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As the mood strikes, I enjoy using mental triggers that I know will start the sub-space process in some submissive. It differs from one to another. Some enjoy being reminded that “[they] are an adorable little slut”, others respond to “on your knees”. This toy’s trigger is “are you wet?”; which I understand is a little unfair: she is, I know it. She has been since I first saw her a little earlier Today. I have that effect on her. So I can see her ready herself for giving herself to me again, as she answers “yes, Sir.”

“Get on your knees and crawl closer. No need to keep any clothes, toy, they would just be in the way.”

She obeys quickly, removing her dress and panties and crawl over to me, her ass high. I kneel next to her and after kissing her ear, I ask: “Who has been a good little slut?”

She blushes, a quality that I adore in a submissive, making her more vulnerable and beautiful. “Me, Sir.”

“Head on the ground, toy, hands behind your back.”

After she offers her body, I place her left wrist on top of her right one. I walk to collect a rope, which I glide against her ass, slowly, to reach her wrists. She shivers, I gently let the rope rub against her sex and I see wetness coat the hemp. She is ready and so wet. I smile. I glide the rope under her wrists so I have an anchor and slowly pull its extremities to reach under her shoulders, guiding it back to encircle her wrists and splitting it up to bind her upper arms. I pull slowly to guide her wrists higher in her back. I move the rope above her shoulders again to go toward her knees; splitting and pulling as I let it go under her knees fold and force her body to contract into itself, placing her legs by her side.

I angle her feet away from her main body, forcing her to be closer to the ground, then glide the rope in her back to create tension and move each end under her ankle. I repeat the process to use gravity and her weight to hold her to the ground and the rope to force her body in this curve. I place my hands against her ankles and push them apart from her body; not by much, as the rope I have placed prevents this, but enough to open her ass further. Her sex is open and glistening in the light.

“Quite a nice spread, my dear.”

Her blush and moans are, as always, the best compliment to my work. I arrange my composition by running the rope in between her toes and under the flat of the feet to add to the esthetic. Just because she is a toy does not mean I do not want to embellish her naked body. I know she understands and appreciates my dedication; her breathing is fast, and she makes little needy sounds. Adorable.

I Pendik Anal Escort wait a few seconds, looking at her offered body, gently gliding two fingers up and down her vulva. She moans little rapid animalistic sounds. I cherish making her needy. This is another exercise in owning her, body and mind.

“Open your mouth”.

She does so promptly and I raise her neck, straining it to glide the rope from either side of her face, the hemp splitting her mouth open. I tell her to “Hold the position” and glide the rope ends under her arms, toward her waist and move it up on the other side to reach her back. Her body arches now and I bind the waist rope to the wrist one before I create two loop knots.

“Relax”.

The natural tension of her body arched this way is simple: her head pulls the rope around her waist; not strongly, just enough to force her neck back. Importantly, the knots protect her neck from any further pull of the rope. As her upper body is partially lifted, I reach her pointed breasts and reposition them so they are not crushed, but pointed toward the floor. Her humiliation at my control over her body makes her moan. I confirm by opening her sex that she is even wetter than earlier. The smell that this gesture causes is erotic to the utmost.

I resume my work with the ropes and pull the rope ends in between her ass, gliding them down around the belly rope and applying a pull, spreading her ass cheeks. I pull it a second time, adding support to the splitting rope by running it straight down and holding it in place.

Now, both her sex and her little hole are exposed and open. I smile as I comment on “a very open little slut.” She moans in the ropes.

I start playing with her open holes, using my thumb in her ass and two fingers in her sex, with fingers from my other hand running up and down her clit. She jerks violently in her bounds as my touch is driving her insane with lust. The contractions of her walls tell me she is ready to cum. So far, I have not stimulated her much, but the mental pull is always strong, and this use is so tuned to her, she moans desperate not to cum without my permission.

I continue for a minute, the sounds she makes needier every second, until I stop and remove my fingers, and clean them. Her body is still shaking; in need, in lust and if she could speak, she would beg me to fuck her any way I chose just so I would allow her to cum.

I ignore her as I reach for the rope I left in her back and fashion an elaborate bow to conclude my bondage. I caress her ass, sensually, just running my fingers on her soft Pendik Yaşlı Escort skin, checking and looking deep into her offered body, smiling.

I move my hand to her hair, gently caressing it. She moans in content pleasure.

Being a gentle dominant, I enjoy seeing beauty, giving pleasure and exercising control. Using her this way, bring her deeper into sub-space. I caress her neck, gently gliding a finger around her ear.

I slowly guide one hand back in between her legs, pushing a single finger deep inside her, while my thumb glides up and down her clit. I lower my head next to her to whisper “you are a toy, a wonderful, delightful toy, and I want you to surrender everything that makes you… using your desires, your needs, your wants, to make you the perfect pleasure slave; open, needy, willing, offered. What do you say to that, toy?”

She moans hard in the rope but I can hear her muffled “YES” scream. Her breathing is loud, her walls contracting on my finger, her body pulling the ropes.

I release her, saying “Cum hard for me, toy.”

Her entire body shudders and she screams her raw orgasm in the rope.

I wait, my finger feeling the orgasm rock and crush her vaginal walls. When she slows down, I slowly pull my finger out, she is dripping; it is beautiful to see and smell. I clean her wetness in her own hair, caressing it. I lower myself to kiss her neck, whispering “good girl”. Her eyes are her best answer to this compliment.

I give her a minute to recover, all the while caressing her.

“I enjoy seeing you naked and bound, toy.”

I continue to caress her, slowly. She responds with delicate purrs.

“I know you enjoy being bound and used. I intend to keep you bound for a little longer, it is so pleasant to see… maybe make you cum again soon.”

Her blush is bright. I kiss her neck adding “I know, I am terrible”.

I walk away for a minute, going to find more toys to use. When I return, I prevent her from seeing those, although I am sure she has an idea.

Sure, I could blindfold her, but I want her to be fully aware of the level of control I have on her.

I place an elastic strap with clamps on each side of the ropes splitting her ass, at the height of her clit, and position a magic wand against it. I place another elastic strap above the first one, holding the vibrator’s head in place. I do not turn it on just yet, first I play with her mind.

“No cumming until allowed to.”

Then, I turn the wand on. Her body quivers and shakes, and I push the head against her sex, splitting her lips. The sounds Pendik Zenci Escort from her body are wet, very wet. The sounds from her throat are cries of needs. Her body shakes hard now, to little effect, the rope work is efficient and safe for her.

I take my time, alternating between high vibrations and low vibrations as her screams rise. I play with her for a few minutes before lowering the vibrations and leaving it held by the elastic straps.

I kneel next to her face and smile as I tell her “I am also a terrible person in that I want a submissive to cum … and cum … and cum again; turning her mind to desire and lust… for me.”

Her eyes have that unfocused look that orgasm causes; she is so close. I am edging her hard.

I reach under to caress the curve of her breasts. She moans sensitive.

I wait a little for her eyes to refocus, before adding two elastic bands with clamps above her well opened little hole; I squirt some lube into it and using a couple fingers, I massage it from the inside. She gasps and blushes deeply, feeling the sensations coursing through her body.

When I am satisfied with the amount of lubrication, I push a vibrating dildo inside the lubricated hole, turning it on. She moans and arches in the ropes, surrendering in humiliation as her body reacts to being filled and used.

I press the wand down hard against her clit, and turns both vibrators to full power, moving them and using her. She cries out, hard, needy, lusty… so ready. I slow down both vibrators and continue to edge her for a few more minutes. She moans through the ropes. At some point, her voice comes through her parted lips, rough and hard to understand “please, please, may I cum?”

I am about to let her cum, but first, I want her to offer herself fully. I have her body, I ask for her mind, so I ask “why?”

Her words are slurred, difficult to make out, but she knows her place. “Because I am your needy fucktoy Sir”

I turn both the vibrators to their highest settings; she shakes violently at once and I wait a good twenty seconds. She is so close to the point of no return and she fights so hard to obey me.

When I finally release her with a “cum”, her response is instantaneous and her entire body shudders; the sounds she makes are of pure bliss.

I slow down both vibrators to let her enjoy the aftershocks and not deprive her too soon. Her eyes stay unfocused, her body shaking and surrendering to her pleasure. After some time, as she recovers, I turn off both vibrators and remove the anal one, placing it away, and the straps so I can caress her ass. Her breathing is slowing down. As I remove the magic wand, I see that her sex is coated with her pleasure and that a large trail of her juices reaches the ground.

I smile at the beauty of this display, and kiss the upper side of her gorgeous posterior as I thank her with a “good girl”.

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Authors Note: My first submission to Literotica, a story I wrote for the purpose of uploading, was something I impulsively went to delete this afternoon, but hesitated upon reading a comment and seeing the votes, so I decided to submit another. This is my second submission here and this is a story I began writing a while ago but like most of my stories, I lost interest and moved onto other things. If it is well received, I may continue it.

This is more of a beginning to an erotic novel, which I had hoped to expand and develop in time, exploring more of this “futuristic” world where BDSM is more prevalent, without being unrealistic.

As with my other submission, please feel free to provide constructive criticism or comments or feedback, as I am very interested in what people think of it.

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Chapter One: Introductions…

Amsterdam hadn’t changed much in a hundred years — same business just catering to different needs. Jack didn’t know personally, of course, he wasn’t that old but he had a keen interest in history and had read plenty about the last century. Apparently, back then, there was a canal running through the middle of the street and women would stand in windows, provocatively beckoning you.

He looked around and tried to imagine the scene, the street busy with groups of guys, leering through windows, the river glittering red, reflecting the lights illuminating the women. He sighed; it was a lot different now.

The river had gone and been filled in, the street extended into a square. Many of the scenes were open air, to cater to the exhibitionists, but with many dark corners to cater to the voyeurs. There were some buildings that were closed off for privacy but these were the few scattered around the edge of the square, like some sort of barrier.

BDSM was now the predominant basis for Amsterdam and had, over the past hundred years, become a lot more socially acceptable and the majority had shifted in favour of the scene, vanilla sex having now become the sexual preference of the minority.

This is not to say that BDSM was everywhere, not everyone was into the scene 24/7. Many people still only practiced occasionally, or just in the bedroom. There aren’t many couples that have the desire to live the life full time, as well as the time and resources.

Jack had never visited Amsterdam before but he had heard much about it. The etiquette of the scene had developed well with the growth of popularity in alternative sex which allowed a majority of the women to walk around freely in the square, scantily clad, a few wearing no more than ankle and wrist cuffs.

There were several different areas in the square. Open shower blocks for scat and water sports, a large nursery for age play, a stable for pony play, a “hospital” for medical play, a few dungeons and dotted around the square were several suspension rigs and stocks for restraint and bondage. There were also many “weapon racks” located around the square, sporting canes, floggers, whips, clamps and other assorted gear.

It was easy to spot the working girls, as it was compulsory to wear a simple black leather collar with the word “SLUT” in stainless steel, as well as cuffs. Some of these girls were paid to clean the equipment after use, some maintained the cleanliness of the area and others were available to hire for use.

Every working girl had a generic safe word and the square masters would walk around, ensuring everyone stuck to the few restrictions that were in place; no cross-contamination between scenes, no hygienically questionable play outside of designated areas and, of course, play is to end if a safe word is called.

Chapter Two: Love at first slight…

Jack had been conversing with many of the women walking about. A lot were friendly, none were as pushy as the history books indicated they used to be, unless they were mistresses or masters, but even they were polite at first.

One girl had caught Jack’s attention. He glanced her up and down — the first thing he noticed was the cuffs and collar, indicating she was a working girl. Along with these, she wore thigh high white stockings and what appeared to be a blue petticoat.

Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back, actually highlighting her figure. She was petite but healthily so. Her breasts seemed larger that they should be but that could’ve just been the petticoat, and her legs were infinitely long. But the one thing that attracted Jack to her more than anything was her smile — her fun, bubbly nature.

Jack had spent a lot of time talking to her on her fleeting visits, in between trying to attract a customer. Originally Jack had come with the intention of just looking but over the past two hours, he had been working up the courage to proposition her. Of course she wouldn’t say no, his money was as good as anyone else’s but that didn’t make him any less nervous.

Eventually, he caught her eyes Pendik Türbanlı Escort across the square and beckoned her over. He glanced away quickly and turned back to her to see her approach. Unfortunately, there was no approach. She had been intercepted by another customer, a regular who paid very well and had no choice but to go with him.

Jack scanned the square for her and finally located her kneeling in front of a man, her customer. He was deep in conversation with one of the masters, probably negotiating a rate. This gave the girl and opportunity to look at Jack and as their eyes met, she shrugged and frowned, clearly indicating an emotion of disappointment and resign.

Jack watched as the man picked the girl up by the hair, the master now leaving, and turning her around. He tore away her petticoat and with the cuffs, he attached her to a large wooden X, exposing her front and leaving her helpless.

Jack looked on as the man quickly picked up a flogger and instantly started whipping her violently. Jack was shocked at how suddenly the man had started and with the intensity with which he began. Jack could see a conflict in the girl, between body and mind. The tears rolling down her eyes indicated she was in a great deal of pain but her erect nipples confessed her excitement.

Jack assumed this was part of the play, since many people were excited by tears, and began to admire the girls breasts, ample and pert yet obviously real. It was clear her breasts accentuated the petticoat, as opposed to the opposite.

Jack looked at the man and paused, stunned. He saw no care in the man’s eyes, no excitement, only a desire to inflict pain. Her tears were real and, to him, a side effect of his urge to hurt. The man was clearly a true sadist.

For a moment, Jack wondered why the girl did not yell her safe word before instantly cursing his stupidity. She was being paid a handsome amount for this and if she called stop now, not only would she lose his money but likely his custom, and possibly the custom of others. But this was not something he could tolerate.

Jack walked over to the man and as he lifted his arm for another swing, Jack gripped his wrist.

“That’s enough,” said Jack. The man looked Jack up and down; he was quite average — about 5’10, slight with blue eyes and dark blond hair and tiny amounts of white-grey in the hair above his ears. Jack didn’t need to size up the man, he had already done that – violent, stupid, sadistic, uncaring and egotistical.

“It’s enough when I say it enough, since when is this slut your whore?” The man said aggressively, as he started to pull his hand out of Jack’s grip. In that moment, Jack lifted his other hand and placed it on the man’s, twisting his wrist giving him the option to resist and end up with a broken wrist or to fall to the floor.

As the man hit the ground, Jack stared down at him,

“Since forever” smirked Jack, “but I only just realised”. Jack turned his back on the man and untied the girl, catching her before she fell to the floor in a combination of exhaustion and pain.

This spectacle had gathered quite a lot of attention and three masters were staring at Jack harshly, waiting to see whether he would try and stay. Jack knew this wasn’t an option and made his way to the car, the girl in his arms, the crowd separating for him, the masters not even trying to stop him — it was obvious he only had good intentions. Chapter Three: An offer you can’t refuse…

Opening her eyes, she was greeted by two immensely deep blue iris’ staring back at her. They moved away so that she could focus on the whole picture and she instantly recognised the face of the man she was talking to.

“What happened?” she asked, her eyes squinting from the confusion.

“Your customer didn’t know when to stop, so I helped him learn where the line is”.

She was puzzled for a moment before looking around and seeing a large, plush bedroom. Her eyes widened as realisation of the incidents had dawned on her, with flashes of memory before she blacked out.

“You bastard!” she yelled angrily as she sat up, her nostrils flaring and her cheeks reddening, “who the fuck are you to interfere with my job? Not as if I have a job any more! Now what the fuck am I going to do?”

