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I’m getting ready for a date. I’ve waited all week for this. I take my time, enjoying the process of it, the pampering. I shower and use my nice products, shave my legs and my pussy, apply scented lotion. I paint my toenails while wearing nothing but a silk floral robe, loosely tied. I start on my makeup: a smoky eye, mascara to give me a wide-eyed look, deep purple lipstick.

I loosen the robe and examine myself in the mirror before getting dressed. I run my hands over my body, turning to inspect myself in the mirror. My hair drapes down my back as I squeeze my ass and push my tits together to admire my cleavage. I take special pleasure from running my finger along my smooth labia as I imagine what you have in store for the evening.

I start selecting clothes, opting for a summer look: a green sundress with a floral print that makes me look feminine and innocent, but shows plenty of my tanned, smooth legs, brown leather sandals and a bag to match, an armful of bracelets and dangly earrings.

As a final touch, I pin the hair back from my face on one side to draw attention to my sloping neck. I’m pleased with what I see; I look carefree and summery, but the earrings, the lipstick, and the shortness of the dress make me feel sexy too. It helps that I’m wearing a tiny white thong that emphasizes the tan on my ass, and no bra. I’m ready to go, in more ways than one.

I walk the few blocks to the cafe where we’ve agreed to meet. You’re already there, at a table on the patio. “It’s a beautiful day,” you say, standing to greet me. “I thought we could sit outside.” I love the way that you look me up and down, taking me in, your final expression approving.

We chat, the conversation flowing easily. You’re a perfect gentleman as we order, joking and chatting with the server. He brings our drinks, and just as I go for the first sip, you reach out to grab my wrist, your grip gentle but firm. I meet your gaze and your eyes are steel.

“Before we enjoy this meal, there’s something we have to do.” My heart leaps, and a thrill carves me to my core.

“Go inside,” you continue. “In the back of the restaurant there’s a bathroom. Go in there and kneel. Leave the door unlocked.”

I’m silent for a moment, dumbfounded, then I laugh nervously. You never break my gaze.

“I’m not joking. Go.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, with more nervous laughter. I try to pull my wrist away, but your grip is strong. My heart is beating wildly at this point.

“You were late. We need to correct that.”

“I 1080 porno was-sorry. I was getting ready and lost track of time.”

“I won’t tell you again, slut. Go now.”

Finally, you release my wrist. My heart racing, my mind reeling, I stand. I walk towards the restaurant, and turn back, hesitating. You’re still watching me, arms crossed, unflinching.

Numb, unbelieving, I hurry to the restroom in the back of the restaurant. It’s not crowded, but there are a few other couples enjoying dinner. It’s a single occupancy bathroom-more private, perhaps, but also more likely that someone will notice if I’m there too long.

I check my reflection in the mirror and then kneel. Then, realizing what you’ll expect, I jump up to pull my dress over my head, hanging it on the hook on the back of the door. I kneel again and wait, nervous and excited. My nipples are already at attention.

I wait one minute, two minutes… each time I hear footsteps approach, my stomach clenches. I desperately want you to come in, but I’m also terrified of whatever it is that you have in mind. I’m even more terrified of someone else wandering in to find me, kneeling on the floor, wearing only a white thong.

Finally, when I’ve examined every inch of the peeling paint on the wall and tried and failed not to think about the questionable cleanliness of the floor, the door opens. To my utter relief, it’s you. You step in and lock the door, walking around me to take me in. My relief doesn’t last long, as you greet me with a quick slap to the side of my face.

I gasp, one hand jerking up instinctively to cover where you’ve slapped me. You grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head back so I’m staring up at you. My chest is heaving, exposed, my eyes wide and blinking.

“Who the fuck told you you could wear panties?”

I blush, scrambling to take them off, to appease you, but you slap me again and I fall still.

“No, leave them. Let’s see how messy we can make you.”

With that, grinning, you unbuckle your belt and whip it off, looping it around my neck like a leash. I can already feel pussy leaking onto my thighs.

I don’t need a command to know what comes next. Looking up at you, I put on my most vixen-like voice and fuck-me eyes, and ask, “May I?” As soon as you nod, I lean in, eagerly undoing your pants and relishing the way that your erection springs free, loving how hard I’ve made you. Smiling, looking up at you, I take you into my mouth.

I wrap my lips around your head, 2 k porno suckling at the tip of your cock. My tongue darts out to tease the head, then I trace along the shaft, allowing you to rub along my face as I do. I lap quickly at your balls and then back off to start back at your head. This time, I start to take you deeper into my mouth, looking up at you to gage your reaction. As I see you relax, I bob on your cock, my full lips purple and velvety around you. I suck you in deeper and deeper in, running my tongue along underneath. I moan softly, the vibrations traveling up my throat and into your cock, and look up at you for approval. “Good girl,” you murmur.

I’m glowing, loving the submission of pleasuring you. I’m trying not to think about where we are, or how many people there are outside, or how long we’ve been gone from the table. Suddenly, without warning, you yank the belt, causing it to tighten around my neck. With the other hand, you grab the back of my head and pull me towards you, stuffing my throat with your cock. You hold me there, choking and gagging, until I start to struggle. I panic, fighting for breath, the cock down my throat and the belt around my neck working together to restrict my breathing. I struggle and shake until my eyes well with tears and you finally let go, allowing me to fall back enough to catch my breath.

I pant, coughing, but manage to take a few quick breaths before you yank the belt again, pulling me back onto you. You shove your cock down my throat again and repeat the treatment until tears are running down my face and I’m begging you for air with my eyes. This time, I’ve learned to breathe quickly, and fill my lungs before you grab me again. You take the opportunity to reach down and smear my face, the drool and tears mixing with the makeup I’d taken such care to apply. Dropping the leash, you instead grab two fistfuls of my hair and pull me onto you again. You start to fuck my face, thrusting in and out of my slack mouth as I whimper and gag on your cock. You use the grip on my hair to bounce my face on and off of you, drool trailing from my lips each time.

A thrill courses through me as you thicken and throb in my mouth-and then, you pull out. Still holding me by the hair, you pull me off. With your other hand, you aim your cock to shoot thick ropes of cum. One stream lands in my hair, another trails from one eyebrow over the eye, the third coats my cheek, and another lands on my tongue, which I’ve instinctively outstretched. As your orgasm courses through 3 k porno you, the final spatters of your jizz spray my chin and my breasts.

While you recover, I remain crumpled on the floor, blind from where your semen has splattered across my eyes. I wait patiently, facing up at you. “Good girl,” you say again, picking up the belt and tugging it, signaling me to stand. I stagger awkwardly to my feet, blind and sore from kneeling for so long. You take my shoulders and angle me towards the bathroom mirror, then wipe my face with a paper towel so that I can open my eyes.

The reflection doesn’t look anything like the girl who left the apartment earlier that night, so casual and confident. Instead, I meet the gaze of a filthy, messy whore. My hair is matted where you gripped it and streaked with cum. My face is ruined: my eyes lopsided from the spray of jizz, one dark with makeup and the other smeared, teary streaks carving lines down my cheeks, and my lipstick covering half of one cheek and very little of my lips. My tits are coated in cum and drool. My panties are stained with my own leaky juices, and my knees and calves are streaked with dark marks from where the juices have mingled with the filth on the floor. You smirk as you take the belt off of me and re-dress, perfectly intact save a purple smear around your cock.

“I can’t go out there like this,” I gasp, a surge of fear racing through me as I remember where we are.

“I think you look beautiful,” you say, still smirking. “Let the world see what a needy fucktoy you are.”

“Can I clean up? Please?” I beg.

“What will you give me?”

“Anything. I’ll… we can do that again after dinner.”

“Obviously,” you shrug. “What else?”

I wrack my brains, blushing. “You can do whatever you want to me. No limits.”

You stare at me without answering.

“Please,” I say, my voice wavering as I start to truly panic. “Please don’t make me go out there like this.”

You pause for a moment, considering. “Five seconds.”

“What? I can’t-”

“Four.”

Frantically, I turn back to the mirror and assess the situation. With the paper towel, I wipe my face so that the worst of it isn’t so obvious; my makeup looks smeared and whorish, but not as clown-like.

“Three, two…”

I run my fingers through my hair, trying to revive it and disguise the cum.

“One,” you say, and I whip around, dropping my hands to my sides, not willing to test your limit.

“Thank you, Sir.” I say eagerly.

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re going naked, then?”

I flush with panic again-I hadn’t even thought to get dressed as you counted! But you laugh, tucking a strand of cum-streaked hair behind my ear, and unlock the door. “Come on, get dressed. I bet our food’s ready.”

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Tanya was dreaming of a huge black cock hovering over her head. It was half-limp but she could see it beginning to harden. The head was getting shiny and there was a drop of pre-cum developing in the pee slit. That drop got bigger and bigger until it looked balloon sized and then it detached itself from the overhanging penis and splashed onto her forehead running into her eyes.

Tanya awoke to find that, even though she was in her air-conditioned bedroom, she was in a sweat with rivulets running off of her forehead into her eyes. Her whole body was slick with perspiration and the sheets were damp all around her body. She felt feverish and there was an aching in her loins. She reached down and rubbed her abdomen just above her pubic patch. As her fingertips brushed against her cock just below the head, it sprang to life. That sent a thrill all of the way up to the back of her throat. She moaned.

She wrapped her right hand around the shaft of her penis and began stroking it. The realization came to her that she hadn’t had an orgasm for days- -it seemed like months. There was a build-up of tension in her that was beyond words and she knew that she had to release the tension or scream.

Faster and faster her fingers massaged her shaft, squeezing at the top of the up-stroke and relaxing on the down-stroke. Her left hand came up to her chest and alternately tweaked her right nipple and her left nipple. She pinched herself so forcefully that she squealed but nevertheless reveled in the pleasure shooting into her tummy all the way down to her ass hole.

Her hips began to undulate and strain against the pressure of her own hand. She dug in her heels and arched her back until her butt was off of the bed and then plopped it back down. She spread her legs and bent her legs, raising her knees until there were even with her shoulders. This forced her hand tighter on her cock.

Her strokes were getting shorter but stronger. She thought for an instant that she was going to pull her penis out from its roots. She gripped tighter and gave a few more jerks.

And then she came, spurting warm semen all of the way up to her neck. It was thick, pearly, and ropy. She could smell its fragrance- -fruity-tangy, it seemed to her- -as it flowed down her chest to her stomach. Yet still more cum gushed from her penis again up to her chest; and more came but not so forcefully; and, finally, a couple of mild spurts before it stopped. She relaxed, put her legs out, and settled down on the bed, breathing deeply.

The warm cum was cooling on her skin. She looked down and the gobbets running together forming little milky pools. She made a cup of her right hand and scooped it all of the way up from her abdomen to her chest gathering as much of her own semen as she could. When she reached the top of chest, she had a palm full of cum. She raised it to her mouth and sucked the slippery liquid between her lips onto her waiting tongue. It had the same feeling as slipping a raw oyster into her mouth, practically the same consistency and texture- -and not all that different in taste. She rolled the load around in her mouth and swallowed it down savoring the delicate, salty, tangy flavor.

