How to describe it? It was a typical day. I left my Victorian brownstone at 8:45 am and walked the ten blocks to my office as usual. I am a clinical psychiatrist and a 32 year old unmarried female. I have my own practice specializing in obsessive-compulsive behavior problems. Business is booming among the middle-age yuppie set. I am 32, 5'7" (a bit on the thin side). People say I am attractive, with black hair and blue eyes, I am, at least, unusual. I have good proportions (enough about that) , work out regularly and have turned many a man's eye. My last boyfriend said that I have legs that don't quit. Cute. I am proud of them and wear skirts whenever I can. The fact that I am not married is not for want of trying. I have given up on the dating bar scene. The middle/upper class men I meet all seem to be so full of themselves that there is no room for me. I have some very traditional values left over from my parents. I want to be loved, worshiped and respected. I want the man to care for me. A man should treat me as the great prize I am The men I have dated seem to be more in love with their own reflection in the mirror than anything else. I opened up my second floor office suite at 8:55am and waited for my 9:00am appointment. He was a new client. He didn't say much over the phone about his problem, only that he was referred to me by a local physician. At 9:01am he came into the office. I am seldom impressed with most men at first sight. I know all the types, the intellectuals, the pretty boys, the athletes. This guy took my breath away. He was tall about 6'3", 180-190 pounds, with brown hair with a touch of red in it and green eyes. He was beautifully developed. I could see great biceps and pecs through his dress shirt. His boyish face belied an intelligence and humor that I find very sexy. After the formalities, we went into my main office where I do therapy. He chose a chair instead of the couch. When he sat down he said, "I don't know how to begin... I am confused, I have lost days, weeks and months of my life recently and most importantly, this morning, I woke up wearing a chastity belt." I was more than taken back. "A what?" He said, "a chastity belt that encases my crotch completely. I cannot remove it and don't know what to do." I did know whether to laugh or accuse him of some practical joke instigated by some of my colleagues in the profession. He was not amused by my comments. "This is serious ," he told me. "I need to know what happened to me. I woke up in a hotel room with this damn thing on and a note to go to you for help." I asked him to disrobe (assuring him I am a medical doctor) so I could see the chastity belt. What a buff body. It took all the control I had to refrain from touching it. Muscles in al the right places but not too muscled, more like a well-developed swimmer than a pure body builder. I immediately saw his problem. Around his waist, covering his lower abdomen and genitals was a formfitting stainless steel cover. He could not touch or even see his cock or balls. It looked like one piece of stainless steel, more like tight briefs with leg holes. There was a gap for his anus so he could defecate, but his buns were molded and covered (I like tight buns). There was no lock to be seen, just a smooth seam running down the front. It probably fit together like a clamshell with his genitals in between. Ingenious. I asked him if he could urinate without problem and he said yes. He put his clothes back on and sat back on the chair and asked what to do. I said wouldn't a metal shop or ER be better than a psychiatrist. He said that he talked to a friend who is a machinist who looked at the device and said that it is made too tight fitting to be cut off without physical damage. "It has to lock somehow and I need the key". I told him at as long as he wasn't in pain, not to worry about the belt, we would solve the mystery in time. To just relax and together we would deal with it. You could see the relief in his face. I asked about the note. He gave me a crumpled piece of paper. It said, "You are now locked for life. Any attempt to remove this belt will cause you a great deal of bodily harm." See Dr. Michelle S_____ for help." Curious. Who could be belting men and sending them to me? That seemed to be a bigger mystery than this guy in the chair. Our fifty minutes were up so I made arrangements to see him again in a few days to talk this over and decide on a plan. He was an upper level executive with an international corporation with local offices, so getting away for visits would not be a problem. When I came home that night, I got the mail from my mailbox and brought it into the house. There was one white standard envelope with no stamp or return address, just Dr. Michelle S___ on the envelope. I pulled a slip of paper from the envelope. Written on it were the words, "How do you like your present? Have you guessed yet?" Weird! I had no idea what it meant. But the use of my title (doctor) with my first name rang a bell. It was the same usage as on the slip of paper that my belted patient had. Few have called me that. I prefer the more formal doctor with my last name. In the next few weeks, my belted patient and I got to know each other better. I was right, he was funny and smart and to tell the truth, I as attracted to him more and more. Odd thing, when I enquired about his sex life, he said he was not interested in sexual relations. He never wanted to be belted or have any interest in domination. I enquired further but met a lot of resistance to that line of questioning. I asked about the events just before he woke up belted but he could offer no help at all. With his consent, I hypnotized him trying to probe his subconscious. When he was under, he immediately stiffened and screamed out as in pain. I quickly brought him out of the hypnotic state. He could not explain the why he screamed. Returning home that night, I again, had a letter addressed to Dr. Michelle S____ in my mailbox. This time it was a long one. It started, "Give up? Well I thought you would figure it out, but since you don't seem to be able to I will explain. Do you remember back to your psychiatric residency at the psychiatric hospital for the criminally insane? Do you remember Jill Southern the patient in there for killing her abusive husband? Well I am Jill. You were the only psychiatrist who treated me with respect. The others probed and prodded me like a lab specimen but you alone treated me like a human. I remember our talks about men. I particularly remember joking with you about the perfect man being three feet tall with a twelve inch tongue and could breath through his ears. You said that although you agreed with the tongue part, muscles and the proper attitude were important. I deduced from what you said that the present crop of men did not meet your standards. From our discussions, I deduced what kind of man you were looking for (you were interviewing me, but I was interviewing you). When I got out of the hospital, I moved to your city and began looking for a man that would be a perfect match. It was easy to find the rare material. Then came the hard part. You see, I went to the hospital for killing a man so this time I just wanted to mess with his head. I believe that women must take control from men. Since society won't let you kill them, I decided to train them. You see here my present to you the first prototype of the new man. How did this happen? First you may remember that I tested off the charts on your intelligent tests. I have sufficient resources that I can get and do what I want. And I am now a psychiatric nurse, so I have easy access to the right drugs and equipment. While in the psych hospital, I read all I could on behavior modification, aversion therapy and conditioning. I will not go into all the details, but you should know that I started dating your patient, took him back to my house, drugged him and put him into a virtual reality world of pain and pleasure. He has been conditioned to dislike normal sexual pleasure. I doubt if he could have an erection if the belt were removed. He was strapped to a wooden chair, a VR unit covering his head, sometimes hours, sometimes days in pain, sweat glistening off his buff body as his genitals were tortured endlessly, he learned to serve a woman, that his pleasure is only what is granted by a woman. The hypnotic and psychiatric drugs I used helped mold him permanently. I also used drugs that would make him physical sick when he saw certain sexual images. Sort of an updated Clockwork Orange (only for real). Breasts, vaginal intercourse, beautiful women all turn him off. But I am not an animal. I gave him some pleasure too. Whenever he saw images of a woman being tongued by a man, I gave him pleasure. This is what he has been imprinted to do, make love to a woman's vagina with his tongue. Surgically implanted near his prostate is a little computer chip that can vibrate. With a touch of a button on a controller, you give him an intense orgasm. But I am getting ahead of myself. Your patient has been training, permanently trained to serve. And here is the kicker. He has been conditioned to serve one woman. The first woman who comes to him in a blue silk shirt, black leather skirt slit up the side, wearing black hose and a black garter belt (no panties), telling him to get down on his knees and 'do her' will get him for life. If not you, then someone else. Enclosed you will find the key to his chastity belt. The lock is internal. It is a long flat rod that slips between the belt and your patient's cock (use grease on the rod). With a little fiddling and the enclosed directions to the switch, you can trip the internal lever and free him. Or you can wear that slutty leather skirt and enjoy. Also, enclosed is the little electronic device that emits a signal that activates the pleasure chip in his prostate. How did she know about that leather skirt I bought on a lark and never wore? How did she know I owned a blue silk shirt? Soon it was the day for his next appointment. That morning I took out that black skirt and put it back into my closet a hundred times. Finally, I lied to myself that it would be just an experiment to see if what the letter writer had said was actually true. If I did this I would be violating every tenet of my profession and no better than those disgusting male shrinks who make it with their patients. But I fooled myself. I said that if I got him out of the crazy's clutches I could heal him and release him from his prison of conditioning. When he came into my office, he saw my black skirt and a hiss came out of his lips. I closed the door to the waiting room and asked him to kneel down and 'do me.' He immediately obeyed. I couldn't suppress a smile. This is not the first time I have been made love to this way. Most men lick a woman like they are trying to jerk you off (not knowing a clit is not a cock). You can tell they want to get it over with quickly. They have no technique and don't realize that the vagina and clit are far more sensitive than the penis. Who trained this guy? His tongue lightly feathered my vagina at first. Darting in and out, barely grazing me. He was so precise with his tongue that he could touch the sides of the folds of the lips of my vagina. He was incredible. Ever so slowly he brought me along, alternating between soft and hard, sometimes touching my clit in short rapid bursts, sometimes tonguing me long, hard and slow, bringing me to the point of orgasm and cooling me down again and again and that was just the foreplay. For the main event, he started to circle my clit with his tongue, ever so gently at first then harder and harder. The circles were always at the same speed, kind of slow and never increased in speed for what seemed like hours. His tongue was so skilled it could lift my clit out of it's fleshy home and circle it while keeping it lifted. Finally, I could not stand it anymore and commanded him to finish me. The orgasm itself was more intense than anything I have ever experienced, heightened by the fact that he thrust his tongue into me while I was cumming, thus giving me a great vaginal orgasm. I screamed loud and long and when I finally came back to earth I realized I was holding some of his hair in my hand. Holding his head and pushing it into me, I had inadvertently pulled out some of his hair. I demanded more and was serviced three times before I activated the button to give him pleasure. We have been together for five years, five of the best years of my life. I send him back once a year to have the belt serviced and the conditioning re-enforced. I am a gentle loving mistress who appreciates the gift I have been given. My former patient is content. I correspond with my benefactor and we discuss improvements in the newer models she is working on. Life is good.
DEAR JASMINE, SOLANGE AND DEMETER AND I LOVE THIS STORY, BUT WE DIDN'T WRITE IT.IT'S KIND OF INCOMPLETE, BUT WE HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY IT. LOVE, MILLICENT
MIKEY KEEPS AN APPOINTMENT THE STORY SO FAR: Brothers Ben and Mikey Rattigan play hooky with Shannon Brantley and Shannon's twin brothers, Daire and Hunter. Their widowed mother gets a call from Jack Brantley, father of the Brantley boys, offering to include Ben and Mikey when he spanks his sons that evening. Mr. Brantley is a Pittsburgh police lieutenant, a family friend, and the Rattigan boys' mentor. Before the brothers leave to keep their appointments with their Uncle Jack, their mother reminds them to put on clean underpants - not a good sign for boys about to get their first spankings. Jack Brantley, his wife and three boys, lived in a Brownstone town house on a ridge across the Allegheny River from downtown Pittsburgh. As Ben and Mikey turned up the front walk, a whistle-blast from a tugboat towing a coal barge under the Sixth Street Bridge rent the night air. The boys paused at the door to muster their courage. "Ben," the younger brother said, "can we wait a minute before we go in? I ain't ready." Ben glanced at his TIMEX. "We're already five minutes late," he protested. "I know, but I gotta humongous hard-on, and I'll bet'cha Unc'a Jack's gonna whup us bare-ass. Why else would Mom make us put on clean un'erpants?" Ben knocked on the door. "I have one, too," he confided. "Unc'a Jack's seen our weenies at the YMCA pool millions of times, plus he has three kids of his own, so he knows about boys and boners. Instead of gettin' our bowels in an uproar, why'n't we make a big adventure out of getting our first hidings?" Mikey looked skeptical. "Are you crazy, boy?" he asked, "If I wanted an adventure, I'd go to Disney World." The door opened; Jack Brantley stood in the doorframe, wearing a sweat suit and looking like a college football player, twenty years past his salad days. "Good evening, boys," he said gravely. "You're right on time." The brothers craned up at their mentor with frightened blue eyes. "Hi, Unc'a Jack," Mike blurted; his lower lip trembled as if it were made of Jell-O. "Well, come on in," the lieutenant motioned the boys inside. "You both look a bit peaked. Are you not feeling well?" Mike's nose twitched as it always did when he was about to tell a lie. "I'm okay, sir," he said. "Do you understand that your mom sent you guys to me for old-fashioned, pants-off spankings, Michael?" "Yes, sir, and I ain't exactly lookin' forward to it." "I should think not. I understand that you cut classes today, although your mother specifically forbade you to do so - is that correct?" The culprits shuffled their feet and invoked their Fifth Amendment rights to remain silent. "In that case, let's proceed to the basement and Join Shannon and the twins, who are waiting for us in the Show and Tell Room, the room where spankings are customarily applied to the bare bottoms of misbehaved Brantley boys." Ben thrust out his lip in a sulk. "Is that how were gonna get it, Unc'a Jack - on our naked butts?" he asked. The ex-Marine scratched his chin and said, "You and Michael will be punished the same as my boys, mister, because I want this to be a significant experience for all five of you - not just for the Brantley brats. If not being spanked naked had been among your priorities, you wouldn't have played hooky, would you? You guys both know the way to the basement, so about face and forward march." Mrs. Brantley was washing dinner dishes when her husband marched the Rattigan brothers past the kitchen door. Mikey flashed her his most engagingly boyish smile; she smiled back, but her mouth turned down rather than up. The procession filed down the stairs and stopped before an olive-drab door. Over the lintel a hand-painted cardboard sign bore the legend: SHOW AND TELL ROOM - NO TALKING - BOYS MUST: (1) KNOCK AND ENTER (2) DROP PANTS AND SHORTS (3) BEND OVER Uncle Jack pushed the door open. "This is it," he said. "Keep your chins up and your sphincters shut tight." He propelled Ben into the room with a nudge between the shoulder blades. "Don't drag your dicks, boys." Ben couldn't resist a touch of gallows humor. "I wish I was hung that good," he muttered. Anxiety erections firmed and throbbed in the Rattigan boys' Jockey shorts; their buttocks tingled in anticipation of a strapping. A single fly-speckled bulb dangling from the ceiling by a frayed cord lit the room. An old-fashioned electric clock - reading fifteen minutes past ten - hung on the wall. The three Brantley brothers knelt on the floor, as naked as stewing hens. "Your mother wants your skinny bottoms spanked blue for skipping school," Jack Brantley said to the Rattigans. "And I've spoken with your principal, who asked me to remind you guys that you are due in his office the first thing Monday morning to be paddled. Your bottoms will have the weekend to cool down before you get it again." "Jeezum, Daddy, do we really gotta get it again in school?" Shannon whined. "When Mr. Steadman paddles a kid, he does it just before gym class, so all the guys see the kid's bare ass in the shower." "I expect the deterrent effect of a red-hot fanny on a shower-roomful of naked middle school boys is considerable," the cop said with a tight smile. "You three Brantleys, get to your feet and line up facing me. Ben and Michael, take off your clothes and stand with them." Mikey chewed nervously on a wad of bubble gum. "Can I keep my un'erpants on, Unc'a Jack?" he begged. "I gotta boner - I mean, erection." Shannon rose to his feet, paying scant attention to nearly six inches of rock-hard boycock angling up from his pubis as if his redcap were trying to touch his bellybutton. A lanky fourteen-year-old, he was the oldest of the five hooky players. He had a head of unruly red hair, spatulate ears, and a face that looked as if someone had sprinkled freckles over it with a cayenne pepper shaker. "Nobody's in'erested in your little weenie, Rattigan," he sidemouthed. "Oh, yeah? I got the biggest dick of any boy in sixth grade gym class," Mikey retorted proudly. "Ask Daire and Hunter if there's a kid in the showers with a bigger one than mine." Lt. Brantley heaved a long exasperated sigh. "Michael," he said, "by playing hooky today, you and Ben earned yourselves the same punishment my boys are about to get, so you will take your shorts off like the others. We're all guys here, son. Each of us has a penis, and our penises all get hard. And unless your brother has a Tootsie Roll stashed in his pants pocket, you aren't the only Rattigan boy with an erection. As for Shannon and the twins, as you can see, just a mention of the Show and Tell Room is enough to get their scrotums itchy and their peckers randy. "It's normal to have lead in your pencil under the circumstances, Michael; your penis is hard because you're anticipating a spanking, your imagination is running amuck, and your glands are secreting hormones into your bloodstream to prepare your body for the ordeal. You can thank the male hormone, testosterone, for your erection. Testosterone is secreted by your gonads - the two little round doohickies hanging behind your penis; that's why boys get monster hard-ons while they're waiting to be spanked: They're scared, their 'nads produce testosterone, and their penises rise to the occasion." Resigned to a leathering, Ben pulled off his shirt and and thumbed down his pants and shorts. "Come on, Mike, let's get it over with," he urged his little brother. As mortified as a teenager caught masturbating by his mother, Mikey pulled his T-shirt over his head and slipped out of his pants, grumbling all the while. "Okay," he said, pulling off his undershorts and trying to ignore the erection that popped out like a Jack-in-the-box, "we're 'pantsed and drawered, Unc'a Jack - whadda we do now?" Facing a ragtag file of naked, tumescent boys, Jack Brantley felt like a prisoner in front of a military firing squad, so like rifle barrels were the five anxiety erections pointing straight at him. He took a Marine Corps garrison belt from an armoire and snapped it against his thigh. At the sound, five stark-naked boys stiffened as if a deranged nurse were taking their rectal temps with the pointy end of an Icicle. The belt had been slit lengthwise with a carton cutter to make a Scottish-style boy's tawse with two spanking strips on the business end. Lt. Brantley laid the strap on an Army cot and removed a stethoscope and thermometer from the armoire. He filled a glass jar with rubbing alcohol, took down a Ping-Pong paddle down from its hook, and said to Mikey, "Here, boy, hang onto the Caped Crusader 'til I'm ready for him." Mikey rimpled his face and held the instrument out from his body as if it were a snake. The paddle was painted garish yellow; a Batman decal, intended to appeal to the imaginations of twelve-year-old males, decorated the striking surface. That attended to, the policemen scrutinized the naked, goose-bumpy boys and shook his head. "I don't believe I've ever seen a cockier crew of scalawags," he said. "I am hereby convening a General Court Martial and finding you junior gyrines guilty as hell of playing hooky and disobeying your parents. You're each sentenced to receive twelve hard zingers on the bare bottom. The twins and Mikey will get theirs from the paddle over my lap. After I've finished with them, Shannon and Ben will get the tawse. Have you anything to say before we begin, boys?" Mikey had resolved to take his punishment like a man, but he decided it wouldn't hurt to play on his mentor's sympathies. He put on his most woebegone face and said, "Unc'a Jack, won't'cha listen to our side of the story? Please? We're sorry for what we did." Jack Brantley tousled the boy's hair and tipped back his chin to look squarely into his frightened blue eyes. "You are sorry you were caught, Michael," he scolded. "Believe me, mister, you're about to become a whole lot sorrier." He turned Mikey by the shoulders and listened with his stethoscope to his heart and lungs. "Everything seems in order," he said. "Your heart's pounding hard, but that's because you're scared." He checked the twins' heartbeats; Daire and Hunter were identical 12-year-olds with delicately crafted features and Celtic-blue eyes that reflected all of boyhood's rascality; then, he repeated the procedure on the older boys. "You're all fit as fleas," he pronounced. "First, I'll check your temps - then, I'll get down to serious boyspanking." Ben stooped for a closer look at the tawse; his face was the color of a dead boy on an embalmer's work table. "I'm scared, Unc'a Jack," he admitted with boyish frankness. "You'll do just fine," the cop said gruffly. "You and your brother have cajones to spare in your scrotums, and you're smart enough to learn from your mistakes. What you guys need is someone to crack down on you every damned time you pull a stunt like you did today." The boy brushed an unruly cowlick from his eyes. "It was a dumb thing to do," he admitted, "but I feel better now that I've figured out why we're gettin' it butt-naked instead of through our shorts. You figure we're gonna hate gettin' Bayer Ass Burns so bad we'll quit playing hooky because we know what'll happen if we're caught again." Jack Brantley flexed the strap. "Think of this as a shepherd's staff, Ben," he said. "It keeps boys from straying too far off the straight and narrow path. Knowing the tawse is here in case it's needed should give you and Mike something to think about the next time you're tempted to get into devilment. If you guys agree, I'll have a word with your mother and offer to apply it to your cabooses whenever you overstep the line and need to be set right." Ben winced and mulled over his mentor's offer. "That'ud be cool, Unc'a Jack," he decided. "Me and Mike get away with more stuff than we should. Mom puts us on room restrictions and does the best she can, but we can be little pricks sometimes. She said she wishes some guy would come along and make us behave better." The mentor peered down from his full six-foot-two vantage point and said, "Then, she'll get her wish, because I'm the guy who can do it." "Hey, what about me?" Mikey objected. "Don't I get a say? This concerns my butt, too, ya know." "Of course, Michael; let's hear your thoughts on the matter," the lieutenant said in a gentle voice. The twelve-year-old hung his head and said, "I don't think a boy should get the paddle unless he does something real bad. Sometimes you only have to talk to a kid to make him behave. But other times, when he won't listen, or when he does something serious like shoplifting or stealing from parking meters, you gotta teach him a lesson or he'll keep right on doin' it. That's when he needs a paddling. So I guess me and Ben could use a good spankin' for what we did today, Unc'a Jack." "I guess so, too," the cop said, retrieving the paddle from Mikey. "Are you ready, boy?" Mike's eyes grew large and round. He swallowed hard and asked, "Am I gonna be first, sir?" He was acutely aware of his mentor's rugged maleness. How many times had he laid in bed at night listening to his brother's soft breathing, fingering his penis, and fantasizing about being spanked over-the-knee by Uncle Jack? And how often had he and Ben role played spanking games with one brother assuming the role of a boy with his pants and Jockeys down being spanked by Uncle Jack? Although he didn't fully realize it - and would have denied it had it been pointed out to him, in his own way, Mikey Rattigan was looking forward to a paddling. For ninety seconds - the time needed to apply twelve swats to the naked buttocks of a sixth grade boy - it would be just a crying boy, a big ex-Marine, and the Batman paddle. If a legate from the governor's office had walked through the door at that moment, waving a reprieve, Mikey would have declined it and taken his medicine. The policeman shook down the thermometer, handed it to Mike, and said, "Here - put this in like a good fellow." When Mikey popped it into his mouth, the Brantley boys giggled like seventh graders at a co-ed pajama party. "Dummy, you put it in the wrong end," Daire snickered lewdly. "You just put a rectal thermometer in your mouth, Mikey. I bet it don't taste too good." Mikey spit out the thermometer; his face as wrinkled as an old dried prune. Jack Brantley clapped him on the shoulder. "Take it easy, Mike," he said, "I bought the thermometer today after talking to Mr. Steadman and realizing a boyspanking session is in order this evening. I also dressed the tawse with neat's-foot oil so it'll be supple when I use it on Shannon and Ben. You're in good hands, mister." "Heck, I know that, sir. I'd rather you do it than anyone else - honest." "Thanks for the vote of confidence," the lieutenant said dryly. He sat on the Army cot and beckoned for Mikey to approach. "Mike, you're to put the thermometer where it belongs, then stretch out over my lap," he instructed. "And do try get it in the right hole this time, old son." The culprit's ears reddened, he inserted the thermometer in his anus and sprawled awkwardly over his mentor's lap, aware of the turgid penis sandwiched between his belly and Jack Brantley's sweat pants. "What happens now?" he asked. "Relax, Michael," the cop said soothingly, "it takes three minutes for a temperature reading to register - a hundred-and-eighty seconds. You're to count slowly to a hundred-and-eighty and let me know when it's time for the thermometer to come out and the spanking to begin." The boy craned up at his mentor and pulled an unhappy face. "I ain't in no partic'lar hurry," he said. "And, Mike, you're to get a good grip the iron bar at the foot of the cot and hold on for dear life. Once the paddling starts, if either hand leaves the bar, I'll assume you're reaching back to cover your tail; each time you do that, you'll get an extra swat - so don't do it. Put your hands together, rest your chin on your knuckles, and look straight ahead. Do not twist around to see what's going on behind you." "Should I start counting, now, sir?" "You may begin." Mikey popped his bubble gum, checked his boner, and watched a daddy longlegs crawl up the wall. Outside the window, half-a-dozen pigeons strutted like sentinels on the rim of the window well, coo-cooing contentedly. "One . . . Two . . . Three . . ." "Count to yourself, Michael." Three minutes passed before the boy announced, "It's time, sir. I counted real slow to a hunnert -and-eighty." He felt the thermometer removed from his rectum. "Your temp is right on the button," the policeman said, "ninety-eight point six degrees." "Heck, I coulda tol'ja that," Mikey retorted smugly. Uncle Jack dropped the thermometer into a glass of alcohol and said, "Hunter, you might's well be next. Rinse the thermometer, wipe it, shake it down, put it where the sun don't shine, and count to one hundred-and-eighty." "Eww, Daddy, it's been in Mikey's ass," the twin objected. "That's why you're to rinse it with alcohol and wipe it on cotton batting, dummy. Don't just stand there - do it." "Yes, sir." While Hunter wiped the thermometer and inserted it between his buttocks, his dad turned his attention to the naked pre-teen over his lap. Fear and anticipation reflected in Mikey's eyes. The cop's hand rested gently on the boy's goose-pimply rump. "Relax, son," the lieutenant said, "this is going to hurt you more than it hurts me." "That wasn't funny, Unc'a Jack," Mikey grumbled. "Are you about ready, Mike?" "Yeah - let 'er rip." Mike's molars gritted so hard a rasp of tooth enamel grinding on tooth enamel sent chills coursing along the spines of the boys awaiting their turns. They gaped in rapt fascination at Mikey's freckled ass as the paddle began its downward arc; it landed with a staccato TWACK! that evoked a anguished yowl and a spray of yellow mucous from the victim's nose. Mikey kicked like a billy-goat; a wad of Fleers Double Bubble Gum, the size of a 1" shooter-marble, popped from his mouth and landed on his brother's underpants, laying crumpled on in a corner where Ben had discarded them. Then, Michael Rattigan began to cry. His wails were shrill, heart-rending, and plaintive, but they failed to sway Jack Brantley from his avuncular duty. "It hurts, Unc'a Jack! It hurts!" the lad wailed in a piping soprano. He thrashed and squirmed, but the Batpaddle connected with monotonous regularity, a fresh whack every ten seconds. Early in his ordeal, Mikey's ass blushed pinker than the pecker on a Celtic boy; as the lieutenant settled into a steady rhythm, pink transmuted to rosy red, then to crimson, finally to candy-apple scarlet. The four boys queued up for their spankings exchanged terrified glances; their naked bodies were whiter than spit in a snowbank. Pigeons on the window well fluttered off, fed up with noisy neighbors. Again, the paddle connected with Mikey's freckled behind. He let out an agonized wail and bucked like a mule. For the first time in his twelve-year-long lifetime, Mikey Rattigan ejaculated - on the lieutenant's sweat pants. He'd had a humongous erection since before he and his brother knocked on the Brantley's front door; the sight of the three Brantley boys, waiting naked for their comeuppances, further aroused him. Add the stimulation of an erect penis rubbing Uncle Jack's thigh as he twitched and bucked in pain, and the stage was set for Mikey's spermarche, a pubescent boy's first ejaculation of seminal fluid. Uncle Jack could scarcely have been unaware of what had happened, but Mikey's spanking continued as if nothing was amiss. The punishment lasted two minutes - twelve swats at ten second intervals. The moment it was over, the boy sprang from Lieutenant Brantley's lap, held his incandescent butt, hopped up and down as if he were doing jumping-jacks in gym class. He wailed through tightly clenched teeth; his facial muscles contorted in exquisite agony. His boy-sized cock-and-balls flip-flopped like an airport wind sock on a windy day. Uncle Jack surveyed a saucer-sized stain on his sweat pants and shook his head. "Mikey, boy, it looks to me like you enjoyed that," he said. Mikey clapped his hands protectively over his beleaguered bottom. "N... n... no, sir!" he hollered. "You didn't like it?" "Heck, no - not one bit!" Satisfied, Uncle Jack nodded. "I hope you learned a lesson, Michael," he said. "Yes, sir - I did!" "Don't stand there like a bump one a log, boy, there are towels in the armoire. Hand me one and clean yourself up." The cop skinned his sweat pants down nonchalantly. He had on a BIKE supporter underneath. "Stop staring, Michael. Haven't you seen a man in a jockstrap before? "Hunter, take the thermometer from your rear end and give it to Daire - then, take Mikey's place across my lap."
