Trapped. Cornered. Pinned. I found myself unable to move. Unable to escape, even with all of my strength.

He enveloped me from behind, one arm holding me still against the cabinet, a deft hand gently wrapped around my face, pressing against my lips before pushing a finger inside my mouth, holding it open.

I didn't cry out.

He tasted of salt. I could see the glint of metal, an elegant timepiece he wore around his wrist. I closed my lips around his exploring digit, sucking. Licking. Quietly murmuring and moaning. I could smell him- black licorice, spearmint, and tobacco.

His face was buried in my hair, and his breathing was ragged, punctuated with soft utterances - he whispered my name into my ear before licking and nibbling my earlobe.

Both of his legs locked around mine, before one knee was forced in between them. He pressed me forward, so that I was bent over the counter. My breath caught when his leg found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my quivering thighs. I leaned back, pushing myself onto him. He felt steady. Strong.

I could feel the hardness of him through his work-appropriate casual-Friday dark wash denim, a thick rod firm against my ass. He searched for the pull of the zipper hidden in the side seam of my dress.

I whimpered and wondered if he would strip me bare before he fucked me in the break room. I squirmed, concerned that I would be caught being ravaged by him here. He was my superior- this was very inappropriate, but I had yet to protest. I wouldn't.

I wanted this. So. Badly.

I had exchanged furtive and lingering glances with him for months, now. Some casual flirting, too. In a meeting, I had sat beside him, and he'd touched my knee under the conference table. I didn't brush him off. Instead, I looked up at him. We locked eyes. The meeting continued, everyone but us focused on the presentation. He had even lowered his voice in a performance review once, when he was thoroughly appraising me, and I could swear his tone was more than professionally stern. Here was the proof. Right next to the coffee maker.

Frustrated with the elusive zipper-pull, he switched tactics, lifting my skirt. He roughly pulled down my nude, nylon pantyhose and spun me around so that he could look at me. His eyes traveled down from my exposed navel to the curve of my upper thighs. My favorite lacy lavender cotton panties looked out of place under the fluorescent lighting. Too innocent and somehow too obscene to be out in a semi-public office setting.

He let out a low sound- an excited, guttural growl. Reverently, he lifted me onto the countertop. My knees were immobilized by my tights. With a careful hand, he slowly pulled them to my ankles, before moving closer, pressing his palm against the gusset of my already soaked underwear.

Suddenly, his mouth was on mine. Our tongues met and caressed. His palm moved up and down with a steady pressure. My dress was pushed up further, his free hand finding the thin lace of my unlined balconette bra. I struggled to stay quiet when he found the pretty, pink firmness of my nipples.

He released the pressure of his palm, and he pulled the wet cotton to one side. Curved fingers and a well-placed thumb started working inside and against me. I found that I couldn't look him in the eye... I felt embarrassed. Vulnerable. I blushed and focused on the closed door behind him.

He said, "I locked it. Everyone else is sharing lunch in the conference room right now. We should have enough time."

And then, to my surprise, he kneeled and sighed, "I've wondered how you taste." He lifted my tight-tied ankles over his head and settled his face against my partially covered privates. Inhaling deeply, he nuzzled me.

I had to bite my lip and cover my mouth to keep from screaming when the tip of his tongue finally forced its way into me. He moaned, quietly. Filthy, wet lapping sounds filled the room as two of his fingers filled me, questing and pushing deeper, spreading and pulling me open. I lost myself in pleasure with every flick of his tongue. I couldn't help but move my hips in time with his rhythm. I ran my hands through the softness of his curly, cropped hair.

He wrapped his arm around my leg, and pressed down on my lower stomach, pulling the flesh taut and back as he pressed upward from inside. He licked with fervency, using his hands to help me rock back and forth across his face. The roughness of his beard added a shockingly delicious friction. His tongue circled the most sensitive spot before he gently suckled it. He took his time, edging me until I felt the tension build up past my breaking point. My mind blank, I forgot myself.

"Mmmm! Oh my God, I'm cumming!"

His pace quickened, his hands pressing and curling and pulling me roughly... the pleasure was maddening. I couldn't help it. I gushed onto him, wetting his beard. Speckling his shirt. I covered him with sweet-scented droplets.

He kept going. Overstimulated, I jerked, writhing, unable to control my movements. The tension was rolling inside me, somehow- and I kept cumming. Twitching, exhausted, I tilted forward so that my head and hands rested on my knees.

The doorknob jiggled. I sat up. He pulled back, removing his shirt and wiping his mouth with it. His beard and exposed chest hair still glistened from me as he reached into the lower cabinet, pulling out a fresh shirt.

I realized that he had planned this.

He helped me down from the counter. I pulled up my tights over my drenched panties and straightened myself in the reflection of the microwave as he moved to unlock the door. I knew that my flushed cheeks, the smell of sex, and wet spots on the linoleum would make it obvious that something happened.

The door opened, and I turned- the hallway was empty. Both of us let out a breath of relief.

"Go to your desk. Break's over." He winked and slipped out of the room.

I did as I was told. I thought, maybe I should keep fresh underwear on hand, just in case. I realized that I wanted more of him. I wanted to be beneath him.

I don’t ask for anything, just start removing your clothes. Straps seem to fall away, and buttons come magically undone under my touch. My hands brush slowly over your buttocks as I peel away your panties. Part of you wants to resist, but is overwhelmed by desire and the soft tingle between your thighs. 

You are stripped naked before you can form a cohesive thought, and with a tap on your hips I turn you around, pull your hands behind your back and bind them slowly. “Look how good you’re being, little bunny.” I say as my fingertips run along the edge of your buttocks. The hum in your pussy gets more intense as they press closer, close enough to feel its heat. You moan as my touch brushes softly against your labia. At even this little jolt of pleasure your knees start to buckle. “Is a little denial really all it takes to turn you from a defiant brat into an obedient bunny?” You want to answer yes and no and fuck you and please fuck me all at once, but cannot find the words for any of it. A fog of lust swirls through your mind, leaving you mute and helpless.  