“Mmmmmmm!” Tanya said to herself. “Mmmmmmmm!”

Purged and relaxed, she drifted back to sleep thinking that, as delicious as Marvon’s cum was, her own tasted even better.

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The telephone awakened her before dawn. It was Candy.

“Come home NOW!” She said, clearly distressed. “Ayisha isn’t waking up. I think she may be close to the end. Please come home!”

Tanya called a cab, headed to the small airport, and caught the first commuter to the city. She took a cab from the airport and was home in three hours.

It turned out to be an hour too late.

There was a fire rescue truck at the curb and the front door was open. Tanya walked through the door, dropped her suitcase and headed down the hall to the bedroom. She was met by Candy half-way there. Candy looked like a zombie, emotionless and expressionless, except for her shaking her head slowly side to side as if to say, “There’s nothing anyone can do.” Tanya gave her a hug, held her for a moment and then took her by the hand and went into the bedroom.

Ayisha lay supine on the bed with a sheet covering her from her feet to her head. The EMT’s were packing up their gear, careful not to leave any remnants of their efforts to revive Ayisha. Tanya identified herself. The EMT in charge said some stock words of condolence, asked Tanya if she had made any arrangements for a funeral home, and wrote in his notebook Tanya’s response. As the EMT started to leave the room, a local policeman came down the hallway, spoke briefly with the EMT beşiktaş escort and also made notes in his own notebook.

Candy called the funeral home and then Tanya and Candy gave the police officer all of the information he requested while they all waited for the hearse to arrive from the funeral home to convey Ayisha’s body there.

The funeral home attendants arrived, prepared Aiysha for removal in a very methodical and dignified way and began to exit the house with her wrapped in a white shroud on a gurney. Before they left, Tanya pulled back the shroud and kissed Ayisha on the forehead. Her body was still warm and it was as if Tanya was kissing her goodnight. The attendants left and Tanya never looked upon her mother again.

Ayisha had made her arrangements in advance- -cremation with her ashes to be scattered in a local wilderness park where she used to like to hike. There was no memorial service, per se but there was a party at the house about a week later. It was a somber get-together but a party nevertheless. There were scads of people from the humble to the notable. All had nothing but good things to say about Ayisha- -every word true.

The week after that, Tanya and Candy went to Ayisha’s lawyer’s office for the reading of Ayisha’s will.

In addition to funds that Reynaldo had given Ayisha many years ago, he had also established a trust fund for which Tanya was the named beneficiary. According to its provisions, Tanya wasn’t to receive any money from it until she was 25 years of age and then only half. The balance would be paid out in yearly installments until Tanya reached the age of 50. Ayisha had done well in her profession and had invested wisely; plus, she had made a good choice when she bought her house for which she had paid cash. After all was said and done, Ayisha’s estate worked out to be 3 Million dollars- -after taxes! And that didn’t include Tanya’s trust fund which amounted to another 3.5 million dollars.

Tanya was astounded. She knew her mother was financially secure but had no idea that Ayisha was truly wealthy. They hadn’t lived extravagantly at all. In fact, Tanya’s mother, though certainly not a skinflint, lived on the frugal side- -very conservative in things financial.

Ayisha bequeathed the house and 1 million dollars to Candy; the balance all fell to Tanya.

Despite the fact that Tanya was newly graduated from college, she was already making significant money from her job and partnership with her garment company benefactor. Her first year’s take was in the low six figures and future prospects were looking very good.

Tanya drove Candy back to the house- -now Candy’s house- -and settled down in the living room for some tea and a chat.

“You have a room here anytime, Tanya. You know that don’t you?” Candy was sincere. “It is hard to think of life without Ayisha but the thought of not having you visit is almost more than I can bear.”

“I know, Candy. I know.” Tanya said soothingly. “I will surely be by to visit but I have to get out on my own now. You understand?”

Candy nodded her head. “Of course. Of course….” Her voice trailed off.

“But there is something, Tanya. Something I need to do now. Something I’ve never done before.” Candy began to sound very serious. “I hope you will understand.”

Candy stood up and began undressing. She slipped her bare feet out of her shoes, unzipped her slacks and let them drop to the floor, and unbuttoned her blouse letting it fall off of her arms. Tanya had seen Candy naked before but not in broad daylight and not in the living room. She stood there in her panties, showing off her small breasts and her tiny hard nipples- – very white, very slender, and very self-conscious.

“Tanya? You know I’m a lesbian.” Candy was subdued. “The closest I’ve gotten to a penis was when my lovers used a dildo on me. I’ve never had sex with a man, except for when you went down on me that time and…well…that seemed more like a girlfriend.”

This was leading somewhere, Tanya thought. She had a good idea what was to follow.

“Tanya? I want you to have sex with me like a man.” Candy came right out with it. “I want to suck your cock and I want you to fuck me with your cock. I’ve never wanted it that way before but with you I know different. I just know it.”

Candy pulled her panties down over her hips and legs and kicked them off onto the floor. As Candy stood there with her legs apart, Tanya could see Candy’s shaved vagina and knew that Candy’s penis like clitoris would be getting hard under its little hood. That made Tanya’s juices began to flow. She felt her cock getting hard under her clothes.

Candy reached out her hand and Tanya reached out to Candy. istanbul escort Their hands clasped and Candy pulled Tanya to her feet and lead her from the living room, down the hall, and into the bedroom.

Candy undressed Tanya as they stood by the bed. It didn’t take much undressing as Tanya was wearing only a loose fitting sundress, a bra, panties, and sandals. Those wound up in a pile on the floor in no time.

Candy stood back a little just admire Tanya’s naked body. Candy was an athlete and coached athletes- -mostly female- -so she had an eye for physical beauty. What she was saw was a tall woman with a well proportioned body, who trim and toned. Tanya’s skin was smooth and dark with no blemishes. Her breasts were wonderfully full and firm, her nipples small and taut, and her tummy was flat,. Her pubic area was trimmed but not shaved and sprouting from it was a perfectly formed penis that was beginning to get hard even as Candy gazed at it.

Candy nudged Tanya toward the bed until Tanya couldn’t move any farther back and wound up sitting down on the mattress. Her legs were apart and she leaned back supporting herself on her arms. Candy knelt down in front of Tanya positioning herself between Tanya’s legs all the while keeping her eyes fixed on Tanya’s now almost erect penis.

Candy reached out and touched the underside of Tanya’s cock with her right hand gently tracing her fingers up and down. It twitched as Candy did this and Tanya let out a soft sigh of pleasure. She circled the shaft with her fingers and lightly began to stroke it; the firm organ swelled even more as she did this. As she stroked, she tightened her grip so that she was almost milking it and noticed that there was a drop of clear liquid rising through the slit in the end. Candy looked up at Tanya who had guessed Candy’s silent question. Tanya nodded. Candy leaned her head forward and touched her tongue to the end of Tanya’s cock and transferred the little droplet to the end of her tongue. She paused for an instant and then drew her tongue into her mouth savoring the liquid as if it were a sip of liqueur.

“Mmmmm!” Candy murmured. “Tanya that is delicious, so delicate….”

Candy proceeded to put her lips against the engorged, shiny head of Tanya’s dick, gave it a kiss, and pressed her lips more firmly against it until it began to penetrate between her lips. At first, he only took the head between her lips but became braver as she became accustomed to the sensation of having a warm, firm cock in her mouth. She drew more and more of it into her until she could feel the tip pressing against the roof of her mouth near her soft pallet. She held it there exerting more suction until she heard Tanya sigh again. Then she started working the now slick member in and out between her lips as her tongue maintained contact with its underside. Tanya sighed some more- -louder and longer now.

Tanya reached down and put her hands on Candy’s shoulders guiding her to her feet. Tanya’s penis slipped out of Candy’s mouth and, as Candy was half way to her feet, Tanya leaned down and kissed Candy on the lips and held the kiss until Candy the were both fully upright. Tanya could feel Candy breathing hard and could faintly taste her own flavor on Candy’s lips.

Tanya turned the tables on Candy and leaned on her until Candy fell back on the bed. Tanya climbed up on the bed and positioned the now supine Candy so that her legs were apart and so that Tanya was between them with a clear view of Candy’s vagina. Tanya could see that it was already beginning to glisten with Candy’s natural lubrication. This exclusive lesbian was clearly turned on by her sexual encounter with a male organ.

Tanya leaned forward and pressed her lips against Candy’s pussy kissing it as if it were her mouth. She used her tongue to probe the slit between the puffy lips until she could taste the tang of Candy’s juices and then moved her tongue up until it was flicking against Candy’s prodigious clitoris. It was firm now and protruded from its hood. Tanya worked it with her tongue and lips sucking with greater and greater vigor as she sensed Candy’s increasing arousal. It was indeed like sucking on a little penis and Tanya relished that. Candy’s pussy was getting wetter and wetter and Tanya delighted in the citrus like flavor of her juices.

Candy’s hips began to undulate and Tanya recognized that it was now time for some good old fucking.

Tanya got to her knees, moved forward until the head of her cock was right up against Candy’s vagina. She looked down and saw Candy nodding her head in assent. Tanya pressed forward and gently but firmly inserted her cock in to Candy’s moist and ready pussy.

Candy’s body was lean and hard bakırköy escort but her vagina was not tight, as Tanya expected it to be; neither was it loose and sloppy. It was, in fact, a very good fit for Tanya and her cock moved in and out easily but produced a firm, pleasurable stimulation to her cock.

As she began fucking Candy in earnest, Candy responded as one might expect an athlete to respond- -with energy and passion. It seemed like a contest to see who could make whom come first.. Tanya knew she would win that one for she had developed the ability to restrain her orgasm until she chose the time. The fact that she wasn’t having her orgasm seemed to drive Candy wild. She fucked Tanya harder and harder adding amplitude to her undulations the longer she went.

At length, Candy let out a loud groan as she arched her back and as her pussy tightened around Tanya’s cock. She held that position for a full thirty seconds and then returned to her frantic fucking.

Tanya leaned forward and clasped Candy in her arms and rolled over so that Candy was on top.

Candy began to ride Tanya like a horse. Her arms were behind her head and her pussy was filled with Tanya’s cock as she bucked against Tanya’s firm tummy. Tanya could feel Candy’s clitoris as it brushed against her pubic hair as her stiff prick moved in and out and back and forth in Candy’s pussy. This drove Candy into even more of a frenzy until she cried out almost in pain, “OOHHHHH…Ohhhh…..OOOOOHHHHHH….fuck me harder….I’m gonna fuck you harder…..I’m gonna come again….oooohhhh….Ohhhh…..OOOOHHHHH!!”