“Please, calm down.” It wasn’t as much of a request as an order and his calm, deep tones actually managed to suppress her anger, as much as she tried to fight it, to fight him.

“I couldn’t allow that to continue, it was inhumane.”

“Oh, I see, you have some sort of saviour complex then.”

“No, I just hate to see a beautiful woman being subjected to that sort of pain… At least, not without consent.”

“I did consent!”

“No, you accepted, there’s a difference.” How the hell does he know? What makes him think he’s so fucking right? It’s just about time I leave, I have to try and grovel to get my-

Her thoughts were cut off by his hands Pendik Otele Gelen Escort being placed gently on her head, either side of her warm face, softly drawing her gaze back to his.

“Trust me”. And she did. She didn’t know why but she did.

“Trust doesn’t magically fix things.”

“Sometimes things don’t need to be fixed, they need to be thrown away and something new needs to replace it.”

“Oh, fuck you, you pretentious bast-“

Again her words were cut short, this time by the movement of one hand from her face to her hair. His fingers bunched up, making a fist, tightly gripping her hair, pulling her head back. She looked down her nose at him yet, for some strange reason, she wasn’t scared. She still trusted him.

“That’s enough. After talking yesterday I felt something with you. Something I’ve never felt with anyone before. I’m not going to force anything on you and I’m not saying things will work out but you need to give me a chance. Before you make any decision about grovelling for your job, walk with me.”

He pulled her to her feet with the hand in her hair and began to lead her. Occasionally she would stumble but he’d quickly catch her with his free arm and help her to regain her footing.

He could tell she was scared as her body quivered softly. He could also see she was strong, as she forced her muscles to relax to minimize the obvious signs of fear. Her eyes darted around as he led her down a flight of long, curving, elegant stairs. He led her to the front door, a large, dark wooden double door.

Once at the front door, he released his gripped in order to open the door for her. He then motioned for her to go before him. Taken aback at this, she paused before looking outside and walking through the doorway.

He followed her out and offered to her his arm. She took it politely and as she rest her hand on his forearm, he led her forward, down a few steps before turning her.

“This is my house,” He stated, pausing to give her an opportunity to inspect the exterior.

The house was large and elegant. It could have been two houses with the dividing wall demolished and the interior converted into one. It was three floors tall and shone brightly as the sunlight reflected off the white paint.

It reminded her of that white house place she had learnt about in school, where the president of the USA used to live. He watched as her head delicately turned to take in the grounds around her; acres of land surrounded the house and there were two cars on the large drive, as well as a motorcycle.

“Whom do you live with?” she asked, her voice quiet and timid, revealing her awe.

“I live alone. I bought this house after a large inheritance was left to me. Combined with a substantial income, it is maintained by a few maids who come to clean on the weekend. I also employ a cook and a part-time driver.”

She pulled her arm away quickly and he knew he shouldn’t have emphasised his wealth to someone who made their living selling their body. He cursed his mistake as she turned to him, nostrils flaring once again.

“I see! Mr. Big Spender thinks he can gets anything he wants just by flashing some cash, taking anything he desires and expecting-“

This time her sentence wasn’t cut short by him. A gentle breeze flowed over them and she felt her nipples harden. Looking down, she realised she was still naked, bar the stockings. Blushing, she quickly covered up.

“Lets go inside, I have a dressing gown you can borrow and I’ll make us some tea.”

Following him in, he led her to the breakfast room. Disappearing, he returned with a thick dressing gown and a cup of coffee. She quickly wrapped herself in the dressing gown, passing off a small ‘thank you’ before accepting the coffee.

“Please don’t underestimate me,” he said, lecturing, “Whilst I may choose to live in elegance, I tend to be very modest about my wealth. I don’t bring just anyone back here and I don’t think I’m better than anyone else, unless they prove themselves to be below me.”

“Like me?” her nostrils began to flare again.

“Like your customer. People with no decency, people with no goodwill, people with no friendliness – the people who are your lesser as much as mine. Now the choice you have is this; go back and grovel for your job, I will provide transport back there, or give things a chance her and see how you fare. If you choose the latter, there is no obligation to stay but please remember, whilst I try to be a gentleman and offer my kindness to you, I am also more than capable in providing you with what you desire.”

She looked at him, her eyes growing intense with curiosity and outrage. She hoped her glare would have an effect on him but his face remained expressionless other than a faint smile.

“And how the fuck do you know what I need?” she said, trying futilely to demonstrate her independence and her strength.

He walked towards Pendik Ucuz Escort her and gripped her hair once again. This surprised her to the extent that she dropped the coffee cup, breaking the mug on the tiled floor and spilling coffee everywhere but this didn’t even faze Jack.

He started to lead her out of the room but as she began to walk, she felt downward pressure increasing on her neck until, unable to withstand any more, she fell to her knees. Jack continued to lead her as she now crawled along side him. He led her through to the sitting room, which, much like the rest of the house, was well decorated with plush furniture and ornaments. He walked to the long, red leather couch and sat down, pulling her up slightly before placing her over his knee.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she yelled, trying to fight back, flailing wildly, but his grip on her hair was firm and he manage to hold her head down effortlessly. He hooked one leg around the back of hers, preventing her from kicking, and lifted her dressing gown.

He took a moment to stroke her firm, rounded backside, drawing circles with the palm of his hand. Her cries and protests now filtered from his hearing, he tapped lightly with his palm before lifting it and bringing it down with a light smack.

She yelped in exclamation but he continued for a few minutes regardless. By the time she had received twenty slaps on each cheek, her ass was a warm red glow, much like her face. He cries and protests had stopped and she awaited the next smack.

His hand drew circles once more, his tough palm soothing the throb in her ass. Suddenly, she felt his finger part her cheeks, brushing lightly over her hole before moving further down to her pussy. His run one finger along it, from her clit to her ass and smiled as copious amounts of her juice gathered on his middle finger.

Pulling her head up, he smeared her juices over her face as she gasped, shocked at his actions but more so at how wet she obviously was. He forced her to her knees in front of him and she could feel her juices slowly make its way down her thighs.

“Now tell me this isn’t what you desire.”

She was silent. She has been spanked, stroked and humiliated by a man whose name she didn’t even know and no words could find her lips, her only focus was on her intense need to sit back, finger fuck her cunt and cum right now.

She resisted. Barely.

“If you go up the stairs and turn left, you’ll find the second door on the right adequate if you wish to sleep here for the night whilst you consider your options. The other alternative is for me to drive you home.”

Still in stunned silence, she decided that she couldn’t wait to get home to cum. Literally. She didn’t know how far it was but she couldn’t wait that long. She stood, attempted to compose herself and headed for the stairs.

Jack gave her two minutes before following her. He knocked on the door and, after some ruffling, heard a waned voice give him permission to enter. Opening the door, he saw her lying in bed, the dressing gown on the floor. The duvet was pulled with one arm up to her neck but he could tell where the other arm was.

“When you have made your decision, you can find me around the house. Just call and I’ll hear you.”

“Okay” she replied, timidly.

“Oh, and on the off chance that you decide to stay, make sure you haven’t cum when you see me next.”

She looked slightly shocked

Jack went to shut the door and just before closing it, spoke a final few words: “By the way, I’m Jack, it’s a pleasure meeting you…”

“Samantha.”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Samantha”.

Click. The door shut tight and Jack made his way downstairs, leaving Samantha to her own devices. Chapter Four: Induction…

Samantha hadn’t left her room all night. She had been considering what her next move would be, toying with the idea of staying with a man whom she had known for maybe three or four hours and grimacing at the concept of returning to her job.

She got up and put on her dressing gown. Opening the door, she paused as she saw the tray in front of her. She picked it up and walked back into the bedroom, placing it on the dresser and lifting the lid to see a full English breakfast, along side some toast and a two small ceramic containers, one holding butter, the other jam. A glass of orange juice complimented the feast.

She quickly ate and then glanced at the clock. 10am. She hadn’t slept all night yet she still wasn’t tired. She left the tray where it was and made her way downstairs, seeking the kitchen in order provide a fix for her caffeine addiction.

As she walked past the breakfast room in search for the kitchen, she heard his voice call out to her. Following the voice into the breakfast room, she saw the coffee pot on the table with two cups either side of it. He poured one for her and motioned for her to sit.

Over coffee they talked about nonsense, the weather forecast, the news and she apologised for breaking his mug.

“So,” he said. She knew where this was going and a knot hit her stomach, instantly causing her to regret the second cup of coffee, “Have you made your decision?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“I… uh… if I can… I’d like to go home.”

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She had felt eyes on her all day. As she walked back and forth to the copier, to the mailroom, half-heartedly listened to coworkers discuss weekend plans around the water cooler. She knew he was watching her but Sophia didn’t have the guts to seek out the stalking eyes to confirm the feeling.

Sophia Stewart had been working at KeyCypher for almost eight months now. More had changed for her in those eight month than in all her past 28 years. Could she say it was a change for the better? Honestly she wasn’t sure yet. All she did know was that she was in deep enough that she wasn’t sure she could ever go back to how she lived before- before she had met him.

“Sophia!” The shout of her name jarred Sophia out of her thoughts as a frazzled looking coworker rushed across the break room. Joy Morris, worked in the same department as Sophia and was one she would count as an office friend (although Sophia’s shy and quiet nature made it hard for others to count her as theirs).

“Have you finished the your sections of the Mallard Report?” Joy inquired with a pained look on her face while she grabbed onto Sophia’s arm. Joy was also one for office dramatics. “I just saw the email that our team needs to have it turned in to Mr. Kay by 2:00 this afternoon.” Joy paused for a deep breath before continuing, “Sophia, it has to be done. The last time I turned in a team project late I thought for sure I was getting fired. This will be it for me. I can’t lose this job. Oh god, what am I going to do?!” With a dramatic gasp she fell onto one of the plastic chairs surrounding the nearby tables.

When she was sure that Joy had finished her rant Sophia patted her shoulder. “My sections were all finished and uploaded Monday. Do you need help with yours?”

“Oh I couldn’t ask you to do that, Sophia. I know you have other projects you are working on. I just… I just don’t know how I’m going to get this all done.” Joy dropped her head to the table with what could almost be described as a sob. Really, it was a good thing that the break room was empty. Joy already had a reputation and this little scene would only serve to increase the whispers behind her back.

Sophia raised her eyes to the ceiling for a moment to gather her wits, and with a light sigh, said, “Really, Joy, it’s okay. Most of my other work isn’t due until next week. So I’ve got a few hours this morning I can use to help you out.” With that Joy launched herself out of the chair and into Sophia’s (unexpecting) arms.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are really saving the day, Sof! You have access to all the data in our shared folders right? It really shouldn’t take you that long this this morning. Just make sure it’s uploaded before 2:00 so that it can be submitted. Oh god, what would this office Pendik Esmer Escort do without you!” And just like the whirlwind cloud she whisked in on, Joy was out of the break room in a blink.

Left standing in the now quiet and empty break room, Sophia blinked, trying to process what had just happened. She had offered to help but it sounds like the competition of the project was now on her shoulders. In truth, she genuinely liked helping out with stuff like this whenever she could. Sophia had little life outside of the office, she was normally just fine with that as she loved what she did and preferred being on her own anyway. But today was Friday and she had worked hard all week to get a majority of the workload done so she could coast into the weekend… so much for that game plan.

With a final sigh, she walked out of the break room ready to undertake the task at hand. However, as soon as she was back amongst the common work area she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. He was still watching.

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Having been busy at work finishing the final sections of the report, Sophia thought little when she’d felt her phone vibrate with a message. She was in her zone and happy to stay there. Finally, after submitting all the necessary documents, she raised her hands above her head in a well deserved stretch. Bring them back down with a sigh and glance at the clock-1:55. Job done and with 5 minutes to spare, she allowed herself a small smile for a job well done.

Sophia reached for her phone, planning to send Joy a message to let her know the project was submitted and her job was safe. She didn’t get around to sending that message when what she saw froze her to the bone.

1 missed message- **Closet. 1:45.**

Her heart sank.

*Shit. Shit. Shit.*

How could she let this happen? Was she really so focused on her work, work that wasn’t even hers, that she didn’t even think he would message for her today?

*Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.*

Standing on wobbly legs and she tried to move as quickly as possible out of the office without full on running. Heels clicked along the smooth floor in an unsteady rhythm as she made her way to a part of the building with mostly empty offices. There was a cleaning closet in the back corner. Being used only by the night staff it made for the perfect hideaway. Not even taking the usual precaution to look around for other watchful eyes, Sophia pull the door open, breath raged and body tense.

The lack of caution caused her to running smack into a wide, strong chest. Freezing as soon as her brain processed the current situation. He must have been just about to open the door to leave. Eyes drop to the floor as a deep voice washes over her.

“Well, Pendik Eve Gelen Escort well, well. So here you are at last. I’ve been waiting. For quite a while in fact.” It’s said in a tone that emphasizes how annoyed and wholly unimpressed by such a failure to be on time he is.

“I… I’m so sorry,” her voice is quiet and shaking. Eyes still looking at the ground as she clasps her hands in front of her, squeezing them as if that will give her the strength to continue.

“I…well, you see, I was trying to help Joy with the Mallard report and I wasn’t paying attention to my-“

Her voice is suddenly cut off by two strong hands on her shoulders pushing her back against the door. He looms over her for just a moment, looking down into the surprised eyes that finally looked up at him. The contact only lasted for a second as he suddenly turns on his heels and struts to the back wall of the closet. His stance wide as he plants his feet and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Touch yourself.”

If there had been other witnesses they would have probably laughed at the almost comical look of confusion and shock that passed over Sophia’s pale face.

From across the closet a dark chuckle vibrates the small space and then with a voice dripping with dominance he repeats himself.

“Touch yourself. Skirt up. Panties down. I want to see the office good girl get herself off. Make the time I’ve spent waiting for you worth it.”

With a quick glance up to that face, slightly hidden in shadows, she can tell from the look on it that the instructions had better not be repeated again. With shaking hands Sophia slowly begin to bunch the modest gray skirt up and around her waist. Sliding her hands down, thumbs catching on the waistband of both underwear and stockings, they slowly slide down smooth legs. Her legs spread automatically to keep them in place around her knees.

Taking a deep breath Sophia brings a hand down to her pussy. Running a finger across the slit she can already feel how wet and hot it is. She can feel her face burning red. What was becoming of her, just a few months ago she hardly ever masturbated. And when she did was under the sheets with all the lights off. Now here she was, stroking a soaked cunt, delicately spreading the arousal all over her folds. Slowly her shy and timid exterior begins to get lost in the sensation.

She can hardly control the moans when nimble fingers find her own clit and started rubbing tight circles. God, she needs to feel more, feel full- fingers are a sorry excuse for what she usually get in this closet. Letting out a whine for him to do something, anything to her.

“You are going to have to work hard than that if you want me, kitten,” is all he says.

With Pendik Evi Olan Escort renewed effort Sophia rubs herself faster and harder. Determined to get what her body is craving. Every fiber in her being longing for it.

Fingers are drenched with her own juices, it drips down her legs and is probably making a puddle on the floor. Sophia is using two hands now. Her left rubbing, pinching, pulling at her clit. The right pumping in and out of her vagina, two fingers trying to fill the void.

Finally, she feels her walls starting to spasm, cunt lips clenching around the two fingers. *Close. So, so close.* is the only thought in her brain. So far gone she doesn’t even register the commanding words, even in their dominant tone. She only refocuses when a hand grasps at her wrist, pulling it away from her pink, dripping pussy. Stopping her from the final push over the edge.

“I. Said. Stop. Slut.”