I've always had a passion for long, hard, cylindrical objects. My favorite piece of machinery is a Pile Driver because it fucks the world with perfect rhythm. When I see one at a construction sight, I sit there mesmerized just listening to the sound as it pounds its pilings into the yielding earth. Once, a few years ago, I dated a man who was a pilot. He flew single engine planes and I loved watching the planes as they took off and landed. I was surprised the first time that I realized how hot I got when a small Leer Jet landed at the Lakefront Airport. Every time Neil and I would go up in a plane we talked about joining the Mile High Club but alas, as a pilot it was too dangerous to attempt while he was flying the plane. So I never had that dream come true. A few years later, I met James. In the course of our getting to know one another, I shared with him that dream I kept in my heart of becoming a member of that exclusive club. We talked a long while about flying and the feelings associated with it, but soon our explorations followed other adventures and I just sort of kept it in my heart and mind hoping someday I would achieve that ambition. My birthday was yesterday. When I awoke, in the morning, James had already run my hot bath and had my clothes lain out on the bed. As he helped me into the tub he hinted as to the adventures of the day. As he bathed me he hinted, "I have a great day planned to celebrate the wonder of you, Ma'am! After breakfast, I'm going to take you to your birthday present." "Take me to my birthday present?" I asked, "You've hidden it somewhere and I must find it?" I chided. "No, Ma'am! It's just that it was too big to bring home so we need to go to it," he smiled. "Oh no, you know I hate to wait! You must tell me what it is now!" I begged. "I'm sorry, Mistress, I cannot do that. You would be angry with me if I told you of your gift before you saw it yourself. This really got my curiosity up and I was anxious to know what it might be. But James held fast and refused to give me even the tiniest of a hint except to say, "It is something you will absolutely love!" Well, this didn't help much because there is little that I don't love. I'm really fairly easy to please when it comes to surprises and gifts. "That's not fair! Tell me!" I exclaimed. He just smiled and shook his head no as he lay my breakfast before me. Then he took his time cleaning the kitchen and dressing me after we ate. I kept bugging him and begging him to at least give me a hint. "No Ma'am, I don't want to spoil the surprise! I already gave you a hint and I can give you no more!" he scolded me for persisting. Finally, I gave in to the fact that there would be no way to convince him to tell me what he had planned. I thought, 'Maybe a blowjob. He hadn't gotten one of those in a long time. Then, nah! It's my birthday not his... he got his present last week.' I decided just to ride the wave until he decided to take to what he had planned. At last, he completed all the chores for the morning and said, "You ready to go?" "Oh yes, more than ready!" I cried and walked out the door he held open for me. He held the door of the truck open and helped me in. The smile on his face never faded. I knew he was up to something really good and I knew it would be something great for me, but in my wildest dreams I never would have guessed. The first part of the drive we didn't say much. Then he turned into the small tarmac that led to the small airport that only accommodated small aircraft. "We have to fly to our destination?" I asked. "Yes, Ma'am, sorta," he said. "Are we flying to New Orleans?" I continued to question him. "No, Ma'am, not today," he said with a sly smile and a sparkle in his eyes. "But we are flying?" I drilled him further. "Yes, Ma'am!" he came back. I smiled and settled for that answer. I loved flying and anywhere would be wonderful to me. James pulled the truck up to a hanger and a man walked out to meet him. They shook hands and talked quietly between themselves. Straining, I heard James ask, "Is it all ready?" "Yes sir, I think it will be all that you hoped it would be," the man in a jumpsuit said. James returned to me and said, "Well, the plane is ready, are you?" "I don't know where are we going?" I asked. "Up!" came his evasive answer. I laughed out loud. "Why are you mysterious today?" "It's your birthday and I just wanted to give you this surprise that I know you will love. Please be patient just a little longer before you crucify me, Ma'am!" he begged. I took a deep breath and let it out. "Okay, but I am getting really anxious here! One last question, are you going to take flying lessons?" "No Ma'am! I'm not that brave and I don't have big enough balls for that!" he smiled and I laughed out loud. Chapter 2 James took my arm and led me into a small office. Four sets of eyes turned and looked at us as we walked in. All of them were male. All of them were gorgeous. I turned to James then glanced once again at the flesh before me. "You didn't, did you?" I said. He pulled his shoulders up to his ears with bent elbows and palms up flat as if to say, I have no idea what you're talking about. The smile on his face betrayed his false claim. "Mistress, this is Marcus, he is a pilot. This is Ryan; he's a navigator. They will be flying the first leg of the trip. Then he turned to the next two men. Pointing to a beautiful black man he said, "That's Ethan he's a pilot and the other guy there is Bill the navigator. We figured they would be able to get us, or you, where you need to go," he smiled and just stared at me. I glanced over the crew and asked, "Gentlemen, can you tell me where we're going?" "Up," they said in unison. I shook my head in disbelief. I turned to James and asked, "How long have you been planning this trip straight up?" He looked at the other men and said, "Oh what do you say guys, three, four weeks?" They shook their heads in agreement. "And what if I don't want to go flying for my birthday?" I smiled rebelliously. "You are too curious to stay on the ground, I can see it in your eyes," James said softly knowing me all too well. Once again, I looked from him to the flyers. Oh they were nice looking and sexy. Ryan was about five-eleven and his sandy blonde hair was short. His green eyes were the color of new grass. His hands were large with perfectly manicured nails. The arms that hung by his side showed he worked out on a regular basis. Marcus was a dark haired god. His smile showed me perfect, white teeth and his brown eyes sparkled as if there were stars shining in them; his jaw was finely chiseled. He appeared to have some Latin in him with his bronzed skin. Ethan's smile was broad and his deep set black eyes showed his wisdom and his eagerness to do all that he could to make sure that I had all I needed. His chest was wide and his hands large. Ethan was definitely comfortable with himself and seemed to be the type of person that made those around him relaxed as well. He was a beautiful black man. Bill was a bit different that then others. He was maybe five-eight with indigo eyes. His face was gentle, kind, and sported a smile that glistened like the stars. He seemed at peace and very graceful. He was not as well built at the others and I felt his strength rested in his mind, not his body. I could just imagine the images running through his thoughts. "Well, gentlemen, it is really nice to meet each and every one of you. I am looking forward to going UP with you," I said. I turned to James and said, "Are you going up with us?" "Yes, Ma'am, I want to see you enjoy my gift to you!" he replied. "So, how large is this plane we're going up in?" I inquired. "It's a six passenger with an area behind the last seat," Bill told me. "So we could conceivably get two more people in the plane. That's not counting the pilot and navigator." "Okay, are we ready to go UP?" I inquired. "Yes ma'am, whenever you're ready so are we!" Ethan said and started out the door. I looked at James and he motioned me to the door with a bow. I nodded my head and stepped out in front of him. Chapter 3 Bill jogged in front of me and caught up with Ethan. He opened the passenger door for us and held his hand out to support me as I climbed the steps, head down so as not to bump my head on the plane. James followed me and as I glanced at the inside of the plane I realized what his gift was. I knew why we were going UP. Behind the six seats that passengers sat in there was a queen-sized mattress. Thus, the reasons there were two pilots and two navigators for this trip was so that while one team flew the plane the other duo piloted me. I liked that idea. I turned to James and kissed him. "You remembered! I can't believe it, but you remembered! Thank you! You couldn't have given me a better birthday present! I could be the oldest woman to ever join the Mile High Club. This is so terrific!" I was in awe and my pussy started filling with thick fluids to prepare me for two of these airmen. I turned to look into the cockpit ('what an appropriate name' I suddenly thought and smiled) "Who wants to be first?" The four of them looked from one to the other then turned to me. Their faces were blank and they looked as if it was my decision. "Okay, I can see that you are going to force me to choose. "Choices, choices, choices! Why do you force me to make these choices?" I asked the population. "It's your birthday, ma'am and we feel you should choose the ones you want to take you to this exotic place you have never been first. Then the rest of us will eventually take you there too," Ethan explained. I glanced at them and looked into their eyes. There was something about Bill that made me want to keep him for last. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but whatever it was, I knew that he would take me where I really wanted to be. "I think I'll have Marcus and Ryan first," I smiled and kneeled down on the mattress. James came to me and helped me out of my light dress. As he pulled it over my head I heard mumbling and approving words of pleasure coming from the guys. "You had better be sure to save some of that stuff for us," Ethan said jokingly as he watched James sit me on his lap, pull back my long hair, kiss my neck and cup my breasts in his hands. Then he and Bill turned and went to the cockpit. "Have you ever seen tits as pretty as these gentlemen?" he asked them. Heads shook back and forth, eyes blank and cocks pressing against fabric eager to experience this new piece of pussy. "Come make my Mistress happy and give her all that you have!" James invited them as he lay me on the makeshift bed. Quickly, Ryan tore off his shirt and unzipped his trousers releasing the ever-growing prick that was pressing against the zipper. And what a beautiful specimen it was. Marcus was the first to touch me. His fingers softly circled the fullness of my tits then his hands covered the entire mound leaving only the nipple exposed. His mouth opened and he bent down licking the nipple. Just as the plane lifted off the ground he bit into the tender flesh and a shot of hot passion traveled to my cunt. James knelt on the edge of the bed watching as the two men ran their hands over my body learning the contours and nuances of this new daughter of Eve they had privilege to explore. I heard purrs of pleasure as their fingers traced the curves of my breast, the folds of my sex and the softness of my belly. I watched as they swiftly tore their shirts and pants off. I licked my lips as the length of their manhood fell from the fabric that had concealed them. Long, full pricks swayed as they knelt back onto the pseudo bed. Licking my lips I reached for the dick between Ryan's legs. It was easily nine-inches with a five-inch girth. The head was a perfect mushroom and felt like satin as I ran my hand over its shape. My tongue flicked out tracing it then pulled it into my mouth. The drop of precum waiting there tasted salty and the sample made my nipples hard. I became conscious of hands on my knees then realized that Ryan was parting them. I relaxed and allowed him to do so. At first all I felt were his fingers tracing the folds of my Libia then there was the sensation of wetness as his tongue snaked its way down my slit then back up to my clit where it danced around my pleasure dome. My nipples became hard and I took a deep breath to still myself. My hands reached between my legs trying to control the excitement that played there and keep it just where I wanted it. Ryan definitely knew what he was doing there. I wanted to enjoy this excitement as long as possible. I managed to place my hands on the sides of his head and place his tongue onto my clit by guiding him there. Once he discovered my female cock he sucked her into his mouth and with the tip of his tongue he excited her causing ripples of fervor to attack my body. My limbs tremble with the hot flashes of excitement that attacked my senses. Then he began to nibble lightly, causing my back to arch and try to push my little she dicklett deeper into his mouth. I felt I would explode if he went much longer. Then it happened, my head came up and my back arched. I had lost all control of my body. My legs jerked, arms flailed, and head tossed from side to side. Pleasures as I had never known nor dreamed were assailing my body. We were just getting started. I managed to pinpoint James in the confusion that was dancing in my head. I reached for him and pulled him toward me. I kissed him hard and whispered. "Thank you baby," as my body was assailed by another wave of delight. The wetness between my pussy lips pulled back and I felt the stiffness of an eager dick press against the door of my runway of delight. Slowly the pressure built as his hips pressed harder against the resistance it found. With persistence he continued to press deeper into the darkness of my hungry love canal until he obtained entrance. When the doors finally opened he fell into the waters of lust and magic occurred. Bright lights danced behind my eyes sending shots of electricity through my entire body. My back arched and my head flailed. I had never felt anything as exciting as this man's prick fucking my yielding cunt. He slammed his manhood deep inside of me and with each collision fire and ice ran through my body. I cried out in a sound that was not human. James quickly came to my side. He bent next to my ear and whispered, "Mistress, are your okay? Do you want this to stop?" I pushed him away. My mind reeled and my body reached for Ryan's. I sucked hard on Marcus's cock like a baby bottle and he exploded in my mouth. The thick fluid so thick that it overflowed my lips ran down my chin and James lapped it up. As his rod slipped from my lips, James took over cleaning more of the tacky cum from my chin and neck. My hair was even matted with the thick fluids of copulation. And there was a subtle smell of his seed as it caked on my skin. Marcus lay beside me trying to catch his breath and watched Ryan as his pole slid in and out of my fuckhole. He reached over and pinched my clit as it stood tall crying for attention. Upon contact my body jerked and lightening flashed between my legs and before my eyes. "Oh GAUD!" I cried out as my head pulled off the pillow and my legs jerked towards Ryan's back. My tits became rocks and my nipples transformed into hard domes. James scampered behind Ryan and sucked his tight balls into his mouth. Ryan hesitated for a short instance then resumed his perfect rhythm. With James sucking his sac, Ryan's cock seemed to penetrate my cunt deeper and with more power. Then his body tensed and he looked into my eyes with pleasure in his. He lifted his hips high over me and came down one last time. As his staff plummeted deep within me, he spewed his seed deep within my garden of delight. "Augggggggggg!" he wailed as his head arched up toward the heavens. His weight fell on me and my arms encircled his head, which landed on my heaving breast. Our breath came in unison as we tried desperately to fill our lungs and calm the wild beating of our hearts. Lifting his head he breathed, "That was fuckin' fantastic!" I shook my head in agreement and kissed him still trying to suck air into my lungs. Then I turned to Marcus. "You have great tasting cum! I'll suck you anytime you want!" "Great, but now that I'm rested I want to feel that tight ass over this dick of mine," he smiled. Chapter 3 James had just finished cleaning me up. He looked at me for confirmation and when I shook my head he helped me turn over and pulled my hips off the mattress. He reached into his pocket and pulled out lubricant and a condom. He handed the condom to Marcus and poured the cold liquid over my ass and it ran down my butt to my pussy. Ryan took his place in front of me. He was stroking his cock and already precum was surfacing on its tip. I licked my lips in anticipation of his size in my mouth. Then I flicked out my tongue and tasted the drop of precum that glistened there. "Mmmmmm, too good!" I whispered. Then lapped at its head once again. I felt the pressure as Marcus attempted to fill my butt hole with his size. He was at least eight and a half inches with a girth of about five. Oh what a nice thick dick to fill my bottom. It burned as he forced his way in. I felt the fire of little tears as he burrowed deeper and deeper. James squirted lubricant for the length of his tool to insure that I wasn't hurt too badly. Once he was in, Marcus placed his hands on my hips and gently moved his in and out to adjust the fit. I heard him fill his lungs and release the air. Then once again he breathed in and let it out. "This is really nice," he sighed. " I could be happy here." Everyone laughed and James said, "Well, we might be able to work something out. Don't you think Mistress?" "Hmmm, there could be a possibility," I answered and pressed my hips back toward Marcus. "Oh gaud, this is just too good. I gotta take this slowly or I'll blow my load in the first five minutes. Don't make any moves that are unexpected, please!" he pleaded. I giggled. "No, NO! Please don't giggle; I'm serious. This is just too good," Marcus begged. James and Ryan laughed; I bit my lip so that I wouldn't. "I have never felt anything so nice in my life. I swear this is just beautiful." He whispered as he slid his prick slowly and cautiously in and out of my ass. With each thrust he whispered, "yes, oh yes, ohhhhh gaud!" Ryan's dick snaked down my throat with each inward thrust of Marcus's dick into my butt. Each time he pulled it to my lips my tongue wrapped around its smooth plumb shaped head. Then he would push it deep into my throat and do what I could only describe as mini fucks in my esophagus. It was rather exhilarating. He would then pull all the way to my lips and then, with his hands holding tight to my head force me once again to deep throat him. The two of them worked in unison giving me pleasure after pleasure as they received euphoria from by body. I felt Marcus pull almost all the way out. He paused his head just inside me and his fingers squeezed tightly the fleshy mound between his hands; his nails dug deeply causing me a strangely pleasing pain. Taking a deep breath, Marcus held me steady as he assailed my ass with a thrust that seemed to push him against the thin membrane that separated my ass from my pussy. I felt it was going to rip. But when he hit his head felt as if it rebounded and as it did, I felt the warm stream of his seed splash against the walls of my ass then flow over my butt and down my legs. Then I felt the warmth of James' tongue as he quickly reacted and started lapping the flowing cum off my legs. Marcus slipped out of the strangle hold my ass had on is manhood and fell to the sheets. I heard his breathing and his hand ran the length of my thigh playing in the sticky fluid that was running out of my butt. "I love you!" he declared, "Will you marry me?" "Sorry, I'm not into that, but you can fuck me anytime you want," I assured him. "Thank you, I'll definitely take you up on that!" he breathed heavily with a smile on his face. I wish I could fall asleep right now." "Don't you dare," James directed, "it's your job to fly us back, remember!" "Yeah, man, don't panic!" he said and rolled off the bed. James cleaned up my butt and legs giving me more pleasure. Then he crawled back to Ryan who was also close to spilling his sperm down my throat. His motions had slowed just enough to help him control his explosion. "Yeah, oh yeah; that's so good. Suck my cock baby. Drink my pleasure juice!" You love this don't you?" he asked rhetorically. I answered by pulling him deeper into my throat. "Oh yeah, do it baby. Suck me in. Make love to my snake!" he cried as his fuzzy pubic hair tickled my nose and he thrust his hips into my face. One last thrust and his body went stiff, as he held tight to my head. Two quick jerks and he emptied his hose down my throat. I swallowed as quickly as possible but there was so much that I began to choke. Some of his seed escaped my mouth and ran down my neck finding my tits. Ryan fell backwards. His knees jerked and his balls pulled tight to his body. He lay there with his legs splayed wide. Yellow cum still pumped from his dick like a water fountain. His chest rose and fell as he sucked in as much air as he possibly could. James covered the fountain drinking up the thick nourishment that Ryan provided. I saw him lick his lips three times as consumed the tasty fluid. Ryan pinched my nipples as James cleaned him up. "You are not going to tell me you can handle more are you? I am exhausted and I don't see how you can go on." Chapter 4 I only smiled. I turned over on my belly and lay my head on my arms. I had no idea how long we had been flying. I was now a member of the Mile High Club and I still had two other lovers to please me. I watched as Ryan and Marcus dressed. Rolling over, I found my clit and started massaging it. Ribbons of warmth snaked up my belly and down through my legs to my toes. I felt a wetness travel from my pussy entrance to my clit. I looked up and there was Marcus tasting me one last time. Then his lips covered mine his tongue plunged into my mouth and I tasted the combination of his juices and mine. "I've been bringing couples up here for three years and this is the first time I've joined the club. You were great! Thanks for the pleasure!" he said. I just smiled. His mouth covered mine and his tongue darted toward my throat. I felt his thumb and forefinger pinch the hard nipple there, just before he rolled off the bed. James and I watched as they entered the cockpit and the other two pussy pleasers emerged about ten minutes later. They had smiles on their faces. "Well, how has your birthday been so far?" James asked. 'Magnificent! Thank you for being so thoughtful and caring." "Good, I'm glad that it's been good for you!" he smiled and licked his lips. "Mmmm, it's been good for me too. My little dicklett can barely stand the excitement. "Great, I'm glad that it's been god for you and we're here to make it even better! Ethan greeted us with is deep voice. Ethan looked like an African god as he strolled down the narrow hall toward us. His dark skin was smooth and unblemished. His smile bright and his eyes flashed as if lightening were flickering in them. "I certainly thank you for that, too! But I'll be the judge if you don't mind?" "Yes ma'am, I would never presume to dictate your pleasure, only provide it the best that I can," he spoke softly and apologetically. Believe me, I'm sure you will be able to give me much pleasure," I smiled. "Yes ma'am that is my goal!" his smile sparkled. "Would you like to play too, Bill? I've been watching you and am very anxious to find out what kind of lover you will are. I have a feeling you are a very giving man." Bill was calm and he had a broad smile on his face. He appeared confident and ready to do what he must to make sure that this was the type of experience that I was expecting and hoping for. "Well, ma'am, I hope that I will make you happy. I plan to do my best to give you what you might enjoy. If there's something special just let me know and if it's doable, then I'll give it my best shot." His mile brightened and he licked his lips. "Thank you, Bill; I appreciate your candor." He nodded his head and the two of them began undressing. They looked up and realized that James was also watching them strip. Four eyes appealed to me. "It's okay; James always likes to watch. He hired you guys to please me and he also helps with the cleanup afterwards. I hope you'll be comfortable with that." I tried to calm them. Finally, they stripped down to their skin. Ethan was a mammoth of a man. Clothed, I could tell he was large, but his body was like a well chiseled sculpture. All the muscles were in the right places and his stomach was a washboard. Bill was also well defined, but not as tight. His legs were those of a runner. He had strong muscles and perfectly sculptured contours. My juices started flowing. I wanted to feel their hands, tongues and mouths on my body. "Well boys, are you ready to play?" James asked. Their heads bobbed up and down. "Well, come on; I'm anxious to see what you've got to give me. "Please, come make me feel wonderful!" I invited. Ethan knelt before me. His dark dong swung back and forth between his legs. "I'd like to kiss you if it's all right ma'am." "Yes, I would like that," I whispered and leaned toward him. His large hand caught my cheek and chin as he leaned toward me. His mouth covered mine and his tongue found its way deep into my throat. "Mmmmm, you taste good, ma'am and you smell good too! You're skin is so soft." A rose color touched his high cheekbones. "Thank you, Ethan; I like the way you kissed me." "What would please you, ma'am." Bill asked. "Show me what you do best; I'm sure I'll enjoy it." He reached over and ran his hand under my hair lifting it off my neck. His lips brushed my shoulder and I felt his warm breath on my back. His lips drew a map on my back from my shoulders to the lowest tip of my spine. Then his fingers slowly skated back up my backbone. With each movement of his hand, his lips sealed the spot he had touched. An excited chill tickled my clit and my hair touched his face. He slid lower and at the arch of my back, his tongue drew circles over the top of my buttocks. The sensations were nearly indescribable. My nipples, even though not yet touched were erect and aching for more. Ethan knelt before me. His tongue traced m mounds and his mouth sucked them in one at a time. The warmth of his mouth was as the sun at noon shining down on me. I was experiencing sensations, until now, that were completely foreign to me. I la back and let them please me, as I was sure no other man could or would. James' face was aglow as he watched them pleasure me. I could tell he wanted to join in and he would have complimented their touch. He, however, chose to stay back and watch in awe as these two men bestowed upon me euphoria as I have never before nor since experienced. "Ma'am, may I have sex with you?" Ethan asked softly. "Please do, I know it will be like heaven." His black cock stood up like a flagpole. Its head a deep purple and its shaft throbbing. His balls were heavy and surely filled with sweet cum. James and I both licked our lips. It was a beautiful cock and I couldn't wait for it to find its way into my hungry pussy. "How would you like me to fuck you, Ma'am?" "Doggie style sounds good to me. Have you done doggie style before?" "Yes, Ma'am, once; I liked it because I could go longer that way. I would like to fuck you from behind. You have good hips to hold onto." James helped me get on all fours and then invited Ethan to kneel behind me. He handed him some lubricant. He took the bottle and sprayed glycerin over the thick head of his dick. A smile crossed his face and he licked his lips. "Mmmm" I know this is going to be really good. Look at that tight little pussy and my cock is going to explode really quickly in that tight little piece! Ma'am, you're a dream come true." "So are you, Ethan; you're making my life long dream a reality for me." "Believe me Ma'am; you are for me, too. Then I felt the fire as his plum shaped head forced its way deep into my love canal. "Ohhhhhh!" I cried as the tears leaked from my eyes and the pleasure-pain flowed through me hot and strong. His rhythm musical as the thick shaft stretched my cunt like it was rubber. Moisture dripped from my eyes and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. The pain and pleasure merged to calm me and my body began to respond to the large member that filled my love box. When he pulled back, my body followed to hold onto his masterful member. Bill had been watching all along. He hadn't said much but his cock had grown and was bouncing up and down as he knelt beside me. "Come here, Bill! I want to taste that sucker you have there. It is trying so hard to reach me but from that distance, it never will." I licked my lips and he crawled toward me. His prick was beautifully shaped. The head was heart shaped and rosy. It dangled just outside my reach. "Please Bill; will you place it in my mouth? It's a little hard for me to reach for it in this position." He smiled a little smugly. I pouted. He got to his knees and crawled towards me, dick in hand. "Is this what you want?" It's not as big as the one in your pussy. Are you sure you want it?" I shook my head vehemently, "Please, I want to suck you off. I want to taste you seed and lick that perfect head of yours!" "Hmmmm, well let's see what you've got," he held the valentine shaped head to my lips and I flicked my tongue towards its hole. He sighed noticeably as his hips plunged forward. I saw a look of pleasure on his face. I licked at its head as a drop of precum seeped out. Then I swallowed its length and felt it hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed and its wings tickled my throat. "Oh baby, that's it! Suck it deep for me! Yeah, that's right baby; do it! Do it the way I like it; deep and tight!" His hips pressed tight to my face as my head bobbed forward and back taking as much as I could without gagging on his length. His hands steadied my head and his hips began controlling the depth he went into my throat. He was growing longer in my mouth and deeper into my throat. Tears filled my eyes and my nose began to run. His pubic hairs tickled my nose with each downward shove. Then as he pulled back to ram me again I took a deep breath of air. He rammed my face sever times before his balls tightened and I felt the pumping of his dick just before his hot cum exploded into my mouth. Simultaneously, Ethan exploded in my pussy and my body shook vehemently with pleasure. Hot fluids filled both my ass and my mouth. James crawled under me to catch the dripping cum from Ethan's Shlong. He missed the overflow of Bill's. My body shook with pleasure as I felt it run down my chin warm and soothing. Bill's body shook with the release of his seed and he lost his balance and fell onto the mat. Ethan's weight pressed me to the mat with James under me. I began to laugh and they followed me to the mat. James barely escaped the tragedy. "We'll be landing in about ten minutes guys, so you had better start getting decent!" squawked the message from the cockpit. I turned and kissed Ethan hard on the lips. His tongue responded in kind. Bill knelt in front of me and I kissed him. My tongue probed deep in his mouth. When he released me, I said, "You tasted good. Orange juice right?" His cheeks turned red and his head bounced up and down. "I liked." "So did I!" James sat up and held out his hand. They both shook it and then they kissed me passionately. "You are the best we've ever had," Ethan said. "Yes, I can't remember ever playing; only flying and wishing I could be doing this. You made my birthday very special and I will always remember this day. It was the best birthday I have ever had. And you guys are really good bulls. When we landed, I kissed all four of them good-bye. James shook hands and gave them our phone number; "Just in case you want to visit!" he told them. "We'll miss you, Ma'am!" "I'll miss you too. It was wonderful!
My wife and I love Christmas, but each Christmas has been different since we got into male chastity and female domination. Now my wife uses my stored-up sexual energy to do all types of interesting and bizarre things. This year, we were wrapping presents, and she got that evil smirk on her face and began to giggle. I thought to myself, "what am I in for now?" "Honey," she said, "I'm tired of the old artificial tree we use every year. I want a live one." I thought she meant a real one that was recently cut from the forest. Wrong again. She giggled some more and stated that this year I would be the Christmas tree. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I knew that it wasn't going to be comfortable or fun, at least not for me. Of course, my fun and comfort are of absolutely no concern to her, whatsoever. She sweetly stated that I would strip off all clothes, except for the chastity belt, which has been locked on since Labor Day, and prepare to become a human tree. Since she is rich and I have nothing else to do but her bidding, and since my lack of orgasm since Labor Day was dictating whatever she asked, I was pretty much without choice in the matter. I would become her human Christmas tree. You might wander how this would work. Well, here's the story. For the two weeks prior to this year's Christmas, I am to awake at 6:00 A.M., prepare breakfast for her and serve it in bed, and then await further instructions. When she is finished breakfast, she summons me to retrieve the dishes, wash and clean them, and then use the restroom - very important. After that, I am to stand at attention in the center of the main foyer, where last year's tree was located. She put me in green and red leotards, and She put my feet in a pair of locking red 4 inch heels, with pretty Christmas straps (my whole body is cleanly shaven as a matter of regular routine, and my toe and fingernails are painted bright red for Christmas). Then, she put on me a short, sexy mini-tree skirt. My breasts were pierced, so red ball ornaments were placed through each nipple. Additionally, each ear was pierced, so a red ball ornament was placed in each earring hole. My nipples were protruding through a hole for each in the silk red top of the ensemble. It had red and green fur around it, and I was tied from head to toe with beautiful tinsel garlin. Bows were placed all over my body, and a giant bow was placed in my femininely prepared hair. Of course, I had bright christmas-type make-up on and the bright red ball gag ornament in my mouth. And don't forget the jingle bells, which were sewed all over my outfit. This was a sort of security system to keep me still and in position. Don't forget the lights either, which were very, very hot against my skin - she used outdoor lights, which were sheer torture. My wife made me be this human Christmas tree 12 hours a day, without a break, for the 14 days prior to Christmas. Sometimes she would invite a few friends over, and sometimes she would have big parties. Other times she would just spend the evening cuddled - up to the fireplace, reading a book, admiring the beautiful tree she made of me. My job was to stand at attention, smile pretty, and allow anyone to do whatever he/she wished regarding my body. Day in and out, the task became very tiring, but I knew that I must obey. I concentrated heavily and got through the ordeal. On Christmas day, I was released from the chastity belt and brought close to orgasm several times while tied spread-eagled to her bed. She tickled and teased me for three hours, almost driving completely insane. Then she brought me very close to orgasm one last time before deciding for me to wait until the new millennium. She used ice to reduce the hardening, and then placed my little man into his prison. She then untied me and told me that she definitely would give me release at the beginning of the new millennium. It's New year's eve 2000, and I'm tied to the bed, spread-eagled, with a penis gag in my mouth, blindfold on my eyes, and no chastity belt on me. I know my time is close. It has been since labor day. She starts fiercely giving me a blow-job, alternating with an intense hand job. Five, Four, Three, Two, One.. Happy New Year.... wait why did you stop. She sweetly nibbled on my ear, stroked me a few more times, and then, while she continued to gently stroke me and kiss my ear, she said "I promised your release would be given at the beginning of the millennium. With desperation, I sad, "it's here!" She gave me another couple of blow job strokes and then, with my penis tip being swirled with her long, sexy tongue, she sweetly looked into my eyes and said, "The millennium starts January 01, 2001." She locked the belt back on, placed the penis ball gag in my mouth, and then turned off the light and went to sleep. How could I have fell for that? How could I make it another year? How was that fair? I hope she doesn't find this letter, or she will answer these questions in a manner to which I would find great displeasure and pain.