Candy came again even to the point where Tanya could feel her secretions drip from her pussy on the Tanya’s abdomen and scrotum. It wasn’t a flood but it was certainly a noticeable discharge. Tanya could smell it and the fragrance was indeed fruity, citrus-like. Tanya reached up, put her hands under Candy’s armpits, and pulled Candy off of her cock. Tanya moved Candy’s body up until Candy’s pussy was up against her lips so that Tanya could suck and lick her lady cum. It seemed to Tanya that Candy had another orgasm as Tanya’s tongue was in side her. Candy’s body tensed, her thighs quivered, and her pussy tightened around Tanya’s tongue.

Breathless, Candy said, “Tanya. I want YOUR cum. I want to taste YOU! Cum for me NOW!”

With that, Candy left her position astride Tanya’s chest, turned around, and headed straight for Tanya’s still erect penis. She almost swallowed it whole. She massaged its shaft as she bobbed her head up and down trying to suck the life out of it. Tanya could hear Candy moaning with pleasure.

Finally, Tanya knew that she had to give in and let herself come for Candy. It would be a crime not to.

“Candy? I’m going to cum now.” Tanya tried to sound excited an enthusiastic. “But I’m going to cum in your mouth. Do you want that?”

She could hear a grunt of assent from Candy, she let loose her load into Candy’s mouth just at the point where Candy was on an “upstroke”. Candy held her head still as Tanya’s semen flowed across her tongue and filled up her mouth. She didn’t move until Tanya’s cock had finished its spasms then she pulled her head back allowing Tanya’s cock to slip past her lips. She raised her head and conspicuously swallowed Tanya’s load, licking her lips afterward. Tanya could see that Candy’s eyes were glistening with pleasure.

Candy pitched forward and pressed herself against Tanya’s body, snuggling herself close. Tanya turned her head and gently kissed Candy on the lips. Candy responded by turning it into a full-blown french kiss, thrusting her tongue deep in to Tanya’s mouth. Tanya could taste her own cum on Candy’s tongue. Tanya had to admit that it was delicious. She only hoped that Candy’a cum that was still on Tanya’s lips tasted as good to her.

They lay next to each other and drifted off to sleep.

It was dark when Tanya awoke. She got up without disturbing Candy, dressed, and packed her suitcase. She considered awakening Candy before she left but didn’t. She thought that leaving Candy with the memory of a fantastic orgasm was sufficient.

She did, however, leave a note for her:

Candy.

Thank you for being so wonderful with my mother these past few years, especially during the difficult times with her illness. And, thank you for being such a good friend and lover to me.

This is your house now. Ayisha wanted you to have it and it is one of the fruits of your love for each other.

I hope I am welcome back to visit. In the meantime, feel free to pack up my things and store them. I will send for them when I get a suitable place.

I will always have only good thoughts for you and best wishes for your future happiness.

Love…….Tanya…..

Tanya drove away knowing that an entirely new chapter in her life was opening. She was excited and unafraid.

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To Be Continued

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Author’s Note

Chapters 12 through 17 are the final chapters to “Donna’s Ultra High Heels – Book 2” and will be sequentially submitted in both the Fetish and BDSM categories in the following order: Chapters 12, 14 and 17 in the Fetish category and chapters 13, 15, and 16 in the BDSM category.

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Chapter 16

After about a total of twenty minutes after first leaving the den, the women filed back in and stood in the order that Paul instructed. Since Susan had only felt comfortable with a maximum of 5-5/8 inch heels, she was especially careful as she walked in the 6 inch heels she brought with her to help in her ultra-high heel training. She had just recently started practicing wearing them at home in order to gain more confidence in that ultra high heel height. The order of the group ranged from Donna being number one to Linda as number nine. The men quickly moved behind their respective partners’ as Paul started to explain the entire process to the women. The men then began the progression of lacing on the posture collars and tightening the wrist and elbow straps as previously instructed by Paul.

As he told the guys earlier, Paul said that starting in numerical order; the bound girls would first individually parade in front of the nine men and show off their nipples to their fullest extent by displaying them to each man. He said that they could not touch any of the men and the men wouldn’t be allowed to touch the girls. They would be judged by all the guys, except him, to determine who put on the best show by ranking them on a scale of 1 to 10. All the scores wound averaged for each contestant and the one with the highest average would be the winner. All the winners for the various categories would be announced at dinner tonight along with the winners of the sweater girl competition.

Being number 1, Donna started first and wantonly pranced and wiggled her obviously long nipples in front of all the men. She had on the required outfit with the white sweater, short white pencil skirt, black suede four inch wide belt, black seamed stockings and garter belt, and matching black suede opera pumps with needle toes and 6 inch stiletto heels. It was hard to tell how long her nipples were since only the last half inch of the tips were tenting the sweater material, threatening to rip through it at any moment. Because of her ballet and extensive ultra high heel training, she also showed off by performing most of her act on the toes of her 6 inch stilettos leaving the heels off the floor and vertically arching her insteps. Actually, much of the time they were even arched past the vertical!

Each of the contestants performed in front the guys to their delight. They all seemed to have longer than normal nipples, but in Gina’s case, what was most notable was the large diameter of her nipples as they strained against the sweater material. Ken estimated that they must be well over five eights of an inch thick, which was larger than he had previously thought when he had seen them tenting her cone bra in the previous competition! Also, it was obvious that Lisa had some large globular shaped breasts since her sweater was molded to the top of her rounded protuberances unlike most of the others where the material did not sag or be pushed up before reaching the outer tips of their nipples.

The final contestant was Linda who essentially just strutted in front of the group of eight men and then back causing her taught nipples to jiggle sexily under the tight sweater before assuming her place in line. Donna thought to herself that was certainly a classy performance which made her feel a little embarrassed about her wanton nipple displaying routine. The men wrote their scores on the section of the score sheet pertaining to this part of contest for the nine contestants while Paul continued explaining the nest phase of the competition.

He announced to the women that after the guys had strapped their ankles and leg above the knees, the men would be drawing numbers from a hat to determine who would be their temporary partner in providing nipple play to fully arouse there nipples for the measurement process! There was an audible gasp from most of the women, but by that time, the guys had already had their ankles strapped together and were now tightening the strap that circled their legs above their knees, so they now had little physical control in the matter!

He continued by saying that they would be blindfolded so that they wouldn’t know who their temporary partner was going to be during the measuring procedure. The men then began blindfolding the girls leaving them totally in the dark while Paul announced that the nipple play would consist of both fondling and oral stimulation. He didn’t mention anything about the aerosol skin sensitizer at this point. Paul did note that if any of the women could have an orgasm by nipple stimulation, they were to say the word “Now” to indicate they were on the bayrampaşa escort brink of one and their partner was to stop the stimulation and start the measuring process. He also explained in detail as he had with the men, that after their nipples and areolas had been measured, they all would have unique clamps applied to their nipples before their sweaters were re-buttoned. After that they would all be measured for the hour glass figure portion of the contest and would be compared to those same measurements made earlier during the cone bra portion of the sweater girl competition.

The men then moved around to the front of the group, giving the impression that they were going to draw numbers to see who would be the temporary nipple stimulator of each trussed up contestant! All the women squirmed in their bondage as they tried to reconcile in their own mind what was about to happen to them in this surprise turn of events! Some, of the newer members, had assumed that they would be attended to by their husband or significant other, and the thought of having another man do the honors had never occurred to them. In Donna’s case, the revelation struck two cords in her thought process. First, her jealously side kicked in as she realized that Ken would be fondling and toughing someone else’s nipples besides her own. Second, the thought of someone other than Ken working over her nipples and areolas did send a thrilling spark though her body that actually raised her arousal level up another notch even though she tried to repress that thought!

The guys did a good job of faking the drawing procedure by individually walking around to a central location in front of the women and acting as though they were drawing numbers out of a hat. They actually went through the process of tearing some paper into pieces and acted as though they had written numbers on them before going through with the drawing itself. Then Paul said that everyone, including himself, was to stand in front of their temporary partner and he would give the signal to start the nipple arousal procedure followed by the measuring procedure. Actually, they all went to their real significant other and stood as directed in front them. Since all the men had participated in drinking some bourbon before the girls came into the room, they wouldn’t be able to detect their real mate by smell of his breath since they all smelled alike. In addition the men had all been told not to use cologne that day.

Paul gave the signal and all the men started to unbutton their partner’s sweater and then pull it aside which let their areolas and nipples to spring free of that cloth restraint! Donna felt the cool air on her nipples and together with her embarrassment of being attended to by someone other than Ken, caused her face to flush red and her world class nipples to lengthen and harden simultaneously! Ken reached out and took her nipples in each hand gave them a rather hard squeeze which was not his usual style of nipple foreplay since he was always much gentler. That act took Donna by surprise and confirmed that it was someone besides Ken manipulating her nipples. It did have an effect on her however, and she felt it contributing to her continual rising arousal, but she did not try to resist his further rough nipple play since it would be useless in her bound up condition!

Ken continued his rougher than normal treatment of Donna’s nipples before bending over and taking her left nipple in his mouth and started biting down hard on it in a pattern from base to close to the tip. Dona experienced some, but not unbearable, pain as Ken tried to disguise who he was by the rougher oral nipple treatment. Donna, again knew it wasn’t Ken, but she also had the same reaction as with the pinching, causing her arousal to ratchet up another notch! He performed the same nipple play on her right nipple with the same reaction. At this point, Donna felt as if her whole being was centered on her acing, but hyper-aroused nipples!

Ken pulled his mouth away from her right nipple and knelt down and with his left hand, lifted her short skirt high enough to expose the lower part on Donna’s bikini panties and quickly, before she realized what was happening, took two fingers of his right hand and scooped some of her vaginal fluid from the inside of the panty absorber, before pulling her skirt back down! He didn’t even bother with the stocking straightening routine since he thought the sudden advancement on her vaginal area would be a bigger shock than a slower approach.

It all happened so fast that Donna had no chance to resist even if she wasn’t secured by the four straps. Before she could react to that action, she felt his fingers on her left nipple applying her body fluid and coating the entire morsel itself. She was so stunned by this that Ken had time to do the same thing to her right nipple. After a few seconds had passed and Donna realized what had just happened, in turn escort bayan istanbul causing blood to rush to her flushed face, and she almost fainted with embarrassment since she still thought that it wasn’t Ken performing these ministrations!

Ken then continued to pinch and roughly play with her nipples which was a new experience for Donna since he had always been so gentle with them in the past. Even though Donna hadn’t experience this rougher treatment before, she was still inexplicably becoming more sexually aroused and if whoever was performing this treatment of her nipples kept it up much longer, she could sense that it could result in her having and orgasm!

Suddenly, Ken stopped and took his fingers away from her nipples and she could hear him rustling around in what sounded like the bag that she had noticed that he had retrieved the four leather straps from when they first re-entered the room. In a few seconds Donna felt a cold spray envelope her left areola and nipple. Likewise, she felt the same thing on her right breast tip, both of which sent electric shockwaves directly to her clitoris causing her to flinch and verbally moan! Donna had no idea what the spray was until after a few more seconds when she could feel some heat growing in both her areolas and nipples while they seemed to become even much more sensitive than they already were!