Sophia is gasping, chest heaving. Whole body shaking as the whispers of an almost-orgasm ripple through her body. For only the second time she looks up into his eyes, confused. He can’t help but smirk down at his little pet, her innocent face flushed, wisps of hair sticking to her forehead with sweat.

“Did you really think I was going to let you cum? No, no sweetie. Orgasms are for good little girls who know how to be on time.” Releasing her hand he takes a single step back, eyes raking up and down her still shaking form. Legs spread wide, when the light hits her legs just right he can see the wet arousal that has dripped down.

“I had such delicious plans for you this afternoon. I was so looking forward to fucking that tight little pussy of yours. But you made me wait today, Miss. Stewart.” Without even bothering to clean up the wetness on her legs or pussy, he motions for her to start pulling up her panties and tights.

Sophia can feel the streams of arousal on her legs sticking to the nylon, certainly creating dark, wet patches as she struggles to return them to their rightful place. The fresh arousal being released from her core begins to pool against her pussy lips in her underwear.

“You see, good girls get rewarded. They get fucked and get to cum. But naughty little sluts like you… well they get to walk around the office for the rest of the day on edge and smelling like the whore they are.” He smiles down at her as he reaches down to finish adjusting the modest gray skirt and tuck some stray hair behind her ear, clearly enjoying this turn of events.

Sophia feels like her body is on pins and needles. The ruined orgasm still lingering and humming across every nerve. She can’t tell is she wants to scream or just sit down and cry.

“And just so we are clear- no more touching, pet. Keep your fingers out of that dirty pussy until I say otherwise. So I would suggest paying attention to your messages for the rest of the day. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” is barely discernible.

“What was that, Miss. Stewart?”

“Yes, Mr. Kay, I understand.”

“Good girl.” And with a wink he is gone.

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I landed a new job in LA and had to move closer to avoid a 4 hour commute. I found a nice apartment complex in Studio City near my new office and decided to go for it. I moved in and was very pleased with my choice even after a few weeks…

I’m a 35 year old accountant and love sex more than anything. I don’t drink much, I never smoke and exercise regularly to combat long hours at my desk. I’m tall over 6’2″, 185Lbs with a nice sized cut cock. I also drink a lot of pineapple juice, which we all know improves the taste of our semen.

I took a long break from dating after my last heated breakup. I was more confident now and feeling free again. I was also very horny all the time, I even noticed a few hot guys asses at the gym recently. I was ready for a new love interest, ready to experience the intensity of a new hottie.

After settling in to my new place, I was ready to start my job and impress my boss. I dressed up real sharp for my first day and headed out the door. On the way to the elevator I saw a gorgeous young woman. She was wearing a sexy black dress that showed off her cleavage and sexy legs. I stepped in the elevator right after her and we exchanged smiles. I was instantly attracted to her beauty. It was only 7:30 in the morning and I was already on the prowl.

“What floor are you going to?” I asked, because I was right next to the buttons.

“The garage.” She replied in a sexy innocent voice.

“Me too.” I said with a kind smile.

I pushed the elevator button and the door closed.

“Hey, I’m Steven, how are you?” I asked nervously as the elevator began drop.

“Hi Steven, I’m Beth.” She said with a cute sexy smile.

“Nice to meet you Beth, do you live in the building?” I asked trying to break the ice.

“Yes, I’ve been here almost a year now. It’s very nice.” She said still smiling at me.

“I like it so far, I just moved in a few days ago.” I said,as the elevator stopped and the door opened.

Beth stepped out and as she began to walk in front of me, I couldn’t help but noticed her sexy ass. It looked so nice in that tight black dress. I casually caught up and walked beside her.

“Hey Beth, would you like to have a coffee with me, or get together sometime? I don’t know anybody around here and I’d like to get to know someone from the building.” I asked trying not to seem too desperate.

She stopped and looked at me again with her gorgeous eyes and smiled slowly. Her cleavage was nice and firm and her nipples seem to harden.

“Sure that would be nice Steven.” She said to my surprise.

“Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll text you later?” I asked with a lump in my throat.

“Ok.” She said with her cute sexy voice.

I pulled out my phone and handed it to her. She took it and programmed her number in and handed it back. I took my phone back gently and felt electricity between us. Maybe it was just me but I felt a connection with her.

“Thanks Beth, I’ll text you later. Have a great day!”

“I’ll try.” She said as she walked off.

I got in my car and was on cloud nine. I was so pumped I got her number and was happier than I had been in months. I made it to work and was in a perfect mood to start my first day. We had a good meeting at work and I was introduced to all my new fellow employees. They all seemed nice and friendly and made me feel very welcome. Then I set up my desk and got work.

Around 4:00PM I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to text Beth. I just said hi and asked how her day was going. She said hi back and was very friendly and funny. We ended up texting several times before I left work. She seemed very sweet and sincere. I couldn’t believe my luck.

When I got home from work I was feeling very up beat. I decided to hit the workout room at my new place. There were only a few guys and a cute girl working out in the gym. I picked a treadmill and went at it. I spent an hour working out hard and felt great.

I took the elevator back to my floor and went back to my place for a shower. I felt great after my shower and as I drying off my cock, I received a new text from Beth.

She asked me if I wanted to stop by her place for a drink or take a walk in a while. I obviously said yes! She gave me her apartment number, which was on my floor and close by. I changed, got looking sharp and walked over to her door, I was nervous as I began to knock. She answered the door looking stunning as ever. This time she was wearing a cute, bright sports bra and loose jean shorts.

“Hi Steven come on in, how was your day?”

“It went very well, thanks, how was yours?” I said as she welcomed me in.

“It was Ok. You feel like a drink or two?”

“Sure, what do you have?” I asked as I looked around her place. It was very nice and classy.

“How about a martini?” She asked with a big smile.

“Sounds great!” I replied. I’m not a big martini guy but it sounded good.

I Pendik Öğrenci Escort sat down at the kitchen bar and watched her as she made us our drinks. She had me very hot and bothered, just by the way she moved around the kitchen. We took our martini’s out to her balcony and sat down in separate chairs. She had great tan legs and such a sexy body. I was completely turned on.

We talked a lot and we really hit it off. She was very fun to talk with and we seemed like a perfect match for each other so far. I loved the way she moved and crossed her legs. Her cleavage was to die for and her smile was so sexy and adorable. I was falling for my new neighbor fast. I had several martini’s and got pretty buzzed. Beth didn’t drink as much as I did. I guess I was nervous and very aroused which made me drink more than normal.

As the night wore on, I felt like it was time to get going and not over stay my welcome. It was around 10:30 and I was thankful for such a great time.

“Well Beth, it’s been so nice getting to know you, we should do this again soon.”

“Sure, that would be nice.” She replied.

I made my way to the front door and turned to say good bye. Beth was acting shy but I wasn’t. The booze gave me courage to make a move. I gave her a hug and when we let go, I went back for a kiss. I put my hands gently on her cheeks and pulled her in. She didn’t resist and we began to kiss. I moved my hands down her sides and felt the top of her ass. I even grinded her a little to show her I was aroused by her. We kissed for almost a minute before we broke apart. She was blushing a bit and I was hard as granite after that kiss. It was very passionate!

“I had fun Beth, I’ll be down the hall if you need anything!” I said jokingly.

“I had fun too.” She said so sweetly.

“Night gorgeous.” I said as I left.

“Night Steven.” She said so nicely.

I left with a huge grin and a huge boner. I went home and immediately grabbed some lotion and beat my meat. I was only thinking of Beth and her sexy ways. Her smile, her lips, her cleavage, her legs and her sexy cute butt. My cock was harder than ever and my load shot out like a cannon. I had not ejaculated like that since I was a teenager. I was so turned on by her, I even put a glob of my cum in my mouth to taste. I had not done that in years. I wanted to taste what I was hoping, she would be tasting soon. It was good and still warm.

The next day went by slowly. I kept thinking about Beth and once again I decided to text her late in the afternoon. I asked how she was and how her day was going. She was very sweet and flirty. I decided to call her and ask her out for dinner. She was very flattered and said Yes!

Early in the evening, I knocked on her door looking good and feeling confident. Beth answered the door looking hotter than ever. She was wearing a sexy blue dress that complemented all her features. He black bra was visible through the thin fabric of her dress. Over all, she was just sexy and gorgeous. Her hair, makeup, nails, shoes and jewelry were perfect. Wow, I was shocked at how great she looked.

“Beth you take my breath away, you look as stunning as ever. How do you do it?”

“It takes a while but your complements made it worth the while.” She said as she fluttered her eyes bashfully.

I took her by the hand and escorted her like a gentleman all the way to my car. I opened the door for her and helped her in. We took off on our first romantic evening on the town.

Again things went well and we had a great time. The conversation was fun and we got to know each other a lot more. We talked about more personal things over dinner. I found out she was a hair stylist and had a lot of high end celebrity clients. She seemed a little guarded about certain personal questions I asked. I was wondering if I said something wrong or she was hitting the brakes. So I decided to ask her if everything was Ok.

“Beth, did I say something to upset you?”

“It’s not you Steven, I like you a lot. I just think you might not like me after you really got to know me. It’s happened before.”

“Are you kidding me? Beth, trust me, I don’t care about your past or personal problems. I like you a lot as well. Whatever it is, I’m sure it won’t come between us.”

“I hope so but it’s not always the case. We’ll have to see.”

“You can tell me anything, I promise I can handle it.” I pleaded.

“Ok, well let’s drop it for now and enjoy our night together.”

The mood seemed to lighten up a little after we had this discussion. I was picking my brain and trying to figure out what could be wrong with her. I played it cool and we had a nice time at the restaurant. After dinner we walked around the city hand in hand. We were happy and playful, the rest of the night.

Beth suggested we head back to our building and have a martini or two at her place. I was all for it. I escorted her to her place and she Pendik Çıtır Escort made us a few drinks. I got pretty drunk again and she opened up to me little by little.

“Steven, I have to honest with you about a few things. Please keep an open mind.” She said softly.

“Sweetheart, my mind is completely open.” I said, encouraging her.

“Can I ask you a few questions first, you have to be completely honest and I will be honest with you Ok?”

“Of course.” I said sincerely.

“Do you like kinky sex?” She asked in a shy way.

“I don’t have a lot of experience with that kind of sex but I’m cool with that, if that’s your thing. I think it could be a lot of fun, with the right person.” I said sincerely.

“Have you ever played around with another guy?”

“No, I never have. Of course every guy has thought about it one time or another.” I said, trying to make her feel at ease. It was the truth anyways, what guy hasn’t.

I began to think she might want to put on a strap on and fuck me or something like that. I thought I would be willing to try that with her if she was really serious. What the hell, I’d have a lot of fun getting kinky with her!

“Have you ever played with your ass or used a dildo back there?”

“I’ve let a few girls finger my ass as they blew me. It was kind of hot.” I admitted for the first time to anyone.

“Your so sweet Steven. Like I said I’m very kinky and don’t want to scare you away.”

“Trust me, you’ll never scare me away.”

“What if I wanted to fuck your ass or have you fuck my ass? Would you be Ok with that?” She asked with a sexy smile.

“For you Beth, sure. I love anal sex, it’s my favorite thing to do with a girl. That would be very erotic and a lot of fun.” I was right, she liked anal stimulation.

Beth got up and took my hand and led me to her bedroom. We began to kiss with a lot of passion and then I lifted her up and sat her on her dresser. I got between her legs and pulled her close. As we kissed I began to feel her warm breasts through her dress. She spread her legs wider and pulled me closer with her hot legs. Her dress rode up her sexy legs and I could almost see her panties. I began to massage her ass. She pushed me back and I thought it might be over. Then she jumped down from the dresser and laid on her bed face down and slapped her buns playfully.

“Steven I want you.” She said in a cute sexy way.

I got on top of her and kissed the back of her neck. Then she spread her legs and let me grind her ass. I pulled her dress up over her ass and saw her sexy ass was only covered by a thin pink thong. I grinded her slowly, my cock was as hard as ever. I knew she was kinky so I took a minute to rub her buns and play around her tight little hole. She moaned in approval.

Then she got up on her knees with her back to me and began to pull her dress over her head. I helped her finish and unclasped her bra. Then she turned around and we began to kiss.

After a few minutes, she fell back with me on top of her and spread her legs. We continued to kiss and I massaged her perfect boobs, the passion was getting intense. She was breathing hard and getting very worked up. I began to grind her and felt something down their. I was so turned on by her that when I realized her bulge had to be a cock, I didn’t care at all. It actually turned me on even more. I went for it with all the built up lust I had for her. To me she was all woman with a bonus feature.

I grinded her hard and kissed her sensually to let her know I was more than Ok with her extra equipment. Her nipples were rock hard and she was loosing control as I devoured them and massaged them. I had so much fun playing with her boobs. It had been a long time since anything that nice was in my mouth.

Then came the real deal. I backed off a bit and grabbed the sides of her thong and pulled it down revealing a cute 5 inch cock. She also had nice tight balls, which turned me on too. I think I would have been turned off by a normal guys cock but this was way different. I wanted Beth to feel no shame or embarrassment, so I went for it with all my passion.

It was cut and very hard but much smaller than mine. I brought the cute penis to my lips and began to blow a cock for the first time. Beth seemed to really lighten up and let go when she realized I still wanted her very much. She began to moan the sexiest sounds I ever heard form a girl.

My natural instincts took over and I began to blow her like a pro. The more I sucked her cute cock, the more turned on I became. Soon I was deep throating her without any problems. I was enjoying this more than I ever expected. Sucking cock and deep throating was very erotic to me. It was making me hornier than ever before. I began to lust for her cum as I enjoyed the new sensation of having a throbbing hot cock in my mouth.

Beth kept making a lot of sexy noises and I had a feeling I was going to make Pendik Elit Escort her cum soon. I really worked her hard for that orgasm. I pumped and sucked the best I could. Beth began to breath harder and made sexy cute noises as her orgasm built up. Things got hot very loud and I knew it was going to happen soon.

Before I was ready, Beth shrieked out and began to shoot several big spurts of hot cum. The first few jets hit my mouth, then I let her shoot all over my lips and chin. It was so sexy and intense, I loved every drop and every second sucking her cock. I was in a wild sexual mood. I crawled up to her and we began to kiss again. The passion was very intense, we crossed that line and it was terrific. We had cum all over our faces as we kissed and fondled each other. The euphoria from the strong sexual stimulation we shared at that moment was enough to open my heart all the way to her.

My cock wanted her ass badly because I knew she wanted it and I wanted to make her feel great. I spun her around and got her into position on all fours. She looked so sexy with her ass in the air, I had to take her right then. I planted a kiss on her ass cheek and sucked hard leaving a hickey mark. Then I grabbed the lube that was sitting on her night stand and popped it open. It was very erotic applying lube to her tight ass and my cock. I slowly massaged her tight crack and cute butt hole. Her ass looked and felt so sexy. Soon I was inserting a finger, then two in her and she moaned with approval.

“You’re so sexy honey.” I said softly.

“You’re wonderful Steven. You make me feel so beautiful.” She said softly.

I began to work her ass to get her ready for my big cock. She felt tighter than any girl I ever did this with before. This was going to be very erotic and intense, I had to take her. My cock was throbbing like crazy.

“Go easy at first Steven, your cock is huge and it’s been a very long time since I’ve done this.”

“Of course honey.”

I lined up my cock to her entrance and began to slowly and firmly push in her cute ass. The tightness was amazing to say the least. Beth screamed with pleasure as I worked my way into her. My cock was stretching her out to the max. Her rear was tighter than any ass I had ever done before, I was in sex heaven.

“Dam that thing is big, OMG!”