Missy was the hottest thing Larry had ever seen. Just 19 years old, she stood nearly six feet tall, a trait inherited from dad's side of the family. Her long tone legs were swallowed up by a spectacularly firm round ass. Her smooth flat stomach gave way to a perfect set of D cup tits (a gift from mom's genes) that she loved to show off. As Larry knelt in front of her begging to lick her sweet shaven pussy, he thought back to how he had gotten to this situation. Larry met Missy's mom, Claire, at a wedding reception of a mutual friend. A typical 38 year old divorcee, she lacked confidence in her appearance. Her husband had not complimented her on her looks for many years, and when he left her for a younger, hotter woman, she began to believe she was not desirable. She was attractive, but not stunning. She stood 5' 5" and carried a few extra pounds. Her butt was round and her legs just a tad thicker than she wanted them. However, her stomach was pretty flat and of course her tits were what caught everyone's attention, including Larry's. Claire found Larry attractive and his personality engrossing. They spent most of the reception talking and flirting. Larry took advantage of her insecurities, telling her how stupid her ex-husband must have been to let her go and complimenting her on her looks and smarts. Claire ate it up. She hadn't felt this good about herself since she was a teenager. When it was time to leave, Larry offered to walk her to her car. When they arrived at her car, Larry was blown away. She owned a convertible Porsche 911 turbo. "Nice car." He said. "Thanks, it was present from my ex, but he doesn't know it. It was the one thing I bought with the divorce settlement." She told him. They said their good-byes, and Larry could see the lust in her eyes, but played it off and began to walk away. He chuckled inside when Claire called him back. "Wouldn't you like my phone number?" she asked. "Yea, sure, I guess." He replied as he approached her again. Claire reached out and grabbed his face and pulled it to hers, kissing him passionately. Larry returned her kiss just as aggressively. His hands immediately began roaming her body. First he reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands. Then leaving one there, he found one of her tits and mashed it in his other hand. Claire moaned her consent and they continued to attack each other for several minutes in the wide open space of the parking structure. Larry reached down and began to slide his hand up under her short dress. When he reached her panties, he could feel the warm moisture of her pussy on them. He rubbed her clit through the material. Claire lifted her leg and rested her heel covered foot on the car next to hers to give him better access. Larry's cock was hard as a rock by now, and he welcomed the feeling when Claire reached down and grabbed it through his dress pants. Soon the two were rubbing each other's sex hard and fast. Claire was so hot she wanted to him to take her right there on the hood of her car. However, she had a reputation to think about. If someone she knew were to see her, she would be ashamed. She stopped kissing him long enough to suggest they go to her place. Larry turned to go to his car, but then Claire jingled her keys and suggested he drive hers. Larry was in heaven. He opened the passenger side for her and raced around the car and jumped in the driver's seat. He backed it out and headed for the street. She told him to get on the freeway and head east. He entered the freeway and was just about to see what the turbo could do, when Claire reached across the car and unzipped his fly. She reached in and pulled out his stiff member and began to stroke it. He reached across to grab a tit. Before he could reach it, she dropped down and swallowed his cock. She began to give him a great blow job. His cock was so hard it ached. He was not sure if it was the blow job or the situation that was turning him on so much, but whatever it was, he didn't mind it. Claire licked his cock up and down. She sucked in the head and stroked it with her hand. Then, she dropped all the way down until he could feel the back of her throat with his cock head. Larry leaned back and enjoyed the ride. Looking down he watched as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. Claire was really getting into it. She moaned as she sucked and soon she was lost in her task. She could feel Larry begin to tighten his muscles. She stopped sucking and looked him right in the eye. "I want you to cum in my mouth." She told him. Then she dropped back down, taking him all in until his pubic hair tickled her nose. One more stroke was all it took. Larry exploded in her mouth with a loud grunt. Claire swallowed every drop. Larry moaned and groaned as each spurt escaped his cock and filled her mouth. When she was finished, she sat up and tucked his shrinking unit back into his pants. They arrived at her house soon after and didn't even get in the door before resuming their sexual activities. The porch was dark when they got to the front door; Claire took the keys from Larry and tried to open the front door. Before she could get the key in the lock, Larry reached around her from behind and grabbed both of her tits and squeezed them hard. Claire let out a gasp of surprise. His palms could feel her hard nipples through her blouse and bra as he molested her full breasts. She stopped her feeble effort to unlock the door. She dropped her purse and keys, and leaned against the locked door with her hands. Larry continued to molest her tits. Feeling for her nipples, he pinched them several times. Each time he tormented them, she let out a small squeal. Then Larry began to unbutton her blouse right there on the porch. Claire wanted to stop him so she could take him inside, but the lust in her body forbid her from making him stop. She just stood there as he opened her blouse and pulled her tits out of her bra. Grabbing her bare breasts Larry again found her nipples. As he pinched and teased her nipples, he began to speak to her. "You like it when I play with you big tits?" he asked her. "Yes!" she gasped. "Am I getting you all hot?" he said. "Yes!" came her reply. "You know what I am going to do?" He asked. Claire just stood there silent taking in all the stimulation he was providing. "I am going to fuck you right here on your front porch for all your neighbors to see. Would you like that?" "Yes!" Claire moaned, not believing that replied had come from her mouth. Letting go of her heaving chest, Larry reached down and lifted her dress over her hips. He pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them. The cool night air hit her steaming sex and sent a chill threw her. Larry pulled at her hips and she backed up a bit. She now stood with her hands on the front door, her ass sticking out and her legs spread, like a criminal about to be frisked. Larry unbuckled his pants and dropped them to his ankles. His hard cock jutted out from his groin hard as could be. He grabbed it and placed it at her dripping hole. He slowly pushed it in until his pelvis reached her ass. Claire moaned her approval, and Larry began to pump it in and out of her. "Oh my!" she gasped as he picked up his pace. "You feel so good." "You like my hard cock in your wet pussy?" Larry inquired. The provocative talk was really affecting her. She couldn't remember being this hot since before her husband. "Oh yes, Fuck me harder!" she demanded. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She was no prude, but here she was; standing on her porch with some man's cock she had only met hours ago buried in her horny pussy, telling him to fuck her harder. It was a good thing she had forgotten to turn on the light when she left. The situation was very stimulating. "Fuck me, Fuck me hard. Make me cum!" she said out of breath. She could feel the orgasm building. Larry's pace was fast and furious by this point. He had a hold of her hips and was pounding her pussy vigorously. Claire bit her lip as the orgasm reached her pussy, as not to scream from the pleasure. Waves of euphoria washed over her as Larry continued his assault on her dripping cunt. When her orgasm had subsided, she begged Larry to stop. Pulling his slick cock from her, he stood behind her as she grabbed her keys and purse and opened the door. He pulled his pants up enough so he could walk, and she led him to the bedroom. They both got undressed and got into bed. Lying on her back, she invited Larry to continue where he left off. "Come over here and fill me with that hard cock." She told him. Larry moved between her legs and entered her again. He quickly resumed his pace and as he fucked her he watched as her tits jiggled back and forth. He lowered his head and bit her nipple as he fucked her to another orgasm. After she had come down from her climax, he looked at her and spoke, "I want to fuck your big gorgeous tits." He straddled her chest and she wrapped her large mammories around his slick pole. He immediately began to fuck her chest hard and fast. She looked down and watched as his cock appeared from her tit flesh and then disappeared. She was so hot. This man was making her feel sexier than she had felt in a very long time, and she wanted it to continue forever. He reached orgasm quickly and as he announced his orgasm, Claire grabbed his cock with her hands and pumped the remainder of his cum all over her chest. They collapsed into a deep sleep that lasted until morning. When they woke up, they fucked twice more before going to breakfast. That was about a year ago. The two began to date, and Claire was so taken by how hot Larry could get her, that she began to feel she loved him. Four months later when Larry lost his job, Claire suggested he move in. Larry was not the most ambitious guy and saw it as a way to take it easy. Claire had gotten a pretty nice divorce settlement and along with her good paying job, she had the means to take care of Larry, and he was all too happy to let her. The trouble began about two months after he moved in. Missy had been living with her dad in another state until then. When his constraints became too much, she asked Claire if she could come live with her and attend college nearby. Claire agreed, and Larry never knew how bad that would be. The moment she walked in the door, Larry was smitten. She was gorgeous. Her face, her body, and the confidence in the way she conducted herself, made his cock hard every time he saw her. Not wanting to blow his free ride, Larry controlled himself. However, it became increasingly hard to do as the weeks went by. Missy would run around the house in barely any clothes, her unrestrained tits bouncing to and fro. Her G-strings didn't do anything to cover her perfect pear shaped ass. Many times Claire scolded her for prancing about like that, but Missy just ignored her. She could see the affect she was having on Larry, and she liked teasing him. More than once, Larry had imagined Claire was Missy as he fucked her hard. Claire was so caught up in her own pleasures to notice anything. Larry became kinkier and kinkier as his lust for Missy grew, taking his frustration out on Claire. He would make Claire beg him to fuck her, imagining it was Missy begging him. He would tie up Claire face down on the bed so he could dream of Missy as he fucked her from behind. Claire just thought it was his way of keeping things interesting. She found all of it very stimulating. He was taking her to new heights sexually. She just went along with all of it. During one of those tied-up sessions, Larry got so hot he pulled his cock from her pussy. "I'm going to fuck you big round ass." He told her. Without warning, he drove it deep into Claire's ass. She screamed a protest at first, but as with everything new Larry introduced, she found it to be stimulating, and quickly grew to like it. By the time she came, she was screaming for more, "Fuck my ass. Fuck it harder." She begged. Larry was totally dominating Claire in the bedroom, and Claire was really enjoying it. Everything was going well, until one day when Claire had gone to work and Larry was sitting at the kitchen table drinking his coffee. Missy came in the kitchen dressed in nothing but a tight, t-shirt that barely covered her ass. Her tits strained against the material and her nipples were visibly hard. Claire and Larry had had a rather loud and nasty fuck session the night before, believing they were alone because Missy had gone out with her friends. Larry was fucking Claire hard and once again thinking of Missy because she looked hot when she left. Larry had taken Claire to their room and fucked her silly making her beg and scream the whole time. However, Missy had come home early and heard most of the activities. She walked to their bedroom door and watched as Larry took her mother like an animal. Missy walked to the cupboard and bent over to get a pot out. Larry watched as the t-shirt rose up and exposed her bare ass and pussy. Standing up, she looked at Larry and said, "Wow, you and my mom were really going at it last night." "You heard that huh?" he replied feeling confident. "Yea, I could hear her telling you to fuck her harder in the ass." Missy said. "Didn't know mom had that in her." "There are probably a lot of things about your mom you don't know." He told her. "Oh yea, like what?" she said as she leaned against the counter in a seductive little pose. "I can't discuss that with you." He told her. "Why not?" she retorted. "It made me all hot last night watching you two." "Watching?" He said, surprised at her response. "Yea, your door was open so I sneaked a peak." She told him. Larry could hold out no more. He saw his opportunity and seized it. "Well, let's see............" Larry said mischievously. "She can suck a cock like no one I ever met." Missy looked right at Larry and replied, "Well you know what they say?............Like mother like daughter." Then she winked at him. Feeling the sexual gamesmanship growing, Larry instantly returned with, "And she swallows." "And?" Missy said with a naughty look in her eye. "Like I said, like mother like daughter. Figuring he could stop her in her tracks; Larry coyly pulled his growing cock from pants and said, "Show me." Missy immediately walked toward him and dropped between his legs and sucked his cock into her mouth. Stunned, Larry didn't know what to do, so like any man would do, he just sat back and watched as the sexiest girl he had ever met sucked his cock like no one had ever done. She was an expert. She put Claire to shame. She sucked and stroked and slurped his manhood and he just sat there and watched. She swallowed his cock better than Claire, and really seemed to like it more too. Larry watched as her head bobbed up and down. He grabbed her head and began to guide her as he did with Claire. Missy let him do as he wished. After she had him fully aroused, Missy pulled away and removed her top. Larry just gazed at the most perfect tits he had ever seen. He didn't know how to act when she shuffled those beauties up to his cock and placed it between them. Slowly she started to move up and down on his shaft with her tits surrounding it. Larry didn't want this feeling to end. However, the situation was too much. It didn't take him long before he was ready to cum. "I'm going to cum." He told her. Missy grabbed his rod and shoved it down her throat. He exploded in an incredible orgasm, spilling his seed down her throat as she swallowed all of it. Feeling confident about the situation, Larry stood her up and said, "Let's go fuck." Missy dismissed him and said, "Not today, tomorrow, after mom goes to work, come see me in my room. Then she licked her lips and walked away. Larry just sat there bewildered. He couldn't believe his luck. He was going to fuck the sweetest piece of ass he had ever seen, all he had to do was keep his mouth shut and wait 'til morning. Larry couldn't sleep all night. He just kept thinking how he was going to pound that fine young ass the next morning. Several times, it took all his will power not to attack Claire and fuck her silly because he was so horny. In the morning he kept his routine as normal. He got up when Claire did, brought her coffee and waited for her to leave. He was sitting on the bed with a raging hard-on when Claire came out of the bathroom. She was wearing nothing but her panties and bra. Suddenly, Claire's body didn't seem to turn him on as much. All he could think about, was hot tight and perfect Missy's body was. Larry was so horny thinking about Missy, that he had to do something. When Claire walked to the closet to get dressed, he walked up behind her and reached around d to cup her full breasts. He lifted them and began to massage them. Her nipples became hard and he teased them with his palms. "Larry quit, I will be late for work." Claire said playfully. Larry ignored her and ran one hand down to her panty covered pussy. The warmth of her arousal was imminent. He cupped her sex and pressed hard against it as he moved his hand up and down. Still squeezing her tit with his other hand, he tormented the poor woman. Although she was enjoying the attention, Claire had to fight off his advances and get ready for work. When she left for work, Larry was still sporting a tent in his pants. Claire kissed him and tugged on his cock a few times before leaving, promising him she would take care of that later. As soon as Claire's car left the driveway, Larry rushed to Missy's room. When he opened the door, he found her already awake and waiting. There she lay on the bed naked with her legs spread and her finger rubbing her clit. "What took you so long?" she teased. Larry dropped his pants and dove on top of the teenager. Without a bit of foreplay, Larry mounted her and immediately began pumping her tight hot pussy. Missy giggled with delight as Larry pounded her horny hole. Larry rose up and watched as Missy's perfect round tits shook back and forth with his thrusts. Noticing his gaze, Missy began to play with her big round mounds. She squeezed them and pinched the nipples. "You like watching my big tits jiggle?" She asked. "Oh yes." He answered. "Are they better than mom's?" she asked "Gawd yes!!" he gasped. "Did they feel good around you big hard cock yesterday?" "Wonderful!" he responded. Larry couldn't believe his luck. Claire was his middle aged girlfriend who was hot for him, and here he was fucking her gorgeous 19 year old daughter. This was every man's dream. After a few more minutes of fucking her like that, he flipped her over and took the dominant position from behind. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard and deep. Missy moaned and screamed like a cat in heat. "Fuck me, Fuck me hard!" She screamed. Not long after that, she announced her orgasm, "I'm Cumming! Yes, yes, yes." Larry didn't last much longer. He grunted and released his cum inside her. He enjoyed one of the most intense orgasms of his life. The two of them fucked two more times that morning before she left for school. Larry barely had the energy to get hard that night when Claire attacked him the moment she got home. "I have been thinking about this all day." She told him as she dropped to her knees and pulled his cock out. She sucked him for a long time until he finally got hard. Then he struggled to keep it that way as they fucked. He was exhausted from that morning, and now it was not as exciting to fuck Claire. Claire noticed he was not as forceful and it seemed his cock was not as hard as usual, but just blew it off as him being tired or something The next morning Larry visited Missy's room again. This went on every day for a week. Missy let him have his way with her every time. By the end of the week, he was just as forceful with Missy as he was with Claire. However, what Larry didn't know, was that was all part of Missy's plan. She was using her body like a drug. She gave it to Larry freely for those seven days. She let him think he was in control. She screamed and begged him to fuck her. She came many times, but it was all an act. Now this morning was going to be different. Now he needed it, and she was going to make him pay for his new drug. Larry opened the door and walked in expecting Missy to be ready. What he found was quite the opposite. Missy was sitting in a chair fully clothed. She had a look of confidence that Larry didn't hadn't seen before. "What are you doing?" Larry asked demandingly. "Get undressed, so I can fuck you." "I don't think so." Missy spat back. "Things are about to change." "What does that mean?" he asked with disgust in his voice. Missy grabbed the remote to her TV off the desk and turned it on. As the picture came into focus, Larry could hear the sounds of sex. What surprised him was that as the picture appeared, he saw himself. He was fucking Missy in her bed. His heart stopped. "That bitch! She recorded us." He thought to himself. "What do you think mom would say if she saw this?" Missy said with a shit eating grin. Larry didn't have an answer. He reached for the DVD Player, hit stop, ejected the disc and stomped it to pieces. "You don't think that is the only copy do you?" Missy said. Larry was furious. "I will kill you!" he blustered. "No you won't." Missy replied. "You will do whatever I say. I know you don't want this gravy train to stop. I know you are using my mom. You don't love her. You're just using her for the food, the roof over your head and the free pussy. However, she seems to really like you, and I don't want to hurt her. So I am going to even the playing field. I will boss you around like you do my mom. I will be in charge of all your sexual activities, like you are my mom's. You will do whatever I ask, and I mean whatever I ask, or mom will see another copy of that, and you will be out on your ass. Hell, if you give it a chance, you might even enjoy me being in charge." Larry just stood and stared. He was fucked. He didn't have a choice but to listen. He looked down at the ground and mumbled a question. "So, what do you want?" "I want you to be my little sex puppy like my mom is to you, but for right now, let's start with you getting on your knees." She said as she pointed to the ground. Larry dropped to his knees and looked up at the leggy teen. Missy walked up to him and lifted the skirt she was wearing and exposed her moist smooth pussy. "You want my pussy?" She asked. Larry nodded. "Beg me?" She demanded. "Please may I have your pussy?" So here he was, kneeling on the floor begging this incredibly beautiful daughter of his That's not begging!" Missy snapped at Larry. "I don't think you really want my pussy. Convince me!!!" "Pleeeeeeeeease may I have your pussy." Larry pleaded. His cock was rock hard from the scent emanating from the folds of her uncovered sex just inches from his nose. "Please may I have your pussy Mistress!!" She corrected him Larry already felt a tinge of humiliation. How could he be here? Just a week ago, he was the one making the woman beg him for his cock. He didn't need this. He could have Claire's pussy anytime he wanted. However, her daughter who stood in front of him commanding him to beg for her snatch, had the sweetest tightest pussy he had ever felt, and he did want it badly. Discounting his shame, he again pleaded for the right to have it. "Please may I have your pussy Mistress." "This pussy?" she asked, spreading the lips so he could see her clit. "Do you want this sweet pussy?" She slid her finger inside to coat it with her juices. "Yes Mistress." Larry replied. Missy removed her finger and rubbed it on his upper lip so he could smell her scent with every breath. Larry breathed in deeply, savoring her aroma. "Open up!" She demanded, placing her finger near him mouth. Larry opened his mouth and she slid her finger in his mouth. Larry tasted her juices. Missy pulled her finger free and stepped back. "Show me how bad you want my pussy. Stroke your cock." She told him. Larry hesitated a moment. He didn't want to do that with Missy watching him as she stood over him.. He just stared at her pussy and did nothing. Missy dropped her skirt and yelled at him, "I said stroke it! Unless you would like my mom to see that little film we made." Larry looked down at his stiff cock and reluctantly grabbed it with his hand. Slowly he began to masturbate. Missy moved back close to him. "That's a good boy. Mistress wants to see you cum. Make that little thing spew." She told him. He did not have a small dick, but she knew all men's confidence was dependent on their cock size. So if she told him enough times that it was small, he would, over time, become convinced that it was small. She lifted her skirt again and placed her pussy right in front of his nose. "Don't lick it until I say. Just smell it" She told him. Larry breathed in again. His hand began to move faster on his rod. This really turned Missy on. Her pussy was getting really wet now. She dropped her skirt over Larry's head and grabbed the back of his head.. Grinding his nose into her clit, she continued to encourage him. "Yea, that's' a good boy. Stoke that little cock. It makes me hot watching you play with yourself." Larry was really turned on. His nose was covered in pussy juice and his cock was fast approaching orgasm. Missy could see him stroking fast and figured he was close. She pulled his head in hard and commanded him to lick her. Larry stuck his tongue out and began devouring her dripping cunt. Her taste was intoxicating. He licked and swallowed her sweet nectar. Almost immediately Larry began to cum. Shot after shot spewed from him cock. He grunted into Missy's pussy as his orgasm took over. Missy continued to grind her sex into his face until she screamed out from her own orgasm. She came all over his face. Her cum dripped from his chin as she relished her climax. When she was finished, she pushed him back, dropped her skirt and walked out of the room. "Clean up your mess, I will see you after school. Larry sat on his haunches for a long time just staring blankly at the puddles of cum he shot all over the hardwood floor. He was dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events. Feeling sorry for himself, he stood and retrieved a towel. He knelt back down and wiped the mess from the floor. He tried and tried to figure out a way to get out of this position he now found himself in. He spent the next four hours searching without results for the missing DVD Missy said she had. He looked everywhere in her room.. When he reached her dresser, he opened each drawer and moved things around hoping to find it. He opened one of the drawers and inside of it was all of Missy's naughty under garments. His cock instantly stirred as he imagined Missy's magnificent hard body filling out the material he was holding. He came across a particularly sexy negligee. It was dark purple satin with black lace trim. He again imagined Missy's big beautiful tits pushing up out of the half cups. He dreamed of the back riding up between her perfectly firm round ass cheeks. His cock was now forming a tent in his sweats. He pulled the draw string and they fell to his ankles. Wrapping his rock hard cock with the material, he began to stroke it. The silky material tantalized his prick. He closed his eyes and recalled the smell of Missy's cunt. He stroked harder and faster. His muscles began to tighten and he was preparing to explode when he heard the front door close. "Larry?" Came Claire's voice. "Where are you?" Larry froze. Stuffing Missy's unmentionables back in her drawer, he pulled up his sweats. He raced out of her room and into the bathroom. "I'm in here." He called back as he sat down on the toilet and stuffed his stiff unit between his legs. "I came home to have lunch with you." Claire said as she passed the bathroom and headed for the bedroom. Larry sat for a few more moments until his dick drained enough not to bbe seen in his sweats. He flushed and followed Claire to the room. When he walked in, Claire was standing in front of the mirror straightening her outfit. Larry took one look at her. Her outfit hugged her body in all the right places. Her big round tits strained against her blouse. He full round ass pushed against the tight short skirt. It was not Missy's body, but Larry was so horny. "Any port in a storm." He told himself. He walked up behind Claire and crotched behind her. Clutching the hem of her skirt, he pulled it to the floor. He grasped her panties and pulled them to her ankles too. Claire wasn't expecting anything like this, but she wasn't complaining. Lately Larry had been a bit distant, and the attention was well received. Stepping out of her panties and skirt, her body tingled as he ran his fingers up her legs. Reaching her sex, he slid one finger between her lips and found her clit. Claire closed her eyes and delighted in the sensations. Larry diddled her clit with one hand, as he rose up to stand behind her, he pushed the other hand inside her blouse until he found her large bra covered tits. He massaged one until the nipple was nice and hard. Taking it in his finger tips, he pinched it hard. "Ahhhhhhh!" Claire gasped. Larry pressed his hard cock, still in his sweats, between her ass cheeks. He moved up and down as he continued the masterful stimulation with his hands. "Tell me what you want!" He instructed Claire. "I want your hard cock in my wet pussy." She answered.. "You don't have a pussy." He snapped, feeling his confidence return. "What do you have?" "A cunt!" Claire replied. "I have a cunt. I want your hard cock in my wet cunt." Larry turned her body and pushed her toward the bed. Then he bent her over it. He dropped his pants and drove his cock deep inside her. Not wasting any time, he immediately began taking all his aggressions out on her pussy. Pounding her pussy he again spoke to her, "Is that what you want? You want my big fat cock inside that sloppy cunt of yours?" "Oh yea!" Claire returned. "Fuck me harder Baby." Larry grabbed hold and assaulted her forcefully from behind. The skin slapping and the screaming were clear to Missy as she entered the house. "Fuck me baby, Fuck me harder." Claire screamed. "You love it when I take you like the slut you are from behind don't you?" Larry barked back. "Yes, fuck your slut." was what Missy heard as she peeked around the door opening to the room. She watched for a few minutes as Larry fucked her mom from behind hard and fast. She was very turned on, but at the same time very mad. She needed to break this up before Larry came. She hurried to the front door and opened it. "Mom, what are you doing home?" she hollered as she slammed the door. "Mom, where are you?" Claire and Larry both panicked. Larry knew if Missy saw him like this, she might get mad. She had told him she was now in charge of all his sexual activities. Claire on the other hand, didn't want her daughter so see her like this. She pushed Larry back and rushed into the master bath. Larry pulled his pants up and sat on the bed as Missy reached the room. "Hey Larry, what's mom doing home?" She asked innocently. "She came home to have lunch with me." He answered with a guilty look on his face. Just then Claire emerged from the bathroom in a pair of pajama bottoms and her work blouse. "Why are you wearing your PJs?" Missy queried. "Oh, I just wanted to be comfortable during lunch." Claire replied. She then retrieved her panties and skirt from the floor and returned to the bathroom. She knew Missy was on to them, but as long as she didn't see her in the position she was just in, she didn't care that Missy knew Claire might have been having sex. As Claire got dressed in the bathroom, Missy sat next to Larry and whispered in his ear, "I saw you two, you are in deep trouble mister." She reached between his legs and grabbed his cock. "This belongs to me now, and I say when and how you can use it. Get it?" Larry nodded. Missy stood up and when her mom returned from the bathroom Missy asked if she could have lunch with them. Embarrassed a bit, Claire declined, saying she needed to get back to work. Feeling the inevitable punishment, Larry tried to convince Claire to stay and eat. Claire kissed him on the cheek and left. "We can finish what we were working on later when I get home." She commented to Larry as she left the room. Both Larry and Missy followed Claire to the door. They watched as her car left the drive. "What do you think you are doing?" She snapped at Larry. "I told you I was in charge of your sex life now, and I will not have you treating my mom like a common whore. Is that understood?" Larry instantly reverted back to his submissive self from that morning. "Yes mistress." he replied. "Now get undressed and get on your knees. My mom will be expecting you to continue that tonight, so we need to make sure that cock of yours won't work." She told him. "Start stroking!!!." She snapped again. Larry complied and began to masturbate on the floor. Missy took off her skirt and walked up to Larry. Mashing his face into her dripping cunt, she again gave him an order, "Eat me!" Larry abided by her command. "When mother asks you to fuck her tonight, you will decline. You will then offer to eat her pussy as you are doing now until she cums three times, understand?" Larry mumbled an affirmative answer. Then she fucked his face harder with her smooth drenched snatch. Larry stroked his cock hard and fast until he was about to cum. "That's a good little boy, stroke your little cock for me. I want to see you cum again." She encouraged him. Larry was really finding this a turn on. He stroked hard and fast. Soon both were on the verge of climax. Missy came first. Pressing Larry's face into her crotch, she screamed out as the pleasure coursed through her. "Yes, my slave, That's it.........Oh, I am cumming." She screamed. "Cum for your mistress!" she told him as her orgasm subsided. Let me see you shoot it all over the floor." Larry felt his orgasm approach forcefully. He shot the first jet far from him. Stroke after stroke more of his seed spilled onto the ground. He grunted as his face was pushed into her folds.. When he was done, Missy commanded him to do it one more time. "I can't. I did it twice today already." He told her. "Oh yes you can, I don't want you getting any ideas tonight with my mom. From now on, it is all about her pleasure. Your cock is going to be so limp, you couldn't get it up with a crane. Now stroke it." Larry reluctantly did as he was told. After about five minutes, it was barely hard. Missy noticed and began teasing him. "What's the matter? Big bad Larry can't get it up? Do you need some encouragement?" Larry just stroked harder. He was not going to let her think he was impotent. Missy began to open her blouse. I'll bet it would get hard if it was between these." She said as she displayed her big round tits.. Larry got very turned on. He watched as Missy removed her bra and began to tease her nipples. His cock began to respond and he grabbed it tighter as he stroked. Missy sat back on the chair and spread her legs as well, giving him a clear view of her magnificent pussy.. "You want my pussy Larry?" she asked. He just nodded as his cock firmed up. The remnants of his last orgasm were lubing his masturbation. Missy pinched and squeezed her tits as Larry watched and approached orgasm. "Come on little boy. Let's see that little ding-a-ling cum one more time. Cum for Missy." She teased. "Let me see how much more cum is left in your little pee pee." Larry just watched as she kneaded her perfect mammories. His orgasm hit and he let out a grunt as the last few spurts left in his balls spilled onto the ground. Satisfied with his compliance, Missy closed her top and addressed Larry again, "Now for your punishment. I told you no using that little thing without permission, and you disobeyed, so now you will clean up that mess you made on the floor. However, this time you will use nothing but your tongue. "Are you fuckin' kidding me?" Larry snapped. "No fuckin' way!!!!" "OK, but I'm pretty sure mom will be quite mad when she sees you fucking her daughter on that DVD." Missy reminded him. Larry just stayed there on his haunches contemplating his next move. Not wanting to have his meal ticket end, he reluctantly leaned over and placed his hands on the ground with his puddle of cum between them.. Lowering his head to the ground, he placed his tongue in the gooey liquid and lapped it up like a dog. As the salty taste hit his mouth and slid down his throat, he again wondered how he could have slid so low so fast. Suddenly a bright flash caught his attention. He looked up to see Missy standing over him with a camera covering her face as she looked at the digital screen and laughed out loud. "This will look good in my collection for mom if you don't behave." She told him as she continued to snap more pictures. Defeated, Larry just finished his task. When he was finished, Missy walked up to him and spoke, "Whose in charge?" "You are." He answered. "You are Mistress!" she snarled. "You are Mistress." He corrected himself. She turned around and bent over so her ass was in front of his face. "Show me! Kiss my ass." She barked as she spread her cheeks. Larry planted his lips on her puckered hole and kissed it. "What do you say?" she said after he had finished. "Thank you Mistress." He said, feeling quite humiliated. "Go take a shower." She commanded. "You have a long night of servicing my mom ahead of you." Larry stood and did as he was told. Missy retired to her room and waited for his return. She had more instructions to give him when he was done.girlfriend for her pussy, and wondering if there was any way to get out of his predicament. Claire arrived home and was as horny as could be. All afternoon she had been thinking of her lunchtime activities and how she was going to continue them that evening when she got home. On one occasion she had even slipped her hand under her skirt while she was at her desk and rubbed her hot sex through her silky panties. The moisture of her pussy had soaked through the material and she felt its warmth. She slipped a hand into her blouse and fondled one of her large heaving breasts.. She found her clit and manipulated it with a finger. She panted as her pleasure mounted. She was really getting into it when she was startled by a knock on her office door. She regained her composer and called out. "Come in." In walked Drew the mailroom attendant. He had an interoffice memo that needed Claire's signature for proof of receipt. Drew was a student working his way through college. He was a good looking boy and seemed to work out, by the looks of his strong muscular arms. Before Claire took the envelope to sign it, she noticed Drew staring at her with lust in his eyes. Claire noticed he was not looking at her face, but rather looking in the direction of her breasts. She glanced down and realized in her moment of lust, she had caused a button on her blouse to unfasten. Her deep cleavage, along with the top of her silky dark blue bra, was in full view. Drew's manhood began to stiffen. He just stared at her massive boobs and imagined what it would be like to touch them. Not wanting to embarrass the young boy, she signed the envelope and returned it without a word. Regaining his composure, Drew grabbed the envelope and hurried from the room. Claire buttoned her blouse and giggled to herself. It was nice to know she could still have an affect on such a young man. The more she thought about it throughout the rest of the afternoon, the more it turned her on. Thoughts of Drew, in addition to her lunchtime fun, had conspired to keep her from doing any work that afternoon. When she walked in the door, she found Larry making dinner. She didn't see Missy so she asked Larry where she was. "She went to a friend's house for dinner and to study." He replied. Feeling mischievous, Claire walked up behind him and rapped her arms around him. She grabbed a handful of his crotch with one hand, and rubbed his chest with the other. "I am so hot right now, I would let you bend me over this counter and fuck my wet cunt if you wanted." She whispered in his ear. Oh how he wanted. However, he knew he couldn't because Missy would find out and punish him, and besides, his cock was so used already that it was almost sore. He wouldn't be able to get it up if he wanted, and man, he wanted. He needed to quell her advances without raising her suspicions. "That sounds nice, but I already have the pasta in the water and I don't want it to go to waste." He told her. Claire took him at his word and told him she was going to change for dinner. She left and he sighed with relief. He knew what she was like when she was horny, and it was going to be hard to satisfy her without using his cock. Claire went to her room and began to undress. Looking at herself in the mirror, she removed her blouse. The nipples of her big full breasts poked through the material. Claire rubbed them with her palms, teasing them until they were rock hard. She pinched each one several times and felt the tingle shoot through her body. Her pussy was already wet and she slipped off her skirt so she could play with it. Like earlier in her office, she rubbed her moist sex through her panties. The moisture coated her hand. She found her clit and rubbed it for a few moments. He knees became weak and she could feel her pleasure mounting. Fighting against her desire to finish herself, she stopped with a moan of disappointment. She couldn't wait to have Larry inside her. She removed the rest of her clothes and slipped on a robe. Claire returned wearing her short thigh length satin robe. Larry took one look at her and fretted the rest of the night. Claire walked up behind him again. She rubbed the front of her body against his back, pressing her tits into him. "I'm not wearing anything under this, are you sure you don't want to fuck me right here like the slut I am?" she tempted him. Yes he did want to fuck her like the slutty little whore she was acting like. Larry again used dinner as an excuse, assuring her he would take care of her after they finished. Claire had never known him to turn down such an offer, no matter what he was doing. She was further perplexed, because he had been so attentive this afternoon, and had not gotten to finish. She re-assured herself that is was nothing and sat down at the table and waited for dinner. As Larry set the table, Claire teased him the entire time. She loosened the belt on her robe, allowing her boobs to be almost totally exposed. She squeezed his ass and made nasty remarks. This persisted through dinner. She ran her naked foot up his leg and pushed it into his cock. Rubbing up and down his shaft, she looked at him seductively. Larry was very frustrated. This would usually make his cock rigid and he would fuck the shit out of Claire. However, his dick remained limp. When they had finished, Larry began to clear the table. One time as he walked to the sink, Claire stood, opened her robe and sat on the table.. Spreading her legs, she leaned back on her elbows and waited for Larry to turn around. When he did, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Come over here and fuck this naughty slut." She told him. Larry was petrified. One again, his cock had no reaction to all this teasing and exposed flesh. His unit was as limp as a punctured balloon. He was not sure if it was because of Missy's ultimatum, or all his masturbating this afternoon. Whatever the reason, it was not going to satisfy Claire right now. Then he remembered Missy's instructions. He walked to Claire and positioned himself between her legs. Looking at her with as much lust as he could muster, he tried to distract her from thinking of his dick. "I have a better idea." He told her. Then he lowered himself and placed his lips on her pussy. Claire was stunned. She couldn't believe he had turned