Ken waited for a few more second as the skin sensitizer and heating spray could take full effect before he started to firmly squeeze and massage both Donna’s nipples as she began to moan and squirm with her arms and legs strapped in place.

He then started to roughly touch her now hyper-sensitive nipple tips, almost bringing her to the brink of an orgasm before she screamed the word, “Now”!

Ken stopped the nipple play and she felt a cold metal object on her left nipple that she presumed to be some sort of a measuring device touching both her areola and nipple in various places. Next, Donna experienced the same thing on her right areola and nipple before feeling something else on left and then her right breasts tips that she found out later was the color chart that the men were to correlate to both their partner’s nipples and areolas. During the measuring process Donna heard the sounds of several aerosol spray cans being used followed by moans and groans from the affected women. Shortly thereafter, she heard a least two “Now” words used!

Her attention quickly shifted back to her nipples as she felt the clamps being applied to her swollen left and right nipple as previously explained by Paul. Ken tightened the spring loaded nipples clamps so that they were firmly compressed, but not enough to cause significant pain or loss of blood flow. Donna certainly felt their presence but it was not an unpleasant feeling. Next, Ken re-buttoned her sweater, loosened her belt, tucked the sweater in so that stretched tightly over her exposed nipple tips, and cinched the belt to one notch tighter as instructed by Paul. Donna had to exhale for him to tighten the belt as instructed.

She felt Ken stretch the tape measure around her hips, then around her waist, and finally over her breasts taking the proper figure measurements. Just prior to when Ken took her bust line measurement, he purposely pinched her nipple tips through the sweater material that were sticking out of the end of the clamps, and again that action shot lighten bolts directly to her clitoris! Donna thought to herself the temporary partner, whoever it was, had quickly found her most sensitive nipple or areola spot that was required by the rules of the contest. Donna did take some solace in the fact that that action caused her nipples to expand to their fullest extent and would give her an addition edge in that top side measurement! Ken wrote the required measurements on the form that he had been given and stood back waiting for the others to complete the measurements of their real significant other.

It took about five minutes more for the others to complete the process before Paul said it was time to remove the blindfolds and reveal the identity of their temporary partner. The men unbuckled the blindfold strap in the back but waited till they were all ready before simultaneously removing it from their partner’s face to the gasps of practically all the women who quickly realized that they had been duped into believing it was someone other than their real mate that had performed the intimate measurements! And as predicted by Paul, they all almost cried with relief as the men kissed and hugged their bound-up significant other!

Paul let everyone recover from the emotional moment before announcing the final phase of this competition which he explained to the girls what he had already told to the guy’s concerning their acting out a “Damsel in Distress” role for the group. The winners in this completion were the ones that put the most effort into struggling and/or taksim vip escort moaning as they stood in their strapped up condition. They would each have one minute to display their talents and all the men would again rate them in 1 to 10 and the highest average for struggling and moaning would be the winners, or he noted that there could be only one winner if she won both categories.

Paul further noted that each of them was going to be taped and panty gagged by their man for this part of the competition and that they had been told to bring a pair of soiled panties from their room to be used as the gag for this portion of the contest! There were gasps and murmurs from the women as they stared wide-eyed in disbelief at their man who would be doing the honors. Even Linda was not in on setting this portion of the contest rules and was also surprised at Paul’s announcement.

Paul gave the signal for them all to begin the gagging process and Ken removed the panty from his pants pocket that he had taken from Donna’s dirty laundry bag, stepped up to her, and meticulously waded it up to fit in her mouth as she stood nervously watching him in the latest turn of events. Without delay he asked her to open her mouth so he could stuff in the soiled panties. She reactively, but reluctantly complied and did as he requested. He began systematically stuffing the wadded up panty into her mouth as Donna first smelled and then tasted the remnants of her dried up body fluid. The taste became more intense due do her saliva reactivating the dried up vaginal juice! Donna had tasted her own juice before, but by being forced to do it in this manner, seemed much more erotic and surprisingly increased her arousal level up another notch!

After Ken had her mouth completely full, he took a five inch long piece of three inch wide of elastic medical tape and sealed it over her mouth securing the panty in place! Next he took the bright red lipstick and painted over the entire area of her upper and lower lips which were outlined under the white tape. The result was erotic and her face looked more natural even with the tape and panty gag!

There were several moans and groans from some of the women during the process, but after they all were properly gagged and applied with lipstick, they stood in the straight line ready for the next part of the contest. This time Paul said that they would go in reverse order, starting with number nine which was Linda, for the final “Damsel- in-Distress” part of the contest.

Paul continued and gave the signal for Linda to begin her audition for the most convincing, struggling, and gagged, “Damsel-in-Distress” performance. Linda then started to moan through the panty and tape gag as she struggled with her arms and legs securely bound by the leather straps. Because she was bound in this manner with her shoulders forced back because of the strap at her elbows as well as the posture collar, Donna was very limited in her forward movements. Her ankles and knees were strapped in place and prevented her to lean forward as she continued to give her struggling performance. That was because she wouldn’t be able to keep her balance in those 6 inch heels and could potentially fall straight forward, face first, to the floor! This fact would be the same for all the girls, so actually part of the contest would be hinged on how far could they lean forward while struggling without falling! The guys would be close enough to their partner to catch them if that happened, but not close enough to cause the girls to have enough confidence to purposely fall forward.

Linda continued to put a lot of effort into her struggling performance while moaning and attempting to yell help through the gag; that came out as a soft, “Haaaaeeeeeeeeeaa.” When Linda struggled with her chest pointed upward by the elbow strap and posture collar, her nipple tips and the forward part of the nipple clamps were clearly displayed beneath the tight sweater material adding to her erotic performance! She was, however, rather cautious with her forward leaning movements as Paul indicated that her time was up.

The men then wrote down their scores on their own sheet before the next woman, which was Lisa, began her routine. She essentially put about the same effort as Linda did in her previous act and showed off her big globular breasts and pointed nipples. The guys also jotted down their score before it was Gina’s time to perform. She seemed to put a little extra effort into act and went out of her way to make sure all the guys got a good look at her clamped extra thick nipples under the straining sweater! She was also limited in how far she could lean forward and struggle because of her 6 inch heels, but seemed to be able to slightly more than either Linda or Lisa had been able to stretch since she had flexed her knees and tended to squat down to help her balance.

One by one, all the other girls, with their clamped nipples, performed their ‘Damsel in Distress” adaptation before it was Donna’s turn. She paid careful attention to the other routines that the girls had performed and noticed the difficulty that most of them had in keeping their balance in those 6 inch heels when trying to lean forward while struggling.

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i must have dozed off. Next thing i knew my Master sat on me! It was quite memorable. He must have climbed over me as i slept. i awoke with His black leather clad ass right in front of my face! i giggled and said, “That’s quite a view there Sir,” and went to smack His smooth muscular butt.

But i couldn’t! Andrew had pinned my arms under His calves and all i could do was slap the outside of His thighs. Which i most certainly did!

“Oohhh let me up!!! Sir! W/we have to have breakfast!!!”

He somehow rocked from side to side and pulled hard at the silk bedsheet. i gasped as He exposed my body to the cool air. i struggled fruitlesly and continued to beg Him to get off me. But Andrew knows when i can take more. One time He tickled me all over with a feather and i was giggling and squirming uncontrollably until He stopped. God the sex was amazing after that.

i was just about to beg Him not to tickle me again when He pulled open my thighs and squirted something warm all over my shaved pussy. When His fingers touched me and firmly began to massage it in, i knew it was oil. my conviction was soon confirmed as the heady aroma of patchouli and musk wafted through my senses.

i groaned as His fingers spread and coated me, opening and closing me and getting into every nook and cranny. i tried to put my feet flat on the bed to push my ass at His fingers but somehow He held me and tightened His grip. He had one of my legs hooked behind his shoulder, and i don’t know how He had the other one. All i could see was His ass… i wondered briefly if i could bite it!

God, i couldn’t even do that! When i tried, He deftly hooked His foot over my shoulder and pushed me back on the bed with a thud. i was breathing harder and started beating on His thighs again and squirming harder.

“Oh no you don’t you little vixen.” Andrew bit me on the inside of my thigh, right next to my pussy. i yelped and stopped beating on Him straight away! i still kept wriggling and protesting though, until He pushed something into me.

“Ohhh Sirrr… what are You doing?”

i wasn’t sure what it was at first. It was definitely plastic… or latex. He pushed it up inside me and i felt like i had a golfball inside me. Suddenly that thing started humming and i went nuts! i was bucking and trying to get free of His grip. my breath was so ragged and my muscles felt so hard and tense. But i couldn’t move! Then, oh my god! He started swirling His thick long tongue around my clit and He started slapping my ass. Oh my god!!! i heard His muffled voice cursing that there was no room, but god the smacks were just right, and right over my asshole too!

Then i heard a click and that buzzing ball inside me shot up a notch. i thought i was going to cum straight away! But to cum i need to thrash about and flex my body. i was going mad and my ass was starting to smart. i really needed to buck my hips!

i did the next best thing and moaned really loud!

“Oooooooooohhhhhh….”

Then click! and that maddening ball took off again to new heights! The vibrations were so hard they came right through my pussy walls and attacked my clit. The same clit my Master had taken between His teeth and was gently crushing! It was too much and i grunted twice then my body spasmed and my hips jerked at my Master’s mouth. my pubic bone banged into His face and He rolled off me. Suddenly i was free and i flew! i was cumming so hard! my hands covered my crotch and my thighs closed around them. i bucked my hips and straightened my legs alternately. my eyes rolled back in my head and i screamed out in pleasure!

“Aahhhhhhhhhhh jesssuuussssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!! Ohh fuck ohh fuckk fuckkkk yessssssssssssss…..”

i still had shocks going through my body but my thighs slowly relaxed as my Master adjusted down the controls of His new toy.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmm thankyou Sirrrr…. mmmmmmmmmmm…” i grinned and fell back onto the bed spent. i scratched the back of His arm lightly. He was sitting on the side of the bed facing away from Me. He turned toward me and He was holding His mouth. He took His hand away and oh wow what a nice fat lip! i must have a very firm pubic bone!!

“Oh my god! Sir?!!! Did i do that??? Oh i’m so sorry!”

“Shhhh, it was not intentional. I never knew you had such strength possum!” When He grinned at me He said “Owww!” and His hand went to His mouth. i pulled myself upright and kissed His fat lip softly.

“Just for that you will be wearing these until I say otherwise possum.” He held out His hand and smiled at me.

“Mmmm thankyou Sir.” i replied as i immediately recognised my Ben Wah Balls held in His hand.

“Take the Egg out first pet,” He winked.