I stopped and held her in place as she adjusted to my manhood. It was all her fault, my cock was hard and huge because of her sexiness. She had me horny as hell. I squirted more lube on my cock and her tiny entrance. The sight of my big cock half way in her little ass was unbelievable. She was breathing hard and encouraged me to keep going. I continued to slide in slowly, it took a while but I finally bottomed out. She shrieked and screamed with intense pleasure. I began pulling out of her and playfully slapped her ass.

“Oh you feel so good Steven, keep going baby.”

“You feel great Beth, I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to.”

I began to piston her more and more. The sensation of her tight ass and her wanting to please me filled me with lust and joy. This was the greatest moment of my life, so far…

We got into a nice rhythm after a while and I really gave it to her fast and hard.

“Oooooh Baby. She screamed as she took me and took me.

I couldn’t stop looking at my big cock going in and out of her sexy cute ass. It was better than any porn I had seen and felt better than any woman had before. I tried to make it last but it was almost impossible. I felt my impeding orgasm building up in my balls. I grunted and tried like hell to hold it as long as I could. Finally I let go and began to have to the longest, strongest orgasm of my life. My body shook and tweaked like never before, as I filled her ass with my love juice. I kept fucking her as hard as I could as I was transported to a new sexual high.

As my body shaking orgasm subsided, I eventually slid out of her awesome ass and fell on her. We giggled and laughed and cuddled and kissed for a long time. The feelings between us were real. She knew I was into her more than ever and was very sweet and appreciative.

The next night she came to my place for more kinky fun. I had her in the bedroom within 5 minutes. I wanted to do whatever pleased her and it turned out to be her doing me this time. We got naked and the room began to heat up. Beth went for my ass and I let her have it. She put KY on us and I got into position for her.

Taking her cock in the rear was very fun and intense. It wasn’t a problem getting things going. I enjoyed taking her in the back door so much. I was in a state of bliss as she pounded away and made sweet sexy noises. I came so hard from her pounding that cute little cock in me. I shot all over my bed without even touching my cock. Her cock was a perfect fit, I loved it. When she came in me, I was overcome with joy and satisfaction. I wanted her forever, I never want this to end…

We have been dating for over a month now and I couldn’t be happier. If you ever have the opportunity to be with a hot sexy tranny, go for it. I’ve been living on cloud 9 ever since. We love each other very much now. I’m glad I kept an open mind and you might too…

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Charity sat daydreaming at her desk. The clock read 3:00 pm and soon the last bell would ring and she could begin to prepare for the weekend ahead.

Max had been keeping her company in the evenings, while the Mister had been away on business. They had enjoyed evenings out with a few of Max’s friends from work and a special bond between them was growing. In fact it was a bond that Charity was beginning to question. Were her feelings becoming too great for Max, knowing of course that she was to be committed to her Master? Surely it was too soon to tell.

The bell rang just then and the students all wished her a good weekend before they headed out the door. She smiled pleasantly at each one and told them good bye. She then gathered up what forms and documents she had to take to the office and made a brief stop at her mailbox to check for any messages or mail. As she flipped through the envelopes she saw a message from Max. The secretary had written that she was to check her text messages on her cell phone, and then call Max.

Charity hurried back to her room and checked her cell. She kept it silent during the day as to not to disturb her students or her teaching. Sure enough there were several messages from Max.

Max: Good morning, gorgeous. I hope you have a wonderful day.

Max: I hope I’m not being too bold here, but I just can’t stop thinking about you.

Max: Charity when we talk, I feel like I’ve known you all my life.

Max: Call me.

She read the messages over and over just to make sure she’d read them right. Max was thinking about her. He couldn’t get his mind off of her. How was she going to tell her Master? She struggled with all of these emotions inside her head. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest as she began to dial Max’s number.

“Hello?” Max said softly into the phone. She knew he had caller ID, so he must know it was her.

“Max. It’s me, Charity.”

“Well hello cutie. I was just thinking about you. How was your day?”

“Not bad. Umm I think we should talk about the text messages though.”

“I’d love to. Tell you what I’ll meet you right out front of your school in say five minutes?”

“You’re out front already aren’t you?”

“Uh huh. I’ll be waiting.” Max clicked the cell phone shut and the line went silent.

Charity turned off her phone and quickly gathered up her belongings. She waved to a co-worker on her way out the door and noticed Max perched upon the hood of a red sports car.

“Hey there.” , he said with the sexiest smile Charity had ever seen.

“Hi, istanbul escort we need to talk.”

“Wait before you say anything. It wasn’t my intention to fall for you. It was that smart, sassy, intellectual side of you that drew me in. I’m totally innocent.” He then chuckled and grabbed her hand.

Charity hesitated and withdrew her hand from his. “I’m not sure what to say, Max. I’m extremely flattered, but you know I have obligations to your boss. What were you planning on telling him? “

“Well I hadn’t really thought about that actually. But, let me get this straight, I tell you I’ve fallen for you, and you say your flattered? Is that all you feel right now, Charity. Flattered?”

Charity’s mind was racing, searching for the right words. Could she tell him she was falling for him too? What would that cost Max? “Max, what if you get fired for this?”

“Charity my boss is very open. I don’t think he’s going to have a problem with this.”

“How can you say that Max? He basically sent you to do the dirty work of finding me and bringing me to him. Do you think he’s just going to let me go?”

“You’re right he’s not. I guess I was wrong in being honest with you, I’m sorry. Anyway, you are to drive this car to the country. There’s a detailed map inside. Your owner has instructions as to where you are to park.” Max looked down, cleared his throat, and then tossed her the keys.

She caught the keys and watched Max walk away. She could tell that she’d hurt him badly, but she couldn’t tell him how she really felt. There was so much at stake here; Max’s job, her new life, she had committed herself to this lifestyle. But would there be a way out?

She shook her head and got into the car. She found the directions to the country lying on the seat. She looked them over carefully and saw that where she was heading to, there was no actual residency. It was basically just woods. Possibly a campsite? What was her Master thinking? Just then a droplet of water hit the windshield.

“Oh great, rain!” She started the car up, put it in park and began her journey. By the time she hit the countryside it was dusk, yet the rain hadn’t stopped. In fact it was now pouring. She found the side road where she needed to turn off and drove slowly down the now muddy gravel road. She parked as instructed by the huge pine tree next to the picnic tables. She was right, it was a campsite. She turned off the car and waited. There seemed to be no sign of anyone, but then again the Master did have a way of sneaking up on her. She laughed to herself. Thinking escort bayan about the delicious way he had taken her the first time. Just then there was a rap on her window and she turned with a start. There at her door was her owner, again masked and clad in a dark suit.

“Good evening, petal.” His voice was so soft she could hardly hear him.

“Good evening, Master.”

“How was your trip? Did you find the place ok?”

“Yes just fine thank you.” He then helped her out of the car.

The rain beat down upon her. Her white top clinging to her form. She watched his gaze go to her breasts and she smiled knowing how much this pleased him. Her nipples peeked through the material with ease and his hands wandered down to her chest squeezing each globe firmly. He quickly snatched her hands and threw her back on the hood of the car. She heard the clang of something metal and realized her hands were being handcuffed to the car. His need for her was unlike any other time before. He ripped off her shirt and pants first, and then tore loose her panties and bra. His mouth enveloped her tongue for a while as his hands worked their way slowly down her body. He started with slow, soft, gentle touches that made her body shiver and soft coos escape her lips. He then began to brush his fingertips along each nipple arousing them into hard pebbles. The pleasure he was giving her was amazing, and Charity slid back and forth over the car hood trying to find his bulging member with her now soaking wet cunt. Her hips began to buck up and he chuckled in her ear as he bit gently on her earlobe.

“None of that now. You must wait. I want you to tell me about Max.”

Charity’s whole body was frozen. She couldn’t think. “Max? What about him?”

Her master rose up from the hood and looked down upon her as he brushed her cheek. His voice still seemed muffled as he spoke to her,” Tell me about Max. Don’t be coy.”

“Max and I are becoming good friends.”

“Really?” his hand began to make small circles just above her mound. She began to squirm.

“Yes, he’s probably one of the nicest men I’ve ever met.”

His hand delve in between her legs now, tickling her outer pussy lips. “Tell me more.”

“We’ve just confided in one another and he’s kept me company while you’ve been away, Master. Please don’t be angry. I don’t want to get Max into trouble.” A small tear ran down her cheek. She was hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“So Max is just a friend, pet?” His hand sat motionless on her mound and she couldn’t believe she was being put through Pendik escort this kind of torture. Her emotions were running wild.

“Why, what has Max told you?” His finger then slipped in between her slit and she gasped.

“Max tells me he loves you. Do you not return his love?”

“Master, how can you ask me these questions, when I’ve committed myself to you?”

He removed his hand completely and turned away. Charity felt horrible. The pain in her chest was so great. Every part of her being ached. She had possibly lost Max today, now she would lose her lover. The man who excited her, and took care of her. She closed her eyes and began to sob.

He leaned over her and whispered into her ear. “Tell me who you want? Do you want Max? Do you love him?”

“I can’t answer that right now. Please Master, take me. Just one last time. I need this, I need you.”

He entered her tenderly and she responded almost immediately. Her hips bucked up under him and she could feel her muscles tightening around his member. He was more passionate than ever before as his lips suckled each nipple and his mouth kissed her deeply. Sensing she was on the edge of orgasm, he reached down between them and pressed his thumb against her throbbing, wet clit. She moaned, tightened her legs around him and came. He in turn feeling her pussy walls gripping him, and filled her up with his hot cum. He gently kissed her forehead, and undid the handcuffs.

“Fresh clothes are in the suitcase in the trunk. You are to go home to the mansion after you’ve dressed. Max will be waiting for you.”, he said quietly.

Charity didn’t respond, but did as she was told. She quickly dressed and was thankful that the rain had now stopped. Where the Master had gone, she didn’t know. He seemed to always disappear like that, and at this thought she shrugged.

She made her way home safe and sound and found Max waiting for her in the living room.

” Good you’re home. I’m going to go now. I expect you want to get cleaned up before bed. Oh, your owner won’t be here for the rest of the weekend. I’ve been instructed to tell you to enjoy the days off.”

“So I’ll be all alone?”

“Yes, there’s no servants on the weekends.”, Max replied.

“So you won’t keep me company? Did I get you into trouble, Max?

“No, I’m fine Charity. If you’d like me to keep you company I will, but from what I understand, you have a big decision to make. Your owner would like to know by Monday who you want to be with and frankly I’m rather curious myself.”

” I see, so I’m to choose you or him?” Charity asked.

“Not necessarily. You need to tell him what you want.”

Charity plopped down on the couch. Max smiled at her and waved goodbye as he headed out the door. A million thoughts raced through her mind. Was this some sort of test?

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Techno dripped in my ears, the smell of stale beer and cloves assaulted my noise. I wanted a woman, a good looking one of course. All night I had my eye on a young, lithe, blonde. Her perky nipples erupted into her tight short shirt that showed off her belly piercing. She seemed to be here with a short melon breasted friend. Only one hour left before the club closed for the night. It was now or never, my gut clenched, I swallowed my bile and walked up to her. Her blue orbs glanced me up and down, pausing at my zipper, a board look on her blood lipped face.

“Want to dance,” I asked with a shy hopeful smile.

She glanced at her friend with a laughing smile. “Bit to many zits,” she laughed.

My heart fell to the floor and bounced. It was not the first time with bitches like her. I just hoped that this time someone would want me. My chest felt tight, hurt as I slid off to the dance floor by myself.

I danced alone for a few more changes, just enjoying the now. I grabbed my wool coat and headed out. On the gray street it was icy cold with the last frosty nights of Boston’s spring in the air. The sidewalk was dirty with lipstick stained butts, dirty circles of gum and a thick oily layer of gray shiny grime from months of dancers.

I looked up from the grime. She had on a clean pink bolo over a tight black leather jacket and short black leather skirt. Hot, I thought. Too bad I still had the zits and not enough heart left to even try. Her eyes burned into me. She turned, body facing me full on.

“What makes you think I would want you,” I said, a preemptive strike. No more pain tonight!

A sad, hurt look smoked over her round face. “Why are men such jerks!” Her white breath hung in the air.

“Because women just want muscles and a big dick,” I said.

“I don’t! All I want is a man who can master me.”

That turned my head. What the hell was she talking about? “And you take one quick glance at me and think I could?”

“A slave knows a master when she sees one.”

“What?”

“A slave knows a master when she sees one.”

I’m not dumb. I knew this girl wanted me. At least I thought I knew it. The goo in my head was still catching up. Did I really need a crazy chick in my life? My full cock seemed to think so, this woman was having strange effects on me.

“Tell me your name?”

“Cristy,” delicate, china white hand out.

“Jeff, Pendik Yabancı Escort Lets go and get a bite,” shaking hands, feeling the cool soft flesh of her palm.

“Okay, Where to?”

“I Hip is open, I’ll take you there.”

At the I Hip we ate a quick snack of warm grease, white flour and grizzle. Cristy told me about growing up with a dad who sold cars and mother who taught middle school. After that I payed enough to buy an aged NY steak at the market. I asked her over for a drink. She accepted and we headed over to my flat.

“Nice place, I like your leather couch and Persian rug.” she said as she draped herself over the couch.

“I saw this setup on one of those dumb fix up your house shows. Not something I would have come up with but I like it. It reminds me that I want to be CEO of my company but all I am is a sales man,” I said with down cast eyes, handing her a gin and tonic in a hand blown swirly red glass.

“I’m sure that you have what it takes to take control,” she said while looking into my eyes.

After our drinks and more chatting I asked her if she’d like a foot massage. “Who’s ever heard of a master giving a slave a foot massage?”

“Okay, you give me one then.”

“Make me!”

“Massage my feet or I’ll spank you!” I couldn’t believe I just said that. My heart raced.

“Promise?” She said defiantly, with her chin up and to the side, her eyes all over me.

I was feeling a little perturbed. What would it take?” Get down on your knees and rub my feet!” I bellowed. Fear ran through me.

“Yes sir,” she said, looking a little shocked at the sudden change in my voice as she slid down between my legs.

My cock swelled as she capitulated.

Cristy took off her black shoes and stockings from her soft little feet and then she took off mine. Curled there she stared at my crotch and the bulge that was growing there. “Looks like those pants need to come off so that I can run my fingers over your legs.”

She reached up and slid off my belt and then I raised my hips up. She grabbed my pants and yanked them down over my ass. I was shocked. It was not just the pants that were gone. My hard delicate cock was bobbin’ in the breeze.

Cristy laughed, “A bit too much.” Then with a devilish look she trapped my cock in her tight little fist and slipped it into her mouth. Her head started slowly sliding up and down my shaft. She was so hot.

I was once again shocked but I was not going to complain. My hips bucked as my stomach muscles rippled with goose bumps, the blue sweet sensations where shooting from the head of my red cock to the tips of my hairy toes. She had control of my Pendik Yeni Escort soft flesh. I was losing. My lip trembled like a moth in a fire. I hated to lose.

My hand shot out and grabbed the wavy brown hair at the back of her head. My happy cock popped out of her mouth all wet and shiny. “I said to rub my feet, not suck my cock. Now I have to teach you to do as I say.” She was right about me, I was really getting into this.” Stand up and take off your skirt.”

“Make me.” she pouted.