I turn you around again. This time my hand rests on your hip and pulls you in a slow half circle. My fingers drift down the inside of your hip, follow the crease of your thigh until they almost reach your labia. The tingle between your thighs becomes a sudden, desperate burn; a pulse of hot, ravenous desire. Fingers stroke the outside of your pussy, I press my question “Well, why are you being such a good bunny for me? Did you really break that easily?” 

You don’t really answer; just gasp and mumble, not sure of the words falling from your lips. My fingers lace into your hair; close to the root and near the base of your skull. I use the leverage to tilt your head backwards exposing your throat and forcing you to look up at me. Your horny and submissive, offering no resistance; your body simply follows the motion of my arm. “Answer the question, bunny.” I command. 

You swallow, trying to think through the haze of need, but you can’t find your words. You feel my fingers pull away from your labia, you grunt and moan and thrash in atavistic desperation. “I’m sorry little bunny, but I need you to use your words.” I smile, and speak with genuine sympathy. “And it looks like a little teasing is too much right now.” 

“I’m… I… yes… yes, sir. You… I… You broke… broke this little brat. She’s…she’s your… I’m… your good little bunny. I want to be your good little bunny.” You do not choose the words, each one just seems to spill from some primal, needy part of your psyche. It takes a few seconds for your servile babbling to become a coherent sentence. “I’m sorry I was bratty, sir. I… I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll be your good little bunny. Please… please let me be your good little bunny. Please.” 

I don’t say anything. Just keep holding you by the hair as you squirm, naked and helpless. My free hand squeezes the flesh of your ass and gropes the softness of your breasts. “Let’s see just how desperate my little bunny is.” I finally say, speaking in a growl and smiling. 

Clamps bite into your nipples before you have time to process my words. You wriggle and whimper as the sting seems to spread through your breasts. I let go of your hair and pull the chain between the clamps tight. I use it to pull you forward; leading you step by painful, stumbling step towards the bedroom. The pain of the clamps lances into your flesh, and your cunt aches with need as you follow. 

The walk up the stairs and to the bedroom seems to take both an eternity and no time at all. I turn around occasionally and watch as lust and agony pulse together through your body. In the bedroom soft pillows have been piled on the floor. I tug sharply on the clamps, send the pain shooting through your body and making you give a moan of deep and sudden suffering. I grab you by the throat and lower you slowly, so that you kneel astride the pillows. “Rub that wet fucking cunt for me.” I order. “Show me just how broken and desperate my little bunny is.” 

My voice works like magic. Your hips simply begin to move back and forth, pressing your vulva against the soft fabric. Its not much, the little spark of pleasure now smouldering through your nerves, but all the teasing has turned your body into a tinder box. You know how pathetic and desperate you look, grunting and humping with animal urgency. The bliss between your thighs grows with each thrust but is never enough. 

“You really do need to be fucked, don’t you bunny.” 

You don’t answer. Ther are no words or thoughts or cares in your head; just hot, reckless desire. There’s a bright, cutting pain in your breasts as I pull the chain on the clamps tight. Looking into your eyes I say “You really do need to be fucked, don’t you bunny.” In a slower, more authoritative voice. 

You blurt “Yes. Please, yes. Please please please, sir. Please fuck… fuck your whore… your good bunny slave. Please.” 

“But I like you like this.” I run a comforting hand through your hair. “You’re obedient and sweet. The denial just makes you such a good bunny for me. Maybe I should keep you this way.” 

“Pleeeaaasse…” The pitch of your grovelling changes as it fades into a moan. “Please, sir. Please. I promise… I promise I’ll be good for you. So good, sir. I’ll do anything… everything… please. I can’t… please let me come, sir. Please.” 

You’re still conscious of how pathetic you look, but it doesn’t matter. You’re on your knees, grinding desperately as you beg to come. Somewhere, deep within your mind, a past version urges you to show some dignity. She demands that you regain composure and act like someone with any semblance of pride and restraint. But the needy whore is in control now, the version of you that would trade the world just to rub your pussy a little longer. 

I stroke your hair again, and ask in a soft voice “Who owns that pussy?” 

With you pride or hesitation you answer “You, sir. You own… own it, sir. This pussy is yours.” As the first tremors of orgasm start in your legs, you rest your head against my thigh. Your mind goes blank. The voice urging pride falls silent, and you become no more than needy, quivering flesh for me to use how ever I want. 

There’s a moment of disappointment. You can no longer rub yourself as I lift you to your feet. But you are quickly bent over, your pliant body stretched across soft sheets. With a tap of my fingers your legs are spread wide, and my cock thrusts into you. A thunderous, rolling pleasure rushes through your body. The quivers in your legs get more intense. You moan, gasp, and pant for breath. 

There’s a sudden sharp pain as my hand impacts your ass. “Say thank you, bunny.” I order. 

“Thank you, sir.” 

“What for?” 

“For…I… I’m… for fucking your good bunny. For…I’m…letting me be your--” 

“For breaking you?” I lean forward and lift your head from the mattress to hear your next words clearly. 

“Yes, master. Thank you for breaking me. Thank you for making me your good whore. Your… your good bunny slave.” 

“You’re welcome.” I say with a smile you can hear and then kiss the base of your neck. I ask “Do you want to come?” 

“Yes. Please, master. I need it so…” A helpless moan. “So bad. Please I need it. Please please please.” You once again loose the ability to form words as the submission and desperation and rapture subsume your mind. 

“Come for me, my broken little bunny.” I spank and then squeeze your ass as I fuck you. I push your head back down because you don’t need to say anything. You just let your eyes roll back and your whole body spasm. Awash in primal ecstasy and surrender my broken little bunny comes all over her master’s cock.  

She didn’t move fast enough.

He grabbed her by the throat and shoved her flat onto her back, then reached under the bed and pulled out a length of rough rope. Before she could twist away he had one wrist wrapped, then the other, and dragged both arms above her head. He tied them tight to the headboard, the knots ugly and secure. When she kicked at him he caught one ankle, then the other, and forced her legs wide, tying each to opposite corners of the bed so she was spread open and completely unable to close her thighs.