He handed the Balls to me and W/we both watched as i slid the Egg out with a pop and handed it to Him.

“W/we’ll be having lot’s of fun with this toy pet.” He cleaned the Egg with the towel He had wiped Hs hands on and put it in His pocket.

“Oh yes, i can just imagine Sir!”

i laid back and slid one Ben Wah into me then the other. He passed me the towel çapa escort and i cleaned myself up a bit.

“All done Sir!”

“Not yet pet…”

“Yes Sir?”

“How about putting on your bikini bottoms, the high cut ones and a nice tight tshirt – you can pick it out.”

“I know just which one Sir!” i giggled and bounced around like a schoolgirl. i love dressing up for Andrew, and it’s soooo easy. One thing i *don’t* miss, is trying to decide what to wear… and how many women could say their men know every garment they own? Not many i bet!

In moments i was ready to face Sunday morning pastries in the backyard.

“Good girl! Let’s go eat!”

“Yes Sir!” i replied military fashion and W/we smiled at each other.

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Andrew had passed me the television guide and i was reading some rubbish about Harrison Ford. i really love being outside. Most of the time Andrew lets me sit with Him at the setting. He tells me to get my outdoor cushion if He wants me kneeling. Today i was sitting with Him and it was nice. i wondered if that was alright…

“Sir?”

“Yes pet?”

“May i speak formally with You please Sir?”

“Go ahead dominique…”

“Well, um, your pet has a confession to make Sir.”

“Can it not wait dominique? you know W/we are expecting guests.”

“Well um Sir… yes Sir, of course it can.”

” ‘Yes Sir’ would be fine dominique, unless your confession is urgent.” Maybe it wasn’t a good time.

“No Sir, honestly, it can wait. This girl just wanted to forewarn you Sir.”

“Alright, W/we’ll talk about it once Paul and Lydia have left pet…”

“Paul and Lydia Sir?” i blushed… i was hoping to have Andrew’s AND Paul’s attention!

“Speak openly pet.” Andrew was onto it.

“Well i was just wondering who Lydia might be Sir, i have not heard You mention her before.”

Andrew nodded. “Paul met her at a bash recently, apparently T/they hit it off quite well.”

“Will W/we be expecting T/them soon Sir?”

“Yes, pet… T/they should be here shortly.”

There was a pause, god, so many questions! i could hardly contain myself!

“Would You say T/they are an item Sir?”

“Not that it has anything to do with U/us pet, but yes I believe so.”

“Well He certainly deserves a good submissive Sir, He is a very good Dom.”

Andrew’s eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “And what makes you say that dominique?”

It’s funny how Andrew telegraphs His displeasure with me, like a warning. Why can’t i just shut up?

“Well Sir, just Him being a good Friend of Yours and..”

“And?”

“Well i just think He deserves someone who can make Him happy Sir.” i was pleased with what i said.

“Oh really…”

“Um, yes Sir, and i um.. i think it would be nice to have a subby friend who lives a bit closer than gigi Sir.”

“Ahh I see…”

“It’s just that, well, sometimes it gets a bit quiet and lonely when You are overseas on business Sir, and i would dearly love to have a friend, a close friend, in whom i could confide…”

“Confide?”

“Yes Sir, You know what I mean, like a girlfriend i could go shopping with or..”

“dominique…” He interrupted.

“Um… yes Sir?”

“Don’t say “You know what I mean.” I don’t know what you mean. And furthermore I wouldn’t ask if I did. “

“i’m sorry Sir, i just meant..”

“you meant you wanted a friend to talk to, to chat with, to share gossip with… am I right?”

“Well, yes Sir, i suppose so,” i smiled hopefully.

“Somehow I don’t think Lydia would fit the bill pet. And in any case, what makes you think I would condone such a friendship?”

“Sorry Sir?”

“Do you honestly think that a bunch of subbies sitting around drinking cocktails and sharing intimate details of their relationships is part of this Life pet?”

“All i meant was..” i was getting tied up in knots, too many thoughts at once.

“This time I know what you meant pet. you would like Paul to have someone. A submissive someone who will bring Him the pleasure you think He deserves.”

“Umm.. Yes, Sir.”

“And you think you would like this because additionally you might have a friend who you can share your feelings and secrets with, someone to talk to.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you find O/our communication to be inadequate dominique?”

“Oh gosh… No Sir! Definitely not.”

“Then I suppose I am wondering why you believe you need someone in this role in your life pet.”

“It’s not that I *need* someone Sir. Not at all. Just that I would *like* it… that’s all.”

“Hmmm… Alright well, I’ll think about it… Perhaps you should have asked Me first pet.”

What had come over me? What i was *actually* thinking was “god, i’m getting so horny. Who is Lydia? Oh i can’t wait to see Paul!” Instead all i did was blush fiercely and tip my eyes to the ground right in front of me.

“Yes, Sir. i’m so sorry Sir.”

“W/we’ll talk about this later too.”

“Yes, Sir.” And istanbul escort bayan i took my own advice and shut up.

Andrew went back to reading His newspaper.

i returned to sipping my coffee and thinking quietly. It was mid-morning. A beautiful morning.

“Oh and pet…”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Lydia is not a submissive…”

“Really Sir???” Gosh. More questions.

Paul is One of Those that has free reign over me. He has permission from my Master to use me in any way in which my Master normally would. That is the rule. He is in effect a surrogate Master. i do as He says, just as i would for Andrew. It pleases my Master for me to treat Paul in this way. To be truthful, i like submitting to Him. i smile and blush when i think about it. He is a bit of a wild lover. And not mean like Dean.

While i’m on the subject, Dean is the other One. There will be Others. i am not too keen on the idea. It sends waves of fear with only hints of pleasure through me. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck prickle. i will do it though. But it’s been three weeks since W/we went to the cabin and there has been nothing mentioned so i don’t think it will be very often.

“possum?”

“Yes, Sir?” i smiled… i love it when He calls me that…

“Be a good girl and go up to the house. Check that the beers are cold enough. If they are not, then put a couple in the freezer. Also, make up a batch of margueritas pet. Keep them chilled… in fact, I’ll come with you and get the steaks. C’mon, let’s get this show on the road.”

Andrew took my hand and W/we walked up to the house like young lovers. i wondered if i was going to need my cushion after Paul and Lydia arrived…

“Sir, will i bring my cushion down to the barbeque when W/we return?… i mean if Lydia isn’t a sub will i be needing one Sir?”

“Oh yes you will certainly need one possum.”

“um.. yes Sir.” i bit my lip. i didn’t know how i felt about ‘coming out’ with a vanilla person. She might ask all kinds of silly questions like, “What are you doing kneeling on the ground dominique, there’s a chair right here!” i giggled to myself, thinking it would be fun to be the shocking one, rather than the shocked one for a change.

“What’s so funny?” asked my Master.

“Well, i think i am in a good mood Sir, i was thinking about how fun it will be to see Paul again Sir… and then i was thinking it might be embarrassing to be the only one kneeling…” i giggled again! “But then i was thinking i would like to see the look on Lydia’s face when she sees me kneel in front of you Sir! Or in front of Paul!”

Andrew cracked up. “Oh and I’m sure she will possum!” He whacked me on the butt. A playful smack but maybe a touch hard. Maybe i was just imagining it. Anyway it made me grab my ass and pout! Andrew roared with laughter as He walked down the hall to the cellar door. In between fits of mirth He managed to tell me He’d get the beers organised.

“Oh and dominique…” He turned at the door to face me.

“Yes Sir?”

“I hope those Balls aren’t bothering you…”

“Oh no Sir, i… oh dear!” I looked down and was quite mortified that my bikini bottoms were sodden with my juices.

“Drinks first dominique,” Andrew said simply.

i passed the mirror on the wall, the same one i had turned to on the first night alone with Paul. i stopped in my tracks and turned to face the mirror. What was i doing! i look like a wreck! Jesus T/they could be here at any minute! i’ve got to get changed and do my hair and …

DING!! DONG!!

“COULD YOU LET THEM IN POSSUM?” Andrew yelled from the basement.

“YES SIR!” i yelled back before realising it. Oh my god oh my god. T/they can’t already be here, quick think. It will be alright i’ll think of something.

i unlatched the front door and opened it wide, and the sun streamed in behind O/our guests.

“Welcome welcome, please come in, come in….” i bowed a little and squinted up into the shadowed faces.

“Oh dominique, you look lovely, do you mind if I just stay here for a moment and admire you?”

i blushed fiercely and tried to see what Paul’s expression was.

“You tease me Sir! W/we were just out taking some sun and enjoying the morning and time got away Sir!”

“It’s alright dominique, you don’t have to explain.” i blushed more and tried to relax.

“i’m terribly sorry… You just caught me by surprise Sir… and this must be Lydia Sir…” i turned to her. “i am very pleased to meet you Lydia.” i smiled brightly.

“And I am pleased to meet you too dominique, you are just as adorable as Paul described.”

“Well um… thankyou Lydia.” i blushed even harder. How had Paul described me?

“Go freshen up dominique, I can handle the drinks.”

i was so relieved. i gave Paul my biggest smile. i flicked my eyes over to Lydia and looked into the deepest brown eyes i had ever seen. She was lovely. She looked a bit like me actually. Dark hair. Light skinned. Slim, attractive. i was thinking she might be thirty. Goodness.

“Oh güngören escort thankyou Sir. i won’t be a minute.” i replied truthfully.

i ran up the stairs to my changing room, slipped on a clean bikini bottom and threw a wrap around my hips. i can’t believe i met them at the door in a tshirt and stained bikini bottoms. i bet Andrew didn’t tell me when T/they were arriving on purpose. Oh He can be so mean!

I quickly put on some lippy and some mascara. i ran a brush through my hair as quick as i could. i came rushing down the stairs again and almost barrelled over my Master!

“Oh my god! Sorry Sir!”

“It’s alright pet, no harm done… I take it Paul took over the drinks?”

“Oh yes Sir, i wouldn’t have changed without permission Sir.”

Andrew offered me His elbow and i slinked my hand around it gratefully. i reached up and kissed His cheek. “Did i ever tell you how wonderful You are to me?” i asked.

“Sweet possum. you can tell Me later.” He winked at me.

i grinned back and W/we walked arm in arm into the bar area.

“Welcome back dominique,” Paul greeted me, “Andrew was just telling U/us how much of a good time was had by A/all up at Dean’s cabin a few weekends back.”

“It was certainly an eye-opener Sir, i learned a lot up there.”

“Glad to hear it, I was thinking about taking you back up there with Me sometime.” Paul winked at Andrew!

i blushed, and looked at Lydia, seeking… something!

“It’s alright dominique, I know Paul is fond of you, and has certain… let’s say “rights” over you,” she said before continuing, ” I don’t mind, as long as you don’t get in my way.”

“Oooooooo!” said the Men in unison!

i had the distinct impression S/someone wasn’t telling me something! Lydia came towards me and i held my breath. She handed me a marguerita and chirped, “Drink up! The day is young!”