Holding her by her strawberry-smelling brown hair, I took hold of her black leather skirt, pulling it and her humid underwear off in one hard pull. The smell of hot damp earthy sex wafted up to my nose. I placed her ass over my lap as I reclined back on the sofa. Her ass was soft, pail and pink, arching up over my nude lap. I could see the black wet pubic hair on the lips below her dark puckered anus. I raised my paw high and let it fall fast. It struck with a load clap of rough skin over delicate skin. Her whole body convulsed with the effect of making my bulbous stiffness slip up between her soft legs. I grabbed one leg in each hand split her thighs and closed them again, rapping my rock hard cock between Cristy’s puffy wet inner lips. My hand descended, spanking her ass again. With each swat, her squirming and bouncing pumped the head of my cock repeatedly over her hard little clit. At first she cried out from the searing but then after a few strokes her breathing became ragged and sexual as her skin flushed red. Lust surged through her body forcing her to desperately seek to impale her sex on my poll. But this was punishment not pleasure. I stopped despite the immense pleasure my oozing cock was receiving.

“Now Cristy, stand up and take off all the rest of your cloths!”

She stood up rubbed her ass and then looked me right in the eye with her piercing blues as she slowly dropped the pink bolo from her neck, swiftly followed by her jacket. Under the jacket she had on a tight white button-down shirt with short sleeves. Her hands reached up and softly began to unbutton the shirt from the top down. After the first few peal buttons the gentle slopes of her creamy breasts came into view like the sun coming up in the morning. A few more buttons and the white cloth parted, falling to the floor, to reveal the most beautiful pair of tits I had ever seen. Big, but not too big, perky with large dark pointed nipples.

I watched as her nipples slowly hardened with the chill of the air. I needed to feel my tongue gliding over them. I shed my shirt from my body. Sitting there completely sky-clad I said, “Come and impale yourself.”

“No,”

“Do it or I will Pendik Masaj Salonu really let you have it!”

Cristy walked forward, stood on the couch over me with her sweet pussy in my face not moving a muscle. I reached up, grabbed her ass and pulled her into my face. My tongue snaked out over her stiff pink clit until her legs began to buckle and a deep grown exploded from deep in her gut. Then I swatted her hard into my mouth. She yelped with surprise. “Do it!”

This time she quickly squatted down, rapping her arms around my body and sliding her chest against mine as she impaled herself in one drop on my stiff shaft. As her sex descended I could feel the hot slick ribs of her tunnel gripping my shaft. This was just what I wanted. I moved my head to a chocolate nipple and sucked it in. Cristy let out a low animal moan as my teeth clamped down. At the same time she began desperately grinding her hairy mons against mine. Her aromatic body slowly bobbed up and down with dripping wet sounds. Little quivers shook her sweaty body. I could envision her bound and hung as she struggled against being lowered into a polar ice-hole full of floating ice bits. Goose bumps ran over her body. Holding her breast in my mouth with suction I grabbed her hips and began rhythmically pumping her cunt with my hard cock while my tongue played over her puckered salty nipple. Her grunting became hotter and louder with each body rocking thrust. Soon I felt that dick tingling sensation, with my balls contracting up to my ass. The sharks were coming. I knew I was going to cum. My blood boiled hot. I kept thrusting harder and faster until I felt her guts spasmodically milking my shaft, pulsing on my cock, her hot voice crying against my neck. That was all that I could take. Her teeth sank into my soft neck. My toes curled, my cock began pumping as wave after wave of cannibalistic pleasure poured through my body. At the same time Cristy grabbed my head, pulling our lips together, in a desperate panic to suck my tongue and lick my mouth, the whole time screaming her desires into my mouth. Like an avalanche we came together. Blood in the water. The inferno between her legs pounded my senses. Crystal pleasure raced through our bodies, one unified quivering mass of fucking, pumping sweat. My claws reached into her back with one last great fuck as I pulled our bodies into one. I came.

As the trembling pleasure wained, I relaxed, holding her sexy, sweat-dripping body against mine. “That was great,” she whispered.

She felt soft and lovely, her breath playing on my ear. A little more training and she would be perfect. From now on Cristy would be my slave and nothing would ever make me give her up. She had found my true power, my true kinkiness. My first slave would be my triumph. I owned her.

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Allan Knawtee waited nervously in Old Town Square, clutching his hands in anticipation, knowing that his name would be called next. The poor unfortunate in front of him had just received a dozen severe whacks with the heavy wooden paddle on his bare bottom, and was now being unstrapped from the whipping platform. Naked from the waist down, he was led through the jeering crowd and sent on his way. “Allan B. Knawtee, take your place!” came the Bailiff’s call.

Two guards grabbed Allan’s elbows and roughly led him to the raised platform. His handcuffs clinked and jingled as he walked. He hung his head to avoid the spectators’ eyes as the Bailiff read his sentence in a loud voice for the benefit of the assembled crowd:

“Being found guilty of your third violation of the Fort Collins Camera Radar Statute, Judge Judy Severe has sentenced you to twelve strokes of the wooden paddle on three consecutive Saturdays. You are to be secured in the pillory, and strokes are to be administered on your bare bottom. No clothing is to be allowed between your waist and ankles after punishment until midnight, and anyone may require offender to masturbate to orgasm during this time. Do you understand your penalty?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Allan mumbled, his face blushing scarlet.

“You will need to do better than that, young man,” the Bailiff admonished him. “The people of Fort Collins are sick and tired of scofflaws like you, speeding around on the streets and endangering public safety. Now raise your head, apologize to the citizens for your habitual speeding, and state that you are ready to receive your just penance. I want those people in the back rows to hear you this time!”

Allan reluctantly lifted his head to see the several hundred people waiting eagerly to see his bottom bared and paddled. To his chagrin, he recognized the gloating faces of several people he knew. The attractive blond secretary from the purchasing department was near the front of the crowd, along with her muscular boyfriend. He had caught her eye in the lunchroom, but of course she was 20 years younger than he, and she was not interested in an older, married man. She looked him right in the eye this time and winked, grinning at his humiliation.

“I am so sorry for driving too fast,” he practically shouted. “I promise to be a good driver in the future. I understand that my bare bottom is to be paddled, and that I must remain naked for the rest of the day.” The crowd applauded, laughing and jeering their approval.

“That’s better,” huffed the Bailiff. She nodded to the burley guards, who forced Allan over the raised bar at the center of the platform. They removed his handcuffs, his head and arms were passed through the holes in the pillory, and the beam was latched securely over his neck. Now his bottom was raised and presented to the crowd, with his head and shoulders about two feet above the floor.

Allan could no longer see what was happening, but he felt the guard unfasten his belt and the waist snap of his pants. They were roughly pulled down, soon to be followed by his boxer shorts. A cheer came up from the crowd as his bare bottom and his hanging genitals came into view.

Lady Duchess insisted that Allan always keep his pubic area plucked completely bald of hair. He was happy to comply with this requirement, but his smooth state now contributed to his unwilling and complete exposure to hundreds of people. Tears dripped from his eyes as his pants were yanked to his ankles.

The guards lifted first one foot, then the other, as Allan’s pants and boxers were taken from him. They were placed in a laundry sack and stored so that he could retrieve them the next day. He would not be permitted any clothing below the waist until midnight. The guards folded his shirt tails up, pinning them well above his waist with safety pins.

With his naked bottom facing the crowd, Allan’s black socks and shoes looked incongruous. The guards spread his ankles and strapped each one to the posts on either side of the apparatus. Now every detail of his anatomy was completely visible to the assembled onlookers.

The guards now stepped back to the sides and the Bailiff moved into position behind poor Allan. She hefted the heavy oak paddle, lifting it with both hands and lining it up on Allan’s smooth bottom cheeks. He cringed at the touch of the cool wood on his exposed flesh.

“Count for me now, scofflaw!” she admonished him. “Count your penance so that everyone can hear you!”

She wound up and swung the heavy paddle with both arms, connecting with Allan’s backside in the center of his cheeks. The loud report of the heavy wooden paddle was accompanied by a sudden release of air from his lungs.

“One!” he choked.

The Bailiff wound up and swung again, connecting higher and mostly on the right cheek this time. She grunted with the effort, putting her full strength into each roundhouse swing.

“Two!” sobbed Allan, no longer caring about the lewd display he was making. He and the Bailiff were now locked in a very personal exchange. Allan’s Kartal Yabancı Escort world contracted to the burning flesh between his waist and his upper thighs. He struggled to catch his breath between the blows, and exhaled explosively with each new delivery.

The crowd was quieter now that the punishment was being meted out. Allan struggled not to scream as the heavy paddle connected with his bare bottom again and again. The Bailiff took care to spread the dozen strokes around Allan’s buttocks, sometimes high, sometimes low; sometimes left, sometimes right. Even the tops of his thighs were not spared form the punishing smacks.

The Bailiff was breathing very heavily and perspiring as she delivered the last stroke to the center of Allan’s scarlet buns.

“Twelve!” he cried, and slumped down in his pillory. The Bailiff laid the paddle down and stepped aside. The spectators cheered as they gazed on her handiwork. Allan’s whole bottom was deep red. Only the widespread crack above his crinkled asshole was still white, as the paddle was too wide to reach into this intimate crevice.

Allan fought to regain his composure as the guards stepped up and unfastened his ankles, then undid the swinging stock from his neck and wrists. They helped him to his feet, and turned him around to face the crowd.

His ass was on fire, but his blush deepened as his bald genitals and his face were turned toward the square. He heard jeering from the front rows, and saw women and girls pointing at his exposed nudity. The woman from his office was laughing and pointing at his hairless pubes, her boyfriend’s arm around her shoulder.

“Allan B. Knawtee, place your hands on your head and face your peers,” the Bailiff intoned through the public address system, completing the ritual of his humiliation.

“You are released to their custody.” Behave yourself well, and return next Saturday at noon for the next installment of your punishment. You may return tomorrow morning for your pants, but are to remain dressed exactly as you are for the remainder of today. You have no modesty today, for you are a criminal.”

More laughing and jeering met this statement.

“You must not try to cover or hide yourself. If anyone wants a closer look at your punished body, you are to cooperate completely, offering yourself for detailed inspection. Anyone, anywhere, anytime for the remainder of the day, has the right to demand that you make your penis hard by self-manipulation. They may also demand that you ejaculate. If at any time during this period you should have an orgasm, either at the request of your audience or by accident, you are to call out loudly before it occurs. Should you fail to cooperate in any way with the terms of your sentence, citizens may call the Corporal Punishment Hotline to report you. Any infraction will result in automatic additional punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Allan called out. The crowd cheered for him one last time, and he was led down the stairs at the front of the platform.

He would have to walk directly through the crowd to get away. The spectators laughed at him, slapping his sore bottom as he passed. He hung his head and hurried across the Town Square.

Behind him he heard the next miscreant being led up onto the platform. She was an attractive college student caught with a fake ID, and the men in the crowd pushed forward to see her punishment, leaving Allan more space for his getaway. He hurried toward the alley, hoping to get away before he saw anyone he knew.

Suddenly, Allan’s heart sunk. Standing at the entrance to the alley, blocking his way, was a group of about a dozen teenage girls. They’d been waiting for him, and he could guess what they wanted.

“Hi Mr. Knawtee, remember me?” sneered a pimply young woman of about 19. He recognized her from his neighborhood. She and her friends had been having a party two weeks before, and he’d called the cops to complain about the noise. Stephanie Saunders was her name. Because it had been her first offense, she had gotten off with a warning, but had still met him with a spiteful stare when he’d seen her the next day in the neighborhood.

“Hello Stephanie,” mumbled Allan, covering his groin with his hands.

“Oh no you don’t!” taunted a second young woman, standing next to Stephanie. “You don’t get to cover up at all – you know the rules. Or should we call that cop over there?”

She motioned with her chin in the direction of a uniformed Fort Collins Police Officer, who was watching the developing scene carefully from about 100 feet away.

Allan slowly dropped his hands to his sides, exposing his hairless genitals to the group.

“You have less hair than my little brother!” giggled a brown-haired woman. “Did you shave it all off?”

Allan blushed, but figured he’d better tell the truth. Lady Duchess was quite strict about his depilation requirements, and demanded that he answer all queries about it candidly.

“I am required to be bald between my legs,” he explained. “I must be Kartal Yeni Escort smooth as well, without razor stubble. So I pluck out the hairs every day before my shower. I get inspected regularly to make sure I’ve kept up with the tweezers.”

Some of the girls made faces at this, some laughed nervously. “Ewww, gross!” said one. Then the rest laughed.

Stephanie stepped right up in front of Allan.

“I want to inspect you,” she taunted, “to make sure your punishment was complete.” She knew her rights, and was enjoying her revenge on him for the party incident.

“Turn around, Allan,” she smirked.

Allan turned his back on Stephanie. In the distance, the crowd cheered again. At least the men had forgotten him, even if these obnoxious teenage girls seemed determined to further humiliate him. The poor girl on the stage was bent over the punishment apparatus, and the guards had just lowered her pants to her ankles.

“Now bend over and grab your ankles,” Stephanie ordered. Allan complied.

“Spread your legs. Wider!” she barked. He moved his legs apart as far as he could, knowing that he was lewdly displaying himself to all the assembled teenagers.

Looking between his legs at the assembled group of giggling girls, he saw a bright flash. Someone was photographing him! He stood bolt upright, outraged.

“Get back into position!” Stephanie shouted at him, “or do I have call for that Officer?”

Allan knew his place. Redfaced, he bent over, spread his legs, and grabbed his ankles.

“God, look at how red his butt is!” said one of the girls.

“It must hurt like hell,” agreed another, running her hand over his blistered cheeks.

“I like how his balls are so smooth and clean,” said another. “He says his Mistress makes him pluck them. I bet that hurts too. When I get married, I’m going to make my husband pluck himself too.”

“I want to see his asshole,” sneered one of the onlookers.

“Reach back and hold your buttcheeks open,” Stephanie ordered Allan. Stifling a sob, he complied, grabbing one burning cheek with each hand and stretching his ass wide apart, so that his anatomy was completely exposed.

Stephanie moved in very close behind him. Allan saw that she held a digital camera in her hands. She stood about a foot away from his wide-open thighs. Flash!

Allan swallowed hard. He was forced to stand still and let his pimply teenage neighbor take pornographic photos of him while her giggly friends watched. He knew that if she called the policeman over, he’d regret it. The Judge had specifically warned him at his sentencing hearing that if he failed to cooperate during his “naked penalty,” that she would sentence him to further whippings, more naked time, or even worse.

“Isn’t he cute,” Stephanie cooed to her friends. She took another picture, from a different angle.

“I think I’ll post these on the website of the neighborhood association,” she told Allan.

There was a sharp report in the distance, followed by a trembling cry, as the Bailiff’s paddle connected with the shapely bottom of the naked co-ed on the platform.

“I want to see him get his dick hard,” said one of the teenagers.

Excellent idea, Trish!” said Stephanie. She turned to Allan. “Stand up you little pervert!”

Allan stood up and turned to face his tormenters.

“Get yourself nice and hard for us,” she said. “Go ahead, whack yourself off, right here and now!”

Allan blushed crimson again. He looked down to his shriveled dick. His bottom was still burning, and the smirking teenage girls made him feel ashamed. He was not horny in the least, and he couldn’t imagine being able to get a hard-on in such a terrible circumstance.

“Officer!” Stephanie shouted, “Officer, come over here! This criminal is disobeying a direct order!”

The Officer started toward him, and Allan put his shame aside and began pulling on his flaccid penis.

“What seems to be the trouble, Miss?” the Officer asked Stephanie politely. The young woman on the platform screamed again as the heavy oak paddle connected with her bare buttocks, then dissolved into sobbing.

“This guy is a criminal. He was just paddled, and ordered to beat off whenever anybody asked him. I told him to do it, and he wouldn’t, but now he’s doing it ’cause you’re here.” Allan continued to stroke his bald cock, which was beginning to stir.