down the invitation to treat her like a nasty slut. Nevertheless, before she could really ponder the situation, her pleasures took over as she felt his tongue enter her juicy, needy cunt. Larry did as he was instructed by Missy. He plunged his tongue deep inside her pussy. Then he fucked her with his tongue until she was screaming for more. He ran his tongue the length of her sex and began to flick her clit. Claire lifted her hips to meet his face, hoping to get even more pleasure from this. Larry licked and sucked Claire's pussy until her first orgasm shook her. She was so turned on, that it only took a few minutes. Claire screamed a carnal scream as the thunderous orgasm swept over her. She grabbed his head and ground her sex into his face. Larry just continued to lick and tongue fuck her dripping pussy the whole time. As she recovered, Clare let go of his head and looked at him. That was incredible babe. Now pull down those pants and fuck my horny cunt right now." She said. Larry stood up and slyly said to her, "If you like that, there is more where that came from. I need to do the dishes. Go get in bed and I'll be there after I am done." Then he turned and walked back to the sink. Disappointed, Claire figured this was one of Larry's games, and he was just teasing her. She got up and walked to the bedroom. Some time later, Larry followed. As he entered the room, Claire threw the covers off her and revealed her naked body. Larry stripped and jumped into bed with her. Again he instantly positioned his face between her legs and dove in. He began by licking the length of her lips. Up and down he traced the folds of her pussy with his tongue.. Soon Claire was encouraging him, "Yes Baby, lick me, eat my juicy pussy. Make me cum." She was not used to all this. Larry rarely ate her pussy. Larry eagerly did as he was told. He began flicking her clit with his tongue. Then he slid three fingers into her. Before long, she was screaming her instructions "Lick me! Eat me! Suck my cunt!" Larry did just that. ""That's it, right there, YES! I'm going to cum." Claire bellowed. Larry continued his tongue assault. He nibbled on her clit and continued to finger fuck her hard and fast. A few minutes later Claire came again hard. Her hips bucked against his face, and again she grabbed his head. Larry didn't stop. He rode her pussy with his face until she was over that orgasm. When Claire again begged him to fuck her, he ignored her and devoured her pussy for what seemed like forever until her third orgasm spilled out onto his face. Exhausted, Claire pushed his face from her snatch and almost instantly passed out. Larry rose and walked to the bathroom. He cleaned up and went to the living room. He was sitting there watching TV when Missy entered the room. "You did well my little boy, I watched the whole thing." She complimented him. She was not at a friend's house; she was in the house the whole time making sure Larry did not break the rules. "I will see you in the morning after mom leaves for more of the same." She told him. Then she went to her room. A little time later, Claire woke up and came to the living room. Larry feigned sleep to keep from having to talk to Claire. The next morning there was not much conversation. Claire was a bit curious about what was going on, but Larry avoided conversation as much as possible. When Claire left, Missy beckoned for Larry. She again made him masturbate in front of her. This time, when he was near climax, she turned around and exposed her bare ass to him and told him to cum all over it. Larry gladly spilled his seed all over her beautiful smooth tight ass. Then she commanded him to lick her clean. Larry did as he was told and when he was done, she again made him thank her for allowing him to do it. These exercises went on for a number of weeks. Claire became more and more frustrated as she could no longer get Larry to fuck her, but on the other hand, she was really enjoying his masterful tongue. When she asked him what was going on, he just told her he was thinking of her and her needs. He didn't think it was right to treat her like an object and he wanted to prove it to her by filling her needs without filling his. Claire thought it was nice, but she really needed a cock and she needed it bad. The funny thing was that over time, Larry had grown to like eating pussy and whacking off. Missy had started to train his brain to look forward to licking her and her mom. He got hard when he knew he would be performing for Missy. His cock never had anything left for Claire, but still he really looked forward to making her cum. One day Missy came home with a boy. Jeremy was a boy that she had hooked up with a while ago and had a wild time with, so she knew he would be up for the wicked game she had planned for Larry that day. She explained her plan to Jeremy and he found it very erotic. When they arrived at her place, Larry was doing some chores. Missy introduced Jeremy. Then she looked at Larry and said, "Jeremy is going to fuck me and you are going to watch while you yank your little cock." Larry was stunned. Jacking off in front of Missy was one thing, but in front of a total stranger, that was different. He didn't know if he could do that. He knew he had little choice so he just stood there and waited for instructions. Missy sent Larry to his room and told him to strip and that she would call for him when she was ready. About fifteen minutes later, she called for Larry. He came to her room and found Missy kneeling over Jeremy as he lay on his back on the bed. She was stroking his rock hard cock with her hand. "Go sit over there and don't touch that little cock of yours until I tell you." She snapped at him. Larry moved to the chair she was pointing to and sat down. He watched as a naked Missy slid her hand up and down on Jeremy's stiff shaft. Larry's cock began to stiffen. He watched in amazement as Missy slowly stroked Jeremy and talked to Larry. "Now this is a cock." She told him. "I am going to love feeling this slid deep inside my pussy." Your little cock doesn't satisfy me the way this one does." Jeremy's cock was not much bigger than Larry's, but Larry had been told everyday by Missy how small and useless his cock was, so looking at Jeremy's rock hard pole, it looked massive to Larry. Just then, Missy lowered her mouth to it and swallowed the whole thing. Larry's cock jumped at the sight. Slowly Missy continued to deep throat the large stiff shaft. Up and down she moved methodically. Larry's cock was dribbling precum down itself as he watched. Her masterful technique was enthralling. She lifted her head and as she did it she wrapped her hand around it and stroked it in unison with her mouth. Then she would slide both her hand and her mouth down his cock until her hand was in the way. She would let go and drop her mouth down until Jeremy's cock disappeared. She did this for a long time. By the time missy spoke to Larry again, his cock was completely covered in his precum. She stopped sucking Jeremy and commanded Larry to masturbate. He grabbed his aching pole and did as she said. The slick fluid all over it made it really feel good. Soon he was stroking hard and fast. Missy resumed her activities and watched as Larry exploded all over himself in no time. Missy heard him spew and when he was done, she commanded him to clean himself up. Larry scooped up the mess and licked his hands clean of his cum as Missy and Jeremy made fun of him. Then Missy mounted Jeremy with her back to Jeremy while facing Larry. As she impaled herself with his unit, she looked at Larry and described every feeling she was experiencing. "It is so big. It feels so good. Your cock is no comparison to this one. Look how it fills me up. My pussy is so wet. Can you see it fill me up?" Larry just nodded as he watched Missy rise up and slowly lower herself onto the monster over and over. She started to massage her own tits as she did it. She roughly squeezed them and aggressively pinched her nipples as she continued to fuck Jeremy. "Yes, yes, it is sooooooooo big. This cock is going to make me cum." She told Larry. "Your little cock is worthless. I need a real man like this." Larry's cock was responding to her. It was hard again and he again stroked it as she watched. Missy lost herself in the moment and began to move faster and faster. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she told Jeremy. He grabbed her hips and helped her up and down on his man meat. "I'm Cumming!!!!!" She screamed as she reached orgasm. She bounced up and down frantically as her climax over took her. Larry was feverishly stroking his cock too, and he too reached orgasm, shooting his seed onto his belly. Without instruction, he cleaned himself. Missy collapsed on Jeremy's body. Jeremy was still hard. Her pushed her to the side and laid her on her back. Mounting her missionary style, he drove his dick deep inside her. Missy screamed with pleasure. As Larry cleaned himself, Jeremy pounded Missy's cum soaked cunt as she screamed and hollered for more. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard. Show that worthless runt how to fuck a girl!" She screamed at Jeremy. "Come her Larry and watch a real man fuck my pussy. Watch his big hard cock fuck me silly. You never made me feel this good, and you never will." She said to Larry. Larry began to watch as Jeremy built up to a vigorous pace. Soon skin was slapping loudly and both were huffing and talking to each other. "How's that? My cock feel good? Jeremy asked. "Oh yea, drive it in. Fuck my cunt hard." She encouraged him Within a few moments, Jeremy grunted and released his cum deep into her pussy. Missy could tell it was a large load as he kept pumping and pumping it inside her. He stopped moving and pulled his still hard cock from her. The mixture of their fluids began to spill from her now gaping hole. "Want to see something that will blow your mind?" she asked Jeremy. "Sure." He answered. She looked at Larry, and as she spread her legs, she commanded him to come clean her pussy. Larry was disgusted by the thought, but had almost become accustomed to listening to whatever Missy commanded. He climbed on the bed and started licking her sloppy cum covered valley. The salty sticky fluid almost made him gag. However, soon he grew accustom to the taste, and Missy was beginning to move against him and talk to him. "That's a good boy, clean mistress' pussy like I said. Mmmmmmm, that's good. Your tongue is so nice my slave. Eat it good; lick all that nasty cum from my cunt." To Larry's surprise, his cock began to grow again. Her approval was turning him on. He licked and sucked all of Jeremy's fluid from Missy and made her cum. When he was done, Missy walked Jeremy to the door and sent him on his way. When she returned to her room, Larry stood there with a hard on. Missy was a bit amazed. "Did you like licking Mistress' cum soaked pussy?" she teased. "Yes Mistress." Larry answered. "We can't have that thing hard for mom, can we?" she said sarcastically. "You have been a good little boy today, so Mistress is going to give you a reward." Missy lay down on the bed. She grabbed her magnificent breasts and squeezed them together. "Come here and you can fuck Mistress' titties until you cum. However, make it quick." Larry jumped on the bed with joy and straddled her chest. Within seconds he was fucking her tit flesh like a teenager having sex for the first time. Missy pressed her tits around his cock and cheered him on, "There you go, that's it. Fuck Mistress' big beautiful tits. Cum all over my chest like a good little boy." Larry fucked hard and fast. The feeling of those mounds around his cock was fabulous. "Come on, sweetie." Missy chided. "Mistress doesn't have all day, cum for me or you will have to finish it yourself." Larry pumped faster and faster. "Cum for me now!" Missy commanded. Larry lost control and pumped with all his might. A few moments later, the last trickles of his seed dribbled from his cock as he groaned with pleasure. When he finished, Missy made him clean up his mess with his tongue.. He gladly took advantage of the opportunity to lick and fondle her big firm breasts. When he had finished, she sent him off to the shower. She closed the door and opened Now that Missy felt she had Larry sufficiently under her control, she decided she would let him have sex with her mother. The next day after Claire left for work, Larry showed up in Missy's room to perform his morning task. Missy was still in her panties and no top. Larry gazed longingly at her perfect body. She walked up to Larry and pushed his head down as he dropped to his knees. She pressed his face into her panty covered pussy. "Lick me." She commanded. Larry licked at the silky material of her thong. His cock immediately sprung to life and filled with blood as he pleasured his mistress. He grabbed his rock hard cock and began to stroke it slowly. Once Missy's panties were nice and wet, she pushed Larry back and pulled them to the side. Ordering him to continue, she pressed his face to her sex roughly. Larry was really becoming good at this she thought to herself. He lapped up her juices and stimulated her clit expertly. Her pleasure caused her to grind his face harder into her steamy sex. She began to imagine a big thick cock driving into her where Larry's tongue now probed. Her orgasm hit soon after. She moaned with satisfaction as it consumed her. Larry was stroking his cock furiously as Missy came all over his face. Missy was enjoying her climax so much, that she almost forgot her plan for him that day. "Stop playing with your little cock!" she ordered as she came back to reality. Larry was startled by her order, but he did as he was told. "Mistress has a big surprise for you today." She told him. "I am going to allow you to make love to my mom." Larry's face lit up with joy. He couldn't believe she was actually going to let him fuck Claire. He began to imagine her bent over the bed as he fucked her silly. He imagined Claire screaming for him to fuck her as he talked dirty to her. However, his mind was snapped back to the present by Missy's voice. "And you will be gentle and loving the whole time, or you will never be allowed back inside her. Do you understand me?" she snapped. "Yes mistress." He answered with disappointment. "So get up and leave that that little dick of yours alone all day." She told him. She knew he would blow his wad almost immediately once he got inside her since he hadn't gotten laid in a long time. This she could use to humiliate him even further. "I want you to call mom and tell her you have a surprise for her and that she needs to come home for lunch. Then I want you to prepare everything for her. I will be watching the whole time, so you be nice and not one nasty word from your mouth you got it?" she asked. Larry just nodded. Missy thought she was doing something nice for her mom. She wanted her to be treated nicely, and loved, not treated like a whore. That is why she was treating Larry like this. She was teaching him a lesson. She wanted him to treat her mom like the queen Missy felt she was. What she didn't know, was that her mom craved the nastiness Larry used to give her. She wanted that. It turned her on, and she had never been turned on like that in her past. She missed that so much, she was beginning to seek it somewhere else. Missy would learn this in the near future. Missy had a plan to have Larry so horny by lunch, that he wouldn't be able to control himself. She ordered him to come to her. Larry did, and Missy pulled her g-string off and placed it over his face, locating the wet silky material of the crotch over his nose. "You will leave this over your face all morning until mom comes home." Missy said. Larry mumbled his acceptance. The smell was intoxicating. With ever breath he inhaled the sweet smell of Missy's pussy. His cock was constantly hard the entire morning. The rest of the morning Missy instructed Larry on how she wanted everything for her mom. On more than one occasion, she made him kneel and bring her to orgasm. Larry was so turned on by the time Claire got home; he thought he would cum in his pants when she kissed him. Just before Claire arrived home, Missy removed her panties from Larry's face and instructed him to clean them. By now, they were dry and the cum had stained the material. Larry eagerly sucked the material until the cum became moist again. Then he licked her juices from the material and savored the taste. Then Missy told him to go shower so that he didn't smell like pussy. Larry was standing in the entry when Claire walked in the door for lunch. Claire was hotter than a pistol when she opened the door. She was ready for a good old fashioned fucking. Claire had not been behaving herself at work. For the last few weeks, she had been shamelessly flirting with Drew. Since the day Drew had almost caught her masturbating in her office, Claire had noticed how he was always staring at her, especially her large full breasts. Frustrated at home, Claire had found Drew's attention flattering. To have a young strong boy lusting after her was exciting. She had begun to tease him with her big tits. She would unbutton her top an extra button when she saw him in the hall, stopping to make conversation as he tried to pass. Drew would lustfully stare at her cleavage as she made idle conversation. Then she would watch as he walked away, adjusted his obvious hard-on . On one occasion, she found him delivering toner to the copy room. She entered the room and flashed some cleavage again, but this time she stumbled into him. They both ended up against the wall, with Claire's back pressed against Drew's front. In the turmoil, Drew ended up with a handful of Claire's big soft boob. His cock sprung to life when he realized it. Claire could feel his cock pressing against her soft round ass. The feel of his cock against her brought an immediate tingle to her pussy. Claire didn't stand up quickly; she just moved her head to look at him. With his hand still full of her tit, Claire just winked at him. She slowly regained her composure, stood and left the room. Claire immediately went back to her office and masturbated to a thundering orgasm. That was two days ago. Drew had avoided Claire yesterday, but could not do that today. He had a letter that needed her signature. When her secretary announced his arrival, Claire got excited. She quickly unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse and opened it, exposing her deep cleavage and the top of her black lace bra. Drew entered and handed her the envelope and the clipboard for her signature. Claire leaned in, giving him a great view down her top. His cock stirred and Claire's pussy began to tingle. Drew couldn't keep his eyes off her chest. He imagined his cock buried between them, sliding in and out. When Claire had finished, she set the pen down. Drew didn't even move, he just stood and stared at her big fat tits. When he realized Claire had caught him, he frantically reached for the clipboard. Then to his great surprise, Claire grabbed his wrist. There eyes met and Claire said in a soft sexy voice, "It was nice to see you again Drew." Then she slowly released his arm and let it slip from her grip. Drew didn't know what to do. He just smiled and left the office. Claire sat back and buttoned the remaining buttons of her top. Feeling the heat between her legs, she slowly slid her hand under her skirt and cupped her moist sex. "I have to have some of that." She said out loud. Then the reality hit. She didn't want to cheat on Larry, but she needed to get laid. Her thoughts again returned to Drew. She began to imagine him taking her right there in the office. She fingered her clit through her soft silky panties, they were already wet and she could feel her clit as if they were not even there. She grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it. Her nipples were already hard. She pinched one and let out a moan. She rubbed her pussy harder and squeezed her tit again. Her body responded in kind, tingling and shivering to her touch. She was so horny, she needed a release. She pushed her panties aside and plunged a finger deep in her dripping hole. Oh did that feel good. She fucked her pussy hard with her hand. She inserted another finger, then a third. Twisting her nipple hard, she could feel her orgasm approach. She reached inside her bra to feel her hard nipple against the palm of her hand. This sent tingles through her. She bit her lip to stay quiet. Her orgasm was boiling to the surface. She plunged her fingers deep inside. Faster and faster she stroked. She was slamming her hand deep inside her sloppy cunt when something startled her. "Claire, Larry is on line one." Came the voice of her secretary Jill over the intercom. Claire froze. Regaining her poise, she answered, "Thank you Jill." Claire removed her hand from her pussy and released her breast. She picked up the phone. "Yes Dear?" she said. "Honey, could you come home for lunch, I have a little surprise for you." Larry replied into the phone. "What kind of surprise do you mean?" "A good surprise." Larry said in a sly voice. Claire's mind again wandered to a raunchy sex scene involving Larry and her. "Sounds good to me, see you a bit after 12." "OK, see you then." Larry returned. "I look forward to that." She said. She put the phone down. Claire straightened her clothes and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She couldn't wait to get home. She looked at her watched and noticed she would only have to wait another hour and a half. The rest of the morning she tried to get some work done. At 11:45 she could wait no longer. She told her secretary she was leaving for lunch and she hurried to the house. When she arrived, she noticed Missy's car was gone. Claire didn't know Missy had parked it around the corner. Claire parked and hustled into the house. When their eyes met, they both threw themselves at each other. They kissed passionately for several minutes. Their hands explored each other's bodies. Larry found her tits and began to mash one in his hand. Claire's paws found his rock hard cock and began to massage it through his pants. "I need your cock so badly." Claire moaned. "Take me right here." Larry wanted nothing more than to do as she wanted, but he had specific instructions. He took Claire's hand and led her to the bedroom. When they entered the room, Clare noticed the décor. There were lit candles all over. The red satin sheets were sprinkled with rose pedals. Normally Claire would find this romantic, but it had been way too long since she had been fucked, she didn't really care how much time and effort he had put into setting the mood.. She jumped out of her clothes and lay on the bed. Larry did the same. When he moved between her legs to eat her pussy as he was instructed, Claire became irritated. "Enough of that! I want you to fuck me now!" She snapped. Larry was confused. He wanted to follow Missy's instructions, but Claire was being so demanding. It really turned him on. Knowing that Missy would be watching from the door, he looked in that direction. Claire was looking in the other direction, and didn't notice the exchange between them. Missy gave him the nod, and he moved to a missionary position. He positioned his achingly hard cock at her opening. With one push he buried it in her. "YES!!!!" Claire screamed. She had not felt a cock in her for far too long. "Fuck me!" She demanded. Larry began to slowly move in and out as Missy had told him. Claire became frustrated quickly. "Faster! Fuck me hard Larry." Larry pumped faster. Claire's forcefulness was really a turn on. He pumped in and out harder. "That's it, Fuck my cunt hard." Claire demanded. Larry heard her and did as instructed. Suddenly, he felt his orgasm hit without warning. His cum spilled from his cock and filled Claire's pussy. Larry didn't stop until his cock was empty. Claire sighed with frustration. "Already?" she barked with dissatisfaction. Larry was humiliated. "I'm sorry baby, it has been so long, and I couldn't hold it." He apologized. "Whose fault is that? She snapped back. "Not mine. Maybe if you weren't trying to eat my pussy so much and occasionally fuck me, you might not cum as fast as a 13 year old." Larry apologized again. Claire was very frustrated. She calmed down a bit, and tried to encourage Larry to get it hard again. However, with all the insults, he was embarrassed and couldn't get it aroused again. After trying for a few more minutes, Claire finally gave up. She got dressed and left for the office. As soon as she left, Missy walked into the room. "What a wimp!" she said to Larry. "Two pumps and a dump for my little boy, just like a teenager. Too bad you can't get it back up like a teenager huh? You are good for only one thing, eating pussy and jacking off." Larry sat there and took the abuse. The funny thing was that when Missy humiliated him, he became aroused. His cock began to swell with every degrading sentence from her mouth. "I'll bet you could get hard if I wanted you to huh?" Missy teased. "If I make you come over here and lick my juicy cunt I'll bet it would get hard. Wouldn't it you little wimp." Larry just sat and listened as his cock grew and grew. Missy lifted her skirt and ordered Larry to his knees. "Lick me you two stroke wonder." Larry willingly rushed to her pussy and dove in. Licking her hot sex, he began to stroke his cock automatically. He licked her lips and sucked in her moisture. Missy grabbed his head and fucked his face with her hungry cunt. "Eat me you pussy! Your tongue is the only thing worth touching a pussy." She teased. Larry plunged his tongue deep in her hole. In and out he violated her pussy with his tongue. His cock was about to explode again. He grabbed tighter and stroked harder. Missy screamed with excitement as she felt her orgasm surface. "Stroke that little cock of yours. Make it cum." She screamed. "Eat my pussy like my good little boy. I'm going to cum!" With that, her body shook and she came all over Larry's tongue and face. She ground her crotch hard into his face as it swept over her. Soon after, Larry's cock came all over the floor. He couldn't believe the force with which his cock had exploded. He had just cum in Claire not 15 minutes ago, but Missy had made him rock hard by humiliating him and making him eat her pussy. He stared at the puddle of cum on the floor, and Missy didn't even need to say a word, she just pointed at the floor. Larry reluctantly cleaned his mess with his tongue. Claire returned to work so frustrated, that she didn't know what to do. What had happened to Larry? He was such a good lover, but now he was useless. She would talk to him tonight and find out what the hell was going on. Her pussy ached for relief. She was walking to her office when she spotted Drew. Her body tingled immediately. Dirty thoughts swept through her mind. "No! I can't." she told herself. "Teasing is one thing, but actually fucking him was another." They moved closer as they walked down a hall toward each other. Her mind kept saying no as the gap closed, but her body kept betraying her. Her pussy was pounding for release. Just then, their eyes met and Drew smiled at her. Claire reached out and grabbed his hand just as he passed. Pulling him into an unoccupied conference room, she closed the door behind them and locked it. She pushed him against the door and kissed him hard. Drew didn't need any more encouragement. He kissed her back and immediately reached around and grabbed her large round ass with both hands and pulled her into him. Claire reached down and found his stiffening cock and rubbed it through his pants. When it was hard, about 3 seconds later, she found his belt with both hands. She unbuckled it and unzipped his fly. Releasing from their kiss, she dropped to her knees and pulled his pants to his ankles in one motion. His cock was beautiful. It was not huge, but bigger than Larry's and thick. Taking his cock in her mouth, she began sucking it hard and fast. Drew leaned against the door and watched as Claire gave him a fabulous blow job. She stroked his cock with her hand and sucked it with her mouth. She was like a woman possessed. He had heard about hot older woman, but didn't realize how true the rumor was that they loved getting it from younger guys. Soon Claire had grabbed his ass and was deep throating his rock hard unit. She wasn't just sucking his cock; she was fucking her face with his pole. He grabbed her head and started helping her. He forced his cock all the way down her throat. She moaned as he did. She seemed to like it when he was rough with her. All this excitement was getting to him; he would not be able to last much longer. He told Claire he was about to cum. She didn't slow down one bit. She shoved his cock deep into her mouth and squeezed his ass with her hands. He grabbed her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. Then Claire pushed back, took his cock from her mouth and looked at him. "I want you to cum in my mouth." She announced. Then she swallowed his entire length. Drew came instantly. He grunted as each jet shot from his shaft and Claire swallowed it all. When he was done, Claire stood up and backed up. She began to slowly undress. First her top, slowly unbuttoning it until her big full bra covered tits were in full view. Then she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to her ankles. She had not replaced her panties after lunch, so her pussy was visible. The little patch of hair was swallowed by the fatness of her swollen lips. She reached behind and unclasped her bra. The weight of her tits caused them to drop as the bra was removed. She stepped out of her skirt and backed up until her ass hit the conference table. She scooted onto the table and spread her legs. Looking down she could see Drew was ready to go again. His cock stuck straight out from his groin. Claire spread her pussy lips and began to talk to Drew. "I want you to take that big fat hard cock of yours and fuck my wet pussy. I want you to fuck me hard and deep. I want you to tell me what a nasty slut I am." Claire was so wound up she didn't really know what was coming out of her mouth. However, Drew didn't mind. He was more than willing to oblige her. "Come on big boy; come treat me like the tramp I am." She ordered. Drew moved to her. He grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders. Doing as she had instructed, he began to talk to her as he shoved his cock balls deep into her. "Is this what you want?" he asked. "Yes!" She moaned. "You want my big hard dick deep in you hungry cunt?" he asked "Yes, fuck me harder." She replied. Both of them were almost whispering, as not to draw attention to the conference room. "You are a nasty little slut aren't you?" Drew teased. "Showing me your big fat tits all the time and teasing me like a horny old bitch." "Yes, Yes, I have wanted you to fuck me for weeks. Fuck me like the slut I am." Claire encouraged. Drew couldn't believe how nasty she was. He did like it though. "Oh I will." He told her. I am going to fuck you like the dirty old whore you have been acting like." He pulled out and dropped her legs from his shoulders. "Now turn over so I can fuck you from behind like all whores should be fucked." Claire turned over and bent over the table. Her hard nipples hit the cold glass covered table and sent chills to her pussy. Drew put his cock at her opening, and drove it all the way in. He wasted no time. He pounded her pussy hard and fast. "You like that you horny bitch? Is that what you've been waiting for?" He asked her. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Her voice was getting louder. her closet door that was ajar. She grabbed the DVD camcorder, stopped the recording and removed the disc. She opened a small, locked cash box that was buried in her closet and tossed the disc in with the rest of her collection. She was going to have quite a show for her mom if she ever needed it. Missy got off the phone and called Larry to her room. She didn't want him around when her mom came home, so she told him that he needed to leave for the evening. She ordered him to go get some dinner and catch a movie. Larry did as Missy instructed, and left the house. When Claire got home shortly after, she was a mess. She obviously had been crying and she began again almost instantly after Missy asked what was going on. Claire explained how she had gone back to work and was very frustrated with Larry's performance at lunch. She explained that she and Drew had been flirting for a while and how when she had seen him, she had lost control and pulled him into a conference room. He had had his way with her. She told Missy how he had taken control and fucked her better than she had been fucked in a long time. She told her how he had made her feel alive again and made her cum more than once. How he made her feel sexy when he talked dirty to her. Then came the quote that made Missy realize that something was wrong. Between all the sobbing, Claire said, "He made me feel the way Larry used to." Missy gasped, then felt a bit ashamed. "You mean you like it when Larry treats you like that?" "What do you mean 'like that'?" Claire asked. Missy chose her words carefully. "Well, like, you know, when he treats you with no respect." She stammered, trying not to offend her mother. What she wanted to say was, "when he treats you like a whore." "Without respect?" Claire snapped. "Larry treats me very well. He loves me and does many things for me, and treats me just fine. What are you talking about?" "I saw you two one day in the bedroom, you know, having sex. He called you 'slut' and talked really nasty to you. He was mean to you. He treated you like a total whore." Claire corrected Missy, "What he does in the bedroom is make me feel desirable. That has nothing to do with not respecting me. He makes me feel sexy and naughty and excited and wanted. I love all that stuff he does and says. It turns me on." Then she paused and said, "Well, he used to. Now all he wants to do is eat my pussy. It is nice, but I want him to fuck me like he used to." Missy got a lump in her throat. "Well, mom, that might be my fault." Claire was puzzled. "What are you talking about?" Missy explained how she didn't like the way Larry was treating her, and she decided to teach him a lesson. Missy explained how Larry used to look at her and she knew he would do anything to get her in bed, and it gave her an idea. Then she explained how she turned Larry into her slave. Claire was confused and hurt all at the same time. Hurt because he was cheating on her. What did she mean "slave"? She had so many questions. Then, Missy figured the best way to explain, was to show Claire the DVDs she had made of Larry. "Let me show you what I mean mom." Then she went to her room and got the videos. Claire sat in the living room in a daze as Missy repeatedly put videos in the player. Her whole world had been turned upside down. She was mad, hurt and confused. However, one thing she was not anymore, was feeling guilty. She now knew Larry had been cheating on her with her own daughter. Her fling with Drew was nothing compared to what he had done. Then the weirdest thing happened. She was watching Larry as he watched Missy get fucked by her friend Jeremy while she humiliated Larry, and she became turned on. She watched as he ate his cum from Missy's used pussy, and Claire's pussy began to tingle. Her nipples became hard and she felt a need to touch herself. She felt her pussy and it was wet. She rubbed it a bit and enjoyed the sensation. Missy noticed and said something to her mom. "Are you turned on?" Claire was started and pulled her hand from between her legs. "I guess I am." She answered. "He really gets off on being dominated huh?" "Oh yea." Missy answered. "He was reluctant at first, but now he is totally obedient." Claire got a devilish smile on her face, and told Missy she had an idea. Later that night..... Larry entered the house and it seemed no one was home. He called out for anyone. There was no answer. He walked into his room and there was Missy lying on his bed. She was wearing a deep green one piece silk teddy with black lace trim, black thigh high stockings and her five inch "come fuck me" pumps. Larry's cock immediately sprung to life. "Come lick my pussy. I want you to eat me on my mom's bed." Missy told him. "Where's you mom? Larry asked. She had a dinner meeting. She won't be home for some time. Now get over here and service my cunt slave." She ordered. Larry unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and dove in. He licked her pussy hard and fast. His cock swelled in his pants and he dry humped the bed trying to get release. Missy grabbed his head and mashed it into her sweltering pussy. "That's a good boy, lick my pussy. Make me cum like a good slave." Larry relished the encouragement and licked harder and faster. "You love my pussy don't you?" Missy asked. Larry just moaned affirmatively as he continued his assault. "Do you love it more than my mom's?" she asked. Larry again moaned a yes. "Tell me, I want to hear it. Tell me how much you love my pussy more than your girl friend's" Larry lifted his face from her cunt, "Yes, yes, I love your pussy more than your mom's" Missy held his head and stared in his eyes, "Why?" she asked. Larry looked at her, "It is the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted. I love licking it and making it cum all over my face. Your mom's pussy is nasty compared to your luscious pussy." Missy just giggled and pushed his face between her legs again. Larry devoured her cunt until she began to cry out with pleasure as her orgasm overtook her. Larry just lapped up all her cum. When she was finished, she ordered him off the bed and told him to strip. Then she walked up to him, turned around and bent over in front of him, then she spread her ass cheeks. "Lick mistress' ass slave." She barked. Larry dove in, plunging his tongue into her dark hole. He furiously did as he was told. Missy rubbed her clit as she reveled in the power and the pleasure. Larry stroked his rock hard cock, trying to release his climax. Claire stood at the door to the room and watched as her daughter dominated and humiliated her boyfriend. The scene was really turning her on. She rubbed her hot pussy through her damp panties. Missy looked up and saw her mother. "See mom, he loves to stroke his little penis as he licks my ass." Larry heard Missy and froze. Looking up he saw Claire. She looked hotter than he had ever seen her look before. She was wearing a red leather bustier that held her big round boobs magnificently. Her matching silk panties were pulled up over the garters that dangled from the bustier. They held up the black fishnet stockings, and of course the spiked red heels finished off the outfit. Claire strolled into the room and walked toward Larry. "Don't stop on account of me." She quipped. Larry began to apologize profusely. "Shut up and keep licking her ass you fucking bastard!" Claire snapped. "After you finish that job, you are going to lick my, what did you call it, 'nasty pussy'. Larry just knelt there with his softening cock in his hand and stared at Claire. "Did you here me you pathetic wimp, lick my daughters ass that you like so much." Larry was stunned, Claire had never been so demanding with him. He found it exciting. He did as he was told. Wedging his nose between Missy's perfect firm ass, he again plunged his tongue deep into her ass. Claire placed her hand on the back of his head and pushed it harder into her daughter's ass. "Get in there nice and deep. Lick it good." Missy was diddling her clit and her second orgasm was coming fast. Claire sat on the bed and spread her legs. Pushing her panties aside, she inserted a couple of fingers into her now very wet pussy. She watched as Larry brought Missy to her climax. She pulled her fingers from her pussy and ordered Larry to come to her. "Clean them." She hissed as she stuck her fingers toward his mouth. Larry opened his mouth and sucked her fingers clean. Claire took her panties off and spread her legs. "Eat my nasty cunt you wimp." She commanded. Larry dove in as enthusiastically as with Missy. He was so turned on. Being dominated by two women was even better than one. He licked and sucked Claire's pussy like a rabid dog. She squeezed her tits and pinched her nipple as he sucked and licked her pussy. Missy joined the fun too. She pushed Larry's face into her mom's snatch and encouraged him, "That's a good boy, lick mommy's dripping cunt. Yank that little pee pee of yours." Larry was about to cum. All the orders and humiliating talk had him extremely hot. Claire heard Missy and ordered Larry to stop stroking his cock. "I have plans for your cum." She told him. Then she continued to massage her big fat tits as Larry brought on her orgasm. "That's it you cheating bastard, it sure doesn't look like you think my cunt is nasty now. Eat me you fuckin' ass licking pussy. Make me cum." Larry sped up his pace. He nibbled and sucked and licked every inch of Claire's drenched snatch. "YES! I'm cumming!" She declared. "Eat me, eat me. Yeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssss!" She bucked her hips and squeezed her tits as the overwhelming sensation of it all consumed her. She was really enjoying this domination thing. She finally recovered from her orgasm and pushed Larry to the ground. She stood up and looked at his swollen cock. You look like you enjoyed that. You like licking ass so much, how about licking my big fat ass." She said as she bent over and displayed it to him. Larry just smiled and began to move toward her big round cheeks. "No!" Claire snapped. "Not yet. If you want to lick my ass, you have to cum all over it first. Stand up and wank that little pecker of yours until you cum all over my ass Then you can Lick my big fat ass." Larry stood up and frantically pulled on his throbbing unit. Moments later he groaned and deposited his warm sticky load all over Claire's big round ass. He stood there after and looked at Claire. "What are you waiting for? Clean my ass. I can't have your cum all over me." Claire barked at him. Larry didn't hesitate. He quickly licked his load all up. Claire was on a domination high. Her whole being tingled as she stroked her clit while Larry lapped up his cum from her ass. When he was done cleaning her ass, Claire had not cum yet. She ordered him to lick her ass hole. "Lick my asshole wimp. Make me cum. Use that tongue of yours to clean my dark place," Larry did exactly that. The moment consumed her and soon Claire was again cumming. She couldn't believe how hot she had been. She had to do this again. Originally she was going to kick Larry out after all this, but decided as she came down from her high, that she could have the best of both worlds, Drew to take care of her one way and Larry to take care of her other needs. Claire stood and went to the restroom to clean up. When she returned, she looked at Larry and spoke, "You have two choices. You can stay here and continue to get a free ride, but from now on you will do as Missy and I demand, and I mean no matter what we command. Or you can pack your shit and leave. You can tell me in the morning, now get up and go sleep on the couch. You no longer are allowed in my bed unless I let you." Larry stood up, grabbed his clothes and slinked out of the room. After he had gone, Claire turned to Missy, "I should be so mad at you young lady, but oh my gawd, I can't believe how hot it is to treat him like that, and he really gets off on it. You must be pretty unbelievable in bed to be able to turn a strong man like that into what he is now. I hope he decides to stay, we could have so much fun." Missy grinned at her mom, "Don't worry, he'll