quickly attached each ankle cuff to the headboard; grasping the back of his thighs with Her hands to stabilize-and enforce- his V-shaped position.

He opened his mouth to question this change; but wisely decided to close it. After all, there had been no mention of being forgiven for his dog collar violation of Her command up to this point, and the bound sub didn’t wish to enrage his Mistress with inquiries about the program that was now well in progress. YES,THAT’S A GOOD BOY, PUPPY.

Goddess repositioned Her body to resume the ass drilling; leaning now on his calves to enable Her to plunge into his anal abyss with heartier strokes; making most of the sizeable shaft disappear; as Puppy regained his moist heat and passion, and began meeting Her descent with his upward thrusts.

As the quivering balls masturbated the internal walls of Her saturated pussy, Goddess began to feverishly quicken the impalement of Her dildo within Her sex servant’s butt. She was grinding into the ass of Her contorted pet as if She were lap dancing; enveloped in Her own waves of molten ecstasy emanating from the vibrating testicles kissing Her clit from within. She ran Her long, painted fingernails through Her raven hair; Her head tossed back; Her eyes closed in sensual delirium. Puppy observed his fleshpot in the throes of a carnal trance; grinding the dildo against the walls of his ass… although his own cock now was getting in the way of his line of vision…

* * * * *

She chased down Her climax to the end; riding it to the last spasm; after-shock upon after-shock. The volcanic eruption of Her creamy secretions oozed over the balls embedded in Her hot, drenched pussy. This was like no other climax before; the feeling of having not just the mind power of Goddess over Slave; but the pure strength of physical power over another; as another man. The strap-on permitted this all-powerful aura; it was Her Sampson’s hair; Her Popeye’s spinach; Her Superman’s x-ray vision; Power in a magical form. The unexpected thrill of “the taking” of Her submissive was irresistibly seductive – and unresistingly imminent.

The dildo wielding Goddess now focused on Her Puppy slave; dipping the rubber cock into the rim of his asshole, as She applied Her body weight against his calves; pushing the encumbered slave’s cock down to his lips. As She looked directly into his eyes, the glimmer of his awareness suddenly appeared, and was confirmed when his heavenly harlot leaned Her face down to his; Her lips brushing the under side of his cock, and softly said,

“Have you figured out what it is that you want, and what you need, Puppy?”

* * * * *

The thunder answered for the slave; shaking the skies and the motel room windows with its resounding affirmation. As the rains grew more intense; so did Goddess’ lesson…

She was torturing the enchained submissive with Her hot, wet mouth; kissing and licking and nipping his rock-hard dick between Her words laced with sexual innuendo to Her riddle.

She continued,” Your Goddess knows what Her Puppy deserves, but that part has yet to come. You will fulfill your own wants and needs – with My help, and that of My ass reaming friend.”

Outside, Nature’s forces of lightning and thunder were angrily competing with the rains. Inside, Domination forces of Supreme over submissive appeared to be unified.

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The object that Carol accidentally brushed against was a stout rope with a metal link tied to the end. It was just above her head. The rope was hanging from a box that was attached to the floor beam above. It had wires running from the enclosure so she guessed that it must have an electric motor inside to pull on the rope. Looking around the room, she could see other straps and leather restraints lying on the bench of a universal gym. Several lengths of thick rope lay draped over the bars of the large piece of exercise equipment. She spotted a leather object threaded with many laces lying on the bench. Picking it up she could see that it was a hood with only a hole in the middle where the person’s nose would be. There were a series of leather laces running up the back where the hood was tightened in place she surmised. A shiver ran up her spine as she stared at the expressionless mask. Was this being used on the woman from last night? Nearly lost in the shadow of the bars, a cluster of leather strands with a handle could be seen beside the weight-lifting bench. She bent over to investigate and picked it up. The leather straps fell limply from the woven leather handle.

“This must be what made the whipping sounds that she heard last night.” She thought to herself.

The smell of fresh leather was pungent as she picked it up, running her fingers through the multitude of soft leather tendrils. The leather felt surprisingly supple as she repeatedly stroked it across her hand and forearm.

“Would you like to feel it against your body?” a deep voice came from the darkness behind her.

She was so startled that she dropped the flogger as both of her arms lifted in surprise. Two firm hands held her firmly by the shoulders, preventing her from turning around. She could feel her face blush with embarrassment.

“My dear Carol, what were we going to do with you?” he asked rhetorically.

She remained quiet, doubting that the question was open to suggestions.

“I see that you find this interesting, my dear,” he said in a calm yet commanding voice. “Would you like a lesson?”

“Um, lesson? I’m so sorry that I came down here uninvited …”

He cut her off, “You may find it exciting to be bound and dominated. Have you ever been tied? Given up control and let a man have his way with you?”

“Um…No.”

“Good! You need to feel the exhilaration of having the ropes wrapped around your limbs, holding you still. Then I’m going to give you a little taste of domination since you’ve been caught snooping and should be punished. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you, neighbor. Now, hold out your hands,” he demanded.

Carol wasn’t sure whether to obey or run. The guilt of being caught nosing around in his basement made her feel as though she deserved whatever he had in mind yet he did use the word “punishment.” She stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the floor. He slowly turned her until she was facing him. He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her head so their eyes would meet.

“Trust me,” he said gently.

She could see that he was wearing a bathrobe. As a distraction she wondered what he was wearing beneath it. She slowly lifted her arms and held her hands out with her fingers clasped. He opened her clenched fists and placed her palms together. She watched with trepidation and he placed the thick, soft rope around her wrists just below her thumbs. John placed one end lengthwise along her forearms so it would lie under the wraps of rope. He lined up her hands and continued to wrap the rope again and again around her wrists and forearms. He was careful to keep the rope hadımköy escort neatly wound without letting it cross over anywhere.

“I like to use a lot of wraps to minimize the bruising from the rope,” he explained as he completed the wrapping and pulled the two ends to tighten the bundle of rope around her wrists. “We can’t send you back to work with visible marks on your body.”

Pulling the ends together he tied them first to bind her hands then made another loop that projected past her fingers.

“This loop will hook into that hook from the ceiling that you were playing with,” he described to her so she would know what was coming next.

Carol could feel herself shaking as she watched things gain momentum. She felt like she was already under his control and she couldn’t stop the wheels from turning.

He took her arms by the loop and led her over to the hook. Lifting her arms up he clicked the rope into the clasp on the hook. John picked up something that resembled a remote control and pressed a button. The sound of a motor whirring could be heard as the rope began to lift the hook. Her arms were brought up over her head. Since she wasn’t centered directly below the box the tension dragged her until her feet rose off the floor. Carol was swaying back and forth as she hung from the ceiling. John lowered the hook to set her feet back on the cold cement floor as she stopped swinging on the suspended rope.

“You’re doing fine, Carol,” he whispered in her ear as he approached her.

He stepped up to her from behind until he was in contact with her back. His warm breath could be felt on the back of her neck. She remained motionless. His hands stroked her sides as they reached down and pulled the jersey up to her shoulders, exposing her bare body. He pulled the garment completely over her head and somehow hung it on the ropes from which she was suspended. The basement air felt cool on her exposed skin. His touch felt remarkably warm as his fingers caressed her breasts, slowly circling her nipples. Carol shivered. She could feel the warm glow of blushing sweep across her face. She felt embarrassed and ashamed for snooping, but worse yet, terrified at what he was about to do. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. Her knees seemed to buckle involuntarily as her body slowly descended toward the floor. He raised the hook a few inches as he felt her sinking. Carol was now standing on her toes. She wanted to explain, but could not find the words. She wondered why he held this power over her.

He produced a soft black cloth that she recognized as a blindfold. He lifted it toward her eyes and wrapped it securely around her head, threading the cloth between her taut arms. The blindfold pulled on her hair when he drew the knot tight. She wondered whether the woman from last night had also stumbled upon his secret place in the basement. At least she was able to leave the next morning. She felt numb, as if in shock, yet strangely excited and aroused. A hundred thoughts raced through her mind.

“If you want to play the part of a curious intruder my pet, you must learn how to accept discipline and of course…punishment,” he whispered into her ear.

His fingers felt the form of her smooth skin as he traced his fingertips over her quivering lips and cheeks. Shivers of delight radiated from his touch. His hands descended down her torso, stroking both breasts as he fondled her. Bringing his hands down to her groin, he ran his fingers over her thighs and briefly checked her slit.

“Are you getting wet already my pet!” haramidere escort he commented. “You must find this to be sexually arousing. Hmm, we’ll see what we can do about that. By the way, was that you at my window last night?” he asked, sending another shiver of embarrassment up her spine for being caught for that act of indiscretion as well.

She wondered how much he knew and debated in her own mind whether to confess. His fingers held her nipples firmly in both hands.

“Yes,” she replied in a soft voice.

“I like your honesty,” he replied, still whispering near her ear. “We’ll have to deal with that tonight as well.”

He removed his hands from her body and stepped away. The sounds of him walking about, sorting through unknown objects and moving things could be heard over the steady tapping of rain against the windows. The sound of a match being struck and the scent of sulfur wafted through the air. She felt completely vulnerable suspended in this manner. Upon his return, she felt his foot against the insides of her feet as he spread her legs and fastened leather straps around her ankles. She could feel the restraint of the solid bar connecting and spreading her feet.

“What are you going to do to me?” she finally blurted out.

“I’m glad that you asked that question love. What would you like me to do with you? I have a variety of devices in my makeshift dungeon that we could play with. I could spank you a dozen different ways. I have a variety of devices that could fill any of the openings in your sweet body. Perhaps you’d like a little bit of everything. “

She didn’t know how to respond to his sudden candor. Reading that book about the young woman who was seduced and dominated by her boss sounded erotic to her, but that was from the comfort and safety of her own chair at home. Being helpless as she felt at the moment, the thought of being violated by this man whom she barely knew was more than a bit frightening, yet at the same time, strangely erotic. He waited patiently for her to think about her predicament. He knew how uncomfortable silence could be and used it to his advantage.

He walked over to where the burning candle lay, flickering and reflecting its magical dance of light in the window glass. He brought it over to her where he held it in front of her, chest high. He watched her face, looking for the recognition that the candle was nearby. He slowly brought it closer when there had been no response.

“I smell a candle,” she finally acknowledged.

Ignoring her remark he waved it under her chin and nose. He watched with sadistic delight as she sniffed and tried to figure out what was happening. He brought it down toward her waist where he moved it back and forth so that the heat could be felt on her breasts. She squirmed uncomfortably, backing away as best she could. Dropping down on one knee he lowered the candle between her legs so she could feel the heat on her pussy.

“What are you doing?” she finally cried out, not knowing whether he intended to hurt her.

“Trust me?” he said simply as he blew out the candle. “You have to trust me, dear.”

She could smell the smoke from the extinguished candle and no longer felt the heat. She felt as though she had let him down by panicking when she doubted whether he would keep her safe.

A sudden sting was felt on her buttocks. She flinched as much from the surprise as the sensation itself. His hand ran soothingly over the affected area before a second slap. She gasped aloud after the second spank of his hand on her bare bottom.

“Oh atakent escort look at the rosy red color,” he commented as he seductively stroked her bottom. He ran his fingers between her legs until he just teased her clit.

She knew that he had succeeded in seducing her. She felt so turned on and horny that she just wanted him to take her up to his bed. She could feel her eyes becoming misty, even beneath the blindfold. Her heart was racing by the time he suddenly stopped.

“I think that’s enough for what you did last night,” he remarked as he stepped away once again.

Once again she heard the whir of the motor overhead as the rope was let out of the box, setting her firmly on the floor once again. The motor continued to run, removing the tension from her arms and letting them pivot down to just above her head. She waited anxiously; hoping that this first lesson would be this brief, but she didn’t know what he might do next.

She felt his presence and heard his breathing as he moved around her. She was startled again when his mouth pressed against the back of her neck from behind. He nuzzled her neck with his lips and tongue. The sensation was both erotic and tickled at the same time. His hands ran over her body, tracing the curves from her hips to her breasts. He cupped both hands under her breasts, gently stroking her nipples with his thumbs. Carol could feel that he must have removed his robe because it was definitely his bare skin that pressed against her back. Shudders of pleasure made her knees grow weak. Running his hand down her belly, he brushed over her fluff with the palm of one hand. She sighed as his fingers followed her crease from the bottom of her slit up to the hood of her clitoris. His fingers paused, skillfully manipulating her bud and probing deeper into her vagina. She tensed as his finger pressed against her g-spot, rubbing up and down. The palm of his other hand ran across her nipples with a circular motion. She could feel the tension on her arms increasing as her legs weakened with her arousal. The sound of the wetness was audible as he ran two fingers in and out of her vagina. Her moans became louder and more sustained as she reveled in the feelings of pleasure. His body pressed against hers from behind as she gyrated with him. She could feel his bare chest against her back as he nuzzled against her. As exquisite as his fingers felt, she longed for him to fuck her. She wondered how long the tremors and muscle spasms could last before she dropped from exhaustion.

The motor sprung to life once again as her arms were lowered another foot or so. He un-clipped the hook.

“I think that’s enough for the first time, don’t you?” He said as he began to untie the blindfold. “I trust that I can leave you alone in your bed for the rest of the night or maybe I need to bring you to my room just to keep an eye on you.”

He slipped the blindfold from her eyes. The single bulb on the ceiling made her squint at first.

“The sun will be coming up in a few hours he told her. Let’s get you back to bed for a bit of sleep.”

He tossed the jersey to her and took his robe in hand as he clicked off the ceiling light. After allowing her to slip back into the jersey, he took her in his arm and led her to the stairway. She felt safe somehow in the arms of her new master. They walk silently together to head back upstairs. She glances out the same window as she had peered through before with an entirely new perspective.

“This time when I put you to bed I expect you to still be there when I get up,” he said with his big charming smile.

She smiled back. She definitely needed some time to process what had just happened here on this night. He guided her back to the guest bedroom and kissed her softly on the lips.

“I’ll let you know when breakfast is ready,” he said as she crawled back under the covers,

She pulled the jersey out from under the covers and set it aside as he turned off the lights.

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Author’s note: this is a continuation of Six Have Fun at the Ranch, a four-part account of sex slave Idaho’s trials and tribulations at the Hunts’ Nevada ranch. Following the death of her former “master” and the imprisonment of her former “mistress”, Idaho was bequeathed the ranch and $20 million. She has now acquired a sex slave of her own, one of her former tormentors, Kelly Shaw. Readers may care to catch up on the background in chapter 4 of Six Have Fun, but it’s probably not really necessary. The story is, of course, pure fantasy.

*

It’s often said, thought Idaho, as she continued 19-year-old Kelly’s punishment, that ex-poachers make the best gamekeepers. In the month since Kelly Shaw had approached her on release from the youth offenders’ prison, Idaho had proved that when it came to erotic sadism she had learned a lot by being the Hunts’ sex slave.