The Men laughed and W/we all smiled and clinked glasses and drank.

I noticed Paul pull Andrew aside and They were talking business or something. i was still smiling at Lydia when she leaned into me.

“W/we will have to have a talk later…”

“Yes Lydia,” Damn my automatic submissive response!

“That’s Miss Lydia dominique.”

“Yes Miss Lydia.”

She stood back from me and smiled at me over Her glass as She sipped from it. God. So what does this all mean? Doesn’t Dom/me go with sub and sub with Dom/me? i didn’t know Dom could go with Domme… the image of Lydia whipping Paul formed itself in my brain. That can’t be right. It couldn’t be…

Andrew turned to me.

“So pet, do you think W/we should adjourn outside and enjoy the sun?”

“Definitely Sir! It’ a beautful day, and it would be a shame to not take advantage of it.”

“Well said!” Paul agreed.

W/we all looked at Lydia.

“Let’s go then, lead the way dominique!” It was like She knew what to say.

It was a bit disconcerting leading them outside. i had the feeling They were talking behind my back. Where was this going, and why do i always feel so far out of my depth? i really had to get a moment alone with Andrew…

Lunch was delicious. The steaks never better, and none of my special salad was left. i was also seated at the table.

“Mmmmmm…. this is delicious Andrew!” Lydia was being effusive. Paul agreed.

“You are welcome to the best My house has to offer Lydia.” She had obviously received Andrew’s blessing.

“Thankyou kind Sir,” She replied and batted Her eyelids at my Master. i was getting so confused…

Who was this woman, or Woman, that i am supposed to respect? No-one has told me anything! Who does She think She is? i gasped at my abject lack of grace. Who am i to even think about such things! Where is my grounding… why do i feel so inadequate around O/others in the Lifestyle? i have so much to learn…

W/we were finishing O/our lunch and i was going to tidy up.

“dominique leave that til later… be a dear and refresh My drink for Me please.” i flicked my eyes across to my Master who nodded at me.

“Yes Miss Lydia…”

While i was up pouring Lydia a new drink i could hear Them talking. Why do i feel so left out? Why do i feel the need to be ‘in the loop’? Is it a hangover from my vanilla days? What do i do if She wants me… here… now… And damn these goddamned Balls! They’re making me weak kneed! i must concentrate.

“Mmmmm… thankyou dominique, you certainly make a lovely marguerita…”

“Thankyou Miss Lydia, i always try to do my best…”

“Yes… yes… I tend to agree…”

Lydia turned to my Master and addressed Him directly.

“May I speak frankly to Your submissive Andrew?”

“Most certainly… of course Lydia…W/we are all F/friends here…”

She turned back to me and i felt like i was in the spotlight, like a rabbit caught in headlights…

“dominique… are you always so informal with guests?”

Goodness… informal? That’s bad right???

“No Miss Lydia, i just thought W/we were ha…”

“Yes having fun, yes, I know…” i looked quickly at Paul, He just sat there grinning at me. “I was wondering if you usually sit at the table actually…”

“i always carry out my Master’s wishes Miss.”

“Ah, ok… and tell Me, do you feel… comfortable… sitting at the table with Us?”

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Second Part of Suspected Affair

After confirming my suspicions, I was looking forward to seeing what was next with a hot wife and a pair of handsome twins. Actually though, from what Maxwell said, they all were looking forward to bringing me out of the proverbial closet and see what is next for their new sissy.

Maxwell had said “We should go meet Heather and Marcus.” I don’t know why but I shivered when he said their names together, it sounded like a couple. I cleaned up and freshened my lipstick admiring how sexy I looked and relishing in how slutty I felt. I put on sheer flowing black lace dress that left little to the imagination of my under garments. The dress was accented with big poofey sleeve at the upper arm and wide frilly cuffs. There was a long slit up the front of my right leg that exposed my sexy boots as I walked. I grabbed one of my wife’s little clutch purses and put my lipstick, gloss and powder in it and grabbed my long white e-cig. Next my handsome man grabbed the leash and clipped one end to my choker and we left.

Maxwell led me to his car with my sexy heels clicking on the sidewalk as we walked. A mild fear washed over me as I realized her I was going out in public dressed in women’s clothes for the time, (well there was those few Halloweens) with a man I had never met before today, going to who knows where. Yet I was feeling fantabulous and hornier than hell. Maxwell pulled me tight to his firm body with the chain and kissed me before he helped me into the exotic sports car and as he walked around I caressed my breasts with my right hand as I held my sexy e-cig and rubbed my hard encased cock with the other.

When my lover got in and drove away I reached over and placed my glove clad hand with those long sexy talons on his thigh. I caressed and worked my hand to his hardening cock. He said “You may cause us to crash you distract me too much.” I asked if I should stop and he added “Hell no slut.” So I undid his pants and released his big hard cock. I stoked it a few times before turning and bending down to kiss it a few times before devouring it again. I can’t believe how natural this felt and I hoped that since heather was getting her carnal needs met she might keep me dressed up and allow me to be the sissy maid of the house and her girlfriend to talk all about slutty clothes and heels and sexy hunks and have her cuckold me.

Well it was about a 30 minute drive and we arrived in front of a large contemporary mansion. Maxwell assisted me in getting out of the car as it was quite low. He again put his strong arm around my waist as if we were a couple. Oh, shit, the evening could end right now and I would be happy but I knew there was so much more coming.

Maxwell led me by the through the impressive house by my leash to a large room he called the playroom. It is what I could only describe as a sex dungeon. There were two stripper poles and bondage devices and shelves of toys including dildos and plugs and well you name it they probably had here. And in the middle was a huge bed and sprawled on the bed was my gorgeous wife.

She was dressed like I had always fantasied her to be but could not get her to. A hot pink satin and black lace corset, it shaped her body nicely. Next a pair of seamed black stockings encased her legs and were attached to the garters of the corset, the matching pink satin panties were on the floor next to bed. Heather also had some real sexy shoes, well actually boots. Pink leather thigh high boots with 2″platforms and 6″ stiletto heels clad her long legs. Her makeup was exquisite with her eyes were dramatic with dark smoky shadow with deep burgundy highlights and long fluttery lashes that screamed a naughty girl. Her long hot pink nails and matching lipstick, which was quite smeared were also sexy.

Upon further inspection she was secured spread eagle and you could tell she had just been fucked like I never could do. She wouldn’t even let me tie her up. There was cum leaking from her cunt and she kağıthane escort was very satisfied as her post orgasm glow was evident. Yet the first thing she said was “Oh, god am I am glad you’re here Maxwell I need your big hard cock in me now. Your twin fucked me long and hard and made me cum twice but I am still horny as hell.” He looked at Marcus and got the go ahead telling me Heather was Marcus’ babe. Maxwell handed Marcus the leash and Marcus tugged it a bit leading me closer to him.

Then as Maxwell approached my vulnerable wife she turned to me and said. “Oh baby let me look at you.” as I approached her admiring her well fucked and submissive body she added “Shit girlfriend you look fucking hot.” Just about then Maxwell had his clothes off and Heather continued “Ooh and I see by the lipstick smears, you have been sucking Maxwell’ big hard cock. I am betting you are going to be one hot cock sucking sissy. Why don’t you try Marcus’ big cock, get him hard again, suck my pussy juice off it.” I could see traces of her hot pink lipstick all over it as well.

Marcus was lying next to her caressing her breasts tweaking her hard erect nipples and then he rolled to expose himself to me after she made the comment to me. He grabbed his soft cock in one hand and pulled the lease tighter and said “Here ya go slut, see if you can get me hard again.” I slithered down between Marcus’ legs and I reached up and grabbed his cock in my long nail accented glove clad hand. Marcus moaned softly as I leaned in and kissed the tip leaving my bright red lipstick print. Heather began to moan loudly as Maxwell pushed into her with his large cock.

Marcus was getting hard quickly as I licked and sucked his big cock. Soon Maxwell was jackhammering his big hard cock into my wife as she screamed in ecstasy. After several positions and like twenty minutes Maxwell was pumping a second load of cum into Heather and just about then Marcus released his second load of cum into my mouth just as his brother had done not too long ago. I still had not cum and was horny as hell. I think my wife sensed this tension and said “Oh, boys that was fabulous and I think our little sissy wants to cum, real bad.” Then she turned to me and kissed me and added “La’nette baby you need to save that for your sissy girlfriend when we get back here later.

After about ten minutes of resting we all got up. They all showered together and I freshened up and went to get them drinks, I am sure being their maid was part of my new role. After all were ready we headed out on a quest to find me a playmate since Heather had hers.

Upon entering the ‘alternative’ club Maxwell quickly defected from my side and joined Heather’s side. She released the leash from my collar. This left me unattached, pun intended, fear washed over me I quickly felt shark bait. Heather said “We may let you play with us once in a while but you need you own steady plaything and from what we have learned about you we all thought you would most enjoy someone like yourself, a slutty sissy. No pussy for you except mine, only cocks, well if they got tits that’s ok. So let’s see who is attracted to La’nette and find out who you might be attracted to.”

The three of them got quite frisky with each and I strutted off to find, well, I am not sure what or who. I really enjoyed the brief time with Maxwell his cock was great, but Heather might be right, someone like me might be the best way to go. I will be watching mistress and her hunky studs making love to her so a soft sexily dressed sissy that I can get that lesbian fantasy aspect enacted yet have some hard cock as well.

I strutted around the club and danced a bit and scoped out all the luscious CDer’s and transvestites and some sexy shemales. I had several criteria they had to meet before I would invest the time. First, full pouty painted lips, either bright shiny or dark matte lipstick was preferable. Second was long painted fingernails, I usually liked them to match the elit escort istanbul lipstick. Next item was long fluttery eye lashes with exotic eye shadow either in wild colors or a dark and smoky theme. And fourth item, they had to be rocking some sky high slutty heels.

After about 45 minutes of drooling over the sexy creatures and admiring the sexy even slutty outfits I had went to powder my nose as they say. I ran many fantasies thru my dirty mind and weeded out some prospects. As I returned from the ladies room where I freshened up my lipstick. I saw him, err her. She was so beautiful, checked off all my boxes. Blue leather thigh high boots with 3″ platforms and 6″ stiletto heels also black laces up the back which matched the laces of her corset. It was powdered blue satin with black lace trim and shaped her body so nicely. The corset also gave her some magnificent cleavage, obviously real tits. A very short blue skirt did not hide the tops of her blue fishnet stockings. Long lycra fingerless gloves clad her arms and allowed her very long bright blue sparkly nail to shine. Shine just like her full lips heavily painted a deep dark matte blue. Gradient blue eyeshadow highlighted her eyes as those ultra-sexy long lashes batted sexily at me as I stared at her.