stay. I'll make sure of it." She kissed her mom and left the room. Larry lay on the couch in a bit of a funk. He was contemplating Claire's proposition. He wasn't sure what he would do if he left, but he was not sure he could stay and be what Claire wanted him to be. As he drifted off to sleep, the events of the evening flashed in his mind until he was fast asleep. Several hours later he awoke to find Missy sucking his rock hard cock. He had cum twice that day already, but Missy's expert mouth had little trouble arousing his manhood. The feeling was unbelievable. It has been so long since he had felt that. He grabbed her head and began to guide her rhythm. Missy stroked his cock with her hand and sucked it with her mouth. She deep throated it a couple of times and Larry just grunted his appreciation. When he was about to cum, Missy stopped and stood in front of him. She lifted her night gown over her head and started to play with her tits. Larry just watched as she teased him with he fabulous breasts. His cock ached with desire. She massaged them and pinched her nipples, making them hard. When she felt his orgasm had retreated enough, she straddled his body and impaled her luscious body with his rigid shaft. Slowly she rose up until his unit was almost out of her, then she would drop down hard, driving it deep inside her. Larry grunted with each impalement. He watched as Missy fucked herself with his ever stiffening pole. Soon she was moving with a tempo that gave them both extreme pleasure, but would not let him cum. Missy had him right on the edge when she dropped down once more and stopped. She just sat there grinding her ass into his pelvis as she gripped his cock with her pussy muscles, all the while she fodled her huge mounds and pinched her stiff nipples. Larry pushed up against her trying to relieve his pending climax. "My good little boy isn't going to leave me is he?" Missy asked. Larry didn't answer. Massaging his cock with her pussy she continued, "You know you can't live without my pussy." Larry again tried to get relief. "You would miss eating my sweet pussy and licking my luscious ass wouldn't you?" She teased again. Larry just looked at her. "Answer me!" she demanded. "I guess..." He answered. "...but I don't know if I can stay after what happened tonight." "Sure you can, the only difference from before, is that now you have to service mom just like me. You know you would love that. Sucking her pussy and licking her big fat ass, sucking her big round boobs and licking your cum off her voluptuous body." Missy taunted him as she brought him close to climax and then stopped several times. She leaned forward and let him suck her tits. Then she sat back up and continued to tease him. Larry imagined what she was describing. It sounded so good, but he wanted to get laid too. "What about me, I want to fuck you two also." He told her. Missy thought about it. Then she answered, "I don't know about mom, but I promise to let you use my body to get off once a month if you stay." Larry became very excited. Missy saw it and told him, "Tell me you will stay, and you can cum in my beautiful pussy." "OK, I'll stay! He gasped. Missy very quickly rose up and fell on his cock twice. That was all he needed. He groaned and grunted and what was left in his balls emptied into Missy's cunt. It only took a couple of pumps to finish him off. Larry lay there with a big grin on his face. He kept thinking of how he would get to fuck Missy once a month and it made him happy. Missy slowly removed herself from his cock and moved her pussy directly over Larry's face. Then she lowered her pussy lips to his mouth and ordered him to clean her. Larry licked her pussy as she pushed all his spunk from her dripping cunt. Soon Missy was cumming. Larry licked and sucked until she was clean. Missy rose up and stood next to him.. Bending over, she kissed him on the cheek and said, "That's a good boy, you did a good job, see you in the morning." Morning came and Larry woke up to the sounds of Claire in the kitchen. He dreaded facing her and laid there feigning sleep. Suddenly he was startled by Claire kicking the cushion on the couch where he was lying. "Wake up you cheating bastard." Claire snapped. Larry sat up and faced her. "Well, what's your decision? You staying or going?" She snarled. "I'm staying." He replied sheepishly. "OK, then here are the ground rules. You will do anything my daughter or I demand, or you can pack your shit and leave. When I say anything, I mean anything. I will, as I have been doing for a while now, provide a place to sleep and food for you. That's it. You no longer are my equal, you are my servant. If you don't like the way you are treated, you are always welcome to leave. You are by no mean a captive. If you accept my terms; you do so under your own free will. Do you understand?" Larry shook his head. He did not have much of a choice. He really had no money, and had been living off of Claire for some time now. He accepted it, thinking he would do as told until he could find a job and leave. "Answer me!" she commanded. "Yes, I understand." He replied. Wanting to test her new found power, Claire lifted her foot and placed her heel covered foot on his lap. "Kiss my foot." Larry lifted her foot to his mouth and kissed her shoe. "Higher." Claire demanded. Larry began to kiss up her nylon covered calf and shin. Claire placed her foot next to him on the couch. "Keep going." Larry reached her knee. "That's it, higher." She told him enjoying not only the kissing, but the power. Her pussy began to quiver. She hiked her skirt up as he approached her stocking top. Larry spotted her black lace panties and his cock stirred in his shorts. "Mmmmm, yes, lick my panties." Claire moaned. Larry licked the crotch of her panties, recognizing the smell of her arousal. Claire pressed his face into her now moist undergarment. "Yes." She sighed. Then realizing she would be late for work she ordered him to stop. Then as one last show of her dominance, she turned around and bent over. "Kiss my ass good bye." She said as she snickered a bit. Larry leaned forward and kissed her full round butt on each cheek. "See you tonight." She quipped as she pulled her skirt back down and then walked out the door. Larry sat there with a fully erect dick and pondered his situation. Soon after, Missy woke up and Larry performed his daily chores on her beautiful bald pussy as he jacked off and then licked up his mess. Claire sat in her office hornier than a teenage boy. The entire ride to work was filled with sexual thoughts. She had gotten herself so worked up, that a couple of times she had actually reached down and briefly stroked her pussy through her panties. She needed a good fuck and she knew right where to get it. She got up and walked out of her office and began to scour the building looking for Drew. Finally after about fifteen minutes of searching, she spotted him. She sneaked up behind him and whispered into his ear. "I'm not wearing panties. Meet me in my office in five minutes and you can see." It was a lie, she did have her panties on, but she would get them off before he saw. She turned and walked away, shaking her ass a bit more than usual. Drew watched as she walked away, then he ditched his mail cart into a storage closet and nonchalantly walked to Claire's office. When he got there, he noticed her secretary wasn't there. Wanting some privacy, Claire had sent her out of the office on an errand. He opened the door and walked in. Claire was sitting at her desk waiting for him. She got up and walked to the front of her desk and leaned back against it. "Show me." Drew told her. Claire stood up, spread her legs a bit and slowly lifted the hem of her skirt until her pussy was in full view. Remembering how she liked to be treated, Drew began to talk dirty to her. "You are a nasty old bitch aren't you?" Claire just smiled devilishly. "Get over here and suck my cock." He told her. Claire hurried to him and dropped to her knees and pulled his hardening cock from his pants. Holding the base of it, she opened her mouth and devoured the entire thing. She sucked and stroked with abandon. Drew held her head and slid his cock in and out of her face as she moaned and sucked and stroked his rigid shaft. "You nasty slut, suck my cock so I can fuck you from behind like a dog." Drew told her. "You want my big hard cock in your cunt don't you?" Claire moaned a yes as she looked up from her task. "Get up and go bend over your desk slut." Claire loved being talked to like this, it really turned her on. She stood and walked over to her desk. She leaned across her desk and exposed her dripping pussy. Her big full tits mashed against her desk. Drew walked up behind her and placed his cock at her pussy. "Beg me!" he told her. "Tell me you want my cock deep in your nasty snatch." "Please, fuck my nasty snatch deep with your hard cock." She pleaded. Drew grabbed her hips and instantly began to fuck her hard and deep. He plunged his cock in and then pulled it almost all the way out. Then back in hard. Claire reached across her desk and gripped the other side of it for support. Her tits pressed hard against the desk and she took pleasure in the feeling of her nipples as they grinded against the desk in her blouse and bra. Drew was pounding her hard and telling her what a naughty slut she was when the orgasm rocked her body. The waves of pleasure washed over her and she struggled to hold back the screams. Just as she was finishing her pleasure ride, Drew grunted and thrust his pelvis forward hard. He emptied his full balls deep into her pussy. Claire could feel his seed fill her. He thrust forward a couple more times and then pulled out. "Clean me bitch." He told her. Claire knelt down and licked their combined juices from his softening manhood. When she was done, Drew pulled up his pants, and started to walk out. "Thanks, Give me a holler the next time you get horny." He told her. Then he disappeared out the door. Claire stood and walked to her desk. Cum leaked out of her pussy and oozed down her leg. She was going to go clean up when she remembered watching Larry on video lick Missy's pussy after she got fucked by another man, and she got an evil thought. She grabbed her panties from her desk drawer and wiped the cum off her inner thigh and pulled her panties up trapping the rest of Drew's deposit inside her pussy and her panties. The rest of the day was spent trying to work in complete arousal. She couldn't get the thought of Drew and what she was going to make Larry do when she got home out of her mind. When it was time to go, she said good night to her assistant and drove home in a hurry to experience more of the power she now had over Larry. Upon arriving home, Claire summoned Larry to her room. She had removed all her clothes except for her panties. Her heavy breasts hung on her chest with a bit of sag, but Larry loved playing with them. Her curvaceous body was nothing like Missy's, but Larry still wanted it. His cock became uncomfortable in his pants. Claire ordered him to his knees. Larry complied and Claire walked up to him, nestling her pungent panty covered pussy up to his nose. The smell was familiar to Larry. He knew she had had sex, and that obviously meant with someone else. His jealousy began to stir. What was she doing? What she was doing was abusing her control over him. She was going to show him who was boss now. "Lick my panties." She ordered. Larry did as he was told. The taste was nothing new, but it was worst than before because with Missy it was all about the sex. With Claire however, he was jealous, and he didn't find this arousing at all. He licked and licked until Claire was satisfied. "I got fucked today like you used to fuck me by a young hot stud at work. Can you taste his cum on my panties?" Larry just looked at her without answering, the jealous rage building inside. Then she ordered him to pull them down. He did, and she spread her legs. "Clean my nasty snatch." She said, recalling what Drew had called it earlier in her office. Lick me clean." Larry didn't want to, but concluded he had little choice. He stuck out his tongue and began wiping her pussy with it. The sheer power of it all made Claire euphoric. She moaned and groaned and continued to humiliate Larry. "That's it, eat my lover's cum. Lick me you cheating bastard. How does it feel knowing the woman you supposedly love was getting a good hard fucking just hours ago? Just think how I felt when I found out you were fucking my daughter. Eat my pussy clean." The power was consuming. All that hurt that she felt yesterday when she found out about them poured like venom from her mouth. "He was so much better than you. He made me feel like a woman. You are just an ass licking wimp. Larry felt hurt, mad and ashamed all at the same time. He continued his task until Claire screamed out with pleasure from her orgasm. "Lick my nasty cunt. Yes, I'm cumming!!" Larry licked her until she finished. Claire pushed him back and headed for the shower. Larry sat back and contemplated his situation again. He was more determined now than ever to get out of it. The rest of the night neither one of them spoke, both trying to figure out where to go from here. EPILOGUE: The next morning Larry weighed his options. He really liked servicing Missy, but he could not reconcile in his mind Claire having sex with other men. He did love her, and it hurt too much. As he packed and left he realized what a big mistake he had made. He just had to keep his dick in his pants, and he could have all he needed. Now, he was going to have to get a job, find a place to live and figure out what he would do without the woman he loved and who treated him better than anyone in his life. When Claire got home that day and found the letter, she was indignant about the whole thing. "Fuck him!" she thought. I have Drew and I don't need his ass. However, after a few months, she figured out there was no future with Drew, and she really missed Larry. She had let the jealousy and the power take over her and treated him poorly. She tried to find him, but what she didn't know, was he had moved to another state by then and she failed in her search. Missy of course was fine, she was 19 and hot, she soon forgot about Larry and moved on to many more men, until she married 5 years later. Larry and Claire both regretted their actions for many year, never really finding anyone as good as each other.
JAZ,WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY NEW TEASING OUTFIT? LOVE, MISTRESS TWINBROOK...HOPE YOU LIKE MY UM, LITERARY CREATION!
It was Friday and Linwood was on his way home from work. He didn't have much on his mind, except maybe his date with Cheremie later. Stopped at a traffic light he noticed a garage sale sign on the corner. Turning down the street he saw the house where the activity was going on.
As he was walking up the driveway he noticed there was a lot of items on display. Linwood, never missing a pretty woman , viewed the owner and looked her over trying not to be obvious. Very nice he thought. Looking through all the stuff, he came across a back brace and some other things which he thought might be medical items.
Nancy the owner had noticed him come up the driveway and had not missed seeing him looking her over either. Kind of watching him out of the corner of her eye, she saw him going through the trunk of old things that use to belong to her Ex. Since no one else was at the sale at present she just watched him. Then she saw him pick up one item she had not seen in a long time.
Very embarrassed she noticed it was a chastity belt she had gotten her Ex back when they played games together. However she noticed Linwood was turning it over and around trying to figure out just what it was.
A kind of mischievous feeling crept over
. She thought I'm going to have a little fun here. It would serve him right for staring at her. She walked over and said, "Hi, can I help you find anything?" Nancy
Linwood was polite and said "just checking out some of your things here in this trunk..Except I can't figure out just what this would be used for?"
very calmly said, "that's a male chastity belt that used to belong to my Ex. I didn't know it was in there" Nancy
Linwood without thinking just said, "why would a male need one of these?"
" So that the female can be in complete control", she said. Linwood didn't respond, but she could tell he was really thinking about that statement. In a bit
broke the silence with "haven't you ever been under complete control by someone?" "No I guess not". She could tell by the bulge in his pants that the idea must have had a bit of an effect on him. "Can be kind of exciting sometimes you know", she added. Nancy
Linwood turned the item over and around still trying to figure it out exactly.
She took it from him and said, "here it goes like this..this goes around your waist and your privates go in here. And this goes under and around to this.. " She was enjoying this seeing Linwood still excited. She thought what the heck and said.. "You want to try it on.. If so there is a dressing room over there". With that she left him alone. Back at her table she saw that Linwood had indeed gone back to the dressing room.
Linwood dropped his pants and with a bit of adjusting got the belt to fit his waist and after studying it got his cock into the tube and as he was trying to fit the other pieces into place heard the sound of the lock ratchet falling into place and the shock hit him that he was now locked into this thing and had no way to undo it. This was going to be very embarsing for him to have to tell the owner that he needed help. Pulling his pants back up.. And trying to get some courage, he found
back over at the sale table. Nancy
Observing that there were still no other customers, thank goodness, he approached
and said, "excuse me I have a slight problem!" "I seem to have gotten this thing locked on me and need some way to undo it." Nancy
tried to keep a straight face. Her first thought was to rescue him, but just then a better idea came into her mind! Well she told Linwood, "there is a slight problem in that I will have to locate the Key". Nancy
"You don't have it here. Linwood blurted out?"
"No. But if you come back tomorrow morning I should have it".
Linwood just replied "what am I suppose to do tonight?
said with a smile.. As Linwood was walking to his car he was thinking what will I tell Cheremie about our date tonight. Nancy
was up early Saturday morning betting Linwood would be there as soon as the sale opened at . Knowing that he would not miss looking at her again she decided to put on something that would really get him excited, but without the ability to get an erection would be uncomfortable for him. (teasing has always been her thing !) She decided on a short slick skirt with a charcoal see-through blouse. To top it off so to speak she also put on a leather bra. This should do it she thought. Nancy
Linwood was not the first one to arrive at the sale; Two elderly ladies were looking at the cloths when Linwood drove up.
kept talking to the ladies, but made sure Linwood had a good view of her. She could tell Linwood was having a bit of a problem walking around. That old feeling of being in control was getting her even more excited. Nancy
In a bit the ladies left and Linwood came right to the point. "Did you find the Key?' Of course she had the key all along.
"Yes I did",
smiled. "Good can I have it then?" Nancy
"Well I have been thinking Linwood, that was the name right?"
"I am going to give you the Chastity Belt, but the Key is going to cost you!"
Linwood had no choice. "Ok.. How much?"
said with a grin. But she added "I'm going to make you a deal. I'll reduce it by $25 every for day it stays on". Nancy
Linwood, knowing there was no way he could come up with that kind of money now realizes that she has complete control of him. I don't have any credit either, what else can I do?
NOW's the chance Nancy has really been looking for, "well Linwood why don't you come over Monday night and I bet there are a few special chores I can find for you to do. If you do well I will pay you a little bit to help out with your problem". With that she just happened to push out her breasts just a bit. Linwood didn't know why he kept getting excited being in this situation, but
did! She knew she had found something in Linwood, a complete stranger that he didn't even know about himself. Nancy
It was becoming hard for her to sit still; "Here is my number.. You are to call before you come!" knowing he would be over just as she planned.
As Linwood drove home he thought - lets see $1000 divided by $25 - "Oh my that's 40 days!" With what I can scrape up and with maybe a bit of pay for doing those chores that's still a month! But then the thought of
in that outfit he just saw her in.. And thinking of her completely controlling him, a complete stranger got The experience of the weekend, not to mention the predicament of having a metal contraption locking him up without a means of sexual release, has left little time to get any sleep. Nancy
Linwood led a fairly normal life, had a good job, a steady girlfriend, and enjoyed the outdoors. He normally wouldn't have been even thinking any sexual thoughts, but now that he could not do anything about it, his thoughts keep going to what he can't have. Just what was he thinking when he had to try on this thing. The electricity of the moment came back to him as he remembered her saying "if you want to try it on.".
Well now I am in this thing and what am I going to do about it? He was just about to make a call to a friend who he knew would loan him the $1000 with no questions asked, when the thought of the owner of this thing came vividly into his mind. Just seeing her standing there, long brown hair parted and flowing down both sides of her pretty face, brought on that strange feeling again. He hung the phone up and did not make the call to his friend.
That comment she made that froze him there in her garage "haven't you ever been controlled by someone..", made him realize this girl, who he didn't even know her name, is already controlling his life. He has to admit to himself that he is a little bit afraid of the situation he has gotten himself into, as well as afraid of himself. Sleep is almost impossible. New thoughts racing through his mind, and frustrated that they make him horny and excited with no way to escape ! Just think sleep !
After Linwood drove off
felt a little bad, thinking maybe she was taking advantage of the situation like this; however she reminded herself, he is the one that installed it all on his own. Not like her ex who she had to beg and beg to finally let her get him the chastity belt in the first place. Even then he complained and moaned about it to the point she really did not see any use in it. She did not like to think it was used for punishment, more of a forced restraint for better things to come ! Her ex did not get into her games really, he just told her what she wanted to hear. She could never find out what he wanted , other than what he told her on the surface. She was the giver and he was the taker in their relationship. Nancy
Out of no where comes this decent looking guy, whom in all innocence, gets excited about trying something new and unknown. Maybe a little stupid she laughs, but it starts to excite her again. She was remembering asking him if he wanted to try it on.. (how she had the nerve to do that still suprises her). Then the whole garage sale was blocked out of her mind as she watched to see if he would head to the dressing room with it. When she saw that he did , excitement she had only dreamed of spread across her.
She only had to shut her eyes to vision seeing it on him ! When he came out and he was not carrying the chastity belt in his hands, maybe she thought he had left it in the dressing room. Talk about a hot flash coming across her body, when he had to stumble around for the words to tell her he had locked himself up in it. Hardly being able to talk herself, she couldn't think and just told him to come back tomorrow for the key. All Friday night
could not get her mind off her old desires. Nancy
Her ex had shattered her expectations in these fantasies. In fact she had successfully gotten them out of her mind. Or when she saw a magazine with some light bondage or saw her leather and rubber outfits in her drawer they came back for a brief moment. But tonight was way different. She was wondering if Linwood was really mad right now or not. What is he thinking. Does he sort of enjoy this new experience? Oh if he did !
She remembered making up her mind to go ahead and give him the Belt, but selling him the key for a large amount of money. That way she knew he would know it was control and not just the money. If he wanted out he had his way. She did hope, seeing the poor car he was driving, that he couldn't come up with the money right away! Anyway it was done and she had put the ball in his court, well he wasn't playing ball right now for sure. She knew he would call Monday night but it would probably be to tell her he had the $1000.
really did not have her hopes up.. She had been hurt too much in this area. She was always weaving her dreams into her fantasies only to have them torn down again. Nancy
The telephone rang."Hello this is Linwood. The one from the garage sale Friday." I'm sorry I don't remember you, did you leave something here by mistake she said, knowing full well who it was. She wanted to tease him ,it was just part of her nature. She couldn't help it. She did this to everyone, so she especially would to Linwood in his situation. "No.. ah.ah..this is the Linwood that got locked out..I mean up, I'm calling you like you told me too. " "Oh yes the Key" "Ok come over, you know the way, we can talk"
Her heart is racing a mile a minute! I can't let myself get so worked up, she thought. The $1000 would really make the garage sale a monetary success beyond what she had ever planned, but that's not what she really wants..What am I going to do or say if he does not bring the money. I will think of something. First I got to change. I will wear something completely covering, as he will surly expect another similar outfit. I am not going to give him any expectations just in case he stays, those will come later if he's a good boy, she smiles.
The door bell rings and she lets Linwood inside. She looks at his crotch forgetting that she bought a good belt, one that could be warn under pants 24 hours a day without showing. She greeted him with "hi, how are you doing?" "As if you didn't know ", was Linwoods quick reply. His tone of voice was still pleasant so she knew he was not mad at her. "Come over and sit down and tell me what you have decided" Even though she is not dressed like he would have liked to have seen her, he feels those strange feelings coming over him again. He pauses just admiring her long brown hair again. For some reason he is not thinking of what he would like to do with her, instead it's a different feeling, that same one that overcame him when he had to tell her he had locked himself into this belt. It takes along time for him to come up with the words and she is not speaking as well. "I don't have the money" so you win! I don't think it is so much as winning as you think, she said. "I figured it is going to be 40 days to pay you off, if I can't come up with any money". " I should have a part of it soon though." "What can I do to earn some days off from you?"
can hardly sit still. As soon as she heard "I don't have the money..." she started to get wet. Remember when you asked me why a male would need one of these? Nancy
Linwood answered "Yes".
Do you remember what I said.
Then you know you are in my control.
Ok..Then if you are going to work here for me there are going to be some rules.. If you do not obey them completely then there will be days added to your requirement, understand? This thought had never occurred to him. She could see he really didn't understand that, well if you had an employee who didn't perform well wouldn't you do something? He had to agree to that.
"Ok..I guess so"
Then here are the rules.
1. You will always refer to me as "Ma'am".
2. You will wear what I tell you to.
3. You will be on time.
4. You will ask me for everything.
5. You will wear this pager everywhere, even when you sleep. (She had other ideas for this if things worked out)
6 If I ask you a question you answer me very truthfully. I except no lies.
Do you have any problem with these?
"No what?" she said.
"That's better !" I don't have a uniform for you today. Leave your measurements for me when you leave. She thought of measuring him herself, but she thought she might lose control so she decided not to. Since it is getting late you will just need to clean up and straighten my den.
"Does this get you excited?", she asked surprising him.
This Tease, she knows if I say Yes I will be submitting even more. And if I say no and she catches me lying I will be in trouble already. After a pause he says "yes Ma'am".
"Good" is all she replies with.
In the Den before Linwood came over,
had placed some magazines on the coffee table. Each magazine had a different bent. One was a catalog of leather items, and one was a magazine of rubber outfits, and the other was a sports magazine. If one was out of place and had been picked up and looked at she would be able to tell. If Linwood took a peek at one of the magazines she would know which had his main interest. She could have asked him later, but he might tell her what he thought she wanted to hear. She wasn't going to get back into that routine like her ex put her through. No she wanted to really find out what turned Linwood on. Even though she would be in control, her desire was to make him like it ! The more he enjoyed it under her control the more excited she knew she would become. Nancy
him very uncomfortable again.. As soon as Linwood left,
went straight to the Den to see if her idea had worked. Sure enough the magazines had been moved. The catalog of leather gear had been picked up and had not been replaced on the coffee table. She remembered coming down the hall and hearing Linwood scamper over to the windows as if he had to do some last minute cleaning there. I guess that is when he must of dropped the magazine on the couch, not wanting to get caught. Leather. Hmm! This gave her an idea. Nancy
Tuesday evening she paged him on the pager to see if he was indeed following her rules. "Linwood do you want to earn some more time tonight?"
"Yes Ma'am, if I may".
"Ok..Be here at 6:00" she said trying to use a stern voice. "Oh yes and wear some tight blue jeans".
"I only have one pair and they are." wash." But she had already hung up. I think this is going to be a long night, he thought.
didn't seem to be very friendly with him. Well maybe he could check out her magazines again.. That was pretty exciting. Nancy
When he arrived She did seem to like him in the jeans she requested. She gave him a list of chores that she needed done. Actually things that she really needed help with. Tending to business she got out a calendar and said "lets see, you have met four days of your requirement so far, and if you do good tonight I will give you two half days". "That means only 35 days left. Will that be ok?" She always made him agree like she left him room to complain for some reason. "That's all for now" she said.
Linwood was anxious to check out the Den. It was interesting that the first thing on the list was in the Den. Fix the middle drawer of the chest it said. He was good at woodwork, so no problem. Upon entering the Den he saw that the magazines were missing from the coffee table. What a disappointment. Going over to the dresser he pulled out the middle drawer. The top drawer was also out just a little. He was about to push it in when he noticed a picture on the top of a stack of papers.
Wow! It is a picture of
in a Leather outfit. Nancy
He looked over his shoulder to see if he was alone. Ok for now. He was afraid to take it out, just so opened the drawer a bit more to get a good view of it. There stood
tuned a bit to the side, her brown hair done up on her head. The curve of her face seemed to accent the sexy eyes. The leather collar breaking the spell between her beautiful face to her chest. The leather bra pressing her full firm breasts into her chest made it very hard for him to breathe with the belt keeping him from really enjoying this moment like it should be. As his eyes slowly inched there way further down, the V of her crotch barely covered by a patch of fine leather, made him want to move his fingers along the outline of the straps. Nancy
"How are you coming along on the drawer?" he heard her say as she was almost to the doorway.
Damn, He had not heard her coming down the hall. Getting the drawer shut just in time, he picked up the broken one and said "a bit slow, but I think I can get it fixed" That was close.
Her ex had some tools in the garage she had not sold at the garage sale he could use to fix the drawer. The rest of the evening he could not get back to the Den. She made small talk with him the rest of the evening, and noticed he was looking at her a little differently. Some times he seemed to be looking at her but dreaming off somewhere else. It was getting late so she said she would mark down his time. Oh yes she said "tomorrow I have to do some things so I will not be able to get you to work..Call me Thursday, OK?"
"Yes Ma'am, I will", he said as he left.
She went right to the Den. Sure enough the top drawer was pushed in and the picture was all the way to the back, like the drawer had been pushed in rather quickly. She knew she had given him a view that should make him really uncomfortable. I really shouldn't tease him like this, she thought, but it sure is exciting.
Wednesday all day, and that night were the worst Linwood had experienced sense he got himself into the chastity belt. He ached for relief. It would be so good. He knew it would be over so fast and then what?. He was beginning to know he really liked this. That picture! If he curled up just so he could almost get the pressure off his trying erection as he thought about the picture.
got some scotch tape out and placed a small bit over the edge of the top drawer. This way if it were to be opened she would know. She was planning to tease Linwood again tonight. Knowing he kept going back to her picture would make her even more excited. She liked the idea of turning him on. I just wish he could have his penis free so he could fully enjoy it with her, she thought, but she was not ready for that just yet. It was her decision.not his. As long as he came back for more she got even more excited. It was fun staying one step ahead of him as well. By now she had got so wound up in her game she needed some relief. She didn't need much physical pressure with all the mental games she had been playing. She came very quickly! Her Ex never gave her the pleasure she needed, now just a touch did it! She had been so disappointed in the belt; it was an idea given to her by her girlfriend Laura. But after all her expectations had been crushed she almost threw it away. I never thought it would lead to this much excitement, she thought. Nancy
Linwood arrived around . "Would you carry this to the Den for me?" she said as she gave him a box.
"Yes Ma'am" he replied smiling. As soon as he got to the Den he went straight for the drawer. Opening it he just starred at the picture, making sure he had not lost even one detail. Yes just as magnificent as he remembered. Well better get back and see what else she needs, he thought. She had a number of other jobs for him to do, but she replaced the tape each time he had gone into the Den. Linwood had not missed a single chance to peek a view of the picture.
had not missed a chance at catching him as well. The tape was broken each time she had replaced it. She was really enjoying this game. Nancy
Friday Nancy paged Linwood at work. "Can you come by early tonight. It has been one week and you have been a pretty good sport and I want to take you out to dinner?" she asked. Boy this caught him by surprise.
"Yes Ma'am" I would like that." "Plus I'm hungry!" They both laughed.
She liked it that he could relax with her. Linwood was learning that girls are not sex objects as well. Creators of strong desires maybe, Linwood was about to get another surprise. "If you would wait in the Den I will be there in just a minute" she told him. Knowing he would go right for the picture, she waited a few minutes and then very quietly walked in behind him and said "do you like that picture?"
Linwood almost shut his fingers in the drawer he shut it so fast and hard. "I.I.Yes Ma'am.but I".
"Its ok Linwood, I'm glad you like it" "Have you seen it before?" she asked.
Remembering the rule about lying, Linwood said "Yes Ma'am"
"Have you been wasting time looking at me when you were suppose to be working?" she asked.
"Yes Ma'am" "You know I should punish you don't you?"
"Well instead I'm going to offer you a trade since its your one week anniversary. Will you trade adding an extra day to your requirement if you can see me in that outfit? Remember, it will make you suffer, as I won't release the belt"
Linwood didn't even have to pause, "Yes Ma'am I will gladly trade!"
"Sit down and I will be right back" she said, and added "If you can" and smiled.
Linwood couldn't believe he was going to really see her in her leather outfit. He was already uncomfortable, what was it going to be like when she returned.
was so hot just getting the leather outfit out of the drawer she almost had passed out.. She really got excited putting it on. This time she was in control and did not feel like she was being used to model it for someone. They both wanted it. He was even willing to make a sacrifice. Nancy
As she walked in, Linwood could not believe how great she looked. If the picture was a 10 then
was a 20. She just turned around and around letting him soak her all in. They neither said a word. After a few minutes She said, "I guess you are hungry?" Nancy
"Oh yes Ma'am" he blurted back.
"I mean for food, silly" she laughed. "Here help me into this dress" She had brought a soft leather dress with a zipper up the back full length. She was going to put the dress over the leather outfit and go out to dinner.
"WoW" is all Linwood could think.
Some of the leather straps even showed through if you knew what you were looking at. And the collar still showed. She didn't care. She took his hand and said, "let's go"
They ate and talked a bit. She wanted to get to know him just a little bit better. After all they were spending a lot of time together. Then again where else could he go if he wanted to do anything at all. But he traded for this night, and with the smile on his face he seemed to be enjoying it.
"Hey do you want to go to my friends? She is having a garage sale" she said without thinking.
Linwood grinned and said, "I don't think I can be trusted at garage sales, do you?" They both laughed hard at that. " I will keep an eye on you and keep you out of trouble, I promise". When they arrived at Laura's garage sale,
introduced Linwood as her good friend. To Linwood it looked like a typical girls thing garage sale. Clothes and dishes and some household items, nothing he would be interested in seeing. Nancy
Nancy and Laura talked for awhile then
asked "hey do you have any of those sexy toys in your garage sale?" "Well you just can't put those things out on the table you know" Nancy
"I didn't plan on selling any, but for you I guess I can get the box out for you to look at".
Linwood was a little shy, but it was bound to beat looking at dishes. Laura brought the box out and it looked like he recognized most of the items. He saw one that was different to him and he picked it up and looked at it with that questionable look that got him in trouble the last time.
"You don't know what that is do you?" asked
. It looked like a little lampshade with a lace up side..Or a miniature corset. Very narrow at the top about 3/4 inch and maybe Nancy 3 inacross at the bottom if it were laced up.
"No Ma'am I don't"
Well it's to be placed around a guys balls and it squeezes them and pushes them down and out.
"What does it feel like?" Linwood asked.
"Now how would I know?" she laughed. I could never get the Ex to let me try one on him. She saw Linwood bending over a bit uncomfortable. "You aren't getting turned on are you?" He didn't have to answer. "Do you want me to try it on you then?" She almost blurted out herself.
didn't wait for an answer. Nancy
"Laura may we use your dressing room for a minute?" as she started for the door.
Linwood was trying to hide his excitement but it was no use. As soon as they were inside alone she said "I will be gentle and I'm sorry if you are uncomfortable" She turned him around with his backside to her and said drop your pants and relax. Linwood was very nervous but also very excited. She was a little surprised at the size of his balls, but remembered he hadn't had sex for at least 8 days. She put it around them and started lacing the strings through the holes.
" You know this is a little like the chastity belt in that you cannot get to these strings from your angle without a lot of trouble" she asked Linwood was so excited and uncomfortable at the same time he could hardly control anything especially answer her. She laced it snug but not too tight. She pulled the strings together and tied them and asked him if it was hurting.
"Not really" he replied. They looked absolutely great she thought. She usually was not the visual type, more into the emotional attraction, but this was great. She always liked to touch. Her ex had liked it at first, but had not encouraged her so she had lost interest.
was taking advantage of this while it was right in front of her. Seeing him in the belt and now tied up as well was sure making her more excited than she had been in a long time. It felt good. Before she had him pull up his pants she just had to run her fingers across them and feel how smooth and tight they had become. Nancy
"Pull your pants up and lets go look at some more stuff" she said. They stayed a bit longer at the sale.
could tell by the way Linwood kept eyeing her in the dress and outfit that he really liked what he saw. This pleased her. She also could tell he was a bit uncomfortable so she took him back and untied him. "Let's go, I'm ready to leave " she announced to him. Nancy
As soon as they got into the car,
scooted over close to Linwood. "Well, was tonight worth the trade?" she asked. Linwood looked over at her. Looked her up and down so she knew what he was doing. Then pulled the car over to the curb and pulling her long brown hair over a bit, kissed her oh so softly. Nancy
"Ma'am, may I ask you something" he requested.
"Yes Linwood, what"
"What is your name?"
, we have been spending a lot of time together, and I have never felt so excited in my life." " I have not even asked you for a date, which seems kind of strange to me" Nancy
"All this is strange to me" "But I really like it, thanks"
"What I would like is to have a date with you tomorrow, You won't even have to count it Against the time "
replied quickly "Ok, I would like that" Nancy
Linwood drove on and
just put her hand over on his leg. She just had to touch him again and asked if it bothered him. "Of course it does, but I want you to" he said. She just kept her warm hand on his leg the rest of the way. Nancy
When they arrived home, she got out and said goodnight. She didn't trust herself to have him come inside. She knew that she was about to give him the key for a present soon anyway. But she just had to be able to tease him a little more. Anyway she had a great evening and wasn't sure she was willing to give him up just yet.