“You listen here, buddy,” said the Cop. “You have no rights in this matter. If these young ladies want to see what you’ve got, or if they want you to pull your pud till midnight, then you just get busy, you got it? If I hear any more complaints about you, you’re gonna get worse than what you got today.”

The officer gestured at the platform at the center of the Square. “Just look at that poor girl up there on the stage. I busted her for a fake ID at a bar last week. She won’t be wearing a stitch for a whole month now, and she’ll be paddled Tuesdays and Thursdays too, not just Saturdays like you. You want some of what she’s getting?” Kartal Masaj Salonu Allan noticed that the woman being paddled onstage had been stripped completely naked for her punishment. Young men surged forward to get a better view, as the paddle connected once again with her bare behind, bringing a cheer from the crowd and a half-muffled scream from the miscreant.

Allan closed his eyes to shut out the gang of cruel teenagers before him. Resigned to his fate, he began pumping his fist around his penis. Despite the circumstances, it began to stiffen.

“Open your eyes, Creep!” Stephanie taunted him. “Smile for the camera now.” She snapped another series of pictures of him beating off.

“I want to see him shoot his stuff,” one of her friends called out. There was a round of laughs and jeers in general agreement with this sentiment.

Allan had no choice but to stand there in his street shoes and socks, with his shirt pinned above his waist, and masturbate energetically in a circle of gawking teens.

As he stroked and they teased him, the young co-ed onstage was released from her bondage, admonished, and sent on her way. Women and men were directed by the guards to opposite ends of the Square after their punishment. Allan saw a large group of men and boys gathered at the far end, blocking the way of the nude offender. He imagined that she would now be subjected to a similar fate to what he now endured.

Finally, Allan felt the approach of his orgasm. Remembering the admonishment of the Judge, he called out loudly, “I’m cummmming!”

Passersby stopped and stared, and Allan’s tormenters laughed as a series of convulsions racked the poor man. Spurts of white cum shot out from his cock, landing on the pavement at his feet. Stephanie recorded the moment for posterity with her digital camera.

The assembled group applauded, as Allan hung his head in humiliation. Another man was being led up to the platform to be paddled, and the group of teenagers started breaking up, some of them heading back to the stage area.

A middle-aged woman in jeans and a T-shirt came striding up, shouldering aside the lingering gawkers.

“Well, Allan, you seem to be pretty popular all of a sudden! I bet that’s the most attention you’ve had from girls in quite some time.”

“Hello, Lady Duchess,” Allan said glumly.

“Your shirt has fallen down,” she pointed out. “I think we should take you shopping for some new ones that will be more appropriate for the rest of today, and for your other Saturday appointments. Let’s see what we can find in some of the T-shirt shops here in the Square. Maybe a midriff shirt with something appropriate printed on it. Hmmm.”

Allan started shifting back and forth nervously. This certainly didn’t sound good. He just wanted to go home and hide, but Lady Duchess was going to drag him around for more public exposure and embarrassment.

“Wait a minute,” said Stephanie, who was still standing nearby. “I want him to keep stroking his thing.”

“Okay,” said Lady Duchess. “Allan, get back to work. This nice young lady wants you to keep your hands busy. We’re going to do a little shopping, and I order you to keep pulling on that thing until we get home. And any time you get yourself off, no matter how many times that may be, I want everybody in earshot to know about it!”

Allan started pumping his now flaccid cock. Stephanie laughed at her sweet revenge, and moved back toward the stage to check out the next act.

“OK, limp-dick, follow me,” Lady Duchess snapped, and set off back into the Square. There were more women near the stage now, watching the next guy being fastened into the pillory. As Allan walked by, many of them turned to watch him pass. He continued to pump his hand up and down on his penis, but couldn’t look the scornful women in the eyes.

Lady Duchess led him into a store, which was behind the stage area. There were fewer spectators in here, but to his horror, Allan recognized the sales clerk as a part-time temp from his office.

“Can I help you?” the young woman asked Lady Duchess, smirking at the pantless Allan standing behind her. Then she recognized him.

“Mr Knawtee? Is that you?” she said in surprise.

“Answer the young lady,” Lady Duchess said, “but don’t neglect your duties … down there.”

Allan looked up and met the pretty blonde’s eyes, but kept stroking his dick.

“Hello, Karen. Yes, it’s me. I’m being punished for violating the Camera Radar Statute.”

Karen looked him up and down slowly, and sniggered, “It doesn’t look like it excites you very much.” She looked back to Lady Duchess. “May I help you with something, Ma’am?”

“I’m looking for a T-shirt for this miscreant,” she explained. “Something short enough that he can’t pretend to ‘accidentally’ hide himself under it. Preferably with some appropriate text printed on it.”

“Hmmm,” said Karen. “I have some midriff T’s back here.” She led Lady Duchess toward the back of the store, and Allan followed miserably.

The shirts were clearly meant for teenage girls, not grown men. They would cling ridiculously to his frame if Lady Duchess forced him to wear one. But she wasn’t happy with the designs. Most were flowers and scenic photos of the mountains. She was looking for something in black, she told the sales clerk.

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I leaned towards Mr King’s fat, hairy cock and sticking out my tongue, lapped softly at the tip of his cock head. I knew not to use my hands. I placed my arms around him and cupped his bum cheeks. While I was lapping at his engorged cock head, I let my fingers playfully rove up and down the crack of his ass. From his reaction I knew he liked me doing that to him.

“Oh, you are such a dirty girl,” said Mr King, moaning gently.

I slurped his purple cock head into my mouth and rested the underside of it on my wet tongue. As my lips closed around and below the ridge of his knob, my tongue slithered back and forth across his sensitive underside. Precum began to weep from the slit of his pee hole. It was as delicious as before. I wanted more of it. As soon as I tasted it, I let out a little whimper of delight.

It seeped out on to my tongue and I felt such contentment. I looked up in to Mr King’s eyes and held his gaze. Placing his hands behind my head, he pulled me towards him gently until my mouth had moved several inches over his veiny shaft. He stopped pulling when he felt his purple knob come into contact with my throat. My saliva was coating his cock and his tasty precum was trickling into the back of my throat.

My mouth felt so full and the ridges of the fat veins of his lovely cock, seemed to be more pronounced in my mouth than ever. He slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth. I could sense saliva seeping out of the sides of my mouth and dribble slowly down my chin. I was literally salivating over his wonderful, thick, veiny cock. His cock stood to attention before me so I began to worship it with my tongue.

I ran the tip of my tongue all the way up the side of his cock tracing the outline of a pulsing, fat vein. Mr King placed a hand on the base of his cock and slapped my cheek with it, several times. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue so he could slap its warm, wetness with his mushroom shaped, cock head and allow me more of his manly precum.

He told me to suck on his balls. I began by licking all around his low-hanging ball sac and then, delicately slurped one of his big, round balls into my mouth, where my tongue lavished it with my saliva by sliding sideways across it. I did the same with the second one. Precum was now generously flowing down his shaft and landing on the end of my nose, tickling me there.

I released his ball sac and moved my head so as to be able to tongue all the way up his shaft, in order to lap up this bountiful, sweet nectar that I loved. A long thread of precum joined the end of my nose to his beautiful, fat, veiny cock. Mr king rubbed his cock all over my face and made it shine with his juices. That felt so good.

My lust for Mr King’s cock was limitless. There was something about its plumpness and protruding veins that awoke a deep longing inside of me. His flared, spongy, purple knob, that continuously leaked so much precum from the wide slit that was his pee hole, sat proudly aloft his thick shaft, mesmerizing me. I found it irresistible. Hypnotized by its magnificence I just wanted to worship it.

I bathed it with my tongue, furiously lapping the sensitive underside. I made love to his cock with lots of little slurping kisses up and down the shaft. I kneaded his bum cheeks and caressed them to increase his pleasure. I ran my hands softly up and down the backs of his hairy thighs, tormenting him with the light touches of my fingertips. My own hairless cock was rock hard as I lost myself in submissive concupiscence.

I wanted to take his plump cock in my hand and hold it tightly as I sucked out from it, the essence of Mr King’s manhood. I brought my right hand around from behind him and ran it through his forest of thick, black, pubic hair that I adored. I did likewise with my left hand and placed them on either side of the bottom of his thick shaft, holding him steady there.

Unable to resist my need, I pushed his cock down and buried my face into his forest of pubic hair. I rubbed my face and cheeks back and forth against it and in it, reveling in the thickness and softness of his luxurious, black, down. Saliva was dribbling down my chin on to his fat cock as I lost myself in his masculinity. I believe I was cooing with pleasure.

Pulling my face away, I took his cock head deep into my mouth with a noisy slurping sound. Oblivious to my surroundings, I sucked so very hard and slowly let it out again, only keeping his purple knob in my mouth, the underside of which my tongue lashed lovingly. I wanted to tell him how much I loved sucking his great cock. It was my whole world, my love. It was everything to me, the very centre of my sexual desire.

Mr King put his hands on my head and he pulled his cock away from me. Surprised, I looked up at him. I had wanted to see him cum all over my face.

“Such a willing little cock sucker, aren’t you, sissy? Be a good girl and fetch the lube for me, now.”

As I wiggled over to the bedside table to fetch Mr King the lube, he opened one of the glass mirrored doors and brought out a sturdy but comfortable, straight- backed istanbul escort chair and placed it opposite the mirror in front of which I had been happily sucking his cock.

I picked up the little brown bottle of smelling scent that I had opened last night as well as the lube. I opened the brown bottle and inhaled deeply through both nostrils and then gave both bottles to Mr King who, having thrown the pillow aside, placed them on the floor beside the chair.

“Hold out your hands, sissy,” he said.

When I held out my hands Mr King squirted jets of lube on to my palms.

“Lube me, now, that’s the good girl.”

I ran my hand up and down his fat, veiny cock, full of anticipation at what was going to happen next. I kept sliding my hand up and down his rampant cock, thoroughly enjoying its serious hardness and the feel of those protruding veins I loved so much.

“Oh God, Mr King!” I gasped in delight. “Your cock is so hard, today.”

When I was done, I reached behind me and ran my sticky hand up and down the crack of my ass and fingered myself to make ready for his penetration.

“Turn around sissyboi and let me see you wiggle that cute little ass for me.” said Mr King.

I stood directly in front of Mr king and wiggled my ass for him. Then, I bent over at the waist and wiggled some more for him. He took me by the waist and pulled me to him. My legs parted and went to either side of his. In the mirror I could see how proud and erect his fat, veiny cock was. Its upward curve truly was a thing of beauty and increased my own arousal.

Mr King held me up by the waist and I gently lowered myself down on to his wonderful erection. His cock quickly zoomed in and found its target and I hovered over it as my hungry ring almost seemed to try to suck him into itself. I loved the feel of his fat, spongy head as it throbbed at the entrance to my pussy. Mr King applied downward pressure and soon my sphincter was breached once more.

I cried out as he forced me all the way down on his cock, which filled me up, painfully.

“SShh, little one, SShh,” he whispered in my ear as he nibbled my earlobe.

I sat motionless on his hard cock and felt it pulse away inside me. The pain slowly vanished and was replaced with an exquisite sensation of pleasurable fullness, which increased the more my inner muscles clenched and unclenched themselves around my invader. The more I clenched and released his cock inside me, the better I began to feel, until the urge to raise myself up and down on his now throbbing, fat cock, became irresistible.

Holding my waist tightly, Mr King assisted my efforts, which brought us both greater sexual pleasure. I heard myself crying out my little moans and whimpers of delight and from behind me the grunts and labored breathing of Mr King, as my tight, little pussy gave itself up to him, for his pleasuring.

I watched our reflection in the mirror and was amazed to see how easily his glistening, fat, veiny cock, slipped in and out of me. My own hairless cock, no longer hard, looked so small in comparison to his, as it flopped up and down uselessly in front of me. In one sense I felt a little bit humiliated by this but in another, I felt so proud that my soft, white body was making Mr King so hard and his upward thrusts demonstrated, how much I turned him on.

Mr King leaned forward and grabbed my legs under my knees. I was bent double as he pulled me up towards him with my lower legs pointing out in front of me. I was totally exposed and felt so sexy as my pink high hells were still on my feet. I felt his rough face press against the softness of my own and when I looked at in the mirror again, the look of lust in his eyes was almost frightening.

He bounced me up and down on his slippery cock showing me no mercy and a thick string of clear, precum began to leak out from my small, flopping cock. He was relentless in his fucking as he took his pleasure from me, using me like a fuck doll.

Letting go of my legs he pushed me forward, still keeping his cock inside me. As he arose to a standing position, my hands went to the floor to take my weight. His hands held on to my upper thighs as he fucked me in the wheel barrow position. He was fully inside me as he pushed me forward and I walked the few paces, on my hands to the mirror, where he twisted me around so that we were parallel to it.

Still maintaining his fat erection inside me, he lowered me down on to my knees and then knelt behind me. I was feeling a little battered by his urgent pounding and was grateful to be able to support my body myself. I could not help but turn my head sideways and look at his reflection as he humped himself energetically into me.

Like a beast in heat in the breeding season, intent on his pleasure, Mr King’s energy seemed endless. In my mind I pictured his curved veiny cock and thought about how hard it had seemed when I covered it in lube with my hand. In that instant he changed the angle of his fucking. I screamed with pleasure as his long, furious, thrusting ignited my prostate. escort bayan A wave of pleasure overwhelmed me and involuntarily my sphincter muscle clenched itself hard against the base of his cock.

A single squirt of watery cum, issued violently from my still soft, cock. A long, loud, whimper of sexual ecstasy came out of my mouth. Mr King grunted out his delight as he withdrew his fat cock from inside me, took it in his hand and pulled back hard to release the first jet of his lovely, thick load, all around my gaping rosebud.

Then he shoved himself back inside me and I felt him pulse as the rest of his thick, life-giving, cock cream, jetted out of his slit with each thrust he made deep inside me. He practically lifted me up off the ground with his final thrust as he prolonged the pleasure my sore body afforded him. His heavy breathing was accompanied as always by drops of perspiration, that dripped down over me to mingle with the saliva, that dribbled from his open mouth.

He finally slipped out of me and even though I was exhausted by these events, I still felt strangely elated and high. Mr King pulled me around so my bum was facing the mirror. He pulled my butt cheeks apart and told me to look back into the mirror. As I did so, I was thrilled to see his creamy, cum ooze out of my gaping rosebud and run in a steady, stream down over my hairless ball sac and on down my inner thigh. There seemed to be so much of it. I couldn’t help but smile at this sight.

Mr King stood proudly in front of me then. He told me to kneel before him. His magnificent, spent cock was semi-erect before my face. A long thread of his creamy essence hung deliciously from the slit of his pee hole. Gravity was pulling it down to the floor. He did not have to tell me what he wanted me to do for him.

Leaning my head down, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. The end of the thick, glimmering, thread of cum attached itself to my tongue and lips. I moved my head upwards in a slow and deliberate manner, ensuring that I was able to noisily slurp the creamy thread, into my mouth, without losing any of it.

When my mouth was level with his dangling, purple cock head, my tongue licked the slit of his pee hole and then drew in all of his knob. Pressing my lips tightly on his shaft below the ridge of the crown of his cock, I sucked hard as Mr King squeezed his own shaft. He told me to be sure I got every last drop of his cock cream, so I nursed on him until he was drained inside my mouth.

He placed his hands on my head and looking into the mirror he said in a tender voice…

“See what a good little sissy boi I have here.”

I looked up at him and he turned his head to look down on me. He smiled at me, kissed his own fingertips and then brought that tender kiss to my forehead. His cock was still in my mouth.