Kelly, now 19 nearing 20, had been imprisoned for two years by the judge for her part in the sex games the Hunts and her parents had played with Idaho. She had been released after serving 12 months and now, the boot was on the other foot, as they say.

In fact, Kelly – a pert-breasted 34-23-34 blonde – was now naked on a punishment machine that had cost Idaho almost $800, and was undergoing a rigorous pussy punishment. She was, of course, secretly enjoying it.

She was enjoying it because, after her time in juvenile prison, Kelly had become a devout masochist. Aware that Idaho was now the proud owner of the late Mr Hunt’s ranch and had received $20 million from his will, Kelly decided to call on Idaho on her release.

It had been an awkward few moments, until Idaho realised – to her astonishment – that Kelly was offering herself to Idaho as a sex slave.

“I was subjected to some awful things in prison,” she told the statuesque, five feet 10 inches tall blonde, with the stunning 38-26-36 figure. “Not only from the guards – and even the prison superintendent – but from my fellow prisoners,” she told Idaho.

“Now I find I crave strict attention and I just thought it only fair to let you know of my change of personality and to offer myself to you. I’ll have to use a subterfuge to clear it with my probation officer, of course.”

That had been easy. A stern-looking but really rather soft probation officer had visited the ranch with Kelly in tow, been impressed by Idaho’s sincere protestations that she had fully forgiven the youngster for her part in the sexual indignities visited on her.

“I think Kelly was led astray by her parents”, said Idaho – and the new ranch owner promised to keep Kelly busy around the ranch, while giving her excellent board and lodging.

Idaho was certainly keeping her “busy”!

When word came through from the probation department that Kelly would be moving into Idaho’s “care and supervision” in a couple of days, Idaho went to the internet and purchased an expensive pussy punisher. The company advertised it as “perfect for keeping your bitch in line – and works just as well on male slaves, too!”

The metal frame was designed so that Kelly could kneel on leather-padded boards and hold onto sort of bicycle handlebars at the front of the frame. Her wrists were pinned to the ends of the handlebars by sturdy leather straps.

Kelly knelt naked on the machine, her knees wide apart, leaving her pussy totally exposed to the “punisher” set on the floor below her kneeling body. The “punisher” was attached to the base of the frame and was hinged, so that when Idaho pressed her foot down on a pedal the “punisher” would spring up and strike the victim on her pussy.

The pedal was attached to a long metal rod and could be placed where the slave could see it, and thus anticipate the stroke, or behind her body out of sight so she would have no idea when the blow would be delivered. It was this position that Idaho had chosen for the youngster’s punishment today.

Since it was a glorious summer’s day, Idaho had chosen to perform Kelly’s punishment outside, on the alibeyköy escort beautifully-manicured lawn by the swimming pool. The hot sun beat down on the young blonde’s naked body, protected only by the sun tan lotion which gleamed on her body.

Idaho, though, was lounging in comfort on a comfortable deck chair, wearing a sexy little PVC bikini, her body shaded by a large umbrella. As she punished Kelly, she sipped from time to time at the large margarita her cook-cum-maid, Donita, provided her from the kitchen.

This was to be Terry’s second protracted pussy punishment since her arrival. For the first, Idaho had reminded her of the “card game” punishments Kelly, her mother and Mrs Hunt, had inflicted on her the day they all became aware of the explosion which had killed Mr Hunt, Mr Shaw and Kelly’s brother, Timmy.

“You remember that punishment game, don’t you Kelly?” Idaho had said, smiling at her slave. “I received 120 strokes on my naked pussy – what did Mrs Hunt call it? ‘Stringent even by our standards’, I seem to recall.”

Kelly nodded, remembering the floggings the three women had meted out to Idaho. “Yes, I remember, Mistress Idaho,” she had replied, quietly.

“Well Kelly, since that’s what you all gave me, that’s what you’re going to get once a fortnight – once a fortnight because even the Hunts realised that this is a stern punishment. Only in your case, it’s going to 121 strokes. You should get more, even if it’s only a token. I think that’s only fair don’t you?”

That conversation had taken place a fortnight ago, and now Kelly was naked and in place for Idaho’s second display of female domination using the “PPP” – the pussy punishment platform.

“Are you ready, Kelly?” Idaho called, settling herself comfortable into the deck chair, her margarita at the ready.

“Yes, mistress,” the 19-year-old called and without giving her victim a moment to gather her thoughts, Idaho pressed the sole of her high-heeled shoe smartly down on the pedal plunger.

The leather flogging tip cracked home against Kelly’s defenceless pussy, “Aaaaargh,” the girl called out, as the implement, the width of her pussy, cracked against her anus, cunt, labia, clitoris and mound.

“This machine comes with various pussy punishers, I’m using the narrowest today, rather than the heart-shaped one you enjoyed the first time,” Idaho informed her slave, as she noted the infliction of the first stroke on a pad. “Does it sting?”

Kelly nodded her head, violently. “Very much, mistress,” she gasped, as the shock of the stroke still coursed through her.

“Don’t worry,” said Idaho, sipping on a fresh stretch of salt encrusted on the rim of her margarita glass, “only another 120 to go, darling!”

And with that she plunged her foot down again on the pedal.

“Aaaargh!” Kelly cried, arching her body and writhing her buttocks about wildly as the leather lash whipped onto her minge once more.

“I’m going to give you a batch of 30 before giving you a little rest,” said Idaho, when the naked blonde had finally quietened and calmed down. “That’s nice of me, isn’t it?” she inquired, relishing in the role reversal since a year ago.

“Yes, mistress, thank-you mistress,” said Kelly, before Idaho, with another push of her foot, sent the girl into another frenzy of writhing and wriggling.

This time, Idaho let her victim calm down completely. She sipped on her margarita again, licking her lips to flick some more salt from the rim of the glass, then she idly flicked some pages of the magazine she was reading. Minutes ticked by, Kelly waited, her sweating body gleaming, her heart pounding in anticipation of the next stroke.

Idaho had a shock in store for her, though. She stepped on the pedal, Kelly wriggled and writhed, then, while the girl was still threshing in her bonds, Idaho gave her another blast.

“Aaaaarch!” the 19-year-old yelled, at the sudden receipt of two rapid-fire blows.

“Oh, sefaköy escort sorry, Kelly,” Idaho mocked her, “did that second one catch you by surprise?”

There followed a sullen silence. Plunge went the shoe on the pedal, “Aaaargh”, cried the naked blonde.

“I asked you a fucking question Kelly,” Idaho reminded her. “And when I ask a question I expect an answer!”

Kelly was panting and heaving. “Sorry mistress, yes, mistress, you caught me by surprise, mistress,” she gabbled, wishing like hell that she could use a hand to rub her burning pussy to alleviate her pulsing pain.

Idaho took her time, mostly giving her prisoner a stroke every minute or two, but once – just to keep her alert – she pressed the pedal down once, twice, three times in the space of only 10 seconds. The treble torment made Kelly arch and writhe and wriggle her lovely body far longer than usual!

Idaho had now finished her margarita and she looked towards the back of the house. Seated at the ranch slider doors of the lounge, her 30-year-old maid-cum-cook Donita was sitting naked in an easy chair, one large-thighed leg slung over an arm, one hand buried in her dark-haired pussy.

With a wave of her empty glass, Idaho indicated that she needed her drink replenished, and Donita slipped on high heels and waddled out to the punishment scene.

The large busted Mexican took the glass, then stepped over to where Kelly knelt on the platform. “Plenty more puneeeshment for you, eh?” she laughed, slapping a meaty hand across Kelly’s bare left buttock, leaving a crimson imprint.

Kelly remained silent, so Idaho flicked the pedal down, forcing the flogger up against her pussy: “Donita asked you a question, Kelly. Answer her, you know the drill.”

“Yes, Miss Donita, plenty more,” said Kelly.

“And Kelly,” said Idaho, “don’t think for one moment that the last stroke you received is in the 121 count. It was inflicted for being rude to my maid, and I will not tolerate rudeness.”

“Yes, mistress,” said Kelly, “I’m sorry, mistress.”

“Good, glad we understand each other,” said Idaho, pressing the plunger down again, sending her slave into another paroxysm of pain.

Idaho had burned three more strokes into her slave by the time Donita returned to the scene, carrying a tray with two glasses, one obviously Idaho’s margarita.

The other was a large glass containg ominously yellow-looking liquid. “I thought Meees Kelly may be a leeetle thirsty, out ‘ere in the sun, meestress,” said the busty Mexican, “so I brought ‘er a leeetle drink. May I geeeve it to ‘er?”

Idaho smiled: “Really, Donita, I sometimes think you are far to easy-going on our little slave here. But it’s a lovely thought. Would you like a refreshing drink, darling?”

Kelly, after a month in residence at the ranch, knew very well what the answer was. “Oh yes, thank-you mistress, that would be lovely,” she answered, though not sounding totally convincing!

And the naked Mexican walked around to the front of the punishment frame and placed the rim of the glass to Kelly’s lips. “Just a leeetle seep, first, eh missy?” smiled Donita, as she made the slave girl drink just some of the contents. Kelly grimaced as she drank down the salty-tasting liquid.

Idaho sipped on her second margarita and asked, all sweetly innocent: “And what is that drink, Donita has been so kind to bring out to you, Kelly?”

“It’s urine, Mistress Idaho,” the slave girl answered.

“And is it nice, Kelly?” Idaho pressed her.

“It’s lovely, mistress,” said the 19-year-old.

“Oh goody, she likes it. Give her some more, Donita,” Idaho instructed her employee. Donita “refreshed” the naked girl.

After Kelly had drained the glass, Idaho plunged down the pedal, sending the girl into a threshing trembling, then she asked her: “And would you like Donita to bring you another glass later, my dear?”

Kelly, still panting from the previous stroke, gasped: halkalı escort “Yes, please, mistress, that would be lovely.”

Idaho nodded and told Donita she could leave. Then she inflicted the final blows of the first batch of 30 and stood up from beneath her umbrella.

The statuesque dominatrix stepped in front of Kelly and gave her a slow kiss full on the mouth. “Time for your rest, I think Kelly, won’t that be nice?” she asked.

Kelly nodded, her blue eyes wide as she knew what was coming next.

Idaho then knelt on the warm grass in front of Kelly’s naked body and placed both her hands on the girl’s quivering buttocks. Her tongue then flicked out along the flogger-enflamed pussy and began to lick and kiss at its engorged flesh.

For a while the attentions of Idaho’s mouth on her pussy made Kelly buck and writhe, as the oral adoration served only to increase the pain in her pussy. Then, as she calmed, Kelly began to experience the intense pleasure of the erotic attentions until she was starting to press her punished pussy down on Idaho’s mouth.

Sensing that the slave girl was about to lose control, the big blonde pulled her mouth away, stood up and kissed Kelly slowly on the mouth.

The girl was frantic. “No, please don’t stop, mistress, please, please let me come!”

But Idaho’s response was a smile and a slap across one of the girl’s buttocks. “Sorry, Kelly, but it’s time we continued with your flogging – you’ve been allowed quite long enough to rest.”

And Idaho resumed her seat, sucked some more margarita down and her foot tapped the pedal, again driving Kelly wild with pain and unsatisfied lust.

And so the punishment continued, out beneath the hot Nevada sun, which was also punishing, in its own way. After the second batch of 30 strokes, Donita arrived to present her mistress with another margarita and her mistress’s slave with another cold glass of piss.

Idaho once more brought the lovely young blonde agonisingly close to orgasm before halting her cunnilingus punishment. Then she surprised the 19-year-old, by releasing her from her kneeling position and escorting her to the pool, its blue waters shimmering in the sunshine.

“Let’s take a dip, darling,” said Idaho, “I think it’s time you really cooled down.”

And hand-in-hand the tall 39-year-old and the shorter girl 20 years her junior, stepped into the pool. For Idaho, of course, it was a refreshing dip, but for Kelly the salty waters of the pool attacked her tortured pussy like a million daggers being thrust into her snatch!

“No, please, please let me out,” the girl protested, but Idaho, taller and stronger, both physically and mentally than the young Californian, laughed at the youngster’s pleadings and pushed her into the water until she submerged. Kelly rose to the surface spluttering and Idaho placed a strong hand on her neck and once more plunged her beneath the water.

Kelly again re-surfaced, blowing water from her mouth, the salty pool still stinging her sex trench, although the pain was now beginning to fade. Finally, it was just a dark glowing pain and Kelly found herself able to swim a little, as Idaho stroked her way professionally down the pool in a confident freestyle.

Donita arrived poolside with a large towel for her mistress. Idaho swam to where she stood and told her maid: “Get Kelly back on the frame, while I do a few more lengths. Oh, and when you’ve done that, you can give her half a dozen strokes, just to keep her mind occupied until I get back.”

“Thank-you, meeestress,” said the large-busted Mexican and with a snap of her fingers ordered Kelly: “Get your sexy leeetle white ass out, missy.”

The young blonde clambered from the pool and, still dripping wet, walked with the large Mexican to the pussy punishment platform. Idaho trod water in the deep end, nearest to where Kelly was again imprisoned, looking on admiringly at the way the water made a sexy sheen on her firm young body.

Then she saw Donita sit down in the deck chair and Kelly’s body stiffen in agony as the maid-and-cook pressed her foot down on the punishment pedal.

“Aaaargh!” Kelly yelled as her pussy was again assailed by the slim leather flogger.

Idaho smiled at her former tormentress’s predicament.

Yes, she thought, revenge surely is sweet.

To be continued…

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On the way out to the car there was something different about Josie, as though the shackles had been lifted once and for all. She held her hand over Marc’s crotch all the way down the street, like she was marching him along by his arm. The road was quiet and the light around them beginning to fade, but they were still clearly visible, and he took a deep breath as he glanced down at the sidewalk, up into the cool blue sky, anywhere but right around him. Was that a laugh he could hear across the street?

“It’s just a useful six inches, Marc,” Josie murmured. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” As she spoke his cock lunged outwards into her fist, and she gave it a comforting little rub in response. Marc took a deep breath, walking with the steady gait of someone trying to pretend that all was normal.

“Seven,” he suddenly piped up out of nowhere. Josie swivelled slowly to look at him, staring at him with frosty eyes. “Well, on a good night.”

“And tonight’s a good night, is it?” He nodded mutely as her thumb circled the head of his penis. “Yeah, it feels like it. I think you’re gonna be a grower.” She turned and lead him the rest of the way to the car, walking half a step ahead of him so he was almost being dragged along by his dick. He breathed a sigh of relief as they got in. When they had both buckled up, Josie gave him a final reassuring pat on the crotch before they moved off.