And tomorrow would be their first Date..
Later Friday night,
couldn't sleep. She wanted to call Linwood but couldn't find the words she wanted. She just knew she wanted more. Nancy
Linwood drove over early Saturday morning and
was just getting up and around. "Morning Nancy , I hope I am not too early" Nancy
"No, I have had my shower and was about to have a cup of coffee, You care to join me?" They sat down at the breakfast table.
Linwood said, " Well I wondered if you would like to go out to eat, and then see a show?" He was thinking, not too original but then he didn't want to push his luck either.
was letting her mind wonder a bit. She was still excited from their time together last night. A strong desire was coming over her, and she couldn't get it to go away. "You want to see a show?" she asked. Nancy
"Well yes unless you have something else you had rather go to..."
" Would you be interested in something different this morning?" she was already planning. "Would you be willing to make a trade again this morning?" she asked. "You will have to do what I tell you, ok?"
Linwood could see that look in her eyes and replied "Yes Ma'am" without even thinking of what he was calling her. He liked it when she was in complete control.
"Ok..Come with me" she told him.
He followed her into the Den . She walked over by the wall and pulled back the rug. On the floor were two rings. Above he noticed two chains with rings in them as well. He thought these were part of an exercise gym. He was close to right.
"Stand right here please" she said.
He didn't know why he responded so fast, but he did.
"Be completely still". She slid his pants to the floor and he stepped out of them without saying a word. She continued to completely undress him. She cuffed his legs to the rings in the floor and said "raise your arms and hold onto these rings" He did as he was told, getting more excited as she completed each task. After cuffing his wrists above his head she stepped back to just look at him. Seeing him there nude except for his belt really was nice. She walked all the way around him. Really wanting to touch him, but knowing she would wait until the time was right. "Lets take this belt off now so you can really enjoy this like I want you to" It made it even more exciting hearing that even his excitement was something she commanded. "You wanted to see a show, so I am going to give you one!" she told him. " I will be right back, don't go away" she giggled.
Putting on her vinyl outfit with black gloves and boots was making her soak her panties. After it was all the way on she went back to the Den. Linwood was thrilled. "I see you like it" she said as she saw his very erect cock twitch. After 9 days without relief, Linwood could hardly hold back. "You are excited aren't you?" she said.
"Yes Ma'am" you know I am.
"Don't cum unless I let you!" she replied quickly.
"I'm Trying, Ma'am" was all he could say.
She turned around and lifted her full bare breasts up for him to feast upon. Then she bent over for him to see the really full hips she knew he would love to rub against about now. "Am I bothering you?, she teased" She left before he could reply.
Next she put on the same leather outfit that Linwood so much enjoyed in the picture, and seeing her when they went out last night. When she came in she could tell Linwood approved. Without saying a word she tossed her long hair he so loved in front of her. It covered her face and breasts. Looking a bit like a stern mistress at this point she walked up to the front of Linwood, stopping only inches away.
"Do you like this Linwood?" " Do you want to feel me?" "Want to feel this leather and my skin touching you at the same time?" At this point she pushed her front into him, feeling his hard cock push into her stomach and she pressed her breasts hard into his chest. He couldn't control himself at all. As
put her arms around Linwood she had to hang on as his pelvis pushed back into her and his hips moved with the spasm his body was going through. After such a long wait he could not hold back anything. His hard cock pulsed as the cum exploded all over the front of her. Linwood couldn't even hold back his moans. It was all he could do not to scream. She just held onto him tight and let him ride it out. Nancy
"I'm sorry Ma'am" Linwood said. She quickly kissed him very hard and told him" its ok. "I caused it and I think you enjoyed it"
With that she kissed him again, pushing her tongue deep too meet his and then backing up and slowly kissing his neck and shoulders. As she continued to kiss each nipple she felt his cock reach its full length again. Kissing her way down she made it to his shaft and running her tongue all the way along it she felt it grow harder. Placing her lips around him she ran her hand up his legs and taking hold of his balls she brought him again to complete satisfaction. Finally as he was so weak he could hardly stand anymore she asked him "had enough?"
"Let me hear you ask for more then".
"Please Ma'am don't stop" pleaded Linwood
She had enjoyed watching him as she showed off her outfits. "Would you like to see more of them?" she asked.
"Yes" he said.
"Yes what?" she scolded. He had forgot to address her properly.
"Yes Ma'am" he replied quickly..
" Not good enough she snapped. I will still let you see my outfit but lets make it a bit more interesting for you. She left and came back holding a long leather shoelace. She uncuffed his arms and reattached them to the rings on the floor. He was now bent over with his rear sticking high in the air. She had him stoop a bit and took his balls and tied the leather lace around them rather tight and took a few wraps more and tied that off as well. Now they were really bulging out and getting tighter as they swelled a bit. Real nice she thought rubbing them and feeling his cock grow to new lengths. "Not yet, but I do like it" she said.
He thought she was through. But she took the remainder of the long lace and tied it to a collar she had attached to his neck. Now to look up in front of him he had to raise his neck up quite a bit. When he did it pulled hard on his balls causing him some uncomfort.
left and came back wearing a black outfit with her bare breasts exposed and holding a ridding crop. Nancy
"You like this one?" she asked.
He pulled his neck up trying to see her better only to pull his balls forward and tight.
liked this. "Stay put that's an order" she said. She walked up to him.. letting her full soft breasts rub across his bottom. She couldn't help touching him all over as he started to moan softly. As she got in front of him she placed her breasts in front of his face and said "I want you to kiss these until I tell you to stop" She made sure he had to reach high in order to kiss them, making him pull even harder on his balls. She was doing what she liked most. Making him do what she wanted and liking it. Even if he had to endure some discomfort as a reward for enjoyment she liked pleasing him as he was pleasing her. Nancy
She thought isn't this what pleasure is all about? After she knew he must really be getting horny she untied his collar. Letting it drop to the floor she told him to stop kissing her breasts. She stepped back and unlaced the front of her outfit exposing all of her to Linwood for the first time. Laying back and pulling him over on her she just said." You earned it, I want all of you NOW"
This was all he had been waiting for! Linwood moved quickly to please her. As if he was free, but wanting to please her in every way. As he kissed her hard on the lips, she guided him into her, meeting him with every stroke.
just remembered "Oh, I forgot, You want me to untie your balls, I'm sorry" Nancy
He said "Only if you need to".
She smiled as she reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around them and just squeezed instead, bringing him over the edge as she knew she could when and how she wanted. And Linwood Loved it.
After what seemed like no time at all,
said "You have pleased me very much, would you like to go eat now?" Nancy
She took his hands and placing them on each of her breasts kissed him and said "My name is
right now not Ma'am". She got up and without saying a word went and got his belt and reached around his waist to put it on while looking into his eyes. Nancy
"You still owe me some days , Ok?" really seeing if he was going to object.
Linwood returned the favor taking her hands and placed them on his buns and kissed her back. She just hugged him.
Elyce glanced at the clock and gave a small, surprised gasp. It seemed that "she" had just gotten home and put down her briefcase, stealing a few moments to shed the day and unwind a bit before starting dinner. At least a half hour had passed, and her lover was due to come home any moment. Elyce smiled to herself, and felt a stirring below her belly button, as she knew tonight was one of those special nights, with romance one of the chief ingredients.
The next few moments were a flurry of quick, decisive movements...uncorking the wine and setting it to breathe; grabbing a casserole out of the fridge and pushing it into the microwave; arranging some flatbreads in a basket and setting the table.
While the casserole heated, Elyce carefully removed her pant suit, and quickly changed into something more feminine to await her lover. White lace bra and g-string panties accentuated her womanly form, though nothing was hidden from view. A lacy garter belt fastened the old fashioned stockings that she slid over her legs. A simple, low-cut satin lycra mini dress that just covered the tops of the stockings when she stood to check her image in the mirror finished the look. Sexy, but not tarty. Someone will be sooo pleased! A quick spritz of a favorite scent, a quick glance around, and all was in order....
As Elyce prepared, she was acutely aware of the "feel" of the stockings as they touched lightly against each other, the silky sense of the smooth and shiny lycra as her hands brushed against it, the feel of the high stiletto heels and how they tipped her slightly forward, revealing a hint of thong satin panty under the mini dress as it pushed her ass into a prone and sexually accessible posture.
Elyce knew that soon Mistress would be home, and she would serve Mistress, relax her, cater to her, and present herself to Mistress for her pleasure later that night, Elyce knew that the silky dress would be the "wrapping" for Mistress's favorite presents: Elyce's body for her use and pleasure, Elyce's tongue for her orgasms, the look in Elyce's eyes as she kneeled before Mistress, tied, ballgagged, having to watch Mistress pleasure and tease her pussy just inches from Elyce's hungry mouth, to later be locked in an embrace as their stockings and satin rubbed against each others, as Mistress mounted Elyce to receive the oral worship she so loved....
All was ready, and Elyce could hear Mistress approaching, climbing the long 4-flight journey to the apartment. The wine was poured, the soft sensual music was on.....One quick check in the mirror to make sure the wig and make up was good and..
The lipstick... The lips were all wrong! Mistress spent hours teaching Elyce how to properly prepare lipstick for a slut's mouth, thick and red lips, pencil lining the outside to make the lips full and ready to suck Mistress's strap on dick or lick a pussy- and the lines were NOT straight.....
Elyce thought of running to the bathroom before Mistress was..........
The door opened......
"Honey...I'm home!" she called as she fumbled with packages at the door.
Wait a moment... why was she fumbling? Where was her mate to help her with her pocketbook, shoes and coat?
"Are you home?" She was a bit alarmed, as Elyce got out of work a full hour and a half before she did, and worked close enough to the duplex apartment they shared to walk home.
"I'll be right there" was the muffled reply from the bathroom.
"Are you OK? Are you sick, darling?" Concern crossed Wynona's brow, as the household ran on very strict rules. Ritual and time to interact together cemented a lovely relationship that was entering it's second year. The door greeting ritual was one that Wynona particularly looked forward to, as it allowed the two to show their devotion to each other in a very basic way, and set the tone for the rest of the evening. Tossing the flowers that she had bought her "wife" for their anniversary, Wynona rushed to the bathroom and opened the door.
"Ohhhhh...." Elyce stood there, pale and trembling a bit....totally lovely except for the messy smear of lipstick across her mouth and cheek...she clutched a wadded tissue in one hand.
"What is the meaning of this, Elyce?"
Well, Mistress, I um..Didn't..
"YOU ARE HESITATING! You didn't meet me at the door DRESSED in your dress and heels? WELL?"
"Well Mistress, I was fixing my lipstick to please you. "
"Uh HUH" she said doubtfully.. "Well what are we going to do about this. I did have a night of "stocking-rubbing" and release.. and you KNOW what will NOT COME OFF TONIGHT! Instead I think it will be a night of being tied up and ballgagged, used - and then you can watch me pleasure MYSELF. maybe if you are good I will let you keep my dildo wet for me in between plunges.."
"But you do look pretty in that shiny minidress and stockings and heels. I may use you tonight with my strap-on. You know what a thrill that is for me, love the power, love the feeling>" Elyce forced a smile, then just lowered her head.
With the words ringing in Elyce's ears about the look of the mini dress, she thought how they first met. It was a busy Halloween night and the party was full of celebrants! Jason's interest in sexy woman's clothes was always there, having grown up with all girls in his family, but his interest was always in women wearing those clothes, not him. But on a dare and with the help of a professional make up artist friend of his, he dressed in a long black wig with bangs, a corset, and mini dress and heels for the party. When he did, two things happened: He looked great as a woman, most passable and sexy, and He liked the feel, it was most erotic.
Jason had been involved in the BDSM scene for years, and was a submissive. But never did he couple woman's clothes with being submissive. Most of his BDSM play encounters dealt with him naked, and the DOMMES dressed in leather, latex, stiletto boots, and other standard DOMME outfits. When Jason met Wynona at the Halloween party, there was an immediate chemistry. Wynona, with her long black Raven Hair and sensual lips, caught his eye. Her outfit, A BLACK CORSET, flairy satin skirt, high boots, and a riding crop in hand caught Jason (ELYCE's) eye like a magnet to steel.
Upon first glance n the dark room across the floor, Wynona thought Jason WAS Elyce! Elyce's gold lame mini dress, platform heels, and stockings caught Wynona's eye, and the kitten collar and dangling chain from Elyce's neck REALLY caught her eye. "AAHH, a Twinkie" thought Wynona. She walked up to Elyce, grabbed the dangling leash, and said "Hello". Upon getting that close and hearing Elyce's (Jason's) whispering voice, Wynona realized that Elyce was a MALE dressed as a woman, and looked HOT! "THIS IS GOOD!", Wynona thought, "This is "VERY VERY GOOD". Wynona was not a lesbian, and preferred men, however, she did have a strong bi-sexual interest, and often thought how great it would be to have a strong and handsome man at her side by day, or out at night, and have him "transform" into a sexy silky "Twinkie" at home at night for feminine sexual pleasures, satin against satin, stockings against stockings, sweet "perfume and lipstick" nights.
After some brief small talk, the "white-heat" was so hot that Wynona and "Elyce" left the party and headed for Wynona's apartment, for some wine and talk. What ensued was a night of sexual bliss, light BDSM which would later grow strong and intense over time, and the realization for both of them that they were two very unique people with a very exotic and singular desire for this unusual "special pleasure" . This was the beginning of their relationship.
Wynona's demands were simple in concept, Jason was to be her man, dressed as a man at all times in public (except for BDSM parties etc...) and would behave as such. BUT, at night after he returned from work and had his evening shower, Elyce must emerge from the bathroom, freshly shaved, perfumed, and lubed for pleasure. Both Jason and Elyce would be sub to Wynona at all times, though usually couched in public. Elyce was Mistress Wynona's property, her lover, her slave, her sexual toy, and her "Twinkie". Elyce's personality must transform along with the clothes, so Elyce acted and spoke feminine, and please the Mistress in this fashion. This was actually quite easy for Jason, because sexy silky clothes and high heels had that effect on him immediately anyway!
An additional problem was solved when Wynona began to enforce "CHASTITY" on Jason. Jason was an ardent masturbator, and had been for his whole life. He was ordered to stop, but a verbal order cannot change many years of habit. SO Wynona used a small black tube, secured by a small gold padlock to secure Jason's penis by day. At night, after greeting Mistress at the door as "ELYCE, the device was removed so the Mistress could have full access to it if she chose. It also made an unsightly bulge in a tight mini skirt, so it was removed when Jason became Elyce. For Jason, the chastity device was most effective, but also most distressing, as ever sexual thought, image, view, and woman he passed on the street caused an erection, one that could not be completed due to the tube, but always reminded him of whom the penis truly belonged. It also gave him tremendous incentive to hurry home, shower, shave his body, and get pretty for Mistress Wynona, as that would mean the tube would be removed at the front door for the evening. So when she said "YOU KNOW what will not come off tonight" she referred to the tube. It was especially difficult for Jason to have to wear the tube as Elyce, because the feel of being dressed as a woman and constant brushing of the sexy spandex or satin against the tube made the penis constantly in a state of erection, or as much as could be inside this device.
And after a long day of work, having to completely shave, spend time preparing make-up, lipstick, dawning lingerie, dress or mini skirt, heels stockings, and then preparing dinner for Mistress was difficult. Knowing that the tube would be removed when Mistress entered the house usually made it all worth while. The Mistress also knew the importance of making Jason's cock cum several times a week to prevent medical conditions and to keep it in good working order when she DID want it, but Elyce came only on Mistress's terms and conditions. And maybe a few times a week, not two or three times a day, as was Jason's masturbatory habit. Mistress especially loved sex with Elyce dressed sexy, slutty, or just plain hot, and it was like two women with a shared dildo in each other simultaneously. It was magic for Wynona and Elyce! But there would be no release and no cumming tonight, at least not for Elyce!
Wynona took Elyce to the mirror and showed her the smeared lipstick.
"AND WHAT is THIS?" she demanded, pointing to Elyce's lips.
Well Mistress..I um.
"YES YES .."
Mistress Wynona told Elyce to kneel, then began to fix her lips.
"I have taught you and taught you. And still you get it wrong! It is important to me that you look pretty when I get home after a stressful day. I need my girl to look sexy and inviting, especially the lips!"
"Yes Mistress" Elyce whispered meekly.
And you never know when I am going to come home and want you immediately, or maybe bring home a friend for you to please. I cannot have you looking like a $2 whore!"
After fixing Elyce's lips, Wynona helped Elyce stand. Her 5" stiletto platform heels were still a bit difficult for Elyce, but since Mistress Wynona kept her in heels and skirts at all times at home, Elyce was getting a lot more use to it.
Upon standing erectly, Wynona walked Elyce over to the couch and pushed her over, so her body was bent over the arm of the couch. Elyce knew immediately what this meant. Instinctually, Elyce bend over and spread her legs. Mistress Wynona had trained Elyce to be taken at any time anywhere, and Elyce was trained to bend over, arch and present, and spread her legs. Mistress Wynona had taken one of her many strap-on dildos out, and had slipped into it after having fixed Elyce's lipstick. A small tube of a sweet-flavored lube was in her hand, and she administered it to Elyce's anus immediately. Within a second, Mistress Wynona was deep into Elyce, moving in and out, slow at first, then more. She had taught Elyce how to relax her body, how to arch her back to present herself for use by Mistress Wynona without hesitation, how to enjoy the fullness of a big cock inside her, how to orgasm like a woman, not buy erection and ejaculation, but by feeling the deep womanly feelings inside when entered.
Elyce shuddered as she was used, and Mistress Wynona leaned over Elyce as she moved, using her fingers to rub Elyce's satin-covered breasts. She knew this was Elyce's most sensitive area, and Mistress Wynona's constant rubbing and stimulation of Elyce's nipples over time and made Elyce's breasts grow and become very pert, like that of a pre-teenage girl's. Mistress Wynona also had the strap-on positioned to stimulate herself, so her orgasm was present as well.
After using Elyce for her pleasure, she removed her dildo, walked over to an oak bureau, (which was full of sex toys) and took out fur-lined wrist cuffs, and a ball gag.
"Now that your lips are finally fixed right, I need to remind you of one of many reasons why I keep them that way." With that, Mistress Wynona took Elyce's wrists, put the cuffs on, and locked the cuffs behind Elyce's back. Elyce loved the feel of the satin skirt on her ass as her hands rubbed against them while cuffed. Mistress Wynona adeptly placed the ball gag in Elyce's mouth.
"Nothing prettier than slut-red lipsticked lips surrounding a tight ball gag, don't you agree Elyce. Elyce could not speak, but nodded her head in the affirmative. Actually Elyce was glad it was the ball gag and not the latex penis gag, which was much more restrictive, gagging, and made Elyce so helpless and vulnerable. "Kneel" Mistress Wynona said, leading Elyce to a large velvet pillow placed before a large upholstered living room chair. The chair was affectionately called "THE THRONE", and had been modified with o-rings and other secret bondage restraints.
Elyce kneeled on the pillow. Mistress Wynona sat on the throne, placed a collar on Elyce's neck, and positioned Elyce in-between Mistress Wynona's legs under the mini skirt she was wearing. Mistress Wynona had on one of her sexy business suits with a low cut satin "wrap" blouse, one of Elyce's favorite outfits on Wynona. Mistress Wynona attached a leash, then another, to Elyce's collar.
Then she pulled the ends through the o-ring eyebolts behind the legs of the chair. It forced Elyce's head in-between Mistress Wynona's legs. It was then that Elyce noticed that Mistress Wynona had removed her panties, and her pussy was moist and wet. The leashes forced Elyce to be within an inch of Mistress Wynona's pussy. Mistress Wynona picked up a sexy magazine, and proceeded to leisurely read it while Elyce knelt in-between her legs, her face in Mistress Wynona's sweet pussy, but unable to do anything but see it, smell it, and wish for it.
Elyce knelt tied for what seemed like ages while Mistress Wynona finished reading her magazine. Then Mistress Wynona removed Elyce's ball gag, and said "OK Sweetie, it is dinner time for you", and with that forced Elyce's mouth onto her wet pussy. Elyce began to work on Mistress Wynona's pussy they way she had been trained to, and Mistress Wynona's reaction was that of delight and pleasure. It wasn't long before Mistress Wynona let out a loud moan of pleasure and her body quivered in orgasm after orgasm.
Mistress Wynona had spent hours teaching Elyce how to properly lick her pussy, as well as how to make love like a woman, how to touch and caress like a woman, and how to dress, act and feel like a woman. And she did this NOT just by words, but by actions; by spending hours with Elyce in bed dressed in lingerie, hours of passion, touching, licking, heated passion. Hours of being sexually physical as "woman to woman", BUT also hours of necessary strict discipline, reprogramming, bondage, and forced feminization. The whole program had a total effect or turning an average male lover into a superb female love-slave. And Wynona knew there was no going back to the former after this experience.
The evening progressed to a pleasant dinner with her slavegirl, Elyce serving Mistress Wynona, awaiting the invitation to dine with her, and the light conversation and some girl-talk about shopping and new sexy things Elyce will be made to wear in the future. Upon completion of the meal, Elyce went into the bedroom to see what Mistress Wynona had laid out for her, as was the custom for the evening. Mistress Wynona had picked out a beautiful satin corset, with a design that made it go under the breast, exposing breast and nipples. It had a tight, firm sculpting underwire which gave Elyce the look of cleavage and breasts, and left them exposed for the Mistress's pleasure and access. Most of Elyce's bras were also designed with firm underwire in the satin to create the look of female breasts and cleavage. There were matching while lace stockings and stiletto heels lying on the bed, and the corset had white garter straps attached. Elyce dressed quickly, then returned to present herself to the Mistress.
Mistress Wynona bound her wrists behind Elyce, had her kneel before her, and lightly played with Elyce's nipples again for some time, making them pert and full. Elyce's "member" strained against the chastity tube that contained it, as it held it in, as no unauthorized orgasms OR erections were allowed. After what seemed like an eternity to Elyce, Mistress Wynona helped Elyce up, unbound her wrists, and walked her into the bedroom. On the bed, attached to the Brass headboard, was a long white satin scarf. Elyce laid on the bed and instinctively crossed her wrists. Mistress Wynona tied Elyce's wrists in front of her body. Elyce laid on her back and lifted her tied wrists over her head. The satin scarf was then tightened to hold Elyce's arms.
Mistress Wynona left briefly to dress herself in a beautiful black satin corset and stockings. Upon returning to the room, she produced a small key that was on a chain around her neck. "Well you have been a pretty good slut" she mused. With that, she released the chastity tube holding Elyce's "member" tightly in place. Without talk, Mistress Wynona mounted Elyce. She did not
mountElyce astride sitting up, but rather laid her body on top of Elyce's, kissing her as she did. With forceful rhythm, Mistress Wynona began to ride Elyce in a "missionary" type position, so that their bodies touched each other, satin against satin, stockings against stockings, breasts against breasts. She kissed Elyce forcefully as she rode her and whispered for Elyce to cum. Within a short time, Elyce came violently and vocally, and released a surge of warm fluid deep within Mistress Wynona.
Mistress Wynona slowed her rhythm, enjoying the warm inner feeling, then deftly reached down and squeezed her lower lips. Quickly she moved up Elyce's body so that she was now sitting up, astride Elyce's still lipsticked mouth. Lowering herself down and releasing her vaginal lips, she put herself to Elyce's open mouth. Elyce licked her Mistress and almost immediately Wynona exploded in waves of rippling orgasms. One after another, as Elyce caressed the Mistress's pussy and tasted her sweet nectar mixed with the salty warm fluid. Again Wynona writhed in pleasure, and when finished, fell to the bed exhausted. She cuddled Elyce for some time, then released her arms from the satin scarf. Elyce and Mistress Wynona cuddled together and both fell asleep quickly from both exhaustion and after-glow.
The morning arrived early, and Elyce was up and out of bed quickly. Coffee was brewing, and Wynona was still asleep. Elyce went into the bathroom, applied a powerful cream make-up remover, and took a shower. From the bathroom, out walked Jason, with no trace of Elyce or her make-up. His hair combed and his face freshly shaved.
He slipped quietly back on the bed, and awoke Wynona with the warmest and most gently tongue against her sweet pussy. She stirred and moaned in pleasure. "Time to get up" he said softly as he continued to pleasure her. She slowly rose to greet the morning. Her coffee had been prepared, and she slowly wandered over to take a morning sip and smell it's inviting aroma. Soon thereafter, Jason walked back into the room wearing a beautiful charcoal-gray Italian double-breasted suit and hand-painted silk tie which made her moan with approval. He presented himself to Wynona, and she re-attached the black chastity tube to his penis, locking it firmly with the small golden padlock, and returning the key chain to her neck with a wicked smile.
"I have to run dear, early meetings". She looked at him and knew she loved him. He kissed Wynona passionately on the lips, which made her knees weak. Elyce will see you tonight, he whispered.
He left quickly with business on his mind. As the apartment door closed behind him, Wynona leaned back, coffee cup in hand, smiled, and sighed "WHAT A MAN!!!"