Holly was her name. We talked, danced and caressed each other. She laced her hand accented by long sexy nails on my stocking clad thigh as I shared with her my new situation and that I was hoping to find a lover and girlfriend that may extend a long term. She leaned in and kissed me tenderly. It was one of the most extraordinary moments of my life as her full painted lips touched mine and our sensuous lipsticks started to co-mingle. Oh, my gosh two women kissing is probably the most erotic thing I can think of, well now the one exception, me being one of the women.

As our kiss grew in intensity and passion her hand slid up my thigh pausing at my garter clips before continuing to my satin covered hard cock. I hesitantly broke our kiss and ask this gorgeous creature “Does this mean you are interested in seeing were this might lead?” Holly put her hand behind my head and firmly pulled me into her and kissed me long and hard. She caressed my tits briefly and I moaned before she paused. I added “I will take that as a yes, oh baby this is gonna be so much fun.” I reached up and cupped her breast and then ran my finger in between her tits and flicked her hard nipple with my long nail then slowly and sensuously trailed it down her abdomen and asked. “Oh, I am sorry but with beautiful breasts like these I need to ask what do you have down…” I paused as my hand found the answer. A hard satin covered cock. Continuing “Never mind I found what I was hoping to find. My mistress said I wasn’t allowed to bring home and stray pussy but you are definitely not a stray.”

We kissed again before we walked holding hands back to my wife’s table were the wonder twins were feeling her up and fingering her pussy. Her eyes were closed head back and writhing in pleasure. Maxwell noticed us approaching and said “Hey guys Looks like our little sissy slut has found a friend.” Heather slowly opened her eyes and scanned Holly and said “Oh, La’nette baby, she is gorgeous! Is she a she or just an exquisite representation that has a bit extra?”

I embarrassingly responded “The latter mistress. She is exquisite and definitely has something extra.” As I said this Heather handed Holly the leash accepted it with a big smile. Holly attached it to my collar and indicated she was ready to go. We all got up and headed out. Marcus and Maxwell flanked my wife and Holly led me by the leash. We went back to Marcus’ place. The four of them sat in the living room while I got drinks for them and Maxwell started a video of he and Marcus seducing then fucking my wife.

When I got back with drinks Holly was on knees in front of Marcus and Maxwell sucking their big cocks while Heather played with herself watching. She seemed to fatih escort be enjoying voyeurism more and more which I thought I might enjoy more and more. I stopped dead in my tracks and my mistress wife knew I was confused and a little hurt and said “Baby, I know what your thinking,”

Marcus jumped in and said “What’s mine is mine and he kissed my wife.

Heather continued “What’s yours is mine. Holly here is perfect for you, you two are just alike. You both like my M & M’s big cocks. Why don’t you join your girlfriend on your knees being the sissy sluts you both are!”

Holly and I are now in the sexual spot light we kiss in between sucking the guy’s cocks. Our lipstick is smeared all over their hard shafts and is mixing together as we switch partners. Heather has her big vibrating dildo working her dripping pussy in and out rapidly as my girl and I keep pleasuring the guys. After about 10 minutes Mistress says “I think you girls got them hard enough to fuck me again. You two may pleasure each other a bit while I get some more of my M & M treats.” So the twins do Heather again.

Holly and I freshen our lipstick relishing in the seductive process and enjoying the fact we both love the same things. I watch my gorgeous wife being taken passionately by these two handsome well-endowed hunks as Holly and I start to have our first sexual experience with each other. Oh, sure we fondled each other and kissed a bit in the club but now we all know what’s next. I don’t think I will be able to last very long with all the erotic foreplay and being dressed so sexily. We kiss slowly and tenderly at first. Then much groping begins to take place as Heather cheers and encourages us on.

Holly then takes charge and directs me saying “Alright slut, on your knees in front of me.” As she hikes up her skirt revealing her hard cock. It was not as big as Marcus’ or Maxwell’ but very nice. I reached up and grabbed her cock and admired my long painted nails encircling it. I then kissed the tip and also admired how my lipstick print was now emblazoned on the head. It did not take long for me to begin to devour the tasty bit of flesh. Holly began moaning loudly and I bobbed up and down on her hard cock. After about 12 minutes of trying to please my new playmate she said “Yes, baby you are pretty good at this cock sucking thing.” Marcus and Maxwell both grunted and agreement of her comment then she boldly commanded “Give me that sweet ass bitch.”

So I turned around and shook my tight round ass in the air in front of Holly. She grabs my hips and begins to grind her hard cock onto my ass as she reaches around and grabs my tits. I watch M & M pleasuring Heather she was truly enjoying the four hands two mouths and two cocks she had sensuously roving all over and entering her aroused body. Holly pushed up my dress and pulled down my panties. Heather abruptly yells “Wait! I have a great idea. I want to watch the four of you suck and fuck. Holly on your hands and knees next to La’nette, boys behind the sluts.” We all rearrange and Marcus is behind me and I wiggle my hot little ass for him as Holly does the same for Maxwell. Then Heather commands “Begin!” as she starts to play with herself as she watch the show my wife watches and masturbates, she is insatiable..

The twins eagerly and intensely take Holly’s and my asses as we kiss both for our pleasure and that of the mistress. After about 10 minutes of hard vigorous pounding the guys let loose yet another load of cum but his time for us and not mistress. Marcus was deep inside me when he shuddered and his hard cock pulsed and he grunted loud and hard one last time. I also let loose with my sissy clit hardly being touched. Heather had another immense orgasm as the result of the Holly and La’nette show as well as the twin’s intense attention they gave us.

Heather continued to date Marcus frequently giving Maxwell a turn occasionally. (sometimes the three of them would get it on together and allow me to watch) I continued to dress like the sissy slut maid. I was serving all three of them in various ways and when I was really good I would get a date with Holly. Occasionally we would be allowed to go out on our own, but usually we were entertainment for the trio. What a new fantabulous life we all had.

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The first day of my official stay, training was now over. It began really amazing, I felt well rested as I slowly awoke from this big comfy bed with Carly’s beautiful, soft, naked body pressed against me and the sun shinning in through the window, it was relaxing and peaceful, it was not going to be like this for long.

After I got up and had fed everyone breakfast I was called into the living room, the usual announcement style, I was striped naked in the center of the room as the four girls all lounged around me casually.

Kim got right into business. “From now on, you will be in charge of waking us all up, we will give you our individual times and you are to wake us up through massages and kisses only.

“For today, we will be punishing you for your past mistakes, and setting the tone for this summer. I want you to stay right like you are, in service all day, you won’t eat and you won’t sleep for 24 hours. We will be punishing you a lot during this time, and if there is a foot in front of you, after every strike you are to kiss it and say thank you, that goes for the whole summer. Get hit, kiss foot, say thank you.”

“You will not be having an orgasm this summer, your penis will not be stimulated beyond teasing. You will, however, receive ample prostate stimulation anally.

“Except for brief periods, you will wear your chastity belt at all times. You will wear your collar, and cuffs around your wrists, ankles and waist. They will all be locked to you with a key you do not have access to. They all have loops to bind you in any position, with just some rope or clips, quickly, anywhere.

“We will be stretching out your asshole. Overtime we will move to bigger and bigger butt plugs that you will have to wear for longer and longer times.”

After that very brief and forceful message, they began my punishment, Kim and the rest stood up and they took turns spanking me. One had a paddle, another a cane, another a whip and the last had a flogger. The very first session all four girls concentrated on my ass, as I kissed whoever put their foot on the table in front of me, it tired out my neck and back muscles to bend over like that so often, and having to go down and pop up so quickly really made my muscles burn, but even worse was the spanking, which was easily the longest and hardest I’d done so far, the training stuff felt gentle compared to this. This is intense, I was yelling, my ass felt on fire, as the girls were ruthlessly taking turns hitting me. Eventually I couldn’t kneel down to kiss the foot each time, so one girl would hold me hair and press my lips against a foot as I begged for them to stop.

After it, the girls took pictures of my ass, claiming it was bruised, welted, and bright red and blue. I believed them, but wasn’t allowed to look yet.

Then they left the room, leaving me there perched all by myself. I was scared, that was unbearable, four more months would be insane, but that’s what I signed up for.

They would return randomly usually alone, and hit me more, and that continued all day. It was awful. It was so boring just kneeling, not moving, only able to think about my sore knees, ass, my muscles. I almost welcomed the pain at times, just for something to do. Then night was so hard, I was so tired and sore, from the beating, from kneeling on hard wood, but I held the position as slowly the sun rose and light filtered into the room.

I could hear them eating breakfast and after 24 hours, the morning of day 2, they got me into the playroom and quickly and violently spanked me with a bunch of paddles as I kissed feet, they made me cry before they stopped. It was so awful.

After they told me I could nap on the playroom floor before I had to make lunch in a few hours. I fell asleep instantly with no pillow or anything on the carpet even though my skin was burning from the paddling it had just endured.

I was awakened in a daze, I still felt very tired, but was confused. I was wet, on the side of my head, I remember bringing my arm to feel it as I rolled over, now my face was getting sprayed, I opened my eyes and realized what was going on. There was a vagina a few inches over my face, pissing on my face, I knew their pussies well and could tell it was Kim’s. I closed my eyes and turned my face away again and was trying to squirm away, and was being paddled as the girls tugged at me and yelled for me to get on all fours as they did it. Groggily, I obeyed as the pissing stopped.

I saw the clock, it was only 40 minutes after they let me go to sleep. I saw that they were all naked but for strap-ons.

Now in doggy style and barely awake, I felt someone roughly shove a cold, lubed dildo into my asshole as I moaned in surprise. The girls let me go and I had to hold my own weight up as I was now fully awake as I was being fucked.

Deb grabbed my head and yanked it up so I was looking up at her, she looked tired and sweaty.

“I just got back from an hour run,” she dangled some white cotton panties on a finger. “I just ran in these. Open wide.”

She then used her sweaty panties to wipe her mecidiyeköy escort arm pits and then some of the piss that had run off my head onto the floor and then shoved them deep into my mouth, and said “keep those in there.” She then took her turn fucking me, her two index fingers hooked into the corners of my mouth for leverage.

Kim then showed me the dildo strapped to her, “See it’s still small, smaller than your tiny dick even, but not by much, we all have about the same size. But not for long, we’ll get you stretched open soon.”

They really fucked me good, thighs slamming into my raw ass, each took multiple turns until they were all exhausted. I just kept my head down and tried to stay on all fours as they thrust against me.

I was in a daze, so exhausted, like it was a dream, I was just seeing bare feet and calves around me, being grabbed by the hips or shoulders or hair, my asshole constantly worked.

I feel a foot push me hard in the side and I tipped over. It was done, I collapsed on the floor, limps flopping against the carpet. My ass now sore inside and out, out of breath due to the panties making it harder to breathe.

They told me I could sleep there again, and with my ass feeling really sensitive, I basically passed out right there where I’d just been fucked, spitting out the old sweaty underwear then going right to sleep.