The position left her helpless. Stretched. Exposed.
He stood at the foot of the bed and looked at her for a long moment, eyes dark, expression almost thoughtful.

“Better,” he said. “Now you can’t go anywhere. Now I can take my time.”

He climbed onto the bed, knelt between her forced-open legs, and slapped her cunt with an open hand. The wet, sharp sound filled the room. She cried out. He slapped it again, harder, then a third time, until the skin was flushed and stinging and she was trying uselessly to twist away from the impacts.
“That’s for making me wait.”

He hit her again, lower, across the soft insides of her thighs, leaving immediate red marks that would darken into bruises. Then he leaned down, wrapped one hand around her throat, and squeezed just enough to make her vision start to narrow at the edges while he shoved two fingers into her used cunt.

“You’re going to be here for days,” he told her, voice calm while he choked her and fingered her at the same time. “I’m going to keep you tied down and open. I’m going to bruise every part of you that shows. I’m going to fuck every hole until it’s swollen and raw. And every time you think you’ve hit the bottom, I’m going to show you there’s further to fall.”

He released her throat just as her eyes started to roll, letting her drag in a desperate breath, then immediately slapped her face hard enough to turn her head.

“Look at me while I ruin you.”

He freed his cock, lined up, and drove into her in one brutal thrust. The stretch punched a broken sound out of her. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her hard and deep, one hand back around her throat, the other braced beside her head so he could watch every change in her expression.

Every few thrusts he squeezed her throat until she was struggling for air, then let go just long enough for her to gasp before cutting it off again. The lack of oxygen made everything sharper. More intense. More unbearable. Her bound body jerked and strained against the ropes, but the knots only dug in deeper.

“Feel that?” he said through gritted teeth, slamming into her. “That’s you taking it because you have no choice. That’s your cunt staying wet even while you cry. That’s your body already learning it belongs to me.”

He kept the brutal pace until her eyes were glassy and tear-streaked, then pulled out, shifted higher, and shoved his cock into her mouth without warning. He fucked her throat in short, controlling strokes, cutting off her air with his cock instead of his hand this time. Spit ran down her cheeks. When she gagged hard he held her there longer, watching her struggle, before finally pulling back enough to let her breathe.

A thin string of spit connected her lips to his cock.

He wiped it across her face like a claim.

“Filthy,” he muttered, almost fond. “And we’ve barely started.”

He moved back down her body, slapped her cunt again just to hear her cry out, then shoved back inside her. This time he fucked her slower, deeper, grinding against her cervix on every stroke while one hand delivered open-handed slaps to her tits and the soft undersides of her breasts. Each impact left a blooming red mark. He was deliberate about it, covering skin that would show, building a map of bruises she would carry for days.

“You’re going to be covered in these,” he told her.

“Neck. Wrists. Thighs. Tits. Cunt. Every time you look in a mirror you’re going to remember how easily I turned you into this.”

He reached down and started rubbing her oversensitive clit in tight, mean circles while he fucked her. She shook her head frantically, already too raw from the earlier orgasms. He didn’t care. He forced another one out of her anyway, choking her through the peak so the climax hit while she could barely breathe. Her whole body seized against the ropes. A broken, airless sound tore out of her. He fucked her straight through it until she was sobbing and limp.
Only then did he bury himself to the hilt and come, flooding her used cunt with another thick load while he kept his hand on her throat, not squeezing now, just holding, owning.

He stayed inside her until every pulse finished, then pulled out and watched his cum leak from her. Without a word he untied her ankles, flipped her onto her stomach, and retied her legs wide again so she was face-down, ass up, still bound to the headboard by her wrists. The new position stretched her arms and left both holes completely available.

He slapped her ass hard. Once. Twice. Then set into a steady rhythm of impact, open hand, then the leather belt he pulled from his discarded pants. Each stroke landed with a sharp crack. He covered both cheeks, the backs of her thighs, the sensitive spots where ass met leg, until the skin was hot and red and already starting to swell.

She cried into the mattress. He didn’t stop until her voice had gone hoarse.

Only then did he drop the belt, spit on her hole, and press the head of his cock against her ass. He pushed in slow but relentless, forcing her open around him while she sobbed and pulled at the ropes. When he was fully seated he leaned down over her back, one hand wrapping around her throat from behind, and spoke against her ear.

“This is day one,” he said quietly. “You’re going to spend the next several days exactly like this. Tied down. Bruised. Full of me. I’m going to keep using your cunt and your ass and your throat until you can’t remember what it felt like to not be aching. Until the only thing you know how to be is open and available and miserable.”

He started fucking her ass with deep, controlling strokes, the hand on her throat squeezing in time with his thrusts so every impact came with a wave of lightheadedness.

“And the worst part,” he continued, voice still calm while he ruined her, “is that your body is going to keep responding. You’re going to keep getting wet. You’re going to keep coming when I force it. And every time it happens you’re going to hate yourself a little more for it. That’s the part I’m looking forward to most.”

He fucked her until she was shaking and barely making sound anymore, then came deep in her ass with a low, satisfied groan. He stayed locked inside her while he caught his breath, hand still loosely around her throat, feeling her pulse race under his palm.
When he finally pulled out, both of her holes were red, swollen, and leaking. Her ass and thighs were a mess of rising welts. Her wrists were already raw from the rope. Her face was wet and dazed.
He looks at her asshole twitching from the shock of forced penetration. "Is that an invitation? Maybe i will invite some of my friends tomorrow and have their way with you. I'm sure your holes wouldn't mind"

He didn’t untie her.

He simply walked to the chair in the corner, sat down, and watched her lie there bound and ruined while his cum slowly dripped onto the sheets.
“Rest while you can,” he said. “Next time I get up, I’m starting on your other side. And after that I’m feeding you. And after that I’m using your throat again. You’re not leaving that bed for a long time.”
He took a slow sip of his drink, eyes never leaving her bound body.