I opened the door to get the newspaper and noticed there was a lot of snow on the ground. The forecast said we were only going supposed to get 2 to 3 inches. This is going to make traffic really move quite slowly. I better get going if I'm going to make that appointment with Mistress Fantasy. I had put my coat on and pulled on boots when the phone rang. "Hello." "Nicholas? This is Mistress Fantasy. I am going to have to cancel this mornings session - I have to fly out of town unexpectedly." "Huh?, But mistress, I have been locked up in my chastity belt for 34 days now, and I thought-" "I WILL DO THE THINKING HERE!" "Yes mistress-sorry" "I am not sure when I will be able to reschedule your fantasy session - call me in a couple of months. Bye." I had done everything she asked. I had a remodeled Jones style belt - a much closer fit of the groin plate and it was made from a significantly heavier gauge steel, and I have been chaste for at least 90 days now. I had visited her every 2 weeks so she could make sure there were no problems with my new belt and that it was impossible for me to escape. She had said that after my fantasy, my 'relief' would be so much better if I followed her instructions. I sure don't want to wait another 'couple' of months! - now what can I do. Maybe Lady IC will release me, or at least grant me some relief. I called her, but she was not in so I left a message and decided to watch TV and wait for her call. When I turned it on, the first thing I found was the Playboy channel. They had a string bikini contest going on. As I watched the gorgeous models my penis began to swell, but of course it had no where to go as the tube in my Jones belt controlled it very thoroughly. As the blood engorged my member, I could feel the heat radiating from my crotch as I strained in my steel bonds. Although I wanted to have a fantasy where I was teased, I knew that watching this was not the kind of teasing I wanted, so I changed the channel and there was Mr. Rourke and Tatoo - screaming 'Da Plane, Da Plane' It is just not my day I thought. I turned the television off and laid my head back and closed my eyes. I woke up standing in the metal detector line at the airport - I wondered how did I get here? I was completed naked except for my Jones chastity belt and sneakers, but no one seemed to notice. Then the security person said to the man in front of me, "please step thru, sir". Beep, beep. The security guards stopped him. Please empty your pockets and step through again. I thought - oh no, what is going to happen to me? Surely everyone will now notice I am standing here only in a metal chastity belt. When it was my turn, I walked through without a beep. The guard asked - "nothing else, sir?" Puzzled, I said, "no" and started toward the gate area. I had no ticket, but after passing several gates, I had this 'feeling' that is was the correct one so even though there was no attendant, I walked down the ramp-way to the plane since the door was open. At the door of the plane the attendant said welcome, you're the last passenger we've been waiting for - I'll show you your seat assignment. She showed me a seat. After sitting down the flight attendant asked if I was comfortable, to which I replied yes. Then she said, good, I will buckle you in. She buckled & pulled the lap strap tight, but said nothing about my condition. Then she clasped 2 leather restraints around my wrists, installed a collar around my neck, and finally she produced 3 locks. Click, click, click - we are now comfy AND secure. I noticed another passenger but could not see if he was in the same condition, but neither of us said anything. We took off immediately. After an hour's flight we landed. Our flight attendant removed the locks that secured us to the chairs, but then locked them on the wrist restraints, so we weren't completely free. Upon our exit from the plane, we were greeted by a contingent of lovely women, some in bikinis, some in thongs; blondes, brunettes and some with shiny black hair. Each were jumping up and down appearing genuinely excited to see us. I noticed their perfect figures, starting with the long thin legs, leading up to their narrow waists then onto their firm sculpted breasts and finally a beautiful smile. I noticed that everyone also had on a stainless steel collar with a lock. Each of us was assigned a personal attache. If I could've picked my companion, it would have been the one assigned to me - it was like a fantasy come true. A young woman about 5 feet 6 inches tall with olive skin and black hair came over to me with a small chain and attached it to my collar. Then she said, "Nicholas my name Kari and I will be your escort for as long as you are on your fantasy. Since I am totally responsible for everything while you here, I must first check so that there will no be any possible security breaches, so please stand still. Her soft silky fingers started at the tops of my thighs and moved along the edging of my front shield to determine the fit, sometimes trying to stick her finger under the front plate checking how tightly it fit, but since Mistress Fantasy had my belt tightened, there was no possibility of getting a finger under the groin shield. Since my belt fit rather tight, my scrotal sack kind of stuck out around the edges - and as she caressed it, she said "its been a while hasn't it?" She tugged on the ass chains, and locks and pronounced me secure, initialing a form on her clip board. She patted me on the front shield and said "follow me please". THE FANTASY - PART II As I followed behind her, I could not detect any tan lines even though she was wearing only the bottom of a 'dental floss' thong. Her ass cheeks were firm as they flexed with every step. After a short walk we entered a building with a small room in which there was a table similar to the type in a doctor's examining room. She said, "this is where your fantasy will occur". She had me lay down and then strapped me to the table with my legs spread partially open - feet in the stirrups. She produced a key which unlocked my Jones Chastity Belt at the waist band only. Lifting the front up, she applied something to the penis tube and then closed and locked it again. A couple of wires were leading out of the belt and down the table. Then she applied what appeared to be 2 pieces of double sided tape to my chest - one on each nipple. When she pressed them into place I felt some kind of exhilaration occur - at this point it didn't take much to get me highly aroused. Next, she applied a piece of the same kind of tape to the lock for the penis tube. She asked me if I could get free. I struggled a bit, but could hardly move and she said, "good". Then Kari said, "Since your fantasy was to be teased by beautiful women this is how it will occur. All female workers on the island must change into their bikini in the ladies locker room when they come to work. In order for them to gain access, they must open the secured door. Normally they have a code to type in on the door pad, however today, they will gain access by pressing 2 buttons at the same time. These 2 buttons or sensors are now attached to your body. In order for the door to open they must have one hand on an one of the upper (nipple) buttons and one hand on the lower button (CB)." I asked what was so difficult about this? She said, "they are wearing an eye blindfold and cannot see and will have to feel their way to you and then feel for these buttons as they do not know where these buttons are placed on your body. These buttons are heat activated - that is, they must 'cup' each button for a couple of seconds while lightly pressing on it. When contact is made from both buttons, the door buzzes until they open it and enter. And as long as the door buzzes, a vibrator will also buzz on your penis tube causing additional excitement for you until the door opens & closes." "These ladies must go to the locker room twice each day - one to change out of their 'street' clothes and once to change out of their uniform. While you are able to see everything that is going on, they cannot see where they are touching. If you make any sounds, I will forced to discipline you, so I caution you to be still and quiet. You will lay here for one complete shift - 8 hours. At the end of the shift I will determine if you have been good enough for a reward, and if so, I will allow you the relief of your choice. If not, you will remain the way you are until tomorrow's session when you will have another opportunity to prove yourself. If you don't adhere to my rules, you may be leaving here the way you arrived - secured and no relief in sight. "Nicholas, there are 50 women that must perform this task for each shift - so you should be in nearly non-stop teasing for at least 8 hours - have fun!" And with that she left. Several minutes later the door opened and a tall blond walked in. From laying on the table it appeared that she must have been 6 ft tall and she had legs she could wrap around me anytime! Wearing a leather micro skirt and halter top she slowly walked along the 20 or feet until she felt the table. She found my right foot first and slid her hands slowly up my leg, but missing the sensor on the front shield of my chastity belt. As she did this my member swelled and became hard, but the Jones belt did its job (as always) and prevented an erection. I could feel the throbbing of my cock wanting to get out as she moved her hands upwards. Over the waist band and up the sides of my chest. When she reached my under-arm, she moved toward the center of my chest where she found the 2 buttons on my nipples and pressed both of them, but no buzzing sound came from the door, so she knew something wasn't right. She said, "my name is Dana, what's yours? I almost blurted out Nick, but was unsure exactly what I could say, so I said nothing. She slid her hands down to my waist band and explored it. She found the waist lock and pressed it along with one of the titty buttons, but no buzzing occurred. Then she took her fingers and ran them along both sides of front shield, gently sliding them over my ball sack and followed it to the "D" ring where the ass chains are attached. After exploring that area and finding no button there she followed the groin shield back toward the waist band, where she came upon the penis tube lock. On it she found another button. I could feel the heat from shield reflecting off her hand as held the button in its depressed state. With her other hand, she slowly she passed over the waist band toward my nipples. She located the left nipple and lightly depressed it. In a moment I heard the buzz of the locker room door and felt the vibrator on the cock tube. My rock hard member pulsed and surged and wanted to burst open the metal tube. I could feel the pre-cum juice leaking from my cock and I screamed in ecstasy. Dana, said, "oh, oh, I'm sorry - did I hurt you?" I replied, "No, it just feels soooo good, I want to cum so bad!" I could feel the pressure building but could not cum. It seemed like minutes before Dana found the door, opened it and closed it and the vibrations stopped. Then I heard a familiar voice. "Nicholas, Nicholas, I am disappointed" said Kari, "you must be good or I will have to do something." I said I will try harder. Several more ladies passed through, all with similar results. Finally Kari came down again and said, "I'm afraid I will have to give something else to think about." Suddenly she was next to me with a piece of metal. After a moment I recalled that I had seen this on Altairboy's web site. It was a rear strap to a Jones belt. In her other hand was holding a small butt plug and a jar of lube. I had never experienced this before and she could detect surprise in face. Nicholas, "this won't hurt at all. This will help you think about other things as the girls enter their changing area�" her voiced trailed off. She pulled on a rubber glove, lubricated her finger and the plug. She slowly slid in finger and when she saw I was comfortable, she removed it and then inserted the plug. After attaching the strap to the rear of the belt, she unlocked the lower lock. She secured the rear strap and locked everything back up. Then she said, "As with the cock tube, the butt plug will also vibrate when the sensors are pressed. But I also have something else for you." "Now this will help you keep quiet." Then she put a ball gag in my mouth and tightened it. One by one the ladies paraded into and through the room, each feeling my body the whole day. Since they only worked 4 hours, they started coming back to change again later. But now they kind of knew where the buttons where and seemingly teased me even more as they felt around for the combination to open the locked door, in fact they appeared to enjoy this game. At the end of the 8 hours, Kari came in again. She told me I was not going to get a relief today. She undid the rear shield, removed the butt plug, the other devices, but left my chastity belt secured and lead me to my evening quarters. THE FANTASY - PART III After showering and getting dressed, I decided to explore the area and look for one of the many restaurants listed in my 'guide' book. I came to a business like area where there were nightclubs, and lots of activity. After getting a drink at the bar and enjoying the scenery for a while, I asked a young lady to dance. We danced a couple of fast songs and then the band slowed things down. She asked if I liked to cuddle dance. "Cuddle dance?" She wrapped her arms around me and moved very close, in fact she was so close we were like a single person, moving, swaying to the music. I know she could feel the obtrusions of my chastity belt, but she said nothing. After that we went to sit down and started to talk. She told me her name was Linda and that she worked on the island as an escort. I didn't remember seeing her come through the locker room today, so I was curious. She told me today was her day off. As the night went on we talked about the island, the business it was in and danced both fast and slow songs. Finally I had know, why didn't she say anything about my CB? She could see I was trying to formulate a difficult question and said, you want to know why I haven't noticed your chastity belt - don't you? I said, "well - yes". Linda said, "I knew you had one on as soon as I danced with you. All guests on the island - male or female - are required to have one on at all times, unless specifically removed by their escort. Do you remember your flight down? Didn't all other passengers have one on too?" I said, "when I got off the plane I noticed, that yeah, come to think of it, there was one other guy on the plane with me and he had one on." She said, "because of the nature of our business, we require every guest to wear one. The first thing we do upon your arrival is check your security." "I remember that part", I said. I was hoping that maybe she had a key like Kari, and maybe I could be let out. Then she said, "No, Nicholas, I do not have a key. Those are required to be turned in at the end of each shift. While you are here, you are required to have it on at all times unless specifically excluded as part of your fantasy. And when some guests leave they will continue to wear them when the return to their normal life. Sometimes they will have a 'sentence' which is temporary of months or even years, but sometimes depending upon the circumstances, they will be in their belt for the rest of lives. And what is probably the worst punishment of all - they don't know that they will NEVER be let out! "Wow!", I said, "what would you have to do to get that kind of sentence?" Linda said, "I am not a liberty to discuss other cases, I could get fired. I have been disciplined before, and just got off probation. If I get reprimanded again, I could be locked up indefinitely in a chastity belt and I'm still a virgin - I've been saving myself for the right man. But I can say that many of the people who come down here already wear them." I just smiled. Linda said, "You must be one of them? Well, I've got to go, I've got work tomorrow, maybe I'll see around." I said, "Yeah, I'll bet you will." THE FANTASY - PART IV The next morning Kari came to pick me up. Again, the first thing she did was to make sure my chastity belt was secure. After she initialed the form on her clip board, she attached my collar chain and said, I think you know the way. We walked back to the locker room building. As we entered the building, she said, "Nicholas, today we are going to do something a little different. Instead of laying on a table, you will be tied to an iron wheel, spread eagle. Please step up there, so I can secure you." After securing me, she again installed the tube vibrator, however this time placed only 2 activation buttons on me. The first was near the top of the frontal groin shield, but the second was near the very bottom between my legs, almost on the D-ring. Kari said, "This is for those worked yesterday and remembered where the buttons were then. And, the rules are the same as yesterday, but today I have something different in mind - so be good or else." When the first worker came in, she obviously worked yesterday. She found my legs and the first thing her hands searched for was the penis tube lock. She must have been late for work as she seem frantically searching. When her hands found the lock, she pushed, twisted, pulled on it, but couldn't seem to find the sensor that was there yesterday. As she then went upward, she found the sensor on the waist band lock and then worked her way up my torso and felt around with no success. Then she searched my legs from top to bottom starting at my crotch, but didn't reach in between my legs. I was beginning to anticipate the vibrator and wanted to tell her where it was so she could press it. Using both hands she slid down one leg and up the other. She continued to search my entire body and finally she found the sensor between my legs - bzzzzzzz - the vibration started and she left. As the girls began to parade through, I was enjoying every moment, aroused each time they felt me out, nearly cuming when the vibration started, by never lasting long enough for me to cum. Finally, Linda came through. When she walked in, I blurted out, "Linda!" and immediately recognized my error. She recognized my voice, but said nothing. She felt around for the sensor buttons in what seemed like an extra long time; all the while she had a smile on her face from ear to ear. It seemed that she must have found the sensors, but purposely did not press them. The anticipation caused my hard cock to throb and I longed for her to remove my shaft from it's steel cage. After Linda left, Kari came in with a leather head cover. She said, "Nicholas, You must remain quiet, we don't want to fluster the girls - do we?", and with that she secured the head gear. When it was completed, it blocked all sight and sound. Now I could hear or see nothing. The day went on forever until Linda came back in again. I don't how I knew it was her, but I knew. This time she took even longer to press the sensors as she must have felt around for 10 minutes. She searched every nook and cranny for those sensors - more than Kari when she checks me for security in the morning. She tried to squeeze her thin fingers behind the front shield. She smoothed her hands over my ball sac and just said "hmmm". I knew as an escort she had keys, but did she have a master key, or a key that would fit my lock. I wanted her to unlock me so much; so that my member could stand up and stretch out - after all, it been locked up for 96 days now. Finally the last person went through, and I was taken off the rack. Kari said, "looks like no reward (again) for you tonight. Since you'll be leaving tomorrow, you will have to get relief from some other source and then just laughed. I thought about Mistress Fantasy not being back for a while and was concerned when I would get relief. Then I thought what would happen if she had my keys and the plane crashed? I decided to erase that from my memory. After I got back to my quarters I cleaned up and went back to the same club as last night hoping to see Linda at least once again. THE FANTASY - PART V When I arrived, she was there, sitting solemnly at the table. I walked up and said hi. She barely acknowledged me, so I sat down and asked her what was wrong. She told me that she has worked here nearly 8 years, and this afternoon after her shift was over, she was called into the office. When she was there, she was told to strip. Then an attendant brought out a female chastity belt. They told her to put it on. She said she trembled a little, but complied with their wishes. After it was in place, they locked it. Then she was told she was terminated due to guest involvement. When she asked for specifics, she was only told that she knows better. When she was asked how long she was going to be secured, she was told "until your sentence is up". We talked most of the night. She told me, that she had to leave the island, she couldn't stay here. The next day after Kari gave me my last security check, she took me to the airfield and there was Linda getting on the same plane as me. RINNNGGGG, RINNNGGGG, startled, I raised my head and picked up the phone "Hi Nicholas?", said the voice, "this is Mistress IC - you called?" I explained my situation and she said to come over immediately Groggily, I replied, "Sure, due to the snow it will take me a bit, but I'm on my way." I suspected, that Mistress In-Charge, would let me out and allow me some relief. When I arrived I was greeted by a nicely tanned women who reminded me of someone, but I couldn't remember who or where I met her. Mistress IC walked in and said, "Nicholas, I'd like you to meet Linda." Egad!, was I still dreaming? Shocked, I stammered, but Mistress said, "just sit down and soon all of your questions will be answered, but first, she told me that there was bad news." "Remember when you asked for you fantasy, and I referred you to Mistress Fantasy?" "Uh huh". "And when she started, she had your belt tightened and new locks put on?", she continued. "Yes" "Well she has disappeared. Her apartment is empty, and she was not on the flight, she told me she was supposed to be." "Sooo?" "Well, since your belt is so tight, we can't cut it off, and those new locks are pick-proof, so it appears you will be locked up for the rest of life or until we find her, all that time without relief." "What!?!" Mistress IC continued, "If there is one consolation, Linda here, is also in the same situation. She too had a fantasy with Mistress Fantasy. And since both of you have the same circumstances, I thought you'd like to meet her. Maybe together, you two can find a way to be happy together, since neither of you will probably ever know the pleasures of sex again."
Mistress Feral had made me wait at the door for nearly a minute now and my nerve was close to breaking. It had been a long held desire of mine to visit a Pro Domme for a session but it had taken a lot of nerve on my part to actually arrange it and then to follow through and appear at her address. So I am nervous. Jumpy. And that is clear when the door eventually did open and Mistress Feral ordered me into her house. I started and stared at her for a moment as if this was all a surprised. Just the look of impatience on her face was enough to convince me to get my arse in gear and get inside. I had seen her picture on her website but nothing had quite prepared me for meeting her in real life. She really presented quite the fearsome look. Her short red hair was cropped and angular, her face severe and unsmiling. She had a great body from what I could see but I knew that was not why I had came to her, I was here because of her mind and her attitude. Her every movement and action said she was a dominant woman, completely in control and I was here only because she allowed it. "You have a tribute for me worm" it was a demand not a question. I paid her the agreed amount gladly and waited for my session to begin. She pointed to a half open door at the end of the hallway we stood in and instructed me further in her stern voice. "Go in there and strip naked and wait for me." It was a voice that did not book argument or defiance. A voice that carried plenty threat and conviction. Without a comment I nodded and did as I was told. My hands were trembling as I undid my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my naked torso to the shill air of the room. I came out in goose pimples and I glanced up at the mirror on the wall and was once again shamed by my lack of shape or muscle definition -- I was out of shape. I dared not pause too long though so I quickly fumbled my belt off and slipped off my trousers, pants, shoes and socks and then stood naked at the end of the bed in the room, willing my stiffening erection to go down. Mistress Feral entered seconds later, the coat she had been wearing to answer the door gone to reveal that she was clad in a tight, leather corset and shorts with high boots to match. All in black and red colours. She sneered the moment she set eyes on me naked. "My God. What a pathetic specimen you are!" I winced at the insult but inwardly we both knew being shamed and humiliated turned me on. "Jesus, what a fat, ugly bastard you are! And that thing? You call that a dick? It's tiny! I've seen bigger baby carrots!" My cheeks burned with shame as I stood there and she circled me, verbally abusing me as she went. "God! You're gross! A fat slob! No wonder you're not a man, you've got the body of slug. It's disgusting! Isn't it?" Her question caught me unawares and I mumbled an answer. That brought her up short and she stood before me and casually cupped my balls with her right hand and squeezed hard. "I can't hear you wimp! Tell me what you are!" "I'm a fat, ugly wimp Mistress." She tightened her grip on my scrotum and I had to fight from squealing. "Say it louder bitch! Say it like you really believe it!" "I AM A FAT, UGLY, WIMP MISTRESS." That seemed to appease her for then and she slowly released her death grip on my nuts. She still looked at me as if I was dog shit though and her voice held total derision for me as she commanded me again. "Get on your knees bitch, you will not stand in my presence unless I allow you, understand? Good, get down there prick!" I did as I was told and found my eyes level with her waist, I immediately dropped them to looking at her feet. "Good. Now while you're down there I have a job for you wimp. You see my boots? Well I wore them down to the shops this morning and made sure I walked them through every bit of debris on the pavement I came across. Puddles, mud, dog shit, cat shit, whatever. And as you can see they need cleaned, so I've decided you can clean them with your tongue. And you'd better do a good job bitch or I'll rip those balls of yours off!" She sounded and acted like she meant every word she had just spoken, I certainly had no reason to doubt her. I lowered my head obediently to the toes of her boots and the smell from them definitely backed up what she had said, she was not making it up. I was so desperate to show my willingness to Mistress Feral that I ignored the smell, ignored the taste and got to licking her shoes with as much gusto as I could muster, hoping she'd be impressed at my efforts. I licked around the toe, the sides and finally the long, thin heel of her boots but she wasn't content with that. Oh no, she cruelly lifted the boot up to my mouth to show me the sole. "Lick it all you worm!" she snorted. I complied and knew a masochist joy that I had never experienced before at my debasement. She could see I was getting into it so she immediately withdrew her foot and took a step back from me. "God you are pitiful, aren't you? Tell me what you are really here for? What do you really want Mistress Feral to do with you?" I looked up from the floor and in faltering words spoke my greatest fantasy. "I want you to fuck me in the ass Mistress." It was true, to be fucked in the asshole by a dominant woman wearing a strap on had been a strong fantasy for me for years now but I had never had the nerve or opportunity to do it. Then having seen Mistress Feral's web page I knew that she could do it. "Hmmm, I'm not sure you'd be worth the effort slut! Would you?" her words mocking me. I didn't answer her instead she reached down grabbed the hair on top of my head and lifted me up by it, tearing some out in the process. I made a sharp squeal as a clump came out and I was rewarded with a hard knee delivered right between my legs. The Mistress held onto my hair so I could not sink to my knees and the dull pain spread though me and it was all I could do not to be sick. Without a word she propelled me over the bed on my face and grabbed my wrists, pulling them into the small of my back. She produced a pair of stiff handcuffs and expertly locked them round my wrists and I felt a thrill of anticipation go through my body as the realisation hit me that physically I was no longer able to effect my situation. As I lay there trying to control my breathing Mistress Feral took out a thin strip of leather with a slip knot tied at the end of it. She calmly reached between my thighs and looped the knot around my balls and left a length hanging down. Then she rolled me over, spat in my face, slapped me and attached a couple of stiffly sprung clamps onto my small, sensitive nipples. They hurt and I made little moans as they bit into me. "I don't want to hear you wanker!" she announced and pushed a red ball gag into my mouth and strapped it in place behind my head. Now I would be unable to ask her to stop or use a 'safe' word or anything. Now my fate was entirely in the dominant sadist's hands and I couldn't help but get aroused by that. She then moved flipped me over again onto my stomach and walked to a chest of drawers in the room and took a strap on dildo from a drawer. She was all business now and ignored me as she stepped into the harness and pulled it up to her crotch and tightened it. I could not stop myself looking at the dildo that jutted out. It was big, perhaps too big. I had only every put thin things up my own ass, this was a whole different ball game and now I had real doubts about this forming in my mind. Unfortunately it was too late there was nothing I could do to prevent this happening. Mistress Feral produced a tube and squeezed some clear liquid onto her plastic cock. At least I would get some lube. She shoved my head forward into the centre of the bed and I felt her nails sink into my ass and then prise my ass cheeks apart. Then with no more build up she lined the tip of her strap on at my ass hole and penetrated it slowly. Letting me feel every inch as it pressed on and on into my bowels. It was the most frightening thing I have ever experienced. I thought I would split in two but at the same time it was thrilling and my erection returned with a vengeance. Mistress Feral didn't seem to pleased about that however and I got a shock as she grabbed the loose end of the lace around my balls and gave it a hard pull, tightening the lace to an uncomfortable extent around my scrotum! I shouted into the gag but was aware of the pointlessness of that and Mistress ignored me as she simultaneously pulled back to withdraw the dildo and pulled harder on the lace. For now my sore nipples were forgotten. She ploughed forward again, driving the dildo into me, making me buck and writhe on my front, unable to do anything to relieve the pressure on me as I was filled again. I had asked for this. This was what I had dreamed about for years, to be fucked by a woman and it felt sore, humiliating and invigorating. Mistress Feral snarled at me as she pounded my ass, bitch slapping my head from behind, calling me all sorts of degrading names and pulling on my hair to arch my back and force her plastic cock in even further. It was the most intense experience of my life, on the one hand I felt so low, so humiliated, so degraded yet I was so aroused that just the constant friction as I was rubbed over her bed might make me climax. It was physically painful, let there be no doubt of that, may ass felt like it was on fire with the constant pounding I was taking but again the sensations my body and mind were feeling seemed to make it all more than worthwhile. As she ass fucked me she was also tugging harshly on the miniature noose around my balls. That was an extreme sensation that hurt so good but I knew I could not take it for too long. I moaned and begged into my gag, the knowledge of how helpless I was to stop this even if I wanted to a massive thrill. Mistress Feral gave a good impression that she did not care a fuck about whether I was in extreme pain or not. I gritted my teeth tried to block as much out as I could and I think eventually I almost passed out as I can't remember Mistress Feral actually pulling out of me. I do remember coming round though when she wafted the tip of her shit covered dildo under my nose. Her voice still held no mercy or pity as she hissed at me. "I'm going to take that gag out of your mouth and you are going to clean this dildo up. It's your mess, you can clean it, understand!" It looked and smelled awful and I guess I didn't look enthusiastic enough as she grabbed hold of the tight noose around my balls and pulled it viciously upward leaving me in no doubt that I would be doing what she was telling me. I was still on my face on the bed and with little room for manoeuvre as she knelt at my head. Humiliatingly I had to lift my head up and beg like a seal, my mouth open and gasping to try and reach the tip of the dildo while Mistress Feral played with me, just keeping it out of range of my lips. "What's the matter bitch? Am I teasing you? Well here you go!" And in that moment my lips found the stained plastic and she rammed it in to my mouth brutally. I was taken by surprise and gagged on it as she powered it right to my throat and started to fuck my mouth with it while I reeled. She laughed at my obvious discomfort but did not reduce her pace and I struggled badly to take breathes while actually trying to lick the filthy thing was impossible, although I could feel the debris on it coming off in my mouth. Eventually she did slow down and I had to lick and suck it clean, the taste a horrible thing that I would never forget for the rest of my life. She had one further spit onto my face, the feel of the saliva running down the side of my nose to my lips a reminder of how low I was in her mind before my time was up. Without a word she undid all my bonds, my nipple clamps last to go the pain as much as blood rushed back to them as when they had been on. I got dressed and could not bring myself to look at her as I made to leave, there were no words that could express my gratitude, this had been the best experience of my pathetic life.
Sophie strolled into the kitchen in her dressing gown past her husband Tom who was staring at the morning paper whilst slowly devouring a bowl of corn flakes. This was not the usual morning scene for their household at this time of day as Tom would usually be on the train heading to work. Today was different however as Tom had the day off to use up the remainder of his holiday before the financial new year started. Flicking the kettle on, Sophie turned towards her husband: "So wants the plan for the day then?" Tom looked up, a cornflake still protruding from his lips? "Hmm?" "I don’t want you under my feet all day, so when you have finished your breakfast and have showered I want you in the spare bedroom." Tom groaned inwardly, he had planned a round of golf if the weather was good, but she obviously had other ideas. "It’s my day off too and I want us to do something together today." Sophie continued. Sophie turned back to the now boiling kettle and started pouring the water into her waiting cup. "OK, but I want to play some golf later on if it’s not a problem." "I think you are probably going to want to stay here when you see what I have planned." Ah, so it wasn’t DIY she had in mind, that’s not too bad! Sophie had quite an imagination so it was pretty hard to guess what she was up to when she was as vague as this. Finishing his cereal, Tom folded his paper up and got up from the table. "OK, I won’t be long." "See that you are not." Sophie smiled and headed upstairs towards the bedroom. Sophie slipped her dressing gown onto the bed and walked round to her wardrobe. Normal everyday clothes filled the majority of the space, but a number of opaque dress bags hung to the left hand side. Pulling one out her laid it onto the bed before retrieving a box from a shelf inside the wardrobe. Opening the dress bag she pulled the costume out from inside. This was her favourite costume out of those she possessed, a traditional French maid’s outfit in high gloss satin. She undid the zip and slipped it over her shoulders luxuriating in the feel of the slippery fabric. A satin pinny was next around her waist before she pulled the twelve layer net up her legs to give the dress the required fullness. Moving over to her dresser, she opened the top drawer selecting a pair of ruffled satin knickers, stockings and a suspender belt. She sat on the bed whilst she pulled these up her legs noticing that the shower was now turned off and she could hear Tom drying his hair. Time to hurry. The last part of her ensemble was the stiletto heels which she recovered from under her bed. Quietly Sophie tip toed out of the bedroom and into the adjoining spare room. Time was now of the essence. Tom walked into the spare room, a towel wrapped around his waist. Sat on the bed, her legs crossed and leaning back was his wife in her favourite outfit. "Wow, I think I have an idea of what you’ve got planned now!" "You have no idea, and from now on I am in charge understood?" Tom nodded, smiling and wondering at the same time what she had planned. Sophie got off the bed and strode over to her husband, pulling the towel from his waist, his erection became obvious. "Good, I’m glad to see this is having the desired effect." Tom reached out to touch his wife, but she slapped his hand down. "Did I give you permission to touch me?" "No, sorry" Tom smirked. Sophie reached forward, grabbed his balls and squeezed. "What was that?" An arched eyebrow framing the question. "Ow! No mistress!" "Good, that’s better... Now I want you to close your eyes and wait." Sophie opened the drawer on the chest next to where they stood. She selected a set of tens pads which she carefully applied to Toms nipples. Next out of the drawer she removed the leather straightjacket they had purchased a number of years ago. "Arms out in front of you!" Tom complied. She pulled the jacket onto him lacing the back up as tight as it would go before securing the arms around his waist. The crotch strap she left for the minute. Opening another drawer she selected an inflatable gag. This had a small pipe which exited at the front to breathe through if required, as well as detachable bulb for inflation. "Open up" Tom complied and in no time at all, the gag was buckled behind his head rendering him speechless. The gag had to go in first for the next bit. Another drawer opened and a leather head harness was secured around the gag, forcing his jaw closed around the still uninflated gag. Retrieving the bulb, Sophie attached it to the gag and gave it a few quick pumps. Sophie grabbed Tom’s balls, and gave then another squeeze, Tom mmphing into the gag. She gave it another few pumps and repeated the process, Tom's mmmphs were much quieter now. Satisfied she detached the bulb and moved across the room. Tom's eyes following her. Grabbing the chair that sat in the corner of the room, she wheeled it over. It had cost quite a lot of money, and to a casual observer looked just like a very high backed chair. Made from stainless steel and with castors on the bottom to make manoeuvring easy, the base could be removed leaving only thigh pads and the genital area of whoever was sat in it, free to access. Grabbing the front of Toms straightjacket she guided tom onto the chair. "Now I am going to give you a little treat" Sophie said as she produced a roll of cling film. "You are going to be sat here for a while so get yourself comfy now." Tom wriggled on the seat getting his position as comfortable as the chair would allow. Sophie began wrapping each of Tom’s thighs to the pads on the chair, before lifting each ankle and then wrapping this to his thigh. She moved up to his chest next, wrapping across his body and around the back of the chair. Welding his upper body there. "Trust me now, you wont be hurt" Sophie pulled a long length of cling film from the roll and wrapped it around his face cutting off his air. As quickly as she had done this she poked a hole with her fingers pulling the breathing pipe from his gag through the cling film. She poked similar holes through for his nose and eyes. Tom could now not move a muscle. "Hmm, you look pretty secure; let’s see how much time I have left." Sophie left the room, returning a few seconds later with a roll of duct tape. "Fifteen minutes, let’s make you really secure!" Using the tape Sophie moved quickly around the Clingfilm reinforcing it and eliminating even the little movement Tom had. She went very carefully around Tom’s neck making sure not to put any tension on his throat before wrapping several turns around his forehead welding it to the back of the chair. Stepping back Sophie admired her work. "Very nice! Now you are probably expecting a little fun now well here is the surprise. Today you get the silver medal; you are going to come last." Sophie opened the door to the built in cupboard. "I took a day off whilst you were at work about a week ago to prepare this, so I hope you enjoy it." Sophie began moving the boxes stacked there into the corner of the room, emptying it completely. Grabbing the chair she rolled it over towards the cupboard. Tom could now see what Sophie had prepared. A hole about the size of a large sheet of paper had been cut into the wall and through it he could see their bedroom. "I took the liberty of replacing the mirror on my dresser for this particular piece of glass. It’s a one way mirror which you can see through but no one can see you. I glued it to the wall using plenty of that sealant you used on the bathroom so no sound you make will be heard. Not that it’s very likely that will happen" Sophie reached down and slowly stroked Toms straining erection. "I have a guest arriving shortly; I have hired a professional Domme who is going to punish a very naughty French maid. But don’t worry, I wont be having all the fun." Sophie held up a butt plug for Tom to see." Tom began mmphing now realising the gravity of his situation, as Sophie went behind him to insert the plug. Using a little Vaseline she slowly pushed the toy into his anus, and then grabbing the crotch straps from his straightjacket, pulled them between his legs forcing the plug in fully before buckling it up. She then plugged the still trailing wires into the tens unit and ran another cable into a socket which trailed from the butt plug. Sophie then pushed Tom fully into the cupboard, activating the chairs wheel brakes before setting the tens unit to a random program. "I’ve booked two hours so don’t worry, although I’m sure the time will go slower for you than for me!" Shutting the door, Tom was enveloped in darkness, the only light coming from the hole directly in front of him. Sophie locked the cupboard and placed the key on top of the door frame. Grabbing a bag she prepared earlier, Sophie left the spare room and went back to the main bedroom. Tom saw his wife, still in her costume enter the room just as the tens unit began making its presence felt around his nipples. She placed a bag onto the bed. That was strange; he could still hear her foot steps. He moved his eyes to the left and saw the reason why, a baby monitor was hung from a hook on the wall. Twisted he thought, I can hear her but she can’t hear me! Sophie strolled into the room again and sat on the bed. Looking directly at him, although unable to see him she addressed him directly. "I hope you enjoy the show Tom, I know I will!" Sophie lay back on the bed, her hand underneath her skirt she slowly rubbed herself through her knickers, her other hand inside the French maids outfit squeezing her breast. Tom strained against his bonds but couldn’t do very much more than tense and untense. All he could do was watch his wife slowly masturbate herself into a frenzy. His own frustration rising. The sound of the doorbell, amplified through the baby monitor caused his wife to look up from the bed. A smile crossed her face as she looked directly at the mirror. “Well the shows about to start so I hope you are sitting comfortably” Sophie swung off the bed and went to answer the door. Chapter 2 - The Domme Mistress Jade stood on the doorstep of the neat and tidy house and pushed the doorbell again. She frowned at the thought of being made to wait; she would make a note of that and punish her charge accordingly. She looked around the deserted cul-de-sac, noting that all of its occupants were probably at work, office staff in the city. Her attire would certainly raise an eyebrow but she didn’t care. Her full length trench coat covered a satin blouse and leather pencil skirt, her hair pulled up tight into a bun, with a pair of narrow glasses perched on her nose for effect. She didn’t need a prescription, her glasses were fashion items and purely for effect. Finally she heard the latch being undone and the door swung slightly ajar, nervous eyes peeked out at Mistress before quickly scanning the silent street. “Is this how you treat guests? Open this door at once and let me see who I am addressing?” The door slowly swung open, a petite brunette stood looking sheepishly at her feet. Her hands were behind her back, her breasts pushing the shiny satin fabric of her maid’s apron out in a most pleasing way. ”That’s better. I am not happy being made to wait like a commoner upon your doorstep, I will make a note of that.” Mistress jade swept into the room past Sophie examining the rooms adjoining the hallway. ”Not bad, a little more austere than I am used to. But it will do.” She looked at Sophie over the rim of her glasses. “You may shut the door now.” Sophie shut the door, relieved that the street looked empty. She was happy to be an exhibitionist, just not in front of her neighbours. “Now the small matter of my payment and we can proceed.” “My purse is in the kitchen if you would just follow me” Sophie spoke. As Sophie passed by, Mistress Jade lifted the rear of her skirt and planted a firm smack against her cheeks, causing Sophie to yelp in surprise. “You will address me as ‘Mistress Jade’ at all times, and I never said that you could speak!” Sophie blushed visibly. “I am sorry Mistress Jade.” Sophie managed to blush an even deeper red than she did before. Sophie had contacted Mistress Jade through an internet contact site, and after detailed discussions as to limits and likes/dislikes, agreed on a time and date. She had not done anything like this before, and although she was flushed with excitement of what was to come, was comfortable with her selection of Mistress. Especially given the detailed questioning she had received. Even as far as the relationship with her husband and his likes and dislikes. Handing over the agreed upon sum, her mistress quickly counted the money before placing it in her purse. “Well now, you have been a very naughty maid. This house is filthy and you have made me wait and disrespected me to boot!” Mistress Jade summoned her sternest look. “What would your master think if he saw you now?” Sophie looked at her feet. “I asked you a question child?” “Sorry Mistress Jade, I would imagine he wouldn’t be very happy.” “There he is working all day to provide a warm and comfortable house for you and this is the way you repay him.” ”Yes mistress” “And when will your husband arrive home?” “Five’ O’clock mistress” Sophie lied, knowing full well that he was bound inescapably to a chair in their spare rooms cupboard, only able to watch the entertainment to come. “Well I must administer punishment in his absence, Up to your room this instant!” Sophie looked indecisive for a few moments, before deciding the best course of action would be to do exactly as she was told. Moving as fast as she could in her heels, she headed towards the bedroom. Mistress Jade followed at a more leisurely pace, watching the skirts of Sophie’s dress bounce as she made her way up the stairs. She slipped the coat from her shoulders and hung it on the stair banister before following today’s submissive up the stairs. Tom saw Sophie enter the room and sit on the side of the bed. She looked at the mirror on the dresser, at Tom, and winked a conspiratorial wink. Next into the room walked a statuesque woman, the very image of a dominatrix. She ignored Sophie entirely and walked over to the bag on the bed. Unzipping the bag she began to rifle through the contents, removing various items and placing them on the bed. “For such a naughty maid I am sure conventional punishments are out of the question. Come here and kneel.” Sophie got off the bed and trotted round to her Mistress before kneeling at her feet. Pulling a satin blindfold from the bag she pulled it over Sophie's eyes. “I don’t want you escaping so I will secure those meddlesome hands I think.” Pulling two shoulder length mitts from the bag, Mistress Jade busied herself with lacing them up Sophie’s arms. A posture collar was next from the bag and buckled tightly around her charges neck. Taking a length of chain from the bag and some padlocks, the tops of the mitts were secured to a ring at the back of the collar preventing Sophie from slipping the mitts off. Another padlock secured the bottoms of the Mitts together behind her back, rendering her completely helpless. Tom looked on in fascination as a total stranger blindfolded and bound his willing wife. The tens unit attached to his nipples was set to random program in both intensity and duration. At the moment it felt like pins were being jabbed into them. He watched as the stranger unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the ground before removing her blouse and placing it on the back of the bedroom chair. She stood dressed only in her heels, bra and knickers which she slipped down her ankles and onto the floor. Grabbing his wife’s hair she sat in the chair and slowly pulled his wife’s face towards her crotch. ”You will lick me clean to start with, and once I am satisfied we will continue with your punishment.” Sophie resisted but was inexorably pulled closer, unable to use her hands as leverage, she quickly found her face buried in her Mistress’s pussy. Tom’s watched in amazement as his wife pleasured another woman. Unable to move, he desperately wanted to join or even to just masturbate, but his wife had done too good a job in securing him. After what seemed like an eternity, the strangers head went back and her hips spasmed as what was obviously an orgasm shook her body. Pulling his wife’s head away she stood up and went over to the bag again. Mistress Jade removed the ball-gag from the bag and placed it on the bed. Rummaging around she found a leather hood which was laid next to it. “You have redeemed yourself of one of your indiscretions, making me wait. You will now be punished for having a dirty home followed by a further punishment for speaking out of turn.” Mistress Jade picked up the ball-gag. “Open your mouth now.” As Sophie complied, the gag was pushed quickly into her waiting mouth and buckled behind her head. The hood came next. Eyeless and mouth less, it laced from the rear and made sure that Sophie could not expel the gag from her mouth. Helping Sophie to her feet, she pushed her over the edge of the bed onto her front. Mistress Jade hopped onto the bed; straddled Sophie’s back and lifted her skirts exposing the ruffled knickers. With a deft hand she slapped the presented buttocks with a satisfying thwack. “One, two, three…” Sophie mewed and kicked her legs but was unable to escape the onslaught. The spanking continued for almost five minutes. Tom watched in amazement as the tops of his wife’s thighs became red from the abuse. It was this point the vibrator in Toms arse decided to make itself known. Tom squealed in surprise but all that came out was an ineffective grunt. Sophie’s mistress climbed off of her charge, leaving her breathing heavily through the open nostrils of the leather hood. Fetching several coils rope from the bed, she pulled Sophie into the centre of the bed. “Well that was your punishment for having a dirty house, now all that remains is your punishment for speaking out of turn.” Taking each ankle, she tied each to the corner of the bed, before releasing the padlock which bound the mitts. Taking more rope she secured the ends of the mitts to the head of the bed; effectively spread eagling Sophie and leaving her body taut. Mistress Jade rifled through the bag once more, removing even more rope before removing one last item. A Hitachi massager wand and extension lead. Taking the wand she placed it directly against Sophie’s sex, using the extra rope to bind it to her waist and then to each corner of the bed, making sure it could not be dislodged. Taking one last item from the bag, she bent down to the side of the bed finding a suitable mains outlet. She plugged the timer into the wall and then plugged the flying lead from the wand into the timer. The timer was the sort that would switch a bedside light or whatever was plugged into it, on or off at random intervals to convince burglars that a house was occupied. Setting the timer for its shortest duration, making sure the power switch on the wand was off; she switched the wall socket on the timer to on and proceeded to retrieve her clothes. Sophie could hear Mistress Jade moving around, felt her tie something to her crotch and then silence. Whatever was there couldn’t been dislodged no matter how much she wriggled. Not that her mistress had left any slack in the ropes holding her to the bed. She could slide her bum a short distance side to side, the satin of her knickers and dress allowing almost no friction. Wherever she moved, the pressure on her crotch remained steady. Sophie was very turned on now, and would have begged for release had the gag and hood not rendered her silent. She wondered what form the next part of her punishment would be, she expected she would shortly find out. Fully dressed again, Mistress Jade walked round to the dresser, and sitting in the chair checked her makeup. Tom grunted as loudly as he could, but the stranger simply spun in the chair and addressed his wife. ”For your final part of your punishment I have decided to make an example of you.” “You will remain tied to this bed at the mercy of the device I have attached to your sex for the duration until your husband, sorry, master arrives home from work. It’s up to him then to decide what he wants to do with you.” Sophie froze, Tom wouldn’t be coming home from work, and he was tied to a chair in the adjoining room! Tom’s reaction at this moment was almost the same. A cold dread chilled his heart as he heard these words. Mistress Jade leaned over to the bed and flicked the power switch on the wand to on. The timer must be in its off cycle right now as it remained inert. “I wish you adieu and goodnight. Don’t worry, I will see myself out.” And with that Mistress Jade got up and left the room. A job well done she retrieved her coat from the end of the stairs and as she opened the door noticed with some satisfaction the sound of the Hitachi switching on. Closing the door to the house and walking down the driveway Mistress Jade wondered if she would be likely to see this particular client again soon… Tom struggled uselessly in his bonds as he watched his wife thrash on the bed. Her body arched as the wand switched on and her hips spasmed as an orgasm hit her. Tom would have no such release, the tens unit had started another more powerful cycle and the butt plug was ramping its vibrations up. He could hear her moaning into the gag and watched as her body shook violently as another orgasm hit her again.