They woke me up to make a late lunch, and after I cleaned the playroom, notably the piss from the mats, after that I was allowed to start going on a regular routine, regular sleep and no heavy daily beatings, but of course we would deviate from regular often.

That night they showed me my ass in the bathroom mirror, it was all bruised, and even had cuts. It looked terrible.

The next day Kim called me into her room to work on my pussy eating, she wanted me to be aware of when she was really close to coming and then pulling back, and doing it like that a lot of times until I would finally bring her over the edge.

I did it for over an hour, playing with her clit and fingering her to precise instructions before she started to yell “Do it, do it” so I didn’t stop this time, it didn’t take long, and she squirted all over my face, it surprised me, but I loved it, and so did she, her body seems to shake much more violently. Then she had me lap of all her squirt juice from the floor, which I did happily.

I did the same for Deb later that night but couldn’t make her squirt, Kim gave us both some tips to try again in the future. For the next two weeks, I spent hours every day eating girls out as they taught me exactly how they like it and I learned a lot of techniques and routines and learned each girls signs, when they were about to cum, when to switch techniques, and other stuff. Usually laying around and eating out four girls for hours a day would seem like heaven, and it was really, really good, but between the chastity device strangling my erections, and all the technique stuff I had to worry about, I had to really focus on all that, so it wasn’t pure bliss.

The next day was really nice out so the girls decided to go to the beach, of course, it was up to me to prepare some food, drinks, a cooler, etc and pack it all into the car, along with the girl’s stuff like towels, sunscreen, etc.

When they were ready, the girls gave me a speedo and some flip flips to wear, but after I put the speedo on, Kim yanked them down below my ass from behind and quickly shoved a butt plug into my ass, as I yelped in surprise. She then pulled my speedo down around my ankle and made me go waddle naked out into the front yard to the car, with a plug shoved up my ass, load the car, turn it on and get the air conditioning flowing.

I did it and I don’t think anyone saw, the neighborhood wasn’t so busy, only people that lived on the street really used the road, and the girls came out a few minutes later when it was cool. I was going to drive, but with 5 people, the back would be crowded, so naturally I couldn’t have a better seat, Val drove and I got in the back with Carly and Deb. The played around with the butt plug for a few minutes before they got bored, pulled it out, pulled my speedo up and then they had me lie on the floor, making myself as small and as uncomfortable as possible, then they mostly ignored me.

Arriving at the beach, we all got out of the car, the girls walked down the beach, while I had to pull out 4 chairs and all the rest of the stuff, it took two trips.

The beach was pretty crowded, the girls made me rush around to set up chairs quickly, then get them all a cold drink out of the cooler. Insisting that I move as fast as I can to do it, so I was hustling more than any waiter I’d ever seen.

A guy in a bright green speedo and black leather restraints on a crowded beech, being ordered around by 4 beautiful girls in bikinis, as he was rushing around, did draw more attention than I’d like. But looking at those 4 girls bodies glistening in the sun, I felt lucky, they were amazing, tanned skin, great curves, it was just hard to admire them in this way often, vip escort istanbul because usually they were using those tight bodies to ram your ass.

I’m sure people were making fun of me with their friends, but I thought a lot of them would do pretty much anything to fuck them, while I had spent the past few days with my tongue buried in all four, so there was a sense of superiority I got from that.

They then had me lotion them all up, and then I just sat in the sand beside them, but Kim quickly slapped my face and have me get into service position. They made me basically just wait there before making me kiss all their feet in public, really kiss them too, it was really embarrassing, I didn’t want to see if people were looking, but I did definitely notice some groups pointing me out to each other.

That night, the girls drank and played a card game, they did it in the playroom and they all played naked, the winner of each round had me lick their asshole. So they all lay on their stomachs facing each other, then whenever somebody won, I would get behind them and eat their asshole out. They made me work really hard and deep, I had to bury my face tight against their asshole and push my tongue in as deep as I could. There wasn’t any technique teaching, just deep, fast and as hard as I could. They played for a long time, and my neck, jaw and especially tongue hurt like hell after. They eventually finished and just headed to bed, leaving me to sleep in the playroom.

The next 4 days basically I made so many mistakes and became so nervous, forgetting to talk to them properly, positions, tasks, everything I messed up, until I even become inadequate pleasuring them when Carly couldn’t orgasm. They were furious and I got to see the dungeon for the first time on Day 7.

I didn’t get to see it right away, they blindfolded me and then had me lay down in baby position in the corner as I was sprayed with ice cold water for a long time as I curled tight shivering.

I was then ordered to stand up, heavy metal cuffs were attached to my wrists, the chastity belt was removed from my dick. I was then forced to spread my legs and they were chained far apart, then my arms were put above my head along chains, but then pulled apart so I was standing spread eagle making a Y with my arms.

Nipple clamps were attached and strengthened until they really hurt, and then something was attached to my scrotum. Weights were added as they pulled painfully down on my sensitive balls, finally a piece of tape was put across my mouth and the blindfold was taken off.

I looked around the dimly lit room to see the 4 girls, dressed, and a lot of metal and leather objects around the concrete room, which was bare cement. Kim lifted the hose and sprayed me again, it was even worse, as I couldn’t curl up or protect myself, it hit me everywhere and it stung, especially on my dick and balls, as I thrashed but that made my genitals and nipples hurt like hell, so eventually I just stopped moving and let them hit me.

They stopped and then Kim had a leather whip and worked over my body everywhere from my neck down.

They took turns like the first day, one would smack me hard until she got tired, and someone else would start, until I was probably red all over, my inner thighs, it turns out, are especially sensitive, they killed. They left me alone for a while, then sprayed me with cold water again and let me out, it wasn’t as long as training, but it was worse because it was all over my body, this time I had long bruises and small cuts on my thighs and sides.

Since day 2, they were also working on stretching my ass, part of my daily routine was after breakfast Kim would work a butt plug into me, and at first the size went up every three or four days, she’d work it in the first time slowly, then a few more times in and out, then I’d have to keep it in for an hour.

Quickly the whole house fell into a routine, I woke up, made everyone breakfast, they’d all come down dressed in usually whatever they slept in, so pajamas or shorts and a sports bra, tshirts, sometimes they’d have a robe on, sometimes they came down naked or just in panties, that was usually after a long night at clubs, they really partied hard, and were hungover. Though I noticed that Deb seemed to be just in panties often, sometimes she’d exercise after she woke up while breakfast was being made and just hang out in only the panties she exercised in, and later on I’d have to go retrieve her sports bra from the front hall. The girls were so messy, they threw everything everywhere, but you’d never know it, I had to work hard to keep the house looking pristine, I was always picking up dishes, clothes and dishes and glasses everywhere.

Anyways, after breakfast, I’d always help shower the girls, sometimes all, or just whoever wasn’t impatient to go use the other shower while they waited. Deb and Val who worked often were usually first, then Kim and Carly who didn’t have regular summer jobs, Carly would get called in sometimes to her friends place to give massages if the normal girl couldn’t sarıyer escort make it.

After showers, I cleaned up breakfast and then Kim did my butt plug training, the few hours after lunch was usually chore time, it was alos when Kim and Carly would often go and hang out out of the house.

Then I waited in service until 3 pm at the front door for the girls to get home, their times were never consistent, but usually they all got home from 330 to 5. After work was an unpredictable time, but whatever they’d do was depending on what mood they were in, if Deb or Val had a rough day, they’d take it out on my ass, with dildos or canes, if they had a tiring day, it was a massage and sometimes some sexual servicing. Sometimes you could tell they were just tired of taking orders, feeling powerless, so they’d really order me around, telling me what to do, it often involved me giving a blow job to their strap on or something as they gave me lots of commands, faster, slower, suck more, deep throat it, higher, whatever. It must have made them feel really powerful, because that is a pretty powerful situation. I really helped them feel good after work and I was proud of it, I hope I was a lot better than a TV would be for after work decompression.

Then it was dinner and usually after that, it was playroom time, where lots of variations of what I’d be doing continued to happen. But it was almost always a combination of whipping, using my ass and oral serving, often in that order, but the stages intermingled.

They tried so many different situations, but two of their favorites they’d do often were me on my back on a table, legs tied tight together, held straight up in the air, so it really felt full when they banged my ass, it made me moan hard, and the girl was standing so she could really pound hard, and then my hands holding my ass open or sometimes tied behind my head to the table legs, then often one would sit on my face and make me eat her pussy or ass, while the others would whip and hit my chest, stomach, legs, and balls, sometimes they’d take the device off to whip my dick as well, and of course one girl was always banging me.

The other was a swing of sorts, my wrist, ankles and belt were all straps to chains in the ceiling, I’d be face up or down, but it was the same result, one would fuck me really hard, swinging me up and down on their dildo, while the others would whip me.

They liked pile driver positions, or my face in the carpet on my knees to fuck me as well, but I couldn’t use my mouth in those, and there wasn’t much surface area with me crunched up to whip, so they weren’t that popular when all the girls were there.

Then, they’d be really horny and I’d have to get them off, this was always different, but it was always eating and fingering them, and sometimes I’d wear a face or regular strap on and fuck them with that, as my dick was never used, and often I’d eat their ass as well.

I always ends the evening play sessions exhausted and red all over, That was done pretty much every day. All 4 of them were so horny – sex and domination, that’s all they were all into and they never got tired of it. And sometimes after that they’d take me down to the dungeon after and keep working on me.

After about a months time, I think they felt things were getting a bit stale. I was trained very well, and they were enjoying me for sure, but I think it was kind of like everything was on autopilot, too routine. I felt I was 90% being fully trained within a few days, now it was only small details and slow processes, like the ass stretching that were really changing besides trying new positions and stuff in the playroom.

Nothing was new, they were slowly but surely pushing my limits, but there wasn’t much new things going on. I think at this point was when they kind of stumbled upon a new angle, often a game they played was to write stuff on me in lipstick in the morning as they put make up on, they’d write whatever silly shit they could think of to make the others laugh in big letters on my chest, and the girls got a kick out of it, I’d have to leave it on until my next morning shower.

One day, they just decided to shave half my head and I think that it felt kind of fresh to just do new things, new ways to dominate, not sexually, from there they started to try to dehumanize me and degrade me and the challenge for them was to do it in the craziest, extreme ways. It went from just being their servant, listening to their orders, to everything, they just owned me, like my body, my appearance, was theirs, my dignity, pride and emotions were not to be considered. They wanted to see how much power they had, and what it could really be used for. They kind of realized that I would do anything they said, so the limit was imagination.

Having pushed my pain and ass to the limit, (now Kim had to work 30 minutes each time we moved up a size in butt plugs to get it in and out and my ass open enough, and we only moved up sizes around once a week, a bit less ) they now focused on pushing my limits for pride and basic human dignity, so since around the start of the second of four months, June, they have focused on that a lot. It gave them much more options and creativity. So when they think of something to do, they just try it and if they like it, they make it a regular thing. Here’s what’s become part of my life now:

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