“Oh Julian, you really are the best, little, sissy boi I have ever had. Now, be a good girl and run along into the bathroom and take a shower. First though, I need you clean up that little mess you left on my nice clean floor. Use your tongue.”

“My tongue?” I asked surprised that he should ask this of me.

He slapped my bottom really hard making me squeal and repeated his order. What could I do? I got down on my hands and knees and licked my own cold cum off of the floor.

Once this was done, I stood up and went into the bathroom. In my absence, Mr King switched off the hidden cameras that had recorded everything we had done this morning in his bedroom. Having done that, he put on his robe and went into his studio to fetch the little pink cock cage which he intended to attach to me. Placing the cock cage and key in the pocket of his robe, he made his way to the bathroom.

I was still showering when Mr King entered the bathroom. He disrobed and joined me under the hot shower. I had the pleasure of his hands soaping me and returned the favor. Once showered and clean we left the cubicle and dried ourselves with the towels Mr King provided. Mr King put his robe back on and told me to stand naked before him.

Once again, he removed my make-up and in truth I was sorry to see it go. The ever-observant Mr King picked up on this and mocked me a little.

“I think my little sissy boi likes wearing make-up. Never mind, Julian. You will always be wearing make-up in my house. It’s all part of the transformation process. To me you are still a beautiful, little, sissy boi, even without make-up,” he said.

Reminding me of my agreement to save all my cock cream for him, Mr King fell to his knees and I gladly suffered the indignity of having him attach this chastity device to me. Even though it was quite small, it was the perfect fit for my cock. Once he turned the key in the lock to keep me trapped inside it, Mr King flicked the end of the cage with his forefinger.

“There you go Julian, all snug as a bug in a rug. Pink really is your colour, don’t you think? How does it feel to be a hairless, effeminate, caged, sissy boi? No more playing with your little cock, selfishly. I have total control of your sex life Kartal escort now,” said Mr King, playfully toying with my balls.

My poor little cock wanted to become erect but that was now quite impossible. The way Mr king was speaking to me and the mocking tone he was using, turned me on. He was making fun of me and humiliating me and yet I liked it. I felt my little man try in vain to engorge and escape the confines of the cage. It was frustrating to say the least. I began to wonder how long I would be able to keep my part of the bargain.

“You will not be able to stand like a real man does when you have to use the bathroom, Julian. You will have to sit the way girls do, even when you just need to pee. That will remind you of your new role in life. You are no longer a man. You never really were anyway, were you? Keep telling yourself that you are a sissy boi now whose sole purpose in life is to please real men, like me.”

“It does look cute,” I said, “but, I like playing with myself.”

“Those days are gone forever, Julian. You will soon adjust to the cage and one day you will thank me for what I am doing for you, as I thank you for what you are doing for me. It really is a win-win situation. Trust me, Julian. You will see that I am right. Once I am totally cured you will only wear a chastity cage on special occasions,” said Mr King. “By the way, I think it best if you only wear panties from now on.”

I smiled when he said that and he noticed.

“That’s better, Julian. I thought that would make you happy. You see, you really are a sissy boi at heart. You just love wearing panties, don’t you?

“Yes,” I admitted. “I love lingerie of all kinds. It makes me feel sexy…”

“Sexy and girly,” said Mr King, expressing my thought for me. “It makes you feel sexy and girly because that is your true nature. You should have been born a girl. That’s why you are drawn to lingerie and soft or pretty clothes. Next time you are here I am going to dress you up like a sweet, pretty girl, innocent and virtuous and takes lots of photos of you. You will love it.”

“Like the sissy boi photos in your pink album?” I asked.

“Yes, only more innocent and not so lewd. I know you liked looking at those pretty boys. Everyone does. Come on in to the studio and I will show you the type of dress I mean.”

Mr King took me by the hand and led me into the studio. He went to the dress rack and picked out a beautiful, flared pink dress and held it up against me.

“I think someone wants to try this on, don’t you?” he said.

“Yes, please,” I said. “it is so pretty.”

I held up my arms and Mr King slipped the dress on me. Once he had adjusted the front he turned me around and pulled up the zip. It had several petticoats from the waist down which made it flare out even more. I went over to the mirror to see myself and I gave a little gasp. It looked and felt wonderful. I stood on my tippy toes and did a little pirouette. Were it not for the cock cage I know that this beautiful dress would have made my cock rock hard.

On a whim I lifted the hem of the dress and brought it up to my face. My slim, smooth legs and cock cage were revealed. My cock was straining to rise and it hurt. I looked over at Mr King and already he had picked up a camera and was snapping away.

“I have no make-up on, Mr King,” I cried out in alarm. “People will know this is me in a dress, wearing a pink, cock cage.”

“I know,” he said smiling at me.

I felt like he was sneering at me, then he added.

“Do not worry, Julian. These photos will only be seen by me and some of my very special friends who know how to keep secrets. You must learn to trust me.”

“Sorry, Mr King,” I replied. “I just don’t want people to know anything about me and what we do. I don’t want anyone to know that I am a sissy, or see me dressed in girl’s clothes.”

“Are you ashamed of what we have done, Julian? I hope not. I am proud of what I am and so should you be. Who cares what other people think? I know I don’t. I would be so disappointed with you if you were ashamed of me,” he said firmly.

“I am not ashamed of you, Mr King, I’m just embarrassed, I suppose. I loved everything we did and have done and I want to help you with your ED. I want us to be best friends but, I don’t want anyone else knowing any of my business… our business. I want all this, everything we do, to be just between us. You did promise to keep my identity a secret. You said know one would ever know it was me.”

Mr King set down the camera and came over to me. He put his arms around me and hugged me tightly.

“Rest assured, Julian. I would never reveal your identity to anyone. I understand, honestly I do. I promise you, on my word of honour, that these photos are for my very private perusal, only.”

Of course, he was lying through his teeth.

Comforted by his warm words and his warmer embrace, I relaxed. When he asked me to hold the dress up at the waist and look over my shoulder at my own reflection, I did so, happy in the knowledge that the photographs he was taking, were for his eyes only. Mr King set down the camera and went over to the shelf where the shoe boxes were. He picked out a pair of pink, court shoes and handing them to me, he told me to put them on. I was delighted with the way they made me look.

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You knew as soon as you saw my face that you had said the wrong thing.

“What do you mean we don’t do romantic dinners often?” I asked. “Didn’t we have a romantic candle lit dinner just this weekend?”

And then you remembered our dinner. You naked and tightly bound. Candles the only light as I hand fed you. How could you have forgotten?

“Don’t worry, I’ll remind you of it in detail when we get home.” Our vanilla friends had no idea what that meant. But you did.

The rest of the day was a fog for you. We mingled and chatted, but your mind kept wandering. Both to our dinner and to thoughts of what was in store for you later.

It didn’t help that I would occasionally whisper little things in your ear. Other people probably thought I was just whispering sweet/dirty things in your ear as you blushed and flushed each time. But comments such as, “Enjoy sitting comfortably, this is going to be your last chance for a while” were having an impact on you.

Once we walk into the house, I grab your hair and spin you around to face me. Pulling up, you get up on tip toes to relieve a little pressure. “Bedroom. Naked. Present cane. Now.” My voice soft, but with an edge that drives home this is going to be punishment, not play.

You all but run back to the bedroom, stripping as soon as you get through the door. You start to just throw your clothes on the floor, but realize this is no time to make a mess. You gather everything and throw the clothes in the closet hamper. Looking up, you gaze for a moment at the cane hanging there. Not sure how much time you have, you snap back to the present and pull it down.

Facing the door, you kneel. Legs very wide, head bowed, eyes down, arms up, presenting the cane. You haven’t even finished going over your mental checklist to ensure proper position when you hear my foot steps and see my feet in front of you.

I pause for a few moments and then walk away, leaving you in position.

You hear me moving around the bed. You don’t dare move your eyes to see what I’m doing though. Your thoughts alternate between checking your focus to ensure you don’t lose position and anticipation/fear over what I’m about to do to you. Even knowing that it’s going to hurt, your pussy is sopping.

After a few minutes, or hours, or days, I’m standing in front of you again. Even in your peripheral vision, you only see my knees. Reaching down, I take the cane from your hands. Without permission to relax your arms, you keep Kartal Ukraynalı Escort your hands up, presenting.

As I move to your left side, I say, “Hands closer together.”

I lay the cane across both palms and start to tap, tap, tap with the cane. It takes all your effort to both keep your hands high and not ball them up into fists. After 20-30 little taps I pause. You feel the heat and throbbing in both your palms. You get your breathing under control and just as you take in a big breath, *smack*, I lay a solid blow across both palms.

You gasp and can’t help but to start to drop your hands and ball them up. Recovery is quick though and you resume the position. A tear falling down a cheek.

A few more taps and then *smack* another blow comes. This time you do ball your hands up and bring them to you belly for several seconds. I’m about to take action about your movement when you uncurl your hands and resume position.

“Hands down,” I say.

You want to rub your hands, but you just lower them to your thighs.

Stepping in front of you again, I grab your hair and pull your head up. I’ve opened my pants and pulled out my cock. I drag it up your face, collecting your tears and present it to your mouth. You open and take me into your mouth. Closing your eyes you nurse on me, tasting the salt from your tears and my precum. As I harden I pull out and get back into my pants.

“Stand up, time for those tits to feel the cane.”

All the calmness you had gotten while sucking on me flees as you stand up. I position you to face the mirror.

“Hands on top of your head, don’t close your eyes.” You assume the new position and I begin the warm up strokes across your tits. Tears start flowing freely, especially as the little warm up strokes fall across your nipples.

“Grab your nipples and pull them up, I want to get to the undersides. If you drop them them, I’ll secure them up and I promise you, you don’t want that.”

Keeping your already sore nipples pinched firmly, you hold them up and give me access to the soft flesh under the nipples. I resume the warm up and work on this new target. Once you’re warmed up, I take a few aiming strokes, each one not quite connecting, each one eliciting a flinch from you. I draw back and swing up into the soft flesh with a solid *whack*.

You see the blow moving, you hear the impact and then you feel it. The soft undersides of both tits erupting in fire. Your knees Kartal Üniversiteli Escort and waist crouch down, but I’m shocked to see that your hands still have the nipples firmly grasped.

It takes a few seconds, but you manage to resume position, tears falling freely down your face. “I’ll give you a choice. Two more to the undersides or one across the nipples. Which?”

You pause, thinking about these each option. “Two seconds or you get both,” I say, seeing you’re hesitation.

“One mississippi, two mississ…”

“Nipples. Please cane my nipples, Sir,” you blurt out. You’re immediately shocked by your own choice, but it’s too late to back out now.

“Hands back on top of your head.”

You resume the position and I immediately line up the cane with your nipples and resume the warm up. After several warm ups I line up the cane with your nipples. Your face is beautiful as you watch yourself in the mirror.

I leave the cane gently pressing across your nipples for a few seconds. Pulling back for the stroke you tense and close your eyes. I hold until you open your eyes and relax.

*whack*

Again, the sound hits your ears before the pain registers. This time, both nipples explode in pain. As you crouch down, you feel me press you down to your knees.

Again, I wipe your tears away with my cock and let you nurse for several minutes to calm down.

“Ok, enough of that, let get to work on that ass.”

This time, I bend you over the far side of the bed so that you can still face the mirror.

“Hmm, we need to get an ass hook so I can keep that head propped up,” I muse.

“You are due three good strokes. If your feet move the stroke doesn’t count. If your feet move two times I’ll secure them so they can’t move.”

Moving to the side I go straight into the warm up. I take my time, making sure your whole ass and upper thighs are well covered and pink. I rub my hand over your ass a few times to feel the warmth radiating off you. Normally, this would just turn you on. Now, knowing the severity of your punishment, it’s not comforting.

After a few more minutes of “warm up” I pull back and deliver the first full stroke. As usual, you hear the swish of the cane and the thwack of the hit before the pain hit you as well.

Try as you might, your leg came up. You tried to get it back down quickly, but I saw it.

“Stroke doesn’t count, prepare for re-stroke.”

Without giving Kartal Vip Escort you time to gather yourself, I go right back to lining up the next stroke. Swish! Thwack! Pain! This stroke just below the prior strike. Your leg comes up, your hands grasp the sheets and you bury your face as you cry out.

“Stroke doesn’t count.”

I go into the closet and grab my rope bag. Taking 3 short pieces, I tie your ankles, legs just above the knees, and your hands wrist to wrist. I run a longer piece from your wrists under the bed and to your ankles, cinching you firmly to the bed.

“First stroke, third attempt.”

Firmly secured you feel more vulnerable. Normally a turn on, but you know this isn’t going to end with you coming. The punishment is not just the cane, but the denial of release as well. Fresh tears fall down your face.

Several more warm up strokes. Swish! Thwack! Red hot pain as you feel the cane strike below the last, this time on the tender crease between ass and thigh.

The remaining two strokes come fairly quickly, each much harder than my normal when we play with canes. You are desperate for a soothing touch on your back side. But after the final stroke, I just lay the cane along your back.

“Contemplate why you were punished,” is all I say as I walk out of the room.

Still secured to the bed, your hands still sting, but they are nothing compared to the throbbing in your tits. Your nipples feel swollen and the pressure as you lay on them. Your ass still on fire.

You look and see the girl in the mirror. Eyes tearful and red. Nose runny. Sweat plastering her hair to her face. You drop your head and wait for me.

Later. I come back in and untie you from the bed. “Step back and lean forward. Hands on the edge of the bed.”

Panic strikes you for a second, afraid of what might follow. But you comply. Your panic is replaced by relief as you see the bottle of lotion and I spread it over your ass. It’s not the anesthetic kind I sometimes use after our normal rough play, but it feels good anyway.

“Stand up, hands behind your head.”

Taking the new position, you wince as the skin slightly tightens on your tits. Again, the lotion feels good even if I’m less gentle than normal when massaging it into your tit flesh.

Moving in front of you, I ask, “Do you have something to tell me?”

You get on your knees, wincing slightly as your ass rests on your heels. You spread your legs wide and lower your head and eyes. “Sir. I apologize for so thoughtlessly forgetting our romantic dinner. I apologize for embarrassing you in front of others. Thank you so much for correcting me and I beg you for forgiveness, Sir.”

Stepping into you, I pull you against my legs and stroke your face and hair. “All is forgiven pet.”

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Alice is an 18 year old girl studying at a 6th form college which is part of an all-girls boarding school. This story contains scenes of sex and violence. If you are not comfortable with this do not read on.

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As much as Alice had wanted to stay up crying and sulking, sleep found her easily. So easily, in fact, that she forgot to set her alarm. When she woke up at almost half past nine, she had not only missed breakfast and registration, but much of first lesson. Swearing to herself, she rolled out of bed and scrambled to get dressed. Slipping on her shoes she bent to roll up her knee socks and felt her pussy ache. With no time to do her hair properly, she pulled it into a simple pony tail with a side fringe. When she looked in the mirror to brush her teeth her eyes went wide at the bruises and split lip. Fuck.

When she finally got to the door of her chemistry class she had used half her make-up to hide the marks Dan had left. She decided it was too late to waltz in and apologise for being late, so she went to wait outside with a cigarette instead. When she opened the packet, all that came out were a handful of those little white candy sticks. “Mother fucker…” she breathed, but grinned at the same time. The bell rang, and two minutes later the class came streaming out into the yard. Alice wormed through the throng of students and found her dorm mate Sophie.

“Where were you?” Sophie asked as they walked to their maths class, “You missed chem.”

“Eugh, I got up late. Did Mr. Lloyd ask where I was?”

“Nah, I think he just marked you absent. So what was your weekend thing like? They keep you up?”