The camera focused in on the busty blondes nervous, shaking face. She was twenty minutes into her half hour long Hellfire Sex porno video session and was counting every second until it was over, it had literally been twenty minutes of hell and she just wanted it over, to get her money and get out of there. It had sounded like easy money, an easy way to get into the porn market, there was no male – female sex involved, just extreme domination from a female pornstar. She had seen the promos of other videos and marvelled at the acting skills of the other girls, the way they conveyed abject terror and fear at their female tormentor had really impressed her and she only hoped she could match them. As she was discovering there was no acting involved, the pain, humiliation and domination she was getting paid for was all real and Mistress Melissa was really the hard, nasty, sadistic bitch she portrayed on screen – that was no act. And as the raven haired Dominatrix moved back on screen, slapping a riding crop menacingly in her palm the young blonde had to bite her lip to stop herself begging for this all to be over. She had come too far to give up now, just ten minutes, she looked desperately at the cameraman who just continued to film her mental anguish. Mistress Melissa circled her prey and slapped the crop against her palm as she went. Nikki, was naked and had her hands chained, separately, high above her head so that she was stood on tiptoes. Melissa's voice when it came was a snake like hiss. "So slut are you enjoying this so far?" "N-no Mistress." SLAP! Melissa brought the crop hard across Jenna's large breasts. "Wrong answer bitch! Let me ask you again. Are you enjoying this so far?" "Y-Yes Mistress." "Good. So you will enjoy it when I whip your ass (CRACK!)? Or when I hit your fat tits again (CRACK)? Or your thighs (CRACK)? Or your back (CRACK)? Or your ass again (CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK.CRACK)?" The first lashes had Nikki squirming and yelping but the harsh quick fire shots that came at the end had her jumping and shrieking for her to stop. Melissa just smiled wickedly. "You make too much noise little girl, we need to shut you up." She produced an orange ball gag and it was only once it was stuffed in Nikki's mouth that the blonde realised she wouldn't be able to say the safe word they had agreed earlier if things got too much for the rookie (and she was on the point of saying it too). She struggled and tried to shout it through the gag but nothing intelligible came out and the Domme just cruelly smirked and dished out a series of hard lashes with the crop all around Nikki's helpless body. There were tears in her eyes and she pleaded through the gag for this to end, she had had enough. But Mistress Melissa was not finished yet. She did though, stop whipping the blonde, just short of drawing blood it seemed. She smirked and spat in Nikki's face, enjoying her spittle dripping from the dumb bimbo's cheek as she moved to her table and picked up two nipple clamps. This calmed Nikki somewhat but that panic disappeared as Melissa put the clamps down and then picked up two other ones, and they were vicious looking crocodile clips style clamps! Jenna gave a fearful struggle as Melissa paraded the clips under her eyes, teasing them towards the blondes large nipples. They were not the clamps agreed before the shoot and Nikki was scared of them. As she should have been as they bit into her sensitive skin her eyes went wide and she implored Melissa to stop. Melissa just smiled maliciously and struck her again with the crop. "Little slut! Mistress Melissa will show you what Hell is!" she hissed in her French accent. She stood back to enjoy the dumb blonde's struggles. This was what she lived for, to totally dominate these types of girls that thought the porn business was easy. Melissa spent the next five minute flogging her prisoner loving the look on the blondes face as each blow landed. Finally Melissa reached up and unlocked her wrists and Jenna dropped to her knees exhausted praying her session was over. The brunette Domme allowed the blonde to take her gag off and unpluck those vicious clamps before taking command again. "Ah, ah! No! No! We're not done yet. I've got one last lesson for you to learn you dumb slut!" She casually flipped Nikki onto her back and then dropped to her knees over the blonde's shoulders, Jenna thought about struggling but her mind seemed to be resigned to do whatever was required of her until she could get the hell out of there. She had an about turn of thinking pretty quickly when Melissa pulled her PVC panties to one side and started to piss all over Nikki's face! Pain was only one of Mistress Melissa's methods of domination. Humiliation was another favourite. The blonde was tired and emotional and Melissa knew how to keep her in position as she pissed all over her beautiful young face. She had been saving it up all day just for this moment and was rewarded with a powerful stream of yellow urine that targeted the bimbo's eyes, nose and mouth. It took Nikki completely by surprise and she didn't get her mouth closed very quickly so ended up swallowing a fair mouthful before claming her lips up. But even then it poured up her nostrils as she struggled to get the Brunette off her. In the end she gave up and just lay there as she was pissed on for what seemed like hours until eventually Melissa got up, smiled at the camera and walked off leaving the camera to zoom in on the distraught blonde's shiny face. * FIVE YEARS LATER... A lot can happen in five years and for Melissa it had. She had fallen in love (with a fellow adult star), married, had a child, got out of the porn business, fallen out of love, divorced, lost her child in the custody battle and been forced to go back to the business she had made her name in. Only things had changed and Mistress Melissa was no longer a name or brand that people were particularly bothered about. She had to take business where and how she could. She even had to get a boob job, something she abhorred and taunted her many 'victims' over. But things had changed and the raven haired star could no longer survive in the porn industry with her relatively flat chest. Other things had changed too. The content allowable on film had gotten far more extreme, even more than Melissa's heyday (although many of the vile things she had done to starlets had never been shown for a variety of reasons) and the lengths she would have to go to to get back to her position in the industry had gotten far worse too. So it was that she found herself in a waiting room of a porn producer knowing she would have to do anything and everything he asked just to get back to doing the Hellfire series. But if that was what it took, Melissa was willing to do it. When she was finally led into his office by his smirking secretary she was stunned by how young the man was. Could this twenty year old really decide her fate? She sat down and they discussed her plans for a new series and they reviewed her old series and he seemed pretty positive about financing it all, but she just knew there was a big but coming somewhere down the line. "I gotta tell you Mel ( she winced, detesting the shortening of her name) we already have our own brand of domination porn as you already know so we don't really need to add another brand. But I'm sure we can fit it in. I'm just going to have to run it past Jenna." "Jenna?" "Yeah Jenna Wilde. Don't tell me you never heard of her? Oh man. She's the hottest video Domme ever and she signed exclusively to us and I really got to run this past her first, I can't afford to piss her off right now. Tell you what, why don't you go have a seat outside again and I'll speak to her see what she says." Melissa went, reluctantly, secretly seething that her comeback was in the hands of a young jerk nearly half her age and a pretender to her throne, she didn't even know who this Jenna Wilde was. Still she managed to keep calm, too much was riding on this not to. The prick kept her waiting nearly half an hour in that damned waiting room before Melissa was invited back into the office. And what she heard was not really what she wanted to hear. "You know I had a long chat with Jenna and she had heard of you, from the old days ( Melissa bit her tongue at that comment) and we reckoned that we should maybe give you a go. But, Jenna wanted you to maybe star in one of her films first before we start you off on your own." It was a lot for Melissa to consider and it took a moment or so before the full implications dawned on her. "That's ah, great. But wait a minute when you say this Jenna wants me to star in one of her features, I take it that is as a fellow Domme?" "Ah well, not exactly. Jenna wants you to be her sub in an upcoming feature, should be one of our best. You do a good job there and we'll start you off on your own series, what do you say?" Melissa was stunned and wanted to tell him to stick his offer but she knew the realities of her situation. That was why she had got these new, big tits because that was what was needed. And as much as she hated the idea this was also what was needed to be done. It really stuck in her throat to agree to do it but she knew that was the best thing for her and she eventually found the words to agree to it and rather than dwell on that part concentrated instead on getting back into the business and what she could do. Little did she suspect that Jenna used to be called something else entirely when she had first started out in the business and had some very special 'plans' in store for the returned legend of humiliation / torture porn. The next week brought a flurry of activity for Melissa as various contracts were signed and arrangements made for this test video shoot. Melissa had to make appointments with various beauty specialists: hairdressers, tanner, make up, etc, she knew the importance of looking good in this shoot, everything rode on it. She even found the time to do a bit of research on this Jenna Wilde, not as much as she should have but enough. Jenna, it appeared, was a big titted bottle blonde who thought she was a Dominatrix. Melissa sneered at her efforts to dominate and humiliate other big titted blondes and felt pretty comfortable that she wasn't going to be too put out at having to pretend to submit to her. There was something familiar about the blonde but Melissa didn't pay her too much attention she was just a means to an end. The day came of the shoot, it was a Friday morning and strangely Melissa was nervous. She had been out of the business too long and she knew she might never get this kind of opportunity again. She was first to arrive at the allotted studio and had to wait ten minutes in her car before anyone showed up to open it up. The guy was a burly brute and he leered at her as he admitted her into the studio. After that a few more guys appeared including the star, Jenna Wilde. The blonde totally ignored Melissa and headed for her dressing room while the Director gave Melissa her instructions for the shoot. The Director was a weasel of a man, features wise. A thin, furtive guy who slipped easily into the room that Melissa was waiting in. He introduced himself quickly before handing Melissa a box. "That's the clothes Jenna wants you wearing for the shoot, put them on then wait here Bruno will come get you once the set is ready and lead you in." Inside the large cardboard storage box she had been handed was Melissa's worst nightmare. A lacy, pink Baby Doll night-gown, pink stockings, pink high heels and a bright pink, studded collar. It was so girlie, so submissive and a harsh woman like Melissa detested having to wear it but she forced herself to and looked in the mirror as she waited. As she stood there hating her look the door slammed open and the big bruiser who had let her in to the building came in, he leered at her heart sunk when she saw what he had in his hand - a bright pink dog leash! "On your knees girlie, I'll attach this then walk you into the scene, that's the instructions." Melissa sighed she didn't doubt the clod was correct, hadn't the Director said 'lead in'. Despondently she dropped to her knees and grimaced as he clipped the leash to the collar then led her off on her knees much to her chagrin and discomfort. They were stopped in front of the huge double doors of the studio by the Director who seemed to have grown a backbone since they had last spoken. "Good, you look good Melissa. Now remember once you are through those doors the cameras will be running, you need to do everything Jenna tells you first time, we are under extreme time constraints so we don't want to re-shoot if we can avoid it. She's in a bad mood so do not fuck this up, remember you do this right you got a contract yourself?" God, Melissa wished she could just get up, knee the little prick in the balls and tell him where to stick the shoot but somehow she reigned in her temper and nodded obediently up to him. Then from beyond the doors came a shrill, menacing female voice. "Where's my bitch? Get that old cunt in here NOW!" The Director physically jumped and told Bruno to get in there. Melissa was almost impressed at the power this woman possessed (though she was not impressed with being described as an 'old cunt'). The Director pushed the door and Bruno dragged Melissa through and she was finally face to face with this young bitch who she was rapidly hating with an absolute passion. Physically, Jenna Wilde was everything Melissa was not. Jenna was tall where Melissa was short. Jenna was a platinum blonde to Melissa's jet black hair. Jenna had huge, bounteous breasts that dwarfed Melissa's even after her boob job. And most crucially there and then Jenna was the Domme in heels and standing tall and Melissa was the sub on her knees. It had not always been so thought Jenna as she watch Melissa crawl in and remembered that shoot so early in her career under her real name of Nikki. The very memory made the blonde's eyes blaze with fury. "Hurry up! Get that old bitch over her immediately! I can't wait to get stuck into her!" Jenna was hell on heels! Literally! She was wearing a pair of impossibly high heeled red and black boots that made her tower even more than her already tall frame. The rest of her outfit was also red and black, skin tight rubber shorts and bodice that displayed acres of cleavage. "Get her on the bench I want to get started on her, let her see what a real dominant woman is like! Not some old has been!" Melissa was fuming but did nothing as she was dragged over to a mid height bench and pulled up so that she was bent over it. Bruno easily fixed chains and cuffs to her ankles that connected to the floor and then her wrists were cuffed to the bench at her sides leaving her pretty much helpless and exposed over the hard wooden bench. Melissa flexed her limbs and found there was precious little give in her bondage, she was now totally in the hands of the younger Mistress. Just as she was getting that thought in her head things got really weird, Jenna walked away from her and addressed the Director. "Right that's her in place and not going anywhere unless I decide it, get everybody and get out. Bruno you and Lex stay behind in the dressing room I'll call you when I need you." Melissa was bemused but not overly worried as the crew (Director, camera man, runner) all packed up and left the room and the sounds of them exiting the building were soon enough heard. She gave it a moment before speaking to Jenna. "What's going on? I thought we were making a film here! This isn't very profes...." Her questions were cut short as Jenna's hand enveloped her mouth and gagged it. "Shut up bitch! You just fucking lie there and listen and I'll tell you a little story. It's got a hell of a twist in the tail at the end. Once upon a time there was a young, beautiful, innocent girl called Nikki who was short on cash and turned to using her looks to earn a living. She tried porn and had the misfortune of working with the dirtiest, nastiness bitch in the business. This bitch used and abused Nikki, went way over the line and broke several rules that had been agreed beforehand. She beat Nikki and treated her like a dog, called her alL sorts of names, hurt her and even fucking pissed on her. And you know what? The old cunt got off on it!" Melissa could see what was going on and did not like it one bit but the was trapped and knew it so she just looked at the crazed looking blonde and listened as she continued, her voice getting higher with every word. "And you know what? I bet that old bitch though she had put Nikki off the business for life. I bet she thought that was it she was done with it all. But Nikki wasn't. Nikki took a few weeks to get over it but she changed her name and tried again and this time she managed to get a job as a Domme and she remembered all that Mistress Melissa had done to her and repeated it and while Mistress Melissa fell off the radar to go and fuck her life up Mistress Jenna was born and she just kicked ass! She made film after film, getting harder and nastier with every shoot and she harboured her grudge and resentment against Mistress Melissa and just prayed for an opportunity to meet her again on equal or better terms. And here we are." As tough and as hard as Melissa was she knew this was not good. The blonde had a crazed look in her eyes that you could not help but be concerned about, especially if you were tied up and trapped with her while she had access to all manner of toys and instruments. Jenna started running her long, sharp nails all over Melissa's soft body, hard enough to leave light red trails in their wake. In a few furious seconds the pink night-gown was been ripped from Melissa's body. "Jenna! Please! I was just doing my job! It was just a film. I don't even remember you..." It only dawned on the trapped brunette after she had spoken the words that that might not have been the best thing to say. And certainly by the fire in Jenna's eyes and the increase of pressure in the nail scratching it hadn't been.. In fact her hands reached under Melissa's trapped torso and fixed on her big nipples and dug her sharp talons right into them, twisting them as she went. "DON'T REMEMBER ME! Well you'll fucking remember me after this!" And with that manic cry she physically tried to pull Melissa's tits off by the nipples – at least that's what it felt like to her. Jenna regained some composure after a few seconds and released her vice like grip on Melissa's tits but her voice still held its deep menace. She stepped away from Melissa's bound form and headed to the nearby table that had a myriad of items on it. Melissa, though decided that she was not going to just lie here and take this. She remembered her days as the pre-eminent Domme on the scene and was certain this blonde bimbo could not be as hard or as harsh as she was. So, despite her bondage, she decided that attack was to be the best form of defence. "Hey Bitch! Yeah, that's right you dumb blonde whore! I don't fucking remember you, you were fucking nothing to me, just one in a long stream of big titted blonde bimbos that I fucking destroyed. And yeah, I may be tied up right now but I certainly am not afraid of you. Do your worst bitch, try to break me, because I guarantee you don't have it. You don't have enough to make me submit." Melissa was shaking with anger, her face set and determined. She was making a last stand here and knew it but she felt pride and anger coursing through her. She was suddenly infused with a determination not to beg with Jenna, not to plead for her release but to instead face her up, dare the bitch to go through with this and show her she was not as dominant as she and everyone else thought she was. Melissa was old school and she doubted Jenna had ever crossed anyone like her before. Jenna turned from the table, a stunned look on her face. No one had spoken to her like that in years. In fact not since her destruction in the scene with Melissa. Slowly her stunned look turned into a thin smile, this was going to be fun. "So? Think you're hard do you bitch? Well I'll make you a deal, If you can last one hour without saying the words 'I submit Mistress' to me not only will I untie you but I'll let you put me in your position and let you run wild on me. Are we on?" "Damn right we are you blonde skank! The only problem I see is if you're too scared to go through with it once I last you out!" Jenna pointed to a clock on the wall in front of where Melissa lay. "OK then it's now showing as 2pm if you haven't submitted by 3pm then I will release you and take your place." Melissa nodded vehemently, she was determined now, she had a target in mind and was sure she could handle anything this bimbo could throw at her. She watched as Jenna withdrew a thin bamboo cane from a rack behind her and stroked its length as she came round behind Melissa, the battle was on! In a wild frenzy Jenna delivered over a hundred strokes with that cane to Melissa's backside. It took less than five minutes and by the time Jenna finally relented (her arm too sore to continue for the moment) Melissa's delicious arse had been turned from a series of thin red lines into one large, throbbing scarlet area that discernible heat was rising up of. Throughout the rush of blows Melissa had bitten down on her lower lip and somehow managed not to make a sound. Yes her body had shaken and quivered as the strokes arrived but she had somehow kept her silence throughout and it had unnerved the dominant blonde somewhat. "Think your tough bitch? That was just for starters!" screamed Jenna, but even that pleased Melissa she knew she had rattled her foe already, could hear it in her voice, knew the blows had been scattershot rather than measured and besides Melissa hoped she would concentrate on her ass rather than other areas of her body, she was sure of her ass. And indeed it was Melissa's ass that was the target when Jenna's right arm had recovered, this time utilising a riding crop. And this time she did elicit a verbal reaction from the immobile figure that she was whipping. Melissa gave off a series of high pitched yelps after a few harsh slashes from Jenna with the crop. This brought a smile back to the blonde, she enjoyed hearing her brunette rival in pain but what she didn't know that although Melissa was yelping, she still could have kept quiet. Yes the blows hurt but she was s till able to take them but by doing this she was sure the dumb blonde would continue to focus on her ass for longer. Sure enough the tactic worked. Jenna spent another ten minutes whaling away at Melissa's ass with the riding crop turning it a darker shade of ugly red but eventually as Melissa's yelps lessened and the blonde took the time to observe her 'victim' she saw a certain smugness about her and realised that attacking her ass was not the best way to go about winning this challenge. This realisation really set Jenna off, she threw the riding crop to the floor, stormed round to face Melissa spat right between her eyes and the bitch slapped her as hard as she could while cursing her with every name under the sun while Melissa laughed up at her. "Don't laugh at me you old cunt! You motherfucking slut! I am going to destroy you! Fucking break you like a twig!" Melissa just laughed back at her, knowing that she was buying herself more and more time. Finally Jenna got back her composure and realised her mania was costing her dear. She turned her back on her bound foe and took a moment to get herself together and try to clear her mind. Did she dare spend more time thrashing that ass? Or was it time to start elsewhere on the bitch's body? She knew time was ticking. A glance over her table of instruments gave her the answer. There glistening were a brand new set of stainless steel crocodile teeth clip nipple clamps. "Ok let's see how these work on you bitch, shall we?" That seemed to wipe the smirk from Melissa's face. Indeed her nipples were the place to attack if you wanted to put the pressure on the brunette. Ever since her boob job they had been funny, more sensitive, like they had been stretched and from the look of those clamps that was not a good thing. Jenna squatted down so she could get good access to Melissa's tits, Melissa squirming to keep them firmly on top of the bench. She managed to waste a few seconds but Jenna hooked her hand in her hair and ripped it up, lifting her head and torso up so she clipped the firs then the second clamp firmly in each nipple and watched as Melissa felt the pain hit her. They were tight and hard and cold and Melissa felt like she had been hit with a jolt of electricity. Jenna noticed the tightening of Melissa's features immediately and knew that this was a far better avenue to explore in breaking her into submission. And Jenna was no mug using them either, no sooner than they had gripped into Melissa's sensitive nipples and sent the pain into them had she pinched their tops to take them off to allow the blood back into them before clamping them back on, this time even sorer. The third time she did this she finally got a facial reaction from Melissa that pleased her, a pained grimace of apparent discomfort. And this time it was real discomfort. Melissa squirmed on the bench, desperate to get the clamps released but unable to do a thing. Jenna squatted down to eye level with her captive and taunted her face to face. "Come on you old witch! Quit now before I really break you! Quit and tell me how superior I am and how pathetic you are! Tell me I'm the most dominant porn star ever!" Jenna lifted the clamps three more times as she said this snapping them back into place each time. Melissa screwed up her face and tried to spit at the blonde but the angle wasn't right and she ended up dribbling her own saliva down over her chin. Which just made Jenna laugh at her efforts. After a few more pinches with the cruel clamps Jenna started twisting and turning them when they were on Melissa's nipples. For this she was rewarded with the sight of her foes face twisted and contorted into a look of anguish as she tried to hold back any groans or screams. She did not want to give this blonde bimbo any encouragement at all. She must not make a sound. They were past the half hour mark now and although Jenna was happy with how things were going she knew she was going to need more to get that submission from Melissa, who was proving more resilient that she had expected. She left the clamps on Melissa's nipples and moved to her table again this time coming back with an ice bucket. "I wonder if your other most sensitive parts are able to withstand my attentions slut? Let's see, shall we?" With that Jenna took a handful of ice and pressed it up inside Melissa's pussy. It was as shocking and breathtaking as it was unexpected and that finally forced Melissa to break her silence, more through surprise than anything else. "Yaaargh!" "Hmm. So you can speak bitch. Nice to know. Now how about telling me that I am the better dominant. That I am your superior and that I am your Mistress an you are just a dumb pain slut?" Melissa's blue eyes flashed with rage as she shook her head. "Never, bitch! Yeeeaaarhh!" This latest noise came from Melissa as Jenna attached a third crocodile clamp, this time on her freezing cold clit. With all three clamps on and tight Melissa's body was pushed to it's limits and this time when Jenna picked up her cane and began to lash it against Melissa's bright red ass each jerk of the brunette's body brought fresh intense sensations through her tits and pussy. Jenna pointed to the clock as she spoke. "You've got just over twenty minutes left bitch, think you can hold out that long through this? I don't. I know you're going to quit, going to cry and beg me to stop and beg to be my pain slut so why prolong this? Just give up and admit I am the better woman and I can end this. Give up!" "NO! You can kiss my ass slut!" was Melissa's defiant shout. "Kiss it? No, I'll not kiss it but I will fuck it slut. I'll ass fuck it like never before!" Jenna stormed over to her table and swiftly strapped on a huge strap on dildo. She was getting ever more desperate now, the clock was inexorably ticking towards the hour and she knew in herself that if she failed to break Melissa in that time then she would have failed. She knew that she would honour the bet and would then be completely at the older woman's mercy and just the thought of that video shoot all those years turned the blondes blood to ice. There was no way she would allow that to happen. She was in the strap on harness in seconds and had the tip of the thick plastic dick positioned at the tight entrance to Melissa's ass even quicker. With her right hand she jerked back on Melissa's long, dark hair and hissed in her ear. "You get one chance bitch! One chance to submit and tell me what I want to hear or I will ass fuck you like you've never had it before! You know I will!" Melissa knew it, her entire body was giving back bad signals now, her defences were lowering, her determination sapping away but still she would never surrender to this novice, her pride would not allow it. In a gasping breathless voice she spat out. "Do it then bitch! Do it! I'll never quit!" Jenna froze for a moment, stunned by the determination and venom in her rivals voice. She was struck by the notion that, perhaps, she was not going to win this challenge after all and it scared her. After a moment though she fought down her panic and rammed the dildo home. Melissa jerked her entire body as she was anally invaded by this large intruder, she was a porn star, yes, and had taken dick in her shitter before but she didn't like it and tried not to and certainly she had never taken anything quite the size or ferocity of this. Jenna pulled back on the brunettes hair with her left hand as she started ass fucking her with a vengeance while with her right she reached around to twist the three clamps, increasing the pressure on Melissa further. Every thirty seconds demanding then imploring her to submit. The more time went by the more desperate Jenna was sounding and Melissa just gritted her teeth and tried to block out everything that was happening to her body. There was one thing though that was annoying the hell out of her and she voiced her annoyance in a gasping, venomous threat. "Get..your fucking...filthy hands.. off my hair.. you bitch!" Jenna was surprised, here she was with harsh clamps on both her nipples, another on her cold clit and a monster dildo fucking her asshole and this bitch was complaining about her hair being pulled. There was just about ten minutes left before she would lose the challenge but suddenly a lightbulb went off in the blonde's head. A memory, barely heard or thought about at the time but suddenly brought to the surface. How Mistress Melissa, Queen of Hellfire Sex (as she was) was so proud of her long, black mane of hair. How she always had a different style, pulled back severely, worn up, in a ponytails whatever it was a huge feature of her Domme persona and from somewhere Jenna's mind dredged up that memory. But what to do with it? Melissa was braced for an onslaught in that last ten minutes. A final desperate attempt from the blonde to break her. And she was ready, there was nothing she could do that would elicit a submission from Melissa, in fact Melissa was already thinking about what she would do to Jenna, it would make the last hour look like nursery activities in comparison. But what she was not expecting was for Jenna to suddenly pull her fake dick out of Melissa's stretched asshole and for her to walk away from her bound rival and actually leaving the room. "What's the matter bimbo? You given up already? I knew it! You're nothing! Fucking noth...." Her taunts were broken off by Jenna returning and taking her unfastened strap on and jamming it into Melissa's open mouth. "Here, taste your own stinking ass for a while. And no, I've not given in just yet." And with that cryptic comment Jenna left the room and left Melissa gagging on her own shit. Melissa was totally baffled. Yes, she was still being punished by the clamps and the dildo in her mouth was hardly pleasant but was that dumb bitch just giving up? It had totally thrown her and she wondered if Jenna had taken off, scared of what Melissa would do to her once that hour was up. But with five minutes left on the clock Jenna re-entered the room with something hidden in her hand and a big shit eating grin plastered on her face. From her uncomfortable position plus with the thick end of that strap on jammed in her mouth Melissa could hardly make out what her rival was up to but could ascertain that she was plugging something into a wall socket. What the fuck was she doing. Less than five minutes remained. As soon as Melissa saw what it was that Jenna had been fiddling with her blood ran cold – it was an electric shaver. As the blonde held it up for the brunette to get a good look at she explained. "Lucky I saw the boys using this earlier, eh? Now bitch when I remove that dildo from your mouth you will quit. You will submit, You will admit I am the better, more dominant woman and that I own you. Then we will get the crew back in and film the most degrading, humiliating bondage film I have ever made where I break you on camera and make you my slave. If you don't and want to hold out to win our bet then fine but by the time the clock runs out I will have shaved your head completely bald." As if to emphasise the point she held the shaver right against Melissa's hairline on her forehead and pressed it into life, the buzzing sounding extremely loud to the bound brunette. Every bit of colour dropped from Melissa's face as the threat sank home in her mind. She had felt she could withstand anything Jenna could throw at her but never expected anything so extreme as this, and she so loved her luscious, long black hair. There was less than three minutes left when Jenna carefully plucked the dildo from Melissa's lips and the words could not come out quickly enough for the older ex-dominant. "OK! You win! I give up! I surrender! I submit! Please don't touch my hair! Please, I'm begging you!" Jenna smirked and still held the shaver to Melissa's hair. "And what am I bitch? Tell me!" "You are my Mistress! Please don't, I submit to you! Please!" Despite the stressful conditions that had made Melissa submit the very fact that she had was a hammer blow to the older woman's psyche. Her face showed the shock and horror registering with her as the full implications of her submission hit her. She had been through so much yet had not had the mental strength to hold out that little bit longer. It was obvious to Jenna that any resistance would now be at it's lowest. She lowered the shaver but kept it in her hand. "I'm going to get the boys back in here in a minute and we'll shoot the video I want. I won so I expect you to stick to your side of the bargain and do and take anything and everything I tell you to. We are going to make the most vicious, nasty BDSM movie imaginable and you will be the most weak, feeble, pathetic submissive slut in it, understand?" Melissa's entire future changed in the next moment. The confident, brash, dominant Alpha female of before was gone to be replaced by a timid, cowering, craven coward. Defeat at Jenna's hands had done something to her and her answer was given in faltering, whispered words. "Yes Mistress Jenna." It wasn't just the words, it was the voice they were spoken in, the slope of her shoulders and the body language that spoke of her abject defeat and submission. Jenna smiled as she grabbed a handful of Melissa's dark tresses and pulled them to force her to look up at Jenna. A dismissive slap followed to Melissa's face before Jenna left to get the crew back in. These next few minutes alone were like hell to Melissa. That cruel bitch Mistress Jenna (god, she had thought of her as Mistress Jenna in her mind!) had left the clamps still in place but she barely even thought of them, her mind was full of failure and defeat. When Jenna did return with her crew and began filming for real she took complete control and for the next four and a half hours filmed the complete and utter physical and mental submission of Melissa to Jenna. By the end Melissa was wearing the thick collar and crawling around like a dog as Jenna led her by a leash. She was taking multiple cocks in whatever hole Jenna ordered and was saying anything on camera that her Mistress demanded. The film ended with a close up of Melissa's cum covered face, lifting up from eagerly licking Mistress Jenna's boot and staring into the camera and admitting. "I was Mistress Melissa but now all I am is Mistress Jenna's little bitch." Mistress Jenna smiled at this, sensing the truth in the words and already planning a series of film degrading and humiliating the old bitch, culminating in tattooing her and making her get rid of that hair that had been her downfall. But those were all in the future.....