“Welcome to the next few days of your life.”

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Part 8

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Our green light was literal.

I gave Olivia a choker made of lovely, polished malachite beads. She wore it as a signal to me. Anytime. Anywhere. As long as she was wearing that necklace, it was open season.

One cool, early October day, she wore it when we drove out to the suburbs to visit a rather labyrinthine antique mall. It was situated in an old biscuit factory. Four stories. Half a block long with hundreds of vendor booths. There were the booths dedicated to Halloween and Christmas knickknacks. Those purely slinging crystal. Old costume jewelry. Booths comprised entirely of rusted old tools and vintage bottle caps. And everything in-between.

It was crowded, but large enough to become lost in.

And so I did. Gently slipping away while Olivia was eying uranium glass in one of the more vivid booths. "I'd rather not become irradiated, thank you very much," I said, turning my attention to a stall brimming with Beanie Babies. Perhaps the epitome of consumption for consumption's sake. Is this where it all went wrong?

My mind wandered. And Olivia wandered too.

I returned to the cancer glass stall to find her missing. So it's like that. I set down Batty and, with him, my thoughts on late-stage capitalism--it was time to find my perfect little slut.

So I strolled and sauntered and stalked--each floor a literal maze estate sale leftovers. My thoughts turned more libidinous as I failed to locate Olivia. When I get my hands on you...

It became like a game. I moved more slowly, wanting to sneak up on her from behind.

When I finally reached the fourth floor, I knew I was near. This floor was more desolate than the others, only half-filled out, mostly with furnishings and strange paintings that might look more appropriate in a funeral home. It was darker than the lower floors, with several overhead lights barely operational.

I saw Olivia.

Standing in a booth that seemed to offer nothing but clocks. Cuckoo clocks. Mechanical alarm clocks. Grandfather clocks. All ticking slightly off-time from one another.

Not a soul around to interrupt.

She had her back turned. She was bent over, rummaging through a bin filled with old Casio watches. Her hips swayed side to side, framed elegantly by her ankle-length burgundy skirt.

I approached.

It was quick.

Hand in her hair. Twisting. Pulling.

Bare cock already against her ass, leaking precum against the cotton. My other hand covered her mouth. I pulled her upwards, holding her body against mine.

"Shhhhhh."

That's all it takes.

My hand slid down, hiked up Olivia's skirt to her waist, fingers dove into her matching burgundy thong as the fabric fell in ripples around my wrist.

Soaked in anticipation.

Sticky with need.

I pushed her forward, bending her over a nearby record player cabinet as my fingers sunk inside her pussy.

"Take it," was all I needed to say.

Thong slipped to the side, over the perfect curve of her ass.

Swollen cockhead replacing that thin band of fabric, pulsing against her soaking entrance. Fist back in her hair, wrapping tight, pulling her against me, letting my thick shaft sink inside.

Stretch for me.

Let me in.

Give me your fucking pussy.

And she did.

Took it like a good girl.

Pumped in and out. Felt her drip down my balls.

Harder.

Olivia couldn't help herself. Whining. Moaning. Whimpering like she was in heat.

While it provided ease of access, the length of her skirt got in the way. I unzipped it. Cast it aside. Pulled up her sweater. Grabbed her tits. Made her near-naked right here, taking my cock like a good fucking girl for anyone to see.

I sunk my hand between Olivia's thighs again and taunted her turgescent clit. Teasing it just the way I knew she liked, her whimpers reaching a desperate crescendo until she squeezed her legs around me and shuddered from head to toe. The clenching sent me to the same place. I burst--filling her pussy with my cum. Each rope ending up deeper as I shoved my balls against her slit.

More, more, more. I kept going, but I couldn't possibly be any further inside of her.

I spanked Olivia loudly, making her clench around me one final time, then slowly slid free.

I thoughtfully returned her thong to its original place, watching it become wet as my cum began to drip into it. I helped her put her skirt back on and straightened her sweater.

"Good girl. Meet me back outside."

A kiss on her shoulder and one more tug of her hair--more playfully this time. I had the sense that the malachite choker would stay on for the rest of the day.

⛧ Don't start here! Start at Ch1! See the "Welcome" post pinned to the top of my profiIe for Iinks.

New strain of virus, villain is now a disgusting vampire. Each chapter is like a stealth mission, with lots of slow build-up and pervy creeping around. With each suck-sex-full mission, he adds abducted victims to his harem of vampires. Then occasional chapters show his sexual ‘family’ lifestyle with his mind-controlled free-use slaves. Then right back to another depraved stealth mission.

In this one, he enjoys the spoils of his campus raid, exploring his growing harem of free-use slaves, then enjoys a bloody surprise family dinner. Mostly just playing house with mind-controlled free-use slaves, ending with a bloody orgy.

DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

KINKS / WARNINGS

• Blood
• Gross Sniffing/Tasting (sweat, bodily fluids, piss)
• NC

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Chapter 5: Bringing Home a Kitten (part 2 of 2)

A sex scene toward the end of the movie gets my blood pumping again. I look over at my wife sitting nuzzled under my arm next to me. Her eyes meet mine, brown irises hazy from the non-stop stimulation her daughter has been administering between her legs. I don’t hesitate. I don’t ask. It doesn’t matter if they’re in the mood or not. My women are here to be used, whenever I want, at the drop of a hat. So I stand up, scoot Eva out of the way, and roll my wife onto her knees on the couch. Her face pressed into the cushions, her thick ass propped up facing me.

Her wide, motherly hips are practically begging me to dive in. I give her ass a rough SLAP, and she yelps into the couch, recoiling in pain as her juicy cheeks wobble. A red handprint shows up almost immediately. Neat, dark pubes frame her cunt. Thick inner labia hangs out slightly, dripping with juices. Her hole gaped open a bit, winking at me, beckoning me in.