“Oh that. Er, yeah it was fine. Just a bunch of talks and stuff; really boring.” She didn’t like lying to Sophie, but she could hardly tell her the truth either…

Sitting down in maths class, Alice remembered that Mr. Bryant, her tutor, would be taking this lesson. Shit, this could be difficult. She was considering sneaking out and spending the day in her dorm when Mr. Bryant hurried in, dumping his laptop and coffee mug down on the desk. He looked up and spotted her.

“Alice,” he called, “Why weren’t you at registration this morning?”

As she answered, he sat down and opened the laptop. “Woman’s troubles, sir,” she replied deftly.

“You had woman’s troubles two weeks ago, Alice. In fact, this is the third time this month that you’ve used that excuse for being late or missing lessons. And,” he gestured at the screen of his laptop, “it says here you missed chemistry just now, yet here you are.”

“It’s on and off, sir,” she replied flatly.

“Yes well either you’re lying today or you were lying one of the other times, so detention. You can make up the chemistry you missed at lunch with Mr. Lloyd. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Alice smiled sweetly.

As they chatted and giggled their way through maths, Alice wondered what Sophie would think if she told her about Dan, about all the awful things she had done, all the things that had been done to her. She looked at her a different way than she had: Where before she had seen her friend Sophie, pretty and smart, now she saw wet lips begging for a cock to slip between them and firm breasts pushing against a tight school jumper. She imagined the material of Sophie’s blouse clinging to her skin, tiny beads of sweat forming between the fabric and her flesh, nipples in the oven of her uniform hardening against kisses, her head rolling back in ecstasy, warm throat exposed… She tried not to think about it.

Break time came, and she had a free period before next lesson so took the opportunity to have a late breakfast. Then there was English, and finally the bell rang for lunch. Alice sighed and gathered her things. She had been sitting next to Felicity from across the hall, so told her that they would see each other later and headed to the science department for detention. She hiked up the scenic path leading from the more modern English block to the main ‘old school’ building, Victorian and covered with faux turrets and castellations. Her phone beeped to announce an arriving text message.

Tut, tut, you’ve been a bad girl, Alice. Chemistry won’t teach you to get up on time, and I can’t give you the spanking you deserve… Make sure you get one, and be out of detention by 1:45. Call me as soon as you leave. Dan.

She gnawed at her lip, not knowing which was more frustrating; not knowing how he knew what was going on, or him not being there to spank her. It was 1:22pm already. She sped up, keeping one eye on the path ahead as she tapped out:

Yes Sir. Alice xxxx

Reaching Mr. Lloyd’s door, she gave a knock. “Come in,” came his reply. She crept in hesitantly, closing the door gently behind her. Facing away from him for a moment, Alice closed her eyes, girding herself for what she had to do, then turned. She tried to catch his eye with a sexy smile but he sat marking some work and muttered “Alright, sit down Alice,” without even looking up. She took the Kartal Sınırsız Escort desk nearest her, in the front row and just to the left of Mr. Lloyd’s desk. Hopping up onto one of the tall, backless stools that lined the lab she crossed her legs left over right. She had made sure to pull her skirt up as high as she could before coming in, so there was a lot of leg on show.

Mr. Lloyd finished marking the piece he was on, moving it to a separate pile, and picked up a text book. He rose and started to walk towards her. As he did so, she caught his eye at last and saw him swallow as he spotted her. She blinked at him innocently. He wasn’t the most attractive man in the world, but he was still quite good looking. His jaw was square and covered in stubble, his hair thick and black. Coarse, dark eyebrows sat atop his brow and his forehead was creased. He wore his sleeves rolled up and his tie a little looser than the headmaster would approve of. He had the air of one who, despite an above average physical appearance, did not enjoy his school days. There was something a little sad about his continued life in education. Stopping in front of her, he thumbed through the text book and laid it down on the table.

“Right, you can read this chapter, then do exercises one to three at the end. Okay?”

Alice had tilted her head ever so slightly downwards and was looking up at him with big doe eyes. One hand lay on her middle, her thumb pointing upwards and nestling between her breasts, stretching her blouse tight against them and revealing the outline of her bra. She hadn’t looked at the text book. “Yes, sir,” she answered smoothly.

He tried to hide the nervousness in his eyes but licking his lips betrayed how uncomfortable he was. As he sat back down at his desk Alice waited for a moment, unmoving. He started back on his marking so she took her cue to drag the text book closer, making sure he could hear it grind across the surface of the desk, and began to read. Surreptitiously checking her phone for the time, Alice saw that it was now 1:27pm. She had less than twenty minutes to get herself a spanking and escape.

Alice waited a few minutes, watching Mr. Lloyd from the corner of her eye. She spotted him catching peeks at her once or twice, trying to pass them off as checking on her.

“Uuuugh…” she whined quietly.

He didn’t look.

“Uuuuugh!” she tried, louder.

This time he looked up. She sniffed, staring into the book.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“It’s hard.”

“It’s challenging,” he corrected.

“I don’t understand it, sir. Can you help me?”

“What don’t you understand?”

“All of it… Please.” She pouted.

He sighed, and rose, moving back to her desk. “Where are you stuck?” Alice shot out a finger and pressed it to the page without breaking her puppy dog eye contact. He cocked a woolly eyebrow.

“Exothermic and endothermic?”

“Mm hm,” she nodded.

He cleared his throat. “Well, exothermic reactions are chemical reactions which, ah, release… heat.” As he was trying to speak, Alice had rested her chin in one hand, her elbow on the desk, and was staring into Mr. Lloyd’s eyes. She was biting her lip. “They transfer heat to the things around them.”

“Okay,” she said blankly.

“For example, your body, it combusts carbohydrates which generate energy. This gives off heat and that makes your body… warm. You then transfer that heat to the world, to the air, to the chair you’re sitting on and,” he cleared his throat, “so forth.”

“Like this?” she asked, feigning excitement and leaning forward both to press her hand against his and afford him a convenient view of her cleavage. She saw him close his eyes for a split second, before pulling away. She put her hand back on the desk.

“Yes, yes like that. Now… Endothermic reactions, they take heat in. Water vaporising, for example. Heat from the sun is transferred into the water, the water heats up and turns to steam. It takes heat in rather than sending it out.”

“Like… my sweat?” Alice asked angelically, lips parted as she waited for her answer.

“Er… er, yes. Exactly,” he replied. “That’s how your body cools itself. The… the sweat on your skin draws heat from your body which evaporates it, leaving your body cooler than it was before.”

“So it’s good to sweat, sir?”

He swallowed again, and shifted from one leg to the other. “Well, if you’re hot, then yes… it is.”

“Am I hot, sir?”

“Ah, well… I wouldn’t know. Are you?”

“What does this say?” she asked, still without looking down at the book.

“What does what say?”

“This word, what does it say?”

“Which, ah, which word, Alice?” He scratched his ear.

Alice looked down at the next page over and moved her finger to a word. “This one.”

Mr. Lloyd reached out for the text book but she pulled it close, pretending to strain at the word, oblivious to his attempt to turn the book. He took Kartal Suriyeli Escort a breath and walked around the desk behind her. The text book was half off the desk, resting against Alice’s stomach. Mr. Lloyd closed his eyes, his lips mouthing fuck, fuck, fuck in silent prayer… Now or never, he leant forward, resting his palms on the desk to either side of Alice. Her head blocked the page from view, so he moved closer, putting his own head above her right shoulder so they were ear to ear with one another. His chin quivered with excitement as he lowered his gaze and saw straight down her pure white shirt, spying the tops of those perfect young breasts and the purple lace bra that supported them. He could tell how soft they were just by looking. Collecting himself, he looked up to the slim finger that stretched across the text.

“Enthalpy…” he began, “Enthalpy is a measure of the, ah, the change in the internal energy, or heat you might say, of the system… plus, plus any work that the system does on its… surroundings.”

Slowly, Alice began to edge backwards. She let the hair from her side fringe barely brush against his face, let him feel the warmth of her back, the closeness of her body to his. “Like what, sir?”

“Like… like the work that you’re doing on me now.”

“Sir?” she said in pretend shock. Delicate hands lifted to her blouse, releasing the top button and letting it fall open a little.

“Fuck, Alice, why are you doing this? You shouldn’t be doing this!” he hissed, almost terrified the walls might here.

“Sir…” Alice arched her back, pushing her behind out towards him, pressing into his groin, feeling the stiffness growing there. “Will you spank me?”

“…What?!” he hissed in disbelief.

“Please, sir. I want you to spank me. I need a spanking so bad, sir…”

She stood up then, suddenly, turning to face him. She placed one hand on his chest, the other brushing against the front of his trousers as she gave him a dirty look and slipped away. His eyes followed her as she moved further towards the back of the class and stopped at the front of the next desk. Lowering herself onto her elbows she shot him a look over her shoulder, her plaid skirt rising up a little. His eyes drank in the creamy white flesh of the backs of her thighs, the curve of her calves under those little knee socks, the way her skirt sat so tantalizingly on top of her rump, the tiniest sliver of panty just visible at its lower edge.

Thoughts flashed through his mind; losing his job, going to jail, his face on television, his wife leaving him, never seeing his kids again… But he kept coming back to those milky, soft, young thighs. Scooping up the text book he marched purposefully up to Alice, placing one hand on the small of her back. The other held aloft the chemistry text book, hesitating a moment, then committing; falling. With a loud thud the cover smacked down onto her bottom. Twice more it slammed against her cheeks; then he grasped it with both hands and started to strike at her frantically, finally throwing the book away and squaring himself behind her, pressing his groin into her.

She was worried for a moment, more so when he lifted her skirt, but was relieved when his palm smacked against her cheeks. In truth, she wasn’t all that into it. He certainly seemed to be enjoying it though. It was like having one’s leg humped by a frustrated dog. He was all speed and eagerness, no style, no connection, no authority. He carried on for a few minutes and sure enough her cheeks were growing rosy beneath cotton panties. Mr. Lloyd paused for a moment to flex his hand, and Alice took the opportunity to stand up, giving a sultry curve to her movements. She stepped back into him, letting him enjoy her body for a moment, then slid out of his arms and towards the door, grabbing her bag as she passed her desk. Stopping, she winked at him and asked “Can I go now, sir?” Out of breath, he said nothing, and she left.

Free, Alice tugged out her phone and as she cycled to Dan’s number she saw the time: 1:41pm. She was well on time. The phone rang twice and Dan answered.

“Hello, slut.”

“Hello, sir. I did as you said. I had Mr. Lloyd spank me, and it’s not 1:45 yet.”

“Good girl, Alice. Well done. Have you had a good day?”

“Thank you, sir. It’s been okay. I’m sorry I got up late…”

“School is important Alice, you need to be on time or you’ll miss out. You know that, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” she admitted.

“Good. I have to go now Alice, but I will see you soon, I promise. Thank you for doing as you were told, and enjoy the rest of your lunch hour.”

“I will… Daddy?”

“Yes, Alice?”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Alice. Goodbye my sweet.”

“Bye.”

He hung up.

That evening Dan called again. Her face lit up as she grabbed her phone, the screen illuminated and singing. They talked for an hour, Alice in a low voice, huddled under her covers to avoid being overheard. Kartal İranlı Escort Dan was saying something about people’s social skills when he stopped suddenly.

“Alice, are you masturbating?” he posited.

“No.”A pause. “Yes,” she admitted, embarrassed.

“I can hear you.”

“You can?”

“You sound wet, slut.”

“I am, sir…”

“Why?”

“Talking to you, sir. I like your voice. And… it makes me think about the other day, at your place.”

“What are you doing?”

“Rubbing my clit…”

“You shouldn’t have lied to me.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Put two fingers in your pussy.” She said nothing, but her breathing and little, almost imperceptible, throaty noises belied her compliance. “Fuck yourself.” This time she sucked in breath, gasping as she filled herself, the walls of her cunt hot and taut against her now sticky fingers. She found that wonderful rough spot, letting her fingertips massage it as they edged back and forth. “Put your thumb on your clit, slut.”

“Eh…” she struggled. “It’s… difficult.”

“You’ll manage.”

“Yes, sir…” she struggled.

Her hand ached but she did manage it, the pad of her thumb now nestled against her clitoris, a little harder than she would have liked but it made her squirm all the same. She was quiet, making only small, sweet sounds as her hand worked between her thighs. Dan listened in silence, letting her imagination run of its own accord. Her breathing grew ragged.

“Sir?”

“Yes, slut?”

“I’m close…” He said nothing. “Can I cum, Daddy?” she asked, the final syllable cracking into a plea.

He let her wait a moment. “Yes, slut.”

“Oh thank you, Daddy, thank-…Ahhhh…”

She trailed off, her throat locking up into a prolonged, silent cry, then filling her lungs with a gulp of air, an inward scream. She rolled her head to one side, filling her mouth with a corner of pillow to muffle a low groan. A few moments passed and chills passed over her. Shivering, she rolled herself in her duvet, pulling one side up between her arms to hug, and tugging another underneath her to cover the wet patch she had left.

“Thank you, Daddy…” she murmured.

“Did you enjoy that, Alice?”

“Mm, yes sir.”

“Taste yourself for me, slut.”

“…I already am, sir,” she replied, mouth full, through lips suckling on glistening fingers.

The next day Alice managed to get up in time for breakfast and sat munching jam on toast in her dressing gown as yawning girls in novelty slippers shuffled to their seats. They carried bowls of steaming porridge on trays or sat tearing sleepily at croissants with buttery fingers. She almost hadn’t gotten up when she heard the rain drumming, but now she was awake she enjoyed the way it cascaded down the windows in great sheets. Looking back to her toast she realised that the form her hand took holding it was the same her hand had made touching herself the night before. She made a point of shifting to hold it a different way, but that only got jam on her fingers. She grew wet, but she wasn’t sure if that was because of sucking the jam from her fingers or because Sophie had just sat down opposite her in a strappy pyjama top that left little to the imagination. Her dressing gown was open at the front and erect nipples stood out through the ribbed fabric. Alice stared at them over her toast and rubbed her thighs together. She wished she could spare a few minutes before registration, but then she’d be late for class.

That evening Alice sat with Sophie and Felicity, huddled on the settee ready for bed. The common room had cinder block walls painted a garish pink and hung with unframed paintings of macro flowers and women’s faces. The sofas were yellow, cushions swirling with psychedelic patterns, the kind of furnishing that grown ups assumed teenagers would like. Gossip Girl flashed across the television on the other side of the room. Leighton Meester was in the process of impulsively stripping off her clothes on a nightclub stage when Alice’s phone vibrated across the arm of the sofa. It was Dan.

“Hello?”

“Come outside.”

“What… now?”

“Thirty seconds, Alice.” He hung up.

Alice sucked on her bottom lip, then jumped up.

“Eugh, sorry. My mum wants me to look at this email she’s sent me and call her back. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The girls bid her goodnight, and she stepped into her slippers, walking at a calculated, relaxed pace to hall. As soon as she was out she broke into a sprint for the exit, slamming into the heavy exterior door at a flat out run. She shivered, her pyjamas offering little protection against the sudden, biting cold. The bright lighting from inside blinded her in the dark, her eyes straining to adjust to the black that drowned the courtyard. A figure stepped out of a shadow; a long, dark coat with hands in its pockets.

“Sir!” she squealed, dashing over to him and clamping her arms around his torso. The scratchy wool and his body heat provided some welcome warmth. She felt him grasp the small of her back. He pressed her head against his chest, fingers entwining with her warm, brown hair.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she almost wept, pulling him tight.

“It’s good to see you, Alice. Shall we go for a walk?”

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