They were both silent on the way back, trying to keep a lid on their excitement and their nerves. Josie focused on the road ahead, her gaze level but her hips shifting in her seat. Once they had pulled into Marc’s driveway, she nodded towards the front door and he got out instantly, reaching for his keys. As he walked up to the door and unlocked it he could hear her approaching behind him, her heels clicking on the path. The door swung open and Marc looked down his hallway, as he had done thousands of times before; a familiar view of a comfortable, safe Friday night, the kind he had gotten used to. Then he felt Josie’s arms grab his waist and propel him forwards into the hall, and adrenaline suddenly surged through his body.

She took him by the lapels and swung him round, pushing him against the wall. Her hands combed through his tousled hair as she kissed him hard, the heat and scent of her body washing over him. He was almost frozen to the spot in excitement, his hands wavering uncertainly over her hips. Soon she had his jacket on the floor and one hand inside his shirt, placed directly over his pounding heart. She let it rest there for a minute as she made love to him, soothing it back to normal. She felt his heart rate gradually slow and stroked his chest tenderly. “There you are,” she murmured, looking deep into his eyes. “Does that feel better now?”

Marc nodded, and she smiled, giving him an encouraging pat on the chin. “Come on then.” She took him by the wrist and led him confidently down the hall, like this was her house, not his. She entered the same living room where she had lain in her own sweat and watched him masturbate for her, not so long ago. Already he felt as exposed and vulnerable as he had on that sticky afternoon.

Josie stepped into the middle of the room and turned to face him, her dress draped seductively round her figure in the half-darkness. “Now Marc,” she ordered calmly, “bring me everything you’re going to need to please me tonight. Everything you don’t need can stay right out there in the hall with the rest of the luggage, ‘cos that’s all it is. It’s just stuff weighing you down.”

Marc was glad he was sufficiently attuned to Josie’s dirty mind by now that he didn’t need to ask what she meant. He quickly bent down and slipped off his shoes and socks, putting them neatly beside him. Soon his shirt, pants and underwear followed, all under her watchful eye. He placed his clothes next to his shoes on the threshold of the door, but she tutted her disapproval. “I said out in the hall, Marc. All I need in here is your flesh.”

Marc hurriedly moved his clothing out into the hallway, realising as he did so that the front door was still wide open. He gestured down the hall. “Um, the door…”

“Well it’s your house, isn’t it?” she reminded him, her arms folded impatiently. His heart pounding full tilt once again, he crept down to the door. The heat had faded away as the sun set, and the sudden draught of cold air did not help his current state much. His eyes scanned the street outside for a fraction of second before he shut the door, wondering if he had just made himself notorious in this neighbourhood.

Returning to the living room, he had barely made it inside before Josie suddenly loomed out of the darkness, grabbing him and pushing him to the floor. His stomach lurched as he was forced first to his knees, then down on his back. She took him by his wrists and pulled them back behind his head, exposing him to her completely, and before he could utter a word she was lying flat out on top of him. Her full weight pressed uncomfortably down on his body, smothering bayrampaşa escort him from head to toe.

“Now I’m going to be asking a lot of you tonight, Marc,” she whispered, her mascara-clad face inches from his. “Your mouth, your cock, and above all your mind. I know you’re strong enough to handle anything I can throw at you; and when it comes to pleasing his partner, a man should be held to high standards, don’t you agree?” Her brown eyes gazed deep into his, shining clearly through the make-up. Marc nodded silently, his naked body twitching and trembling. His cock rose inexorably into the fabric of her dress; she pushed her knee out through the slit and gave it a firm nudge to underline her point.

“I’m glad we understand each other. Now up you come.” She gave him a brief, tender kiss and then got to her feet, helping him up by his arms. Her mouth widened into a smile as she surveyed his naked body. “Go and fetch your belt.” Marc got up and shuffled out of the room, retrieving the belt from his pants. He could hear Josie moving something behind him; and when he came back in, the bare wooden chair that he had stuffed in a corner and forgotten about was standing right in the centre of the room, waiting for him.

Marc placed the belt in Josie’s outstretched hand and she studied it for a while, stroking the leather strap against her palm. “You know, some women,” she observed, catching his wary expression, “…some women might use this on you very differently to the way I’m going to use it. But I know what kind of pain it is that really gets you off. Sit down.”

Marc took a deep breath and walked over to the chair, feeling the cold of the wood run through his thighs as he sank onto it. With no prompting from Josie he spread his legs open, putting his erect cock clearly on display. He was about to place his arms behind the chair when Josie beat him to it, pinning them against the lattice frame. She had his wrists bound expertly in the belt in a matter of seconds. “It’s all a question of practice, Marc.”

She walked slowly round and inspected her captive, her eyes sweeping approvingly down his face, his neck and his glowing pink chest. “A little wider,” she purred, and his legs stretched further apart. “That’s more like it.” She stepped forward and wrapped her legs around his, straddling the chair as she sat down in his lap. “So, here we are again. Me where I am, and you… where you are.” She placed her arms behind his neck, fixing him with a teasing look. “You really can’t help ending up like this, can you?”

“No I can’t, Josie,” he admitted with a big grin, feeling an endorphin rush flow through him. His cock rose up into her stomach, and she responded by squeezing her thighs a little tighter round his body. She shuffled closer to him, close enough that he could see the sweat patches under her armpits and the light shimmering on her breasts. Her mouth opened as if to kiss him and his own responded in kind, waiting for an embrace that never came. Instead she planted a kiss square on his forehead, and giggled as he bucked against her in frustration.

“The one thing you have to learn, Marc,” she whispered, craning round the side of his neck, “is patience.” She kissed him just below his ear, then did the same on the other side. Her fingernails dug softly into his throat and trailed downwards, leaving faint red lines scored across his chest. Her mouth followed close behind, planting delicate kisses on his nipples. He felt a tickling sensation on his skin as her hair brushed against it, and it was every bit as enticing and frustrating as she was. She pushed her nose affectionately into his stomach. “Mm. You’re so solid.”

“That’s not a nice way of saying fat, is it?”

Josie looked at him ironically, her eyes glazed over. “Don’t start going modest on me Marc. It’s kinda late for that.” She poked a finger into his stomach. “As far as I can see, you’re in great shape. And you’re gonna prove it to me. Aren’t you?” He nodded, and she kissed him once again on the forehead. He shifted awkwardly on the chair, feeling his cock leap upwards. Josie glanced down at his lap and her eyebrows rose in admiration. “Speaking of great shapes…”

Lifting up the front of her dress, she draped it over his shaft and grabbed it through the fabric. A damp patch formed beneath her fingers as she flexed them on the head, watching him keenly. Her mouth opened wide and she glanced downwards, as though she was thinking of devouring his dick; then she suddenly let go of it and it sprang back, bulging upwards through her dress. She stood up and let the garment slide gently off it. The tip of it glowed and twitched in the open air, and she giggled. “God, it is so easy to play a tune on this.”

She eyed Marc up for a moment before she bent down and looked him right in the face. “I’m not really dressed for sucking cock either, am I?” Smiling wickedly, she slipped the straps of her dress down, then reached behind her and started to undo fulya escort the zip. Instantly Marc’s cock rose once again, and she paused and swivelled round to give him a better view. The curve of her back was exquisite as she slowly unveiled it, her pale flesh shining with sweat. She glanced over her shoulder and laughed as she watched the progress of his crotch. “Look, look, it’s moving! Hands free!” Marc shared her grin as he watched the tip of his cock throb frantically, every vein standing on end.

Josie pulled her dress down to her ankles and kicked it away with the impatience of someone who didn’t want clothes getting in her way for a long time. She turned to face Marc in her lacy black underwear, hands poised at her sides. “I guess you were right all along, Marc.” Kneeling between his legs, she took his cock in both hands. “I am a magician.” She opened her mouth and extended her tongue, watching his whole body tense in anticipation. He saw the sly look on her face and shook his head, knowing already what her next move would be; sure enough, she planted a tiny little kiss on the ridge under his penis.

She caught his despairing look. “If you’re sure you want to know how a woman gives proper head…”

“Please, Josie.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” She took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of his penis, her eyes screwed shut. Under Marc’s rapt gaze she reached up and slid her left hand beneath his balls, cupping them gently. Her mouth closed in again on his cock, lingering right over the purple head. She gathered a pool of saliva on the tip of her tongue and dripped it slowly down over the shaft; then she sucked it up, slurping the head into her mouth and smothering it with a wet, sloppy kiss. The gentle suction of her mouth was so exquisite that Marc sighed in contentment, his toes twitching against her knees. As she swivelled his shaft up into her mouth with her right hand, her left stayed teasingly underneath his scrotum, one index finger caressing his sac. It was as though she were trying to beckon the cum out of him.

The feeling of a mouth on his cock after all this time was such a new sensation to Marc that it felt strange at first, as though he were detached from it. But soon the very sight of Josie down there, let alone her masterful technique, was making him fight to hang onto his orgasm. He tried to distract himself, to think of anything other than the beautiful girl in front of him, but she was making that as hard as possible. With each dive onto his cock she coated it with more spit, until it was a sticky mess quivering in her mouth. She gave a muffled groan of appreciation, her nostrils flared wide, and Marc could see that for all her control, she was indulging herself too. She was being a greedy pig, and loving it.

Squaring up closer to him, Josie unhooked the front of her bra and wrapped her breasts around his dick. Soon they were gleaming with her spit as she pumped them up and down his shaft. She guzzled down messily on the head, drowning him in so much stimulation that Marc could hardly bear it. He looked at Josie, wondering if she knew how near he was; her eyes were still closed, and he gave a desperate moan to try and warn her. But she pulled away from the head of his cock with enough poise and precision to suggest she had known all along. She stared up at him, her eyes sparkling and a thick trail of saliva hanging from her lips. His dick trembled back and forth for a few seconds, and she gave it a playful little punch with her fist.

“C’mon honey, bear up! I’ve only just started.”

“Oh, God…” Marc took a deep breath, watching his cock lunge into the open air, searching for that final touch to make it erupt. Josie watched it too, a fascinated spectator. The moment it had subsided, she grabbed it and inspected it curiously. Her fingers swirled round the tip and gathered up a huge dollop of his precum.

“Mm. You’re getting wetter than me!” She held up two sticky fingers. “Do you want to know what your dick tastes like?” Marc nodded. “Well come and get it, then.” He craned his head forward as far as he could and licked her fingers clean. She pushed them deep into his mouth, exploring his whole tongue. “Good boy. Is your dick going to be as messy as this when I finish you?” The words came out of her in a silky whisper as she gazed into his eyes.

“It’s going to be a lot messier,” Marc admitted, his cheeks flushing red.

“Really?” she said in mock surprise. “Guess I’d better be careful, then.” Without any further ado she dived down to his balls and smothered them with her mouth, kissing and licking them as fast as she could. She proceeded rapidly up his shaft, and very soon her lips were sealed round the head again. She spent another few minutes sucking and slurping at his dick, teasing him with the possibility of an orgasm and then backing off again. She balanced both hands on his hips, squeezing his flesh tight and then stroking it tenderly; from the way she fidgeted on the floor, yenibosna escort it looked as though she badly wanted to let one hand loose on herself.

When she was ready she took him as far down her throat as she could, her nose within touching distance of his belly. She looked up at Marc with wide eyes, feeling his shaft pulse and ripple as she held it calmly in her mouth. It was such an arousing sight that he felt his balls beginning to pulsate with excitement again, even though by now the pleasure was so constant that it hurt. His chest heaved and his body almost lifted forwards off the chair, straining against his bonds. Josie twisted her head to one side and gave him an appealing little look, her mouth still stuffed with cock; then she withdrew with a huge gasp of satisfaction. Her ruby-red lipstick had smeared a little and she had a childish grin of delight on her face.

“Rest up, Marc,” she beamed, slapping his dick with one hand, then the other. “I’ll put something else round it soon.” He slumped back on the chair with a groan of disbelief, beads of sweat sticking out on his forehead. His whole body was on fire, flinching every time she touched it. He watched her rise slowly to her feet, looking her prisoner over from head to toe. She nudged Marc’s legs and he parted them a little further, leaving a wide open space at the front of the chair. She knelt up on the gap, her legs sticking out behind her.

“Now then,” she murmured, taking Marc by the throat. “Do you feel like you’ve learnt something tonight?”

“Yes, Josie,” he gasped. He focused on her eyes and allowed himself a cheeky little smile. “I know I’m a very lucky boy.”

“Yes you are. But you’re a patient one too. If a few more before you had been as patient, they’d have found out that I know what I’m doing down there.” She took hold of his cock. “I hope you’ve learnt that this belongs to the woman in your life, always. And when she owns your dick, she also owns your pleasure, isn’t that right?”

“Yes it is Josie.”

“Good. So the next time I put your dick in my mouth, don’t be surprised if you’re in for the long haul, OK?” With a smile she drew his chin to her face and kissed him passionately. The taste of his precum filled his mouth again, and he shuddered in anticipation of how she was going to torment him next. His penis was held between her legs, pressing insistently up into her panties; he could almost feel her slit through the damp fabric. That, he was sure, would be his next pleasurable ordeal.

When Josie addressed him again, it was with a finger pointing firmly in his face. “Now in a moment I’m going to untie you, and then I’m going out to get something. I want you to stay right where you are, hands behind your back, until I say otherwise. Do you understand?” Marc nodded. Josie stood up, walked slowly behind him and unfastened his knots without any fuss. She massaged some feeling back into his sore wrists; then, as Marc felt the tension inside him lift slightly, she bent down and whispered in his ear. “Remember.”

She strode confidently out of the room, the sound of her heels ringing in his ears. Once he was alone Marc gave a long sigh, his head slumping down on his chest. He glanced around him at the room, his room, where nothing but the normal routines of daily life had gone on for years. Josie’s dress lay against the sofa where she had flung it casually down. It was a visible reminder of how she had imposed herself on him in so short a space of time. He thought of all the things she was going to do to him, and he for her, over this weekend alone, let alone in the future; and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to think of it as his room, his space, for much longer. This belonged to her too now.

He heard the front door open and close and Josie’s footsteps moving down the path outside. His cock leapt as he thought of her running an errand in her underwear, her breasts hanging out for all the world to see. But unlike earlier, when she had made him shut the door in his birthday suit, it was dark enough to give her some privacy. She took something out of the car and returned. When she re-entered the room, she walked in a wide semi-circle around Marc’s chair, unveiling something carefully from her fists. “Do you recognise these?”

Slowly, she pulled out a pair of lace stockings; the same pair that Marc had helped her into a few weeks ago in her apartment. “Wait a minute… you were keeping those in your car?” he said in bemusement.

“Yeah, for an emergency. Like the flashlight and the first aid box, y’know?” She grinned, sidling closer to him. “Actually, I was figuring on wearing them tonight, but they were too damn hot to put on under that dress. So I thought I’d save them for the right moment… and this seems like the right moment to me.” She removed her bra and tossed it back to join her dress. Her nipples swelling, she stood between Marc’s legs, making sure he was in the same captive stance she had left him in. His eyes drank her body in unashamedly.