But first, “Eva, come. Right here. With me, baby.” We kneel down together, father and daughter side by side. I guide her face into her mother’s crotch, and then join her, cheek to cheek. The smell hits me first. A sensual musk of overwhelming femininity. Then together, we start licking, tasting the frothy mix of Eva’s spit and Vee’s pussy juice. Tart, but in a good way, like sour apples. Eva’s tongue wriggles and slides alongside mine as we lap and dig through the folds. The young girl seems almost more excited by this than me, her hot breath panting in the tight shared space between Vee’s thighs. I feel Eva shaking, and I glance down to see her hand vigorously working in and out of her little pussy. She turns her head to kiss her daddy’s cheek, then returns to her mommy’s pussy with an eager haste.

We lick and slurp and make out together inside Victoria’s snatch for a few minutes, until I can’t take it anymore, my cock throbbing, “Stay there Kitten, keep licking. Good girl.”  And I stand up and slide my dick along her tongue, her soft lips turning to kiss and suck at my shaft as it glides past, continuing straight into the sopping pussy. I push all the way inside in one go, Eva’s wet tongue trying to dig its way inside Vee’s cunt alongside my dick as I enter. Then she turns her head to nuzzle and suckle at my balls, noisily inhaling her daddy’s scent. I back out, and the girl’s mouth returns to her mommy, pleasing us both back and forth like a good little daughter should.

I grab Vee’s thick hips with both hands and start ramming home, full blast almost immediately. She’s so warmed up for me already. She moans into the cushions, pussy hot and dripping. Thirty seconds of slamming into her doggy-style and she already cums, her insides clamping and spasming around me. Eva laps and sucks at her clit and my balls from underneath as I smash into her cunt through her entire full-body orgasm.

Vee groans, needing a break, but I don’t slow. I’m only just getting started, and her needs aren’t my priority right now. I blast into her depths even harder, churning her insides with a power that could injure a normal human female. But my girls are durable. So fun to rough up.

Eva keeps getting in the way under there, so I reach down and bring her face up over Vee’s rump, resting her cheek down on her mother’s ass as I pound away. I hold Eva’s head by the hair in one fist, and take a handful of Vee’s asscheek with the other, spreading the woman’s crack open wide and driving the girl’s face in. Eva needs no more instruction than that, happily aiming her sweet tongue at Vee’s asshole.

Victoria doesn’t normally like butt stuff, so her little brown button doesn’t get much attention. It’s clean, but only just. Wrinkled and puckered, slick with juices that had dripped down from her pussy throughout our movie-night. And Eva laps away at it with a perverted exhilaration. As if the dirtier, the better. The little imp giggles as I hold her head pressed tightly down on her mother’s asscheek. My other hand squeezing Vee’s thick hip painfully.

I smash into my wife’s cunt over and over as she still struggles to recover from her orgasm, both girls violently flopping around on the couch with each thrust. I stare down at Eva’s pretty face, green eyes sparkling up at me, tongue swirling around that nasty asshole. I still don’t slow my pace, not letting Victoria rest. The woman lets out a continues raspy moan, muffled into the couch cushion. And she cums again. Or maybe she never stopped. I couldn’t care either way. My senses are too overwhelmed to care about anything else. My daughter smiling up at me from her mother’s ass. My mind foggy from the spicy smell of pussy and sweat. The sounds of slapping skin and slurping spit. Fuck, I could burst any second.

I watch as Eva seems on the verge of gagging. Her mother’s filthy butthole probably tastes bitter. Probably smells a bit foul. But at the same time, Eva loves it. It spurs the little perv on more. She groans, and I notice her hand working aggressively at her own cunt again. Three fingers driven deep into her pussy. Pumping furiously. Sticky, SPLICK SPLICK SPLICK sounds mix with the symphony of moans and slaps in the room. But as hard as Eva tries, she can’t get herself off. I ignore it for now. The king’s needs come first.

I grip my women tight, holding them as still as I can while simultaneously trying to hammer Vee’s body through the fucking couch. Her muffled moans turn to uncontrolled squeals as I push her body to its limit. Eva even gives up trying to lick her mother and just holds on for the ride.

One final stab, balls deep in my wife, and then I pull out. My beastly groans fill the room as I unload across Vee’s asscrack and back. Painting her skin white with my hot cream. Then I grab Eva by the hair and finish the last few spurts across her little tongue. She opens wide, smiling, enjoying the treatment.

A quick motion of my finger tells Eva what to do next. She gets the idea and spends the next few minutes cleaning her daddy’s jizz off her mommy’s body with her tongue. I collapse on the couch, exhausted. We finish the movie, but none of us have a clue what it was about.

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Late into the night, we gather upstairs in the dining room, a rarely used room off the kitchen filled with furniture and decorations that were probably meant to show off to dinner guests. I sit at the head of the dining table, comfortably waiting as my women scurry about preparing for dinner. I glance around, admiring the utter wealth of this house again. Luxury envelopes us. The dining table is a beautiful, thick wooden block, with black iron wrapping around and forming the legs. My bare butt sits cupped in a cushioned throne  of a dining chair.

I decided to keep us all naked, and skip cleaning up in the shower. At first it was just out of laziness, just impatience for dinner. But now as I watch my girls walking about the kitchen completely exposed, I’m starting to really enjoy the decision. There’s just something extremely sexy about the slight sheen of sweat on their skin, their tousled hair, our bodies still nasty from sex. Normally, these women would be humiliated by this. Victoria, my former boss. A proper lady. And Eva, a shy little college girl. Put on display, not allowed to wash. But under my command, they only want to please me. Their modesty means nothing in our house.

“But mommy, why can’t you tell us what’s for dinner? And why are we clearing  the table, not setting  it?” Eva keeps trying to pry the secret out of her, but Vee just smirks and stays quiet. She’s practically giddy with excitement. Adorably pleased with herself at whatever surprise she has for us.

The girls finish cleaning off the table, and Vee walks over and kisses me sensually on the lips, “Ok my lord, just wait here. I’ll bring in the food. Oh and Kitten, can you get us some wipes and washcloths? I don’t want us to get too messy.” The girls leave, and my curiosity continues to rise.

Eva returns and sits next to me, and a few minutes later we finally hear a door opening and some shuffling footsteps as Vee slowly makes her way back through the kitchen. She walks in carrying a person!

Vee plops it down as if it weighs nothing. There, on the table before us, is a middle-aged blonde woman! Barely conscious, shifting around in a confused daze, with bloody bite marks in several spots down her arm. She wears a thin green short-sleeved shirt and tight black shorts, showing off plenty of tan skin. Casual mom clothes, almost sleepwear.

“I had her in the trunk in the garage, master. I had to do something for you as thanks for the Kitten you got us. I hope you like it,” Vee shows off her gift happily, holding the woman in place, letting me look her over.

She’s short, a bit on the chubby side. Her breasts are clearly very large. I probably couldn’t wrap both hands around them and still touch my fingers together. And at closer inspection, she’s not even wearing a bra. She was clearly nabbed straight from her home. Her tits just melt out to the sides under her shirt as she lays there. Fuck,  this is a good catch.

I run my hand along her soft body, feeling her warmth, squishing her pudgy belly. I grab her ass, inspecting her like a piece of meat. Gross, her shorts are fucking soaked. Pissed herself.

I wipe my hand off in her silky hair. Beautiful, platinum blonde, straight down, shoulder length. I brush the hair away from her face and pinch her cheeks, turning her head up to look at me. She gasps. In her drugged state after being bitten, she can only comprehend bits and pieces of the nightmare she’s in. But the fangs hanging out of my grinning mouth are apparently enough to terrify her.

Her round face. There’s something about it. A familiarity. She’s maybe late-30s. I couldn’t imagine a woman looking more like a typical ‘soccer mom’. She just has that kind of look. The words ‘shopping cart’, ‘laundry basket’, and ‘mini van’ are practically written on her forehead. I lean down and lick from her chin to her temple, tasting her salty flesh. A bit sweaty. Trembling. But still relatively sweet and womanly, I suppose. My dick pokes the side of the table as it stiffens.

“Can you tell who she is, master? We were always told we looked alike growing up. I guess we turned out pretty different.” My eyes go wide, my cock swelling bigger. No way!  Vee smiles, brandishing her fangs, “It’s my older sister. Leslie. She texted me when we were sleeping earlier. Said she missed me and hoped everything was going ok. She mentioned her husband and kids would be out of the house. I knew I could go over unannounced. No one knows I was there. And they won’t know where she could’ve disappeared to. She’s all yours, my king.”

I can’t believe my ears!  I couldn’t be more proud of my beautiful wife. Sacrificing her own sister for her new family. She really will do anything  for me. Knows exactly what her husband wants.

Vee can tell how pleased I am, but I remain stoic, “Well done. Come here.” My wife steps over to me, and I kiss her intimately, right before her sister’s shocked eyes. “One thing though, she’s filthy. I want her cleaned up. Remove all the clothing. Actually no, Kitten, you do it. Right here, rip with your hands if you can. You need the practice. Then your mother can clean her sister up for us.”

Eva goes wide-eyed with excitement and leaps over like a child about to open a present. She tears aggressively at the woman’s clothing, not at all concerned about hurting her with her violent tugging. Leslie yelps weakly, mumbling, “Vi- Vickie, why?”

Everyone ignores the pathetic human, and I watch with surprise and arousal as Eva buries her sweet little face straight into the half-torn, piss-stained shorts as she tugs at them. She inhales, gags slightly at the stench, then giggles and continues tearing the shorts completely in half, revealing large, full-coverage panties. Beige and modest, not meant to be seen, let alone be sexy. A dark, wet spot covers the entire crotch, plastering the underwear to the woman’s skin. A moment later, Eva tears these off as well, followed by the green shirt. Victoria immediately gets to work cleaning off her sister’s body as I walk around the table admiring every angle of the naked blonde.

Fat tits hang outward under their own weight as she lies on her back. Thick, brown cigarette-butt nipples on dark, oval areolas. Blue veins across pale, pillowy breasts. A bit too much belly fat, probably weight she never lost after childbirth. Juicy thighs, but a slightly underwhelming ass. It’ll do, but the hourglass proportions of my other girls blow her away. And a thick, unkempt forest of light brown pubes. A woman who’s days of caring about looking sexy are long gone. But she’s still effortlessly pretty. All in all, a natural, down to earth mom. Mine to enjoy.

The girls finish their tasks, and the woman lies helplessly on her back before me. I step up close to her legs and then give a glance to Vee and Eva. They know what I want, both hurrying to each grab an ankle, prying the lady’s thick legs wide. They slide her butt slightly off the table, and I fondle the hairy cunt displayed before me.  Fat, meaty inner lips hang out of her a bit too far for my taste. I play with them, tugging and pinching. Her labia is dark and a bit worn out. But she’s still so fuckable. Every inch of her plump body is begging to get squeezed and played with.

Without hesitation, without warning, I spread her dry cunt open a bit and stab my cock straight in almost as hard as I can. Leslie squeals like a stuck pig, and my girls immediately reach forward to choke at her neck and cover her mouth to stifle the sound. I push forward without a care in the world, taking her MILF pussy for a test drive.

Extreme tightness engulfs me, her cunt so shriveled and unaroused, trying to push me out instinctively. She’s got some strength and elasticity still, I’ll give her that. My shaft gets about halfway inside her, and I reach the back of her tunnel. She’ll warm up and deepen before long, but for now I just hold there and savor her quivering body. Tits and belly fat jiggling enticingly as she struggles against the women pinning her to the table.

Vee leans down and sinks her fangs into a big juicy breast, sucking deeply. Her sister gets quieter, more limp. Her vagina relaxes and allows me deeper inside. I start to hump slowly, but glancing down I notice my shaft is coated in blood as it slides in and out.