“Enjoy the view while you’ve got the time, Marc,” she cautioned him. She took her stockings in one hand and draped them over his neck. Then her hands dropped down to the waistband of her panties, unhooking them ever so slightly. With a quick glance at Marc’s rising dick, she turned slowly around and bent over. “Help me off with these. And be polite about it.”

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Tim looked at the shiny plaque outside the door and his heart sank. He was pretty pissed that it had come to this, that his wife had sent him here of all places. He supposed it was to do with her strict catholic upbringing that she just didn’t understand him – or even tolerate him – at all anymore. It wasn’t always like that, she was fun once and liked to try new things, but after the birth of their son things changed. She was distant and never wanted to touch him let alone have sex.

He sighed and walked in, gathering all the positivity he could muster, and addressed the receptionist. A plain girl, he thought, but I’m sure she must be good enough at her job.

“I’m here for the 5.30 appointment with Dr Benedict. Tim Williams.”

The receptionist looked up with a sigh of relief. “Thank God for that, I thought I was about to hit overtime there if you were running late. Have a seat the doctor will be right with you.”

She hit a button on her phone. “Your 5.30 is here Dr Benedict.” There was an inaudible murmur from the speaker, and the receptionist tutted. She gathered her coat and bag together quickly and stood up. “The doctor will be out in a minute, there’s magazines if you get bored. I’ll leave you to it, big night out for me tonight so I escape the madhouse early for a change! Call in the morning if you need me to book another session.”

And with that she was out the door like lightning. Tim settled in his chair and picked up a gossip mag. Full of inane celebrities with their tits out, he thought. Fantastic. He mused on what kind of guy this doctor would be – and how secretly judgemental of his proclivities he would actually be. Of course therapists can’t say so, but they have the same thoughts as everyone else – men who like a little bit of bondage now and again and watch porn just that bit too often are perverts and rapists and blah blah. They just have to appear to understand and try to figure out why, like you weren’t breastfed as a baby or daddy didn’t take you to football often enough. Nonsense. He was only going along with this for Amelia’s sake, maybe if he showed he tried she would let him back into her bed. He looked at his watch. 5.30 on the dot. The door to the office opened. Punctual if nothing else, he thought.

He put the magazine down and looked up. And his jaw dropped. A dark haired woman emerged from the doorway, immaculately dressed with skyscraper heels and a tight bun in her hair and silk scarf round her throat. Wow. Was this another secretary? The previous patient leaving?

“Mr Williams?” The woman came towards him and extended her hand. “Paula Benedict. Pleased to meet you.”

Still in shock, he stood up and shook her hand. He had the impression it was Paul Benedict on the scrap of paper Amelia had handed him after she had booked the appointment for him. Things might be looking up, he thought.

“Please, come in and take a seat.”

The office was ultra modern, as the rest of the building had been. White leather sofas, glass tables, artwork on the walls that he knew must be expensive as he thought it was awful. He sat on one sofa and Benedict on a chair to the left of it.

“Please make yourself comfortable, I tend to favour the traditional psychiatrist set up of patient lying on the couch and me on the chair. Does that work for you?” She sat a clipboard down on the esenler escort glass coffee table.

“Absolutely. It’s my first therapy session, Doctor, so I’m happy to be led by you.” He slipped his shoes off and lay on the couch, head a little up on the arm.

“So, I gather your wife made the appointment for you? Care to tell me a little about that?” He could see out the corner of his eye she was settling back and crossing her legs. Her beautiful long legs. He tried to focus.

“Yes, erm, well she did. I don’t go in much for talking to people about my issues but she insisted. She thinks I need help.”

“And do you?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I think so, but frankly I’m a pretty happy guy. I don’t see anything wrong with what I like to get up to in the bedroom. And she never used to have a problem with it either.”

Benedict sat forward a little. “So what DO you like to get up to in the bedroom?”

Tim shifted a little uncomfortably. “We can talk openly then can we? I mean, you won’t sit in judgement?”

“Of course not. That is certainly not why I am here. Go on. I want to know what you like. All of it.”

She sounded a little bossy, Tim thought. He rather liked it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad telling this doctor after all.

“I love bondage. Simple as that. I love tying Amelia up with handcuffs, chains, ropes, ties…anything that will bind her. I love to BE tied up by her, to have the power taken away from me. To be blindfolded while she does whatever she likes with me, sucking me or fucking me I don’t care, as long as I have the restriction. I like to be scratched till I bleed, to have my nipples pulled between teeth, have my balls spanked or whipped. I love it all. I want her to wear beautiful corsets and crotchless panties and dress up like a slut for me. I’ve even fantasised about her fucking me with a dildo but she never would. I watch porn every day to get a release, so I can see others being fucked and fucking the way I want to…” Tim stopped. He waited for a response from the doctor as she had sat very still, listening to the outburst which had just made him feel like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “Is that so bad?”

Benedict sat back in her chair and re-crossed her legs. “No, it’s not. Not at all”

There was something in her tone which made him curious. “You don’t sound at all taken aback or disgusted.” He was so used to Amelia’s disgust that he expected it.

“That’s because I’m not.” She sat forward and pulled a pin out of her bun and her hair fell down around her shoulders. Though she was still behind him, he knew it was meant to be a provocative gesture. Stop it, he thought. Stop thinking like that. He looked round at her legs and those heels again. He felt his manhood start to stiffen. Stop it.

Benedict stood up and walked towards her desk. She opened the drawer and took something out, he couldn’t see what. She walked over to him. This time she did not sit behind him, but kneeled on the carpet next to him. His eyes widened. Seemed an unusual thing to do. Then he saw her eyes gaze towards his ever growing erection.

“Sorry,” he said. “It’s speaking of my desires and needs, I can’t help what turns me on.”

“I don’t want you to help it. I want you to embrace it.”

Then he saw what she had florya escort brought out the drawer. It was an expensive looking dildo. One of the artistic glass ones. That was not what he expected to see.

She laid the dildo on the coffee table behind her. “We’ll get to that later.”

She reached over to his bulging cock and through his jeans rubbed firmly. Tim moaned. She rubbed harder until it couldn’t have gotten any bigger. She unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. Tim gasped. Gently, she lowered her mouth down around the tip and licked gently. It wasn’t long before the gentleness gave way to hard, passionate sucking all the way down his length. He moaned with pleasure and thought he was about to erupt when she stopped.

“No, no.” she said. “Not yet.”

She stood up and slowly undid her blouse buttons. It was a light white silk blouse which just fell off her body to reveal the most luscious corsetry. Silk and lace, properly boned, a work of art. He wondered how she worked in that all day. Then she dropped her skirt slowly, and kicked it off. The bottom half was even more beautiful than the top. To Tim’s surprise she wore no panties, and was completely smooth. She wore stockings, of course, which she showed no signs of taking off, much to his pleasure. The heels looked like they were staying too. She reached over and grabbed his jeans. “These need to come off.” He helped her get his jeans and boxers off. Feeling very exposed and vulnerable lying with his cock on full display for her, he felt more and more aroused.

Slowly, Benedict undid the scarf from round her neck. She pulled his hands up above his head and tied them tight. He really thought he was about to cum all over himself right at that moment. He had never been so aroused, certainly not with Amelia, and certainly not in years.

She climbed onto the sofa and kneeled between his legs. Yet again she took his full length in her mouth and greedily sucked. She drew her nails down both sides of his chest – hard. He groaned in pain and pleasure. She did it again and again. Tiny drops of blood began to appear along the scratches. Tim gasped. She stopped sucking and raised herself up on her knees. Sliding her hand between her legs, she began to caress her soft lips and she was visibly aroused. She stroked faster and harder, sliding her fingers deeper inside herself. He could see from the lack of resistance that she was wet. Very wet. He moaned yet again. She looked down at him in approval. She leaned across and grasped the glass dildo in hand and slowly pushed it inside herself, in and out, in and out. He was hypnotised by the motion and having to try harder than ever before to stop from shooting his load all over both of them. She pleasured herself without touching him for what seemed like an eternity until he said “Please, please. I need you to sit on my face. Hold my arms firm, dont let me move. Please, sit on my face right now.”

She stopped sliding the dildo in and out and smiled at him. She opened her legs wider and crawled up his body. She lowered her smooth, wet pink pussy over his lips and felt his tongue exploring straight away. He was desperate to taste her. He licked and sucked and greedily lapped up all the juices she had just produced with dildo. She writhed on top of him, rocking back and kayaşehir escort forth, thrusting on to his face while she made sure he was totally restrained. He moaned as he licked and could not stop himself any longer, as he exploded all over his belly. She stopped thrusting and moved back down his body. To his amazement, she started licking the white liquid from his belly and then started to suck his still rock hard cock again. He moaned and begged her to stop – but half heartedly. He certainly did not want her to stop, ever. She lowered her pussy on to him and rocked slowly at first, he grew harder and harder again inside her, he had never felt like this in years. He pulled his arms down and grasped her breast through the corset. She pushed him away. “No. You do not get to touch.” She pushed his arms back over his head. She increased her rocking now, she was fucking him hard. He was sure the whole office block could hear his groans of pleasure, but she didn’t seem to care. He could see her passion increasing, she was getting flushed, groaning, almost screaming at times until she tightened around him and he knew she had orgasmed.

She climbed off him. He was so aroused, he thought he could definitely erupt again, but if she was finished takng her pleasure, he would probably just masturbate in the car after leaving. He tried to sit up but she pushed him back down. “Really? You think thats it?” She had a wicked smile. “Isn’t it?” Tim was puzzled.

“Oh no. I have one more pleasure for you.” She took hold of the glass dildo in one hand and slowly caressed his member with the other. Then she leaned over and licked his balls. Then a little further back. And a little further until her tongue was almost inside him. He gasped, it was amazing. He stiffened even further. She pushed the dildo back inside herself and began to rock, covering it in her wetness. She made it so slippery and wet, and brought it back out. She held it aloft to him. “You want this?” She asked? He nodded, he could barely speak now.

She slid her fingers into her mouth and made them very wet. They found their way to his opening and pushed their way in. Tim felt a sharp but very pleasurable pain, and her fingers worked their magic even more. She pulled her fingers out, and keeping her eyes firmly fixed on his, pushed the dildo slowly in, little by little. She used her other hand to stroke his huge cock as slowly as she was pushing in. Tim was in heaven. This was it, this was what he had dreamed of. Being fucked by a stunning, dominant, adventurous woman. If had died then he’d have been happy.

She pushed in and out of him with the dildo, faster and faster, and used her hand on his cock at the same pace, harder and harder she moved until finally he let out an almightly moan and erupted more than ever before, emptying his manhood over himself and her hand.

Totally spent, he lay there, trying to catch his breath, as she removed the glass dildo from inside him and climbed off the sofa. She untied his hands and they flopped by his side.

A few moments later and Benedict was dressed in such a way you would have never suspected anything had happened. The bun was scraped back, and the clothes replaced, including the scarf which had been a main factor in his pleasure. He put his jeans back on, and tried to compose himself before he had to walk back out of the building and to the car.

“So what happens now?” he asks.

“Now?” she said. “Now, you go back to your wife and you tell her you love her. That you’ll do anything to keep her and make her happy. Then tomorrow morning, you call my secretary and set up next week’s appointment. OK?”

Nothing had ever in Tim’s life been more OK.

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Nye woke up in a bed. It wasn’t his bed but it was soft and comfortable and he wasn’t alone in it. He sighed and stirred, groaning as the movement caused pain. The person who was lying next to him stirred and threw an arm over him. He groaned again because it hurt. He was lying on his stomach and his back was raw.

“Nye?”

“Adam?”

“Thank God. Are you okay?”

“Define okay.”

Adam laughed, I am so sorry about what happened Nye. If I had known…”

“If I thought you had known I would be kicking your arse right now… no matter how painful it was.”

“Does it hurt a lot?” Adam stroked his back and he sucked his breath in sharply. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Slowly Nye turned over, ignoring the pain that wracked almost every part of his battered body and screamed in his head. He lay panting, staring up into Adam’s face and thought that the look of love and concern it contained was almost worth it… almost.

“I know. Why did he do that to me?”

“He…” Adam looked away and then back. “In a way he was right Nye. It’s true that if you are going to make it in this business you have to know the rules and obey them. It’s true that you have to have first hand experience of how everything feels before you can apply it to the clients. It’s true that I have been treating you too gently and it’s true that I overstepped the mark with Lian. I should have got his approval before I started training you my way.”

“Training me?”

There was something in Nye’s voice that caught Adam unaware. The look he was giving him was harder than his usual too. He had to be careful. Nye was a sweet innocent boy but he had strength too and if he started using it, questioning too much, he might just slip the silken noose Adam had been tightening around his neck for some time. This was why he had acted as he had, this was why he hadn’t wanted to have Lian involved from the start. If Nye started fighting him he would have two choices… let him go or break him; either way he would lose.

He forced himself to smile and gently stroke the lovely face that remained immobile and unsmiling.

“Maybe that was the wrong word to use at this time, especially after what you have been through. I meant training in the usual sense of the word. Showing you the ropes, so to speak. You are no one’s slave Nye, never will be.”

“Not even yours?”

“Not unless you want to be.”

“Why would I want to be a slave?”

“Because sometimes it’s easier. You don’t have to think, don’t have to worry about anything but pleasing your master. By giving up your freedom you gain a different kind of freedom. You have no control but you have absolute protection, absolute loyalty and devotion.”

“I… don’t think…”

“No. Don’t think. Not now. You need to rest and heal and get strong again. A couple of days and you’ll be back to full strength and we can talk. The commitment I made to you still holds. You’re approved now so your position here, in The Club, the business, the organisation, is assured. You did well my love.”

Nye frowned. “Does everyone have to go through that? You; Jon: the rest of the staff?”

“Something like it, yes.”

“And what Lian said… about it being unacceptable to be exclusive… what does that mean?”

“It means nothing, not to you. It means that a slave has to be prepared to service others at the whim of his master, but you never have to fear that from me.”

“Unless it’s Lian.”

Adam flinched and turned his face away. “That… and…”

“And?”

“And anyone that Lian appoints.”

“Might he?”

There was a tone of bitterness in his voice when he replied. “He might… but in that case we both have the option to decline.”

“Is it a real option?”

“Mostly.”

“Adam. I think we need to talk.”

“Yes… but not tonight. Not when you are so…”

“Adam?” Nye’s voice was soft but hid…something… something that made Adam almost reluctant to look at him.

“Yes?”

“I could have died. I was poisoned and I could have died.”

“Yes, yes you could have. But you didn’t.”

“Does that happen often? Do people die?”

“Nye…” He pulled away, rolled over. Nye didn’t move, but his voice, although still soft was demanding.

“Do they Adam? Do people die in there?”