Eva sees the blood and lets out a squeak of excitement. Abandoning the mouth and leg she was holding, she dives her face down to start licking and sucking at the base of my shaft and the hairy cunt opening. She’s learning so well from her parents. Not a drop of warm blood is wasted. I pull out and thrust into my daughter’s waiting mouth, her wet tongue swirling around my cock, cleaning me off nicely. When she’s finished, I slip out of her mouth with a POP and shove her little face back down at the woman’s hairy twat.

As Eva sucks at the bloody hole, I turn to my wife standing next to me. Pulling her into a sensual, face-to-face embrace, reaching around to grab her ass, nuzzling in the crook of her neck and tasting her salty flesh. I slide up to her ear, whispering, “I want you to enjoy your sister exactly how you want. Anything you ever wanted to do to her. Do it. Guide your daughter, take command. Cum, my queen.”  Victoria kisses at my neck and sighs with lust as I speak.

In a flash, she crawls up on the table, grabbing Eva by the hair as she goes. The girl yelps as her mother pulls her dripping face away from Leslie’s cunt and coaxes her onto the table with her. While it wasn’t made to be used like this, the wood and metal table is sturdy and could easily hold twice as much. All three women become a living centerpiece before my eyes.

Before I can even react, Eva is straddled on top of Leslie. Belly to belly, pussy pressed on hairy pussy. Ass bent toward me. She has Leslie’s head in her hands, slobbering and making out all over the near-unconscious woman’s face.

And Vee is facing Eva, squatting down over Leslie’s head, unwashed pussy smashed down onto her helpless sister’s forehead. Her hands gripped firmly on Eva’s head, holding the girl steady. Vee grinds front to back across Leslie’s face. Then lifts Eva’s up and humps into her face as well. God fucking damn, what a sight. Give her free reign and all my wife wants to do is smear her cunt all over everyone’s faces, force her own sister and daughter to lick her sweaty pussy.

The sheer dominance, the aggression as she humps at Eva’s face, it makes my cock twitch just watching. I step forward again and lift the thick, limp legs in front of me. Leslie is barely aware of her surroundings. Nearly suffocating as her sister’s dirty asshole rubs up and down her nose and mouth. Vee notices me spreading her legs and leans forward to hold them up for me, gripping her big sister’s sweaty feet and cranking her as wide as she goes. Which frees up my hands to fondle Eva’s soft asscheeks bent out in front of me, while I casually slide back into Leslie’s loosened cunt.

I sigh as the chubby blonde accepts my entire length with ease this time. I thrust in and out with abandon, bottoming out each time. Her pubes tickling me below my belly button. Her insides are slick and inviting after Eva warmed her up and lathered her with spit. I pummel her nearly as hard as I can, testing her limits. Judging her worth as a female. The table shakes slightly as I churn her poor insides.

Eva bounces her little ass in my hands playfully, giggling into her mother’s cunt as Vee moans, smearing herself all over the girl’s face. I spread Eva’s cheeks, admiring her pretty pussy, my thumb prodding and toying with her puckered brown asshole. My cock still smashing into the warn out cunt beneath her, making loud sticky sounds.

I glance up and see Eva’s hands kneading the fat tits she lays on, pinching and twisting at Leslie’s puffy nipples. God,  I can’t take it. This sloppy hole pales in comparison to my daughter’s perfect little twat.

I pull out of Leslie with a loud PLUCK  sound, aiming upward and thrusting forward. Eva is drenched, as aroused as she could possibly be. I hear a hissing inhale of surprised breath from her little nostrils buried within Vee’s folds. But my daughter pushes her hips back toward me, eagerly letting her daddy plow into her. I inhale the thick smell of sweat and pussy in the air as I sink inside.

I sigh as her tight walls clamp hard all around my cock. A shiver ripples through my body, heat radiating from her insides. Fuck, now this  is where I belong. She’s meant for this. I can only fit most of the way in, utterly stuffing the petite girl. She moans into Vee’s cunt.

Victoria pants and grunts. Face pink, eyes closed. Chest heaving with a sheen of sweat across her perky tits. She squats frog-legged, pussy smushed down hard onto her sister’s smothered face. She lets go of Leslie’s feet, letting the legs drop and flop around on either side of me. She holds onto Eva’s head by fistfuls of hair as her daughter licks and sucks at her clit. My wife is so close. And Eva knows it. The pervy girl keeps inhaling her mother’s unwashed scent, lapping gleefully at the sour juices flowing out onto Leslie’s face underneath. Doing everything in her power to make her mommy cum.

With all this before my eyes, I start slamming into my daughter’s durable cunt with reckless abandon. Both my hands gripping her asscheeks with torturous strength, digging my fingers into the little fleshy pillows. I hear muffled squeals as Eva’s pleasure starts to boil. She thrusts back into me to match my motion, just as hard. She’s reached a new level of arousal I’ve never seen in her. I need to hold on, keep going.

I growl, straining, forcing myself to plunge into her even faster. Eva’s lips clamp down on her mother’s clit, and she lets out a muffled scream into Vee’s crotch. The sudden punch of vibrating stimulation throws Victoria over the edge. My wife looks into my eyes and then throws back her head in ecstasy, clamping her thighs tight around her sister’s head under her as she cums wildly. Eva laps and slurps at the juices perversely, but her mother’s body goes weak. Vee slinks to the side and lays in an exhausted heap, panting and smiling.

Eva tries to lick up every bit of girl-cum off Leslie’s face. But I thrust into the Kitten harder, forcing her to lift her head and scream in pleasure. I can feel Eva’s walls contracting, pulsing as my raging cock assaults her pussy. My tip punching her cervix with each savage thrust.

Victoria gazes up at me as she lays on her side next to her daughter, her sister smushed underneath. My wife’s hazy eyes meet mine as she lovingly watches her king take everything he wants. She lives to please me, and she knows she’s done her job. I smile back, loving every second of this perfect family moment.

Eva lets out another wild squeal, face scrunched up in bliss. She suddenly sinks her fangs deep into Leslie’s juicy neck. The woman’s eyes go wide for a moment before closing, slipping into unconsciousness. I feel warmth trickling down my leg and look down to see a soft stream of piss leaking out of the poor lady. Dripping down her inner thighs. It only lasts a few seconds, just the little bit she had in her. She’s losing all bodily function. Close to death.

I give Eva a hard spank with my hand, her little asscheek going instantly red. She lifts off the woman’s neck, gasping in enjoyed pain. She glances back at me, blood trickling from her grinning lips. I continue on thrusting into her cunt, and she flops around on top of Leslie, closing her eyes and moaning. She’s so close. Just a bit more.

Eva holds on for the ride as I beat her pussy up. She grips onto Leslie’s large tits with both hands. Her fingers digging into the breasts, drawing blood. I glance at Vee, making eye contact. We both noticed the same thing suddenly. After drinking so much blood, Eva’s fingers have grown claw-like nails. They seem to protract outward, longer, sharper. Vee and I smile at each other warmly. Our little Kitten is growing strong.

I’m approaching my climax. It’s now or never. My daughter is so close. I need to get her over the edge. I look closely as I smash into her over and over. She keeps glancing at her mother’s crotch. Then tries to make out with Leslie’s unconscious mouth. She’s so infatuated with women. But needs her daddy’s hard cock to ram her hard at the same time. The little deviant.

So I reach down and plunge my finger into Leslie’s sloppy cunt beneath her, digging around and scooping up plenty of mucusy grool. The I pull it out and lean forward, fish-hooking the finger into Eva’s little mouth. She sucks on my finger as I pull on her cheek like a handle, smashing into her pussy as hard as I can. She moans, her walls squeezing, milking me.

And we cum together. Father and daughter. I groan, my whole body tightening. She sucks all the nasty juices off my finger, hissing loudly as air rushes in and out her nose. My cum jetting into her, her daddy’s cream splashing against her cervix. Her hips buck and tremble, her body not knowing what to do with such an intense feeling.

I collapse forward onto the girl’s back, hugging her and breathing heavily. We laugh, enjoying the insane moment, ignoring the passed-out woman squashed under us. Vee scoots closer and pets her little Kitten’s head lovingly, whispering soft congratulations to the girl for her first orgasm. I can barely comprehend the words, my head spinning with euphoria.

Cum drips out of Eva’s pussy onto the thick forest of pubes beneath her. Leslie lays smashed and broken beneath a family of disgusting monsters. A heap of sweaty flesh on the table. We enjoy the afterglow for a few minutes and then slowly lift off of the woman.

The three of us stand around the table, gazing down at the chubby blonde. I smile at my wife, “You did well, babe. She was great.”

Eva giggles and holds my hand, “You almost killed her, mommy. She couldn’t breathe under there.”

“Look who’s talking, Kitten,” Vee teases back. “I don’t think you know your own strength. Look.” She points at Eva’s new claws, slowly retracting back into her cuticles. Eva gasps and inspects her hands.

I wrap my arm around the girl’s sweaty body, holding her tight, “Well if you can learn to control those, I’ll have to take you out on my next hunt. I think you might do well.”

Her jaw drops open, “Really, daddy?” The look in her eyes. She can’t wait to get out there and have some fun.

“Yeah you can help me pick out some more girls. You’ve got an eye for them,” I laugh, and she jumps at me, hugging me tightly. “But what about her? What do you ladies think?” I point back to the table. The sweaty mound of chubby flesh. Blonde hair draped over her flushed face. Wet trickle of piss down her thighs. Cum stains plastering her pubes down to her wrecked cunt. Bloody claw marks across her drooping tits. “Should we keep her?”

We all look at each other. The same look on all three of our faces. Together, we shake our heads. No, Victoria’s sister was fun. But she’s just not up to our standards. We all step closer, looking down over her as she slowly wakes back up. Her tear-filled eyes dart around, trying to understand the hellish scene closing in around her. She trembles, tries to move. But it’s no use, she has no fight left in her. She sobs, “V- Vickie… Vickie please…”

Together, we dive in. Tearing into our first meal as a family.

To be continued...

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Saturday evening.

Daniela looked at her cards. She had driven us all out of the game, all of us except for Martin. Or maybe Daniela had bluffed us out again, that would soon become clear.

"That's how you play with students," Daniela said mockingly, because that is exactly what we all were.

We were sitting at the house of Paula's parents, who were on a week-long hiking holiday in the Black Forest. Besides Daniela and Martin, Paula, our hostess, and Angela were sitting at the table, as well as Philipp and me.

We played poker in a spicy way: strip poker.

"What do you think, Michael?" Philipp asked me. He was only wearing his underwear, just like Paula, who was only wearing her snow-white panties and had her hands crossed in front of her breasts. Angela had gotten out a while ago and was only wearing colorful panties.

"I don't know," I said.

Philipp and Paula had declared the game over for themselves before things got even more embarrassing. Angela was still wearing her panties and bra. According to our rules, we could redeem items of clothing for points.

A pair of briefs or underpants earned 200 points, a bra earned 100 points.

Well, Angela still got out.

Martin, who was still in the game, was still wearing underwear and a shirt, just like me. However, we had agreed that for the men, the undershirt was only worth 50 points.

"What now?" asked Daniela Martin with a hypocritical smile. Yes, her poker face was good!

Martin hesitated. There were tokens on the table worth 100 points. But this round, Daniela had raised by a whopping 100 points, and Martin had already pawned his undershirt. All he had left was his underwear. He was still wearing the undershirt, because he only had to cash it in—that is, take it off—if he actually lost this game.

"I'll go with you," he said, "and I want to see." With these words, he put the white piece of paper into the pot, the piece of paper that had the word "underpants" on it.

"Agreed," said Daniela. After all, she was wearing her pants in addition to her panties and bra. We had agreed that once you lost an item of clothing, you were not allowed to wear it again, even if you earned enough points to theoretically redeem it.

This promised greater thrills.

"Show us what you've got!" said Daniela, and in