Adam was a maelstrom of raging emotion. He was angry with Nye for putting him in this position, for questioning him like this. He was angry with Lian for possibly ruining all the hard work he had put in these last few months and, especially this last week. He was shaken and upset by what had been done to Nye and even more so by what had been done to him. He was humiliated, embarrassed and sore. He wanted to hit out at someone and he gritted his teeth against the impulse to turn and slap Nye for not being cowed, for not being a quivering wreck clinging to him in pain and fear, seeking reassurance. That was how it was supposed to have been.

Getting himself under control göztepe escort he turned and stared down at the beautiful boy. The sight of his calm green eyes soothed him, as it always did and he sighed.

“Yes Nye. Sometimes people die. Sometimes things go wrong, or go too far; people get hurt and they die. It doesn’t happen often and it hasn’t happened for a long time, not here, not with me. I am a good master and I am careful with all my people. The last time someone died here it was a terrible accident, a tragedy and I have mourned him ever since. I swore that I would never allow it to happen again and I haven’t.

“How long?”

“Almost four years.” He gently caressed Nye’s hair and his expression softened. “That was mostly his fault Nye. He wandered into territory he wasn’t equipped to traverse. He broke the rules… no he flouted the rules and he paid the price. That will never happen to you. I will never let that happen to you.”

“You almost did.”

His voice was still soft, as were his eyes. There was no accusation but the fear that he had felt when he thought Nye was dying created its own.

“Nye, I told you. I had no idea. I would never have let him do that to you if I had known. For God’s sake do you think I’m a monster? Are you so unsure about my feelings for you that you would think I would deliberately poison you?”

Nye flinched and looked uncertain. “No of course I’m not. Of course I don’t think that but… I mean… It happened. He didn’t even flinch… and all those things he did to me…” He shuddered. “And you let him.”

“I had no choice.”

“Maybe. But now, neither do I.”

“Nye… it isn’t like that. Things like this don’t happen all the time.”

“But they do happen.”

Adam’s patience snapped, helped by his own emotional condition and frustration. “You knew what you were getting yourself into Nye. I have never hidden anything from you. You knew the nature of the business I am in, the kind of people involved. You knew what I do, what I expected you to do.”

“I thought I did.” He said softly and turned his head away, tears pooling under his closed eyelids and running down his face.

‘Fuck!’ Adam thought desperately. ‘Fuck, I’m losing him’. His anger gave way to a fierce desperation. He needed Nye. He hadn’t realised how much until today. When he thought he was going to lose him he had felt a desperate, urgent feeling that was as close to real love as he had ever come. ‘Careful’, he cautioned himself. This was a crucial moment. He had to deal with this one carefully or he would lose Nye and that, he was not prepared to do.

Gently he cupped Nye’s cheek and turned his face back towards him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so blunt but… I thought I was going to lose you today my love and I was more frightened than I have ever been. I have tried my very best to shield you from the darkest side of this world and I succeeded too well.

“What happened was mostly my fault. I should have been more careful. I should not have made this commitment until I had brought you more fully into my world. I shouldn’t have shown Lian how much you mean to me until you were ready to face the consequences and so was I. I didn’t think.”

Nye opened his eyes and looked up at him. God they were beautiful. Someone could get lost in those eyes and never get out with their sanity intact.

“I made a mistake and it cost you dearly but… in a way… I don’t regret it. I know that’s easy for me to say when it wasn’t me who went through it… although you should know that I didn’t have an easy time of it either… but…” He smiled wanly and bit his lip endeavouring to look uncertain and vulnerable, to reach Nye in the way he knew he best responded to. “I love you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone and I couldn’t help myself. I need you Nye. I need you in my life, in my heart, in my bed.” He smiled trying to lighten the mood a little and was rewarded by the ghost of a smile.

“I meant every word I said to you in the restaurant and I promise you this. I will never, ever allow what happened to you today to happen again. Even if I have to break my connection with Lian. It’s… complicated but… He’s a very important and powerful man. Clients come to me because of him and he has influence over the business in a hundred small ways. Without his endorsement I can’t keep the business going. For one thing it wouldn’t be safe and for another no one important would come to me.

“But for you I would give it up. I would hand over The Club to someone else and walk away.”

Nye’s eyes went wide. “But The Club is your life.”

“If that is what it takes to keep you by my side then so be it.”

Nye shook his head. “No Adam, that’s not what I want. I don’t want you to walk away from The Club, from your life, not for me.”

“I would do it Nye. For you and no one else I would do it. If you’re not up to it…”

“It’s not that Adam.” Adam smiled çorlu escort inwardly at the speed and vehemence with which he had spoken. “I am up to it. It’s just… today…”

“Today will never happen again. I swear it.”

“I…” He crumbled and Adam’s inward smile turned into a grin. “I’m sorry. It’s been too much. I was scared Adam. I thought I was going to die… and they hurt me… they hurt me so much.”

He began to cry and Adam took him into his arms, gently so as not to hurt him anymore than he could help. This was right… this was the way it was supposed to be… this was what he had wanted from the start.

“Hush now. It’s over. It’s all over. Don’t cry. I’m here and I am going to look after you and protect you and no one is going to lay a hand on you again unless you want them to. I promise.”

For a while Nye sobbed and then grew quiet and still. Adam still held him close, stroking his hair and whispering empty promises and words of blind comfort until the trembling stopped and Nye’s body relaxed against him.

When Adam laid him back onto the pillows he was asleep and Adam smiled down at him. ‘Got you’ he thought with a self satisfied smirk. If Nye could have seen his face in that moment he would have run from him, but Nye was fast asleep, ignorant to it all.

Adam brushed the hair from his face and caressed his cheek, provoking a soft sigh which made his loins tighten. Following the silky hair along its length he stroked Nye’s collar bone and chest running his hands over the smooth muscles down to his belly. Nye shuddered and stirred, murmuring in his sleep but did not wake.

Thinking about what he had witnessed in the dungeon that afternoon Adam felt his cock hardening. His eyes were burning and hungry as he devoured Nye’s naked body with his eyes, remembering how it had shuddered and bucked in the throes of ecstasy and how it had writhed and convulsed in the midst of pain. Touching the now flaccid penis he thought about how it had felt when it had ploughed into him that morning, so much sweeter that Lian’s uncaring member and his thumb ran over the tip as he closed his eyes and imagined the catheter and the electrode sliding into it.

Nye shuddered and moaned, turning his head from side to side on the pillow and Adam stared at his parted lips remembering how it had felt to plunge his cock into the sweet cavity of his mouth. He touched them with his finger and they trembled. Wanting so badly to take him, here and now, and knowing that it would be a very bad idea Adam slipped from the bed and quickly dressed.

Outside the door of the room one of the attendants was standing, head bowed, still but alert.

“I’m going down to the dungeon. See that no one disturbs him and if you hear movement from in there send for me immediately.”

“Yes sir.”

***

The next time Nye awoke it was morning. The sun was streaming through an unfamiliar window and he was alone. He stretched and immediately regretted it as he felt that someone had kicked him in the stomach. Turning on his side he curled into a tight ball wrapping his arms around himself and drawing up his knees. That hurt too but he needed to do it.

He couldn’t help his mind wandering to everything that had happened over the last couple of days. He had been higher and lower that he had ever been before. It was a lot to take in, to process.

It was hard to believe that Adam had been part of the nightmare, that he had allowed it to happen to him, although he supposed that he hadn’t really had a lot of choice. The memory of Adam bound, gagged and swinging from the hook with Lian pawing him, came suddenly to his mind and made him shudder. Adam would have hated that, really hated it. Thinking on it he supposed that Adam had paid as high a price as he had for Lian’s continued patronage.

Fuck… he had poisoned him. Adam had poisoned him. Okay he hadn’t know at the time he was doing it but still… Fuck! He could have died. He was minutes away from it. If Lian hadn’t given him the antidote in time… He shuddered and hugged himself tighter.

And what the fuck had they done to him at the end. The rest hadn’t been so bad… and he had to admit that he had had some pretty fucking amazing orgasms. He had never passed out from sheer pleasure before and now he had done it twice… or was it three times? Some parts of what had happened were kind of blurred and he had no idea exactly what had been done to him, only how it had felt and even then…

Rolling on to his back Nye groaned and ran his hands over his body checking for damage. He felt as if he had been punched repeatedly in the stomach… which, now he came to think of it, he had…only from the inside. Raising his head to look down at himself he was a little surprised to find that there was no outward sign of the violence to which his body had been subjected. He had expected at least bruises.

Somewhat nervously he reached down and felt around his ümraniye escort cock and balls. They were a little sore but everything seemed to be in order and not too badly battered. With a sigh he lay back and rested his hand on his belly. It was a strange thing but, even after everything that had happened he didn’t regret a thing, not really.

Oh, he wished that it had never happened, that he had never met Lian, but in a way it was almost worth it to know that he had been approved, was truly becoming a part of Adam’s world. True he would have preferred it if Adam’s world was a little less scary and… painful, but wasn’t that what it meant to become a man? To face the harsh realities of the world head on? To undertake your rite of passage and emerge on the other side stronger, more at peace with your life and being?

That had been a right of passage alright… and his passage was still bitterly complaining about it but… hell he had made it, he had come through and he WAS stronger, or at least he damn well was going to be once he got his stupid childish emotions under control. Feeling somewhat ungrateful he remembered why all this had happened in the first place. Adam had given him a commitment, more than he ever had to anyone, he had given him the keys to The Club, the apartment, everything. He had made him his equal, his partner.

Nye smiled and relaxed…until a frantic rumbling from his stomach reminded him that he had not had anything to eat for… well by the look of it for more than twenty four hours. No wonder he suddenly felt absolutely starving. He sat up and looked around for his clothes. They were folded neatly on a chair beside the bed… with the keys on top. Nye smiled.

Slowly sitting up he realised two things… firstly he hurt, really hurt and second he was stiff and sticky from his head to his thighs. Looking around the room and wondering for the first time where he was he spotted a door which looked likely to lead to a bathroom.

Nye got to his feet using the foot of the bed to haul himself up, and found that it hurt but was bearable to stand. He staggered slightly but managed to get to the door without mishap. Using the toilet was no picnic and hurt in every way imaginable but, again it was bearable and he didn’t seem to be bleeding so that had to be good…didn’t it?

When he was done he turned on the shower and stood for far too long under the warm water, soaking his hair and body, washing away the memory of the previous day. At one point he almost fell asleep and jerked awake as he started to slide down the wall. He slipped and grunted aloud as he caught himself and hauled himself up again.

With a sigh he climbed out of the shower and rubbed himself dry in the slightly rough towel. He looked at it curiously and found the logo of The Club sewn into one corner. He was still in The Club then. He hadn’t been aware that there were any bedrooms here. He wasn’t in the dungeon that was for sure.

Still puzzled he slowly pulled on his clothes, blanching when he had to bend to tie up his shoe laces. God that hurt.

When he opened the door of the room Nye was surprised to see the attendant leaning against the wall outside. Was he a guard? If so was he meant to keep him in or someone else out? Nye frowned and the guard bowed his head.

“Master Adam bade me apologise for having been called away. He suggests that you have the kitchen make you something to eat. If you would prefer I can have it brought to your room.”

“This isn’t my room. How long has Adam been gone?”

“About an hour, Sir. He expects to return before the end of the afternoon and would quite understand if you felt that you needed to go home. You can either take a taxi or the car.”

Nye was quite taken aback by the deferential manner of the attendant.

“Where is Adam?”

“Attending to business downstairs, Sir.”

“Down…? Oh, I see. Thank you. I’ll go down to the bar to eat and then I’ll think about going home.”

“Would you like me to organise a meal, Sir?”

“Um… yes, yes alright. That would be kind. Thank you.”

“Is there anything you would prefer?”

“No thank you, just something light… and quick. I’m very hungry.”

“As you say, Sir.”

The man hesitated and Nye realised that he was expecting him to precede him down to the bar. He narrowed his eyes slightly. Clearly Adam had not wanted him to be wandering around alone up here. His curiosity was piqued but not enough tempt him into a conflict with the attendant today… and he had the distinct impression that if he tried to look around he would be gently but firmly diverted.

Turning, Nye made for the stairs. He stumbled and caught himself with a grunt of pain to find the attendant at his elbow slipping an arm carefully around his waist to support him.

“Are you sure you’re alright to go downstairs?”

The deferential tone had gone to be replaced by one that actually sounded concerned. Startled Nye looked at him and found himself staring into a pair of amber eyes in a very pretty face. The man was barely older than he was. Why did he think that all the attendants were old? He shuddered at the thought of how old this one had been when he had been ‘trained’. He had known that some of Adam’s previous lovers had been very young but he had never had the courage to ask how young.

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I watch Sean pack silently. I know he is still angry about last night, and I’m pretty amazed all I got was 5 minutes in the corner. For some reason that made me feel guilty.

“What is it?” He asks turning to me.

“Can you find someone else to watch me?” I mutter chewing the inside of my cheek.

“No. Walk me out please.” He chuckles throwing his bags over his shoulder. I walk him to the door wearing a frown.

“I will see you Sunday. Love you Little one.” He murmurs into my hair. Do I love you? I dismiss the thought.

“See you Sunday.” I whisper as he walks out the door. I watch him drive away giving a small wave.

“Morning Kat.” Jacob calls making me jump, “Hungry?”

“Nope.” I say slamming the door. I turn to leave only to bump into his chest.

“I don’t know what Sean takes from you, but I don’t take shit. Get it?” He growls looking me in the eyes. His words chilled my skin. I always assumed Jacob didn’t have anything but a sweet side. I was most defiantly wrong.

“Yes.” I mutter squeezing my thighs together.

“Yes what?” His stare is cold.

“Yes Sir.” I say louder squeezing my thighs tighter.

“Now, let’s go have a look at your wardrobe.” He says smiling.

“May I ask why?” I pout crossing my arms. Bad move Kathryn.

“Because I said so…” He spits holding my face in between his thumb and index finger.

“Yes…Sir.” I gasp turning to lead him to the room. This is too fucking coincidental to be true. Right when Sean and I start losing our spark the ex-love of my life shows up.

When we get to the room I lead him to my closet in which he immediately starts pulling out clothes and throwing them in a pile. His phone pings, and he glances over it smiling briefly. He sets on the shelf and continues looking over the clothes.

“Who bought you this?” He asks holding up a brown turtle neck face twisted with disbelief.

“Sean did!” I exclaim offended. It was hideous, but it was the first gift he gave me.

“Yuck, yea in the pile you go!” He laughs shooting me a smile, and again with the squeezing of the thighs. I steal secret glances at him tan skin peeking from under him shirt when he stretches to get stuff on the higher rack of clothes. I watch him sweep black hair out of his eyes as he looks over each article of clothing.

“Admiring the view?” He asks playfully winking at me.

“W- what?” I stutter looking at my feet. I feel my tuzla escort cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink.

“I am messing with you…” He mutters throwing a purple long sleeve into the pile.

“What are you doing with my clothes?” I blurt out. I study his expression to see how he feels about outburst.

“Don’t question me, but I am picking out the things you will not be wearing while I am here.” He says simply clicking his tongue.

“Sean lets me wear what I want.” I blurt out again testing him.

“Well Kathryn I don’t.” He sighs walking over to me, “I know what you are doing, and I’m telling you to stop.” I look at him innocently as if I have no clue what he is talking about.

“What?” I ask sweetly.

“I really don’t want to spank you on the first day here… then again I do.” He whispers in my ear coldly.

“Sorry Sir.” I say quickly looking at the pile of clothes.

“You may wear the ones on the rack and nothing else. You may wear panties but no bra.” He orders picking up the pile of clothes, “I’m putting these… somewhere where I don’t have to see them. Get ready for the day and be ready to go in 20 minutes. Please.”

Please? He walks out of the room closing the door behind him. I pull the thin night gown over my head watching myself in the process. I fall onto the unmade bed closing my eyes. My panties are soaked, and I can’t help myself. My hand roams down my belly and towards my sex, and then skipping over it into my inner thighs. My other hand is rubbing at my breast. I know I shouldn’t, but all I can think of is Jacob’s warm breath at my ear spiting orders…

“I forgot my phone!” Jacob announces walking through the door. I of course was caught in the act. He narrows his eyes crossing his arms.

“I- I can explain.” I choke watching his expression. He looks mad, but how would I know.

“Tsk tsk. What are we going to do about this?” He asks rhetorically.

“Please Sir.” I beg looking at the grin forming on his face.

“We will handle it later. I’m feeling generous.” He sighs dramatically, “Now get dressed. This time resist touch yourself. You have 10 minutes and no more than that.”

He grabs his phone and walks out of the room. I rush into the closet looking over the clothes I have left. I pick out a pink zip up—that I didn’t even know I had—and a pair of black shorts. I look at myself and pendik escort frown. This will have to do. I scoop my hair into a pony tail, and slip on a pair of black flip flops. Why do I care what I look like anyway? It’s only Jacob… I rush into the bathroom quickly putting on a dash of makeup.

“3 minutes!” He calls from down stairs making me trip over my nightgown trying to get to the door. I run down the stairs and meet him by the front door.

“Oh wait I forgot…” I mumble reaching to remove my collar. He looks at m shocked, “What?”

“Are you not proud to be Sean’s?” He demands grabbing my hands and pushing them by my sides.

“No. I mean… that slipped.” I stutter looking at the ground.

“Do you ever know what you want?” He asks letting go of my wrist. That hurt. I know he is right though, “Take it off if you are ready to leave him, but if you want him still…wait for him to remove it.”

He walks outside towards his car, and I follow after him not daring to touch my collar.

“What can I get you today?” A small blonde asks checking Jacob out.

“I would like two cokes and two cones, strawberry for me, and chocolate chip cookie dough for the lady.” Jacob answers shooting her a glorious smile.

“Ice cream… Sir?” I smile as soon as the blonde bounces away.

“You used to love when I took you out for ice cream. You especially loved it when you had something on your mind, so why don’t you go ahead and spill it?” He says softly reaching out to take my hand.

“Nothing…” I whisper. My skin is tingling at his touch.

“I’m not asking you to tell me. I’m telling you to tell me.” He orders removing his hand from mine. I resist from sticking out my lower lip to pout.

“I don’t think I want to be with Sean anymore. I miss you. Take me away from this entire ordeal Sir” That’s what I wanted to say. I wanted to confess to Jacob and then crawl into his arms in cry.

Instead I say, “You aren’t the boss of my emotions.” I’m rewarded with a cold stare.

“Yes I am. I recommend you don’t smart off to me again.” He growls leaning towards me, “Now tell me what’s wrong. Holding it in isn’t healthy.” I smile. Sean would have told me to stop being cry baby and dismissed me from where ever he was. This made me feel loved.

“I don’t know what I want anymore.” I sigh putting my head in my hands.

“You tend maltepe escort to do that. I feel like you aren’t telling me everything, but it has been awhile so you can tell me when you’re ready.” He smiles taking my hand again. The tingling sensation returns.

The blonde brings back our cones and drinks. We eat in silence. I feel him watching me, and I look up to see him smiling at me.

“You ready?” He asks cleaning up our mess. Including mine…

“Yes.” I smile cleaning up what he couldn’t get.

We arrive back at the house an hour later, and I’m still a little surprised by his display of—caring about me? I remember that I’m technically in trouble as soon as I walk through the door.

I spin around on my heel and ask, “Are you going to spank me?”

“There are other forms of punishments… Spankings aren’t the only things that work…” He answers surprised. That makes me think. Sean has only ever spanked me or sent me to the corner, “I want you to undress.” I look at him surprised but follow instructions without complaining. He looks over my nude body which makes me blush head to toe.

“I want you to stand right here in front of this window, and don’t move until I tell you to. Understood?” He demands pulling back the blinds.

“People will see me!” I squeal covering my body.

“Okay then, I have other ways to—…”

“Fine Sir! Never mind!” I interrupt. He smiles in response.

“You understand why you are being punished?” He asks.

“Yes Sir.” I mumble filling with shame.

I move in front of the window and begin to relax it is dark outside. No one can see me. A car drives by… then another… and another. They can see me. I close my eyes trying to relax. I see the head lights through closed eyes. I feel myself become wet.

“Go shower and go to bed.” Jacob calls from right behind me.

“Thank you Sir.” I reply not missing a beat.

I turn to go to shower, but he catches my arm pulling me towards him.

“Did you have a good day?” He questions flashing his perfect teeth.

“Yes sir.” I answer feeling my stomach tighten deep down. My nipples harden against the fabric of his thin shirt. Then he does the expected. He leans down kissing me passionately. I kiss him back immediately. I thought there would be some kind of hesitation, but I just moved to my tippy toes and moved my mouth against his.

“Good night.” He murmurs breaking the kiss.

“G- Goodnight…” I stutter breathless. My head is spinning by the time I get to my room. I touch my lips; they are tingling as I expected them to be.

I quickly take a shower and climb into bed chewing the inside of my cheek. I think about how I have felt today— happy. Truly happy.

I move my hands my neck, and I remove my collar.

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Modern day harem life of slaves and their struggles for alpha slave status.

Master is unaware of the intrigue and back stabbings that go on when he is away from the harem between his sex slaves. Or is he?

Cast:

Calista: Lead character
Master: Master and owner
Sir Jon: Master’s longtime friend
Lady Martha: Master’s first wife
Lucinda: a very ambitious slave who takes an interest in Calista
Jacinta: Paired off with Calista, she too is a house slave
Mildred: Mother hen to the slaves, she is the eldest house slave
Jasmine: Arab slave girl who took over for Calista as greeter

THE FIRST TRIP

After Lady Martha’s stay, she somehow managed to convince Master to part with Jasmine. There was a few moments of tearful farewells before Jasmine was led off to accompany Lady Martha back to her estate. I wondered if I would ever get to see Jasmine again, but I quickly put that out of my mind and focused on the fact that I was still here. Slave Mildred announced a week later as we hurriedly went about getting ready for our tasks, that Master would be taking a “business trip”. I had found out from Jacinta later on that Master would plan trips on occasion to replenish his stock as well as deliver fully trained product to his customers. During these trips, Master would tend to select a group of slaves to accompany him for his personal care, although another group of slaves would be mixed in as well, and those, would be sold and delivered to his customers. None of the slaves would know if they would be the ones sold, or kept and brought back to the estate.

Preparations were made, and instructions handed out to us, as Jacinta and I helped pack, and organize various boxes and trunks for the trip. It was only at the last minute that both Jacinta and I were instructed to pack our uniforms and accompany Master on his trip. We were to be his servants during the trip, waiting on his every need while away. We boarded the large plane, fully uniformed and were instructed to take up positions in the galley (kitchen). The plane was far larger than Master’s jet; this was like a proper passenger airline only the passenger compartment was separated with a locking door that walled off the baggage section. In this case, Jacinta pointed out about twenty slaves from the kennels all chained together like a chain gang being loaded into that section from a separate set of stairs.

Master came on board, neatly dressed in an impeccable navy blue suit along with his body guards and an equally bespoke Arab gentleman. Following Master on his arm was the lovely Lucinda, the former house slave that had been promoted to the exalted status of harem slave. She was dressed in a very expensive stylish cashmere dress. Dark red that went well with her dark complexion. The dress reeked of money, but the lines were cut deeper than a rich woman would feel comfortable with. Lucinda came across as high priced whore, more than a rich classy woman. She was neither, but she did have the style and grace to fit in with Master and his Arab guest. We got underway and were soon in the air. One of the bodyguards, big and burly came back to us and handed us a sheet of instructions. It was a lunch menu we were to prepare for Master and his guest. We went about fixing the food and then loaded it on the cart and rolled it up to them. Master took the lunch and without a further look dismissed us. Lucinda gave me a quick smile when our eyes met and then she turned her full attention towards Master. After we had passed earshot, he again began speaking animatedly with the Arab guest. Lucinda looked like she was amusing herself and not paying attention to the conversation, but something told me that she was paying very close attention to what was being said between the two without giving any hint to either of them.

We repeated this again for dinner and by early morning we felt the plane descend. Looking out of the window, we saw that we were coming towards a desert island. On the island we could see an old castle fortress, its walls surrounding a small lush oasis with palm trees and water. One of the bodyguards came back maltepe escort to us, sat down and started what seemed like a well practiced speech.

“Ok listen up cunts,” he said.

“This customer is a very important client for your Master. You both have been chosen for this trip because of how well you have embraced your roles. Consider this a reward, as your Master has been pleased with the both of you.”

“However,” he added with a sneer of the sinister, “Do not take this charity as an act of weakness. You are still very much under the control of your Master. He is your god, your lord, your Master. Any deviation from his command will be met with swift and harsh corrections.”

Both of us nodded.

“I’m sure you saw on our approach that this is an island. So there is no hope of escaping, unless you want to swim the thirty five miles of shark infested ocean to the mainland. This castle and this stronghold may look old, but is a well maintained fortress that was built originally to traffic slaves many centuries ago. The people here are of the same mind as your Master, so don’t get your hopes up that you can persuade someone here to help you.”

Again we nodded and stayed quiet.

“Do as your told, serve your Master, and all will be well. Don’t and you’ll be in the same lot as the other slaves we’ve brought here.”

I gulped; I hadn’t realized my mouth was so dry.

“Y…yes…s…s…sir…” I said.

Jacinta said the same.

We were escorted off the plane by that same giant bodyguard after Master and Lucinda had left with his other bodyguard and the Arab gentleman. Gentleman. I had a little trouble thinking of him as a gentleman now that my imagination was allowed to run wild with all the possible traumas that the other kennel slaves would be put through. We saw them, miserable, hungry, tired and scared as they were offloaded from the baggage compartment of the plane. They were being force-marched up to the castle, while we piled into the luggage car with all of Master’s baggage and drove the long dry road up the front gate of the stone walled castle.

After we had unpacked Master’s baggage, the both of us were chained to a ring set into the wall near the large dark oak bed. Our chains, attached to our collars gave us just enough slack to lay down on the large pillow on the floor that, no doubt, had been used by other slaves before us while their Master was away doing business. Everyone had left us alone. Both the bodyguards and our hosts had not so much as looked at us. There was no groping, no quick hidden squeezes, not lingering eyes, or stolen kisses. Everything, from my perspective, was very efficient, businesslike and orderly. We both were quiet. Kneeling on the pillow, we instinctively knew to keep our mouths shut. We could talk later, but I know I was more than eager to blend into the background and not get noticed as I should think Jacinta would agree! Just then a shriek emanated from somewhere deep within the building. My mind imagined some medieval dungeon where unspeakable horrors were being inflicted upon the slaves. More shrieks and screams answered the first. Jacinta turned pale. I’m sure I did as well. We knelt there for who knows how long, listening to the screams. My stomach grew sick. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. We had nothing to do except listen and wait for our Master to return to the room.

When Master did come back, he said nothing to us. Lucinda slinked in, oozing with sexuality and he took her into his bed and ravaged her. First having her suck him off, then he finished inside her as he quickly mounted her. The lights were turned off and Lucinda was left in his bed while he quickly fell asleep. I found the pillow to be adequate; after all, a slave takes whatever Master wants!

Morning.

It must have been dawn as I was awakened by Lucinda who unlocked the chain from my collar freeing me. From some unheard instruction while I was sleeping, Lucinda quickly relayed to us that we were to clean ourselves then ready a bath for Master’s bathing. Afterwards manavgat escort we were to dress and accompany Master for the day. All of our attention was focused on Master while bathing and helping him dress for the day. It would not have been very smart to upset or displease him while we were interred in this castle of horrors. Lucinda disappeared at this point as we were led out of the suite by Master.

We traveled three flights of stairs where we ended up following Master, by our leashes into the grand dining room. The room was massive. Dominated by a large table that easily sat thirty people it was stationed in the middle of the room. Seated at the table were a large number of individuals of all races and nationalities. There were even a few women! None of them looked like victims.

Along one wall was a line of personal slaves, attendants just like us, all locked to iron rings on the wall. There were dog food type bowls in front of them and a jug of water. Were we taken from Master by attendants, who were young looking men (I later found out they were eunuchs, castrated male slaves) and were locked to the wall as well. As we were allowed to eat from our bowls, Master ate amongst the others at the table. Their food being rather more tasty than the gruel we had to eat.

After breakfast we returned to Master’s side and were escorted to an outside courtyard where a boxing ring was set up in the fast rising sun. Chairs were arranged around the ring under shaded canopies as again we were taken away from Master into a dressing area where we were instructed to strip and change into brightly colored bikinis. A eunuch came around and whitewashed a number on each of us, mine being number eleven, Jacinta’s was thirteen. We were then lead back out into a fenced in waiting area. It was more of a stall than waiting area. The type you see in a rodeo where the bulls were kept. Two slaves were taken at random and pulled through the gate and pushed into the ring. A referee of some sorts quickly spoke what sounded like instructions to the two disoriented slaves, who quickly nodded their understanding before a bell was rung signifying the start of whatever it was they were now going to do.

The two circled as the guests started screaming and hollering. Suddenly one of the girls, they both were Arab, lunged towards the other and tackled her to the ground. A commotion between the two of them proceeded as they grappled each other, swinging wildly off target slaps and kicks until the bell rang. They both were shown a corner and waited as they gasped for breath. The smaller of the two girls had the forming of a large bruise on her thigh. Her hair was disheveled and she seemed the worse off between the two. The referee spoke to her as she panted, shaking her head furiously, refusing whatever he was saying. He wasted no time in slapping her squarely across the face, and as she staggered from the blow he pulled out a small cattle prod and shocked her in the ass, immediately dropping her to the floor. She became hysterical now and madly crawled away from him and the prod. The bell rang and she raced out into the center of the ring, eager to escape the referee.

The two slaves engaged again in a full embrace as the small bruised one swung wildly and flailed about trying to inflict some damage on the other girl. Grunts turned into yells as they struggled and fell to the floor. If either of the girls took a breather during the match, the referee jolted her with the cattle prod. After the third round, the match was decided in the larger slave’s favor. Money was exchanged between the guests. Master seemed to not be too interested in the match as he sat in the back with our host in a deep discussion. The two girls were separated and the looser was escorted off to a different area from the winner.

The winner received a fresh drink of water as she knelt and tried to calm her breathing. The loser was bent over a rail, her wrists tied together with strips of leather to her ankles she was doubled over and very vulnerable. Her skin shone from the sun glistening şişli escort off her sweaty body. One of the eunuchs then proceeded to whip her, presumably because she had lost. Everyone in the paddock with me understood the consequences of loosing now.

Two more were pulled unceremoniously out and led to the ring. This time the match was quite ferocious as one girl started bleeding from her nose early into the match. When it was all over, as the bleeding loser was taken to replace the previous loser to be whipped, the referee took a pale of water and splashed in over the ring to remove the blood.

Jacinta was next. Matched up with a tall black woman, she tried valiantly to put up a fight. Near the end of the third round, the black woman had Jacinta in a scissor lock between her thighs and started to rub her pussy onto Jacinta’s helpless face. The referee noticed immediately as the guests shouted and pointed. He tugged the black woman away from Jacinta and declared Jacinta the winner. The black woman was then led to the whipping post and was given a thorough thrashing. Some of the guests were giving a dark skinned man in a bright blue suit a hard time over the incident. I assumed that he was the black woman’s owner.

I turned out to be the last match of the day. Matched up with a girl about my size, we grappled and swung and tried to pin each other. Neither of us knew what we were doing, however we made up for our inexperience with enthusiasm as we both didn’t want to be whipped. By the end of the match I was covered in sweat and had several bruises. I was rather pleased to be chosen the winner, though judging from the more subdued level of cheering during our match, I’m sure we didn’t give much entertainment to the audience.

After a quick rinse off in a tiled dank room, we all were marched back out to the plaza and reunited with our Masters. Some Master’s rewarded their slaves accounting of themselves in the ring by allowing them to drop to their knees and suck their cocks. A few roughly chastised their slaves for loosing. Master had each of us kneel silently on either side of his chair as he continued to speak in hushed tones with our host, a bit removed from the others. I had learned my lesson long ago to not listen to anything Master and our host spoke of, rather I tried to remain still and aware of him.

The rest of the day found us beside and slightly behind our Master’s side. On a few occasions one of the other men would look us over with a look of hunger and anticipation. At one point one of the other owners got into a heated discussion with our host and my Master. From the looks and gestures it seemed that he was interested in us, with my Master refusing him and the host trying to placate the angry frustrated owner.

That evening, Jacinta and I attended to our Master’s needs as he relaxed in his suite with Lucinda. Feeding him, undressing him, and waiting on him. Master seemed tired, stressed. I endeavored to be as observant to his needs as I could. He startled me at one point in the evening after I had served him some grapes, setting the tray on the small coffee table in front of the sofa, by turning to me and asking a little about me. Flustered and embarrassed, I recited my position in my practiced manner and hoped that I would not say anything out of order that would cause him to be displeased. Lucinda watched me intently.

Smiling, he bade me to sit next to him. I did so, displacing Lucinda, who now took the time to position herself behind Master’s back and started giving him a sexy shoulder massage. Master started to ask me questions. What I thought of the wrestling event, about the castle, about the other slaves. He asked me to speak freely. I swallowed, hesitated and then answered his questions as honestly as I could. He pulled me closer to him while I spoke. He started brushing my hair softly. He stroked my shoulders, as I faltered, confused by the thoughts and feelings I was having. At some point I stopped speaking, as he then started kissing me. Softly. Warmly. I melted into him as my mind swirled and my head became light headed.

When I was able to think straight again, I saw that the look on Lucinda’s face seemed to be more of jealousy than interest. There was a dangerous side of Lucinda that showed through her perfectly featured face and immaculate makeup. It was a side I was now aware of. I hoped that I would never give Lucinda the chance to show me what that dangerous side of hers could do!

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It was quiet. That kind of quiet you find on a working day in the late afternoon. The hubbub of the street held the promise of only a few more hours work.

It was even quieter in the small Soho lingerie shop I was in. I was the only customer in the store. It was darkened, with the only illumination coming from low-voltage lamps which lit the mannikins, all dressed in their sexy best.

A young woman sat behind the counter. She was probably in her early 20’s, very buxom, with short dark hair.

I’d come to look for an item I’d seen in the catalogue, and told her what it was.

It was a mesh bodysuit, which had very large holes, almost like a net, which would allow everything to be seen, but still held in place.

I asked to be shown a few other items as well, and she went off to get them.

I browsed a bit as I waited, looking at the dildos in the sex aid area, and the handcuffs.

I looked up when I heard her coming back a few minutes later, only to find her wearing the outfit I’d asked to see. She was plainly naked underneath.

She stepped up onto one of the pedistals that held the mannikins, all lit up, and faced me.

She was very well lit now, and I stared for a few seconds.

Her nipples were dark brown, and upturned, hard as little rocks, sitting on huge tits that looked to be an ‘E’ cup at least. I looked lower and saw that she’d shaved all around her labia, leaving only a short triangular stubble which started about an inch above her clitoris, pointing down at it like an arrow.

Here’s the pussy, the arrow seemed to say.

I just stared, not saying a thing.

“This is part of our live model service,” she said in a professional, calm tone.

“Feel free to pose me as you would like, in order to better examine your prospective purchase.”

Then she lay down and spread her legs apart. The tiny strip of net covering her labia was pulled into it slightly.

“For instance,” she said, “this is a popular pose.”

She lay there, thighs spread wide, her cunt fully visible.

“What would you like now?” she asked.

“Let me think,” I said, reeling.

I moved closer and stared at her pussy. I could feel her reacting to me–mannikin or not.

“Pull your knees up,” I suggested, “I want to see how it fits when she’s completely open.”

She obligingly drew her knees up to her elbows.

“Wider,” I said.

She obeyed.

Now her thighs were almost parallel to her body, and her vagina and anus were covered by the thinnest string of net, spread wide open.

I moved a step closer and looked.

I didn’t know what kind of game she was playing, but I knew she was playing şişli escort at something.

Her face was flushed, and her breathing was a bit ragged. And at this distance I could smell her musk–she was wet.

It made me a bit sick, and a bit angry. This complete stranger was getting her kicks by using me as a voyuer.

Okay little girl, I thought, wanna play?

I wasn’t turned on now that the surprise was over, but I was about to turn the tables.

I adopted the calm customer tone that matched her emotionless salesgirl one.

“Put your arms over your head,” I said.

She did.

I then reached down and began plucking at the net garment, catching he skin as I did so, touching her tits, and the sides of her body.

“Gotta see how tight it is,” I said.

“Of course,” she answered.

But her body betrayed her by trembling slightly at my touch.

I deliberately brushed her nipples as I reached across her, and pulled the crotch of her net suit tighter when I plucked the fabric. It disappeared into her sloshing hole.

“Stand up,” I said.

She did.

I stood behind her and stripped the net suit off of her, in a deliberately slow and seductive manner. I ran my hands over her bare shoulders, and touched her back and ass. I heard her breathing get heavier, and felt her body trembling, my arm around her, resting on he stomach as I dropped the suit to the floor, making her naked.

I kept my hand on her belly as I said, “Had to see how it would work in that kind of situation.” Then I pulled my hands away.

“Yeah–,” she gasped slightly, “had to.”

I then took her by the arm, and led her naked, back to the sex aids..

I picked up a huge dildo–probably a half-meter long, and as thick as a soda can.

I handed it to her.

“

Try it,” I said, “see how it fits.”

She looked at me, her eyes wide, and maybe a little frightened, but put the dildo on the floor with a suction cup attachment, and squatted over it. She positioned the head of it between her large external labia, and biting her lip, began to lower herself.

“Wait a minute,” I said then, and she stopped–before it had moved inside her. She looked relieved.

Why was she doing things that scared her? What was going on? I certainly had never had this kind of pulling power before, and frankly, I didn’t want it.

I had to make her tell me. Push her, I thought, make her talk.

“Rub it along the edge of your cunt first,” I said, somewhat roughly.

She obeyed, sliding the huge thing along her pussy lips. I could hear a wet squishing sound as the slid along it.

“Seems tuzla escort like you’re awfully turned on for a mannikin,” I said.

She blushed, but didn’t speak, continuing to slide the dildo along her cunt lips.

Damn.

I reached behind her, as she kept on, and grabbed some furry handcuffs.

She didn’t notice, partially becaues I think she was really getting close to orgasm.

“Stop,” I said, grabbing he by the waist with both hands. I pushed her down, and she nearly fell over. She trembled as I lowered her down.

“Now do it,” I said, “You should be wet enough.”

She moved to obey, putting the dildo onto the floor as I held her.

The she lowered herself onto the dildo as I watched. Inch by inch, it disappeared inside her.

I reached over and grabbed her hands, setting a pair of cuffs on each wrist. Then I attached the lower cuff of each set to her ankle.

Now she was bound, wrists to ankles, with her pussy stuffed with such a long dildo that she couldn’t rise off of it. The cuffs prevented her lifting her bottom up high enough without falling over.

“Let me complete the picture,” I said, grabbing a handful of nipple clamps.

I put one pair on each nipple, so that four cruel clamps grabbed those lovely tits.

I have to admit to being aroused when I held them–they were larger than anything I’d ever touched before, heavy melons in my fingers.

She whimpered a bit as the clamps bit into her, but I was harsh.

“Keep fucking it,” I growled, and she lowered her eyes, and obeyed.

Then I reached down and put a set on each labial lip. Four more clamps hit her.

She still didn’t tell me to stop.

Now she was starting to lose a little control though–she had started to moan, and the jangling of the clamps was causing her to wince as she thrust into the dildo.

I pushed her over, then.

She hit the floor hard, unable to protect herself, and she cried out.

“Ow!!”

When she looked up at me, her eyes were full of tears, and she blubbered a bit as she said, “I was only doing what you wanted! I just did what you asked! There’s no need to be mean n nn.”

“Ohhh it hur-hur-hurts.”

I hadn’t expected that.

I’d wanted a reaction, some indication as to why she was doing this–why she was using me like she was.

I felt so bad.

And I felt turned on, too.

She was still crying, and her femininity got to me. She was so big-titted, with a wide bottom and so helpless.

The poor, helpless girl, I thought.

I sat down and held her, as she cried, taking off the clips, and touching pendik escort her.

She bawled now, in my arms, still handcuffed.

My cock was like a rock, and becoming like a rocket.

She was sitting on my lap by now as I stroked her hair and face, running my hands all over her.

And she felt it.

I don’t know why, but her crying made me want her so bad I could taste it.

I petted her and murmured.

“There, honey, it’s okay.”

“I’ve got what you need.”

And I pulled my pants down.

She was so willing to do what I want that it blew my mind.

She swiveled around and slid her head down to suck me, tears still streaming.

“You needed this,” I said, “You needed this.”

“Ohhhh,” she moaned, mouth on me,” mmmmmmm,”

And she pulled her mouth off of me to say, “I need you sooo much! I need it now, oh please. Oh you hurt me so mu-u-uch”

Somehow she knew her crying was turning me on.

And by God it was.

She leaned forward, leaving her big hips up in the air, and her shaved fanny right there.

And she cried for me, begging me to fuck her, to give her what she really wanted, a good fucking.

“I need-d-d you,” she whimpered, “to fill me up, to stick me and fuck me, and prong me, and ram me and stab me and —“

I was in her fast, shoving my penis within her wet pussy as hard as I could, and as deep.

I was going to fuck this gorgeous cow, and fuck her hard.

My balls slapped her outer labia as i rammed, getting wet from all of her juices.

She was wailing now, a low keening moan that kept going, like a siren, “unnnnhhhhhhggggunnnhhhhhhggggggg.”

I spanked her, slapping her ass as I fucked her, and she cried out, “Oh! Oh spank me! Spank me!”

I hit her harder and rammed faster, and then my hand found her slick anus. I rubbed the top of it, and she moaned out “nooooooo, nooo pleasssse not that oohh nnoooo.”

“Oh yes I am!” I cried out, full righteous fucking fury ahead–“yes I am!!”

And i slid my thumb inside her well-lubricated asshole, feeling the squirming of the muscle ring, as she fought me.

I went as deep as possible, and hard.

And we both came like skyrockets.

“Oh God!”

“Oh Fuck!”

I shot my come deep into her pussy, filling her and thrusting and orgasming better than anything before. I had never felt such total victory over a woman. She was mine, tied and broken, and made to cry as I took her.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you,” she groaned as we lay there, spent, “I’ve never been taken like that before. Only boys have had me until now. Oh God you took me. Oh baby.”

I found out that she had dared herself to tease the first customer who had asked for the lingerie I had asked to see.

She was so used to being the one on top, and controlling the situation, that she had just broken completely when I pushed her over.

Her little girl self, broken and crying had taken me forever.

And she still does.

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She stood perfectly still as he loosely twisted the black silken stocking then placed it carefully over her eyes, drawing it tightly behind her head then tying it, once, twice, pausing to check the blindfold so that she could not see, and that its tightness made it impossible for her to even open her eyes, should she be tempted to do so.

Her wrists were already bound with wide yet pliant leather bracelets, each with a silver ring that clasped and locked with the other. She stood, bare-breasted, naked in the soft light, as he slid his strong hands along her inner thighs, slowly forcing her legs apart. Nearly losing her balance, she leaned forward instinctively, clumsily catching his taut muscled shoulders with her bound hands, steadying herself as he crouched in front of her. His hands continued pressing her inner thighs slightly apart as she dutifully stepped outward, planting her feet firmly this time.

“Steady now, my pet,” he said gently. Her eyes closed and bound, she felt him lean in, his breath on her freshly-shaven mound, and her hands now rested lightly on his thick hair, fingers entwined yet not gripping, and she inhaled in a soft hiss as his warm tongue touched her.

He slid his hands around to her outer thighs, and she adjusted slightly, opening herself more to him, as his tongue now circled her, purposefully ignoring the small pearl and warm opening. He focused only on the outer, his tongue slow and intent on the edges, her lips, and the tender bare rise above them. Arching her back slightly, pelvis inching forward, her fingers slowly tightened their grip on his hair, and she whimpered.

“Patience, dear one,” he said in a calm voice, pulling back, his hands sliding behind to cup her ass affectionately. She released her grip on his hair, hands clasping together reverently, almost shyly, and he pinched her playfully on the meat of one cheek.

She smiled, blinded by the silken bindings, yet able to see his expression clearly in her mind. His eyes would be dark, smoldering, yet dancing with the knowledge of things to come.

He settled his hands on her thighs once more, pressing them inward and she twisted her bare feet on the light carpeting, scooting them back together, until he removed his hands to signal acceptance.

“Relax,” he said clearly, his tone yet calm, but now expressionless. “Let me look at you.”

She straightened her back, lifting her head slightly, knowing her small breasts would be thrust outward, her calves taut and muscular from her stance, and her hands still clasped together as if in prayer, forcing a slight cleavage.

She smiled, then giggled, suddenly feeling very much on display, and a little nervous.

He growled, low and sensuous, then said calmly, “Be still, my pet.”

She nodded, saying clearly, “As you wish, m’Lord,” proud that the words no longer felt foreign between her lips. And she stood very still, her chest moving only slightly with her breath, the sound of the fire crackling across the room lulling in time with her breathing, yet her mind whirled with anticipation.

There was an unzipping noise, and she grinned widely, assuming already his delight at her exposed before him. Yet then she paused, puzzled, at the sound of something that was obviously not his disrobing. Something being pulled? Opened? An odd, light, whooshing noise, then a soft thud as it landed heavily on the floor, and he hummed lightly under his breath as he prepared for her.

“Um, what is this?” she asked almost bashfully, still grinning, and now curious, then quickly added, “Sir” and nodded, reminding herself of what she’d wanted, agreed to — her affection for him clothed in respect and honor.

He did not respond, merely continued humming and unraveling what she soon realized was the long rope from its bag.

She shifted her weight from her left foot to her right, bending her knees ever so slightly so the joints would not tighten up. He did not chastise her, she saw, and was comforted in the reassurance that he knew of this weakness, an illness long gone that had left her more sensitive in some muscles and joints, though not all….

Her eyes rested, adjusted to their hindrance, closed and accepting. She inhaled deeply, small breasts rising, and exhaled slowly, smiling at the scent of nag champa and oranges…and a spice she could not place. She heard the solid click and whirring of the CD player, then an adjustment of the volume as Portishead began.

For a brief moment she forgot she stood naked, small, and bound in the large yet cozy room, and wiggled her toes in delight at the sounds of the music she so loved. It was from this reverie that she was shocked by his sudden and rough grasp of her wrists — his fingers looping through the silver rings and rotating her around until she no longer knew which direction she faced.

His thick fingers lifted the rings effortlessly upward, over her head, and she grunted slightly as he fed the rope through the rings, then back upward over the wooden ceiling beam, erzurum escort lifting her arms, her shoulders, her body, until she hung nearly suspended, her feet barely touching the floor.

He did not pause to check the perfection of his judgment. He simply tightened the rope, securing it so that she was given only the option of balancing tip-toed on her feet, or grasping the rope with her fingers balled into fists, supporting her slight weight from above.

“Do not move.” He said, his voice calm, commanding, yet she thought she detected the slightest hint of a smile echoing in his words.

She grinned, pleased, arrogant, confident in her certainty of his pleasure, and gripped the rope tightly, securely. Yet before the smile faded from her face she flinched as something ice cold ran lightly over her neck, trailing across her back — now arched by her position — and rested on her shoulder. She bit her lip, shivering outright, chill bumps raised, and her brows furrowed until recognition crept into her mind. Beads, strands of beads, the kind thrown in abandon at Mardi Gras, the kind begged for by bared breasts and hedonistic want.

Three? Four? No, six. Yes, six strands she counted, pearl-shaped and some slightly larger than others, all cold as snow against her skin.

His hand released the beads, bound at one end in a whip fashion, and arranged the strands so that all six draped over her slight shoulder, some down the front, resting on her breast, some trailing down her shoulder blade behind.

The palm of his hand paused a moment to cup her breast, and he spoke clearly, purposefully:

“Do not move.”

Her neck stretching backwards, her face upturned, knuckles whitening at their grip, she murmured, “Yes, Sir,” and his hand released her breast.

Again he spoke, his voice calm, emotionless, yet unmistakably clear:

“Do not let them fall.”

“Yes, m’Lord.” She bit her lip once more, her arms already beginning to tire, and had a sudden moment of worry at how she could rest her weight on her tip-toes yet not endanger the beads now sending shivering waves through her flesh.

“Do not move. Do not let them fall.” His voice now cold, firm, an unquestionable imperative, hot breath in her ear. He did not wait for her reply, but moved away silently, leaving her so quietly her ears had no focus on his presence.

And she swallowed, the shiver threatening to wash over her again. The beads unbearably cold.

She held on to the rope tightly, her teeth clenched, jaw working slightly in disquiet, her slender arms taut and flexed, small muscles awakening like petulant children who must arise from safe slumber despite their desire to sleep.

But then she heard him once more, movement outside the crackling of the wood in the fireplace and languid music. Where is he? She wondered, and released her grip ever so slightly on the rope overhead, testing her weight on her toes, all the while holding as still as possible.

‘Do not let them fall,’ he had told her. She nodded wordlessly, her mind still focused on her task, and exhaled quietly in relief as her fingers slowly flexed, each in turn from the rope they still held. The chill from the beads remained, albeit slowly — very slowly — fading. She smiled ruefully, knowing then he’d stored them in the freezer beforehand.

She heard him stirring again.

He was not by the fire — her ears strained to find a certainty in the direction she now faced, and as if responding to her search, the volume on the player now increased, the music a tempo that was no longer lulling but arousing, working in time with the wood crackling within the bowels of the fireplace that seemed behind her — though she could not be sure.

She could hear his movements now even above the music: a rustling, something…a drawer? Opening then closing. Then another. The bathroom door (she knew its familiar squeak, and smiled), then what sounded like the lock on the small wooden chest jingling (or was it his keys? She could not tell). But his actions were not random she knew, and once again a smile crossed her doll-shaped lips. He’s playing with me, she realized, yet the thought did not widen her smile so much as remind her of his intent. He knew precisely what he was after — the objects, the effects, the tools of his affection — satisfying her need.

As her thoughts wandered, another shiver traveled quickly up her spine, over her flesh, though less from the chilled beads than the awareness that every movement he made was intentional.

He’s biding his time, she thought. Making me wait. And with the realization, the shiver shot back up deep inside her, prodding awake her solar plexus, and somewhere heat began to bloom deep within.

A renewed anticipation traveled swiftly from her womb, bringing with it languid fluid, and she shuddered involuntarily with desire, then was gripped by sudden panic as she felt the beads shift slightly from their neat position on eskişehir escort her flesh.

The sound of his movements halted, and her fingers tightened once more around the rope, steadying her body still slightly swaying from her distraction.

And yet the beads did not fall.

Her mouth opened then clamped shut as she tried to refocus on the task at hand. ‘Do not move,’ he’d said. And she knew the beads were proof of her obedience. ‘Do not let them fall.’ A tiny moan escaped her lips, beads of sweat beginning to form on her chilled and taut body.

If they fell he would know. He would know she had failed her task. He would know she had not learned the lesson she needed — and wanted — to learn.

A single bead of perspiration now slid from beneath her arm down her side, cooling instantly, and her mind focused once more on her stillness, yet the warmth between her legs was increasing, and the chill of her flesh now less demanding than the heat within.

Some part of her thrilled at her body’s primal response to being stripped naked, blinded, bound and pulled taut, unmovable, physically powerless. She struggled to keep her mind still and focus on her task.

Her shoulders were already beginning to burn, and fingers threatening to cramp from her grip on the line, yet as the warmth within grew and her cunt gripped then released in anticipation, she whimpered slightly, greatly aroused already, now anxious for his attention.

She sighed softly, hearing him so far from her across the room — perhaps in the other room again? And she shifted her weight, less to accommodate her aching arms than to clench her ass muscles in some vain effort to feed that need growing in her cunt.

And as she shifted more fully so did her attention, and with her muscles flexed, her body moved just enough…and she realized too late the error of her ways.

The beads began to slide slowly down her chest, she bowed her head instantly and grasped at the strands with her teeth, but could not reach them in time.

They fell.

She froze, gripped by terror at the shock of what she’d done.

Oh fuck, he heard it! OH FUCK!

Yet a split second of hope at the music now fighting with the crackling fire, and her eyebrows raised in a moment of pleading that the noise of the beads falling against one another and onto the soft carpet at her feet might’ve been drowned out.

Yet in the back of her mind she heard her own voice: ‘It doesn’t matter if he HEARD it — he will SEE it, you bloody fool!’

He would see it…the proof of her failure to focus, her inability to control herself. Lying at her feet was proof she’d let herself be distracted, her task failed.

And he would punish her.

Yet even at this recognition, a sudden wave of desire pulsed anew through her womb, and the heat spread like licking flames as drops of sweat now trickled from her armpits, her forehead, and down the small of her back, leaving slight trails like tears on her bared skin.

Minutes passed, an eternity of her mind whirling, grasping for an excuse, justification, defense, but ultimately she knew she had failed.

“Do not move.” “Do not let them fall.”

And she had done both.

She flinched at the sudden sound of his voice, a low murmur, threatening. “Hrmm,” he growled. No longer able to fully control her arm muscles, she shifted her weight once more to her toes, all the while cursing herself inwardly for her weakness…yet she knew it was not the physical one that concerned him.

His breath on her neck, she stiffened automatically, expecting his swift movements downward — a retrieval of the lash he’d made for her — and her shoulders bent forward protectively, her ass cheeks tightening in expectation of his response to her failure.

As she felt his hair brush against her shoulder, a pitiful whimper emitted from her lips, the only apology she could offer, but the excuse drowned in her throat and she gasped loudly as he shoved his hand between her legs, and rammed his forefinger roughly up her cunt.

Shocked at the intrusion, she cried out, then inhaled in a gulp as his thick thumb slid back and pried apart the halves, shoving its way cruelly inside her ass until he held her firmly, his captive, with only his hand.

He did not pause to stroke her, to move his fingers inside her — he merely gripped her tighter, pinching his forefinger and thumb together and lifted his head, growling in her ear his displeasure.

“Do you know what you have done, slut?”

She nodded, the burning in her shoulders, arms, calves, so quickly forgotten at his unwavering grip inside her. So shocked was she at his action, she did not speak, only nodded again.

He inhaled in a hiss at her unacceptable response, and yanked his fingers from her as coldly and swiftly as he’d sank them only moments before.

It was then she heard him bend down and retrieve the strands, then the sharp whip of them gaziantep escort slinging back and upward. She did not have time to clench, to prepare, nor even breathe and she cried out, back arching, as the strands struck her ass.

“Didn’t I ask you a question?” he said clearly, coldly, emotionless.

She nodded, then quickly added, “Yes, m’Lord!”

But it was too long a pause…and she knew it.

She heard the beads swing — this time faster — and she flinched as they whipped around her thighs, her whole body swaying as she tried in vain to grip the rope tighter.

“Didn’t I tell you not to move?”

Ah, faster, no hesitation, “Yes, m’Lord.”

“And did you?” Cold, cold voice.

Again, though quieter, “Yes, Sir.”

The beads clanked against one another as he spun them once in the air before striking her again, once more on her cheeks.

“You have to be punished, my pet,” he said quietly, yet still without emotion.

“Y-y-yes, m’Lord.”

Again the beads swung and a low grunt escaped him as he struck her thighs once more — harder, so much harder than before. Each stroke was intensifying, red marks growing on her backside, and tears began to burn in her clenched eyes.

She stood on her tip-toes, her fingers no longer gripping the rope as tightly, the leather cuffs pushing the flesh of her hands, and she heard the beads clatter softly yet still swaying in his firm grip, then he spoke.

“What else did I tell you?”

“To keep them from falling, Sir.” Her voice cracked at the end and she swallowed, her mouth dry, her skin burning.

“And did you?” This time there was intensity in his tone, something akin to anger, though she knew it was only an echo of her anger at herself for having failed her task.

“No, m’Lord…I am so sorry.”

His free hand gripped her shoulder where he’d placed the beads before, gripped it so tightly that she winced.

“You have given me no choice, slut. You have to be punished — you deserve to be punished. You brought this on yourself. Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yes, Sir,” she stammered.

The beads whistled sharply through the air and again he grunted, one hand gripped like a metal vice on wood, the other wielding the lash as beads shot like pellets of fire on her buttocks, her thighs.

She cried out loudly in pain, knees buckling, leather digging into her wrists, her feet drawing up beneath her, head flung back, then falling quickly onto her chest. She breathed in gulps, her eyes watering.

His fingers tightened even more on her shoulder and somewhere in her mind came the thought that tomorrow there would be a bruise — one reminder of her failure. But then the beads screamed towards her again and she twisted, stretching her legs to find footing safe from this punishment. Yet he held her upper body immobile with one hand, and as her hips rotated in vain the strands struck home, the tips catching the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and again she cried out in pain.

“I…am…s-s-sorry!” she wailed.

“Sorry does not change what you have done. You moved because you were thinking of your cunt, weren’t you, slut?”

She nodded, her arms now too weak to resist the pliant leather threatening to bite into her skin, her chin touching her chest and she exhaled the sound of her tears long past approaching.

The beads whirled and she twisted but too late, and the stinging lash caught her this time on the side of her thigh, his aim careful.

“I am only going to ask you once. Each time you fail to answer me properly only lengthens the time until your pussy will be satisfied. Do you understand me, bitch?”

Some inner sense of righteousness exploded in her mind, and she answered him between clenched teeth, each word enunciated. “Yes. My. Lord.”

The lashes whistled sharply then made contact, solid on the meat of her cheeks. Brutal, such strength behind the blow that this time the tears fell crashing and she swallowed air in gulps

Her emotions whirled within, the sensations of her stinging flesh twisted in the tightness of her jaw and she felt all at once a rebellion against this, yet also some pride in his strength.

And somewhere behind all of these thoughts was a whisper, a reminder, that she was too weak to hold herself steady, and so his fingers dug into her skin.

But the moment of rebellion won out, and as he spoke she pursed her lips tightly and her fingers found the rope and somehow tightened around it once more.

“I asked you not to move, yet you did. I asked you not to let your new whip fall, yet you did. Why is that, whore? Tell me why.”

She was shaking now, and despite her defiant expression, the flood of thoughts fled and were drowned out instantly by his words, and all that was left was the knowledge of why she had failed.

“Because I was aroused, m’Lord.” She said quietly, tears falling, more welling up beneath her eyes, wetting the silken binding.

His breath moved close to her ear, and she flinched as he trailed the beads slowly up her thighs, between her buttocks, pausing there to let them trial back down then pulling them up her spine.

“That’s good, my little slut. I like it when you are aroused.” He paused and she shuddered, sweat gleaming over her naked flesh, red marks unmistakable on her ass and thighs, then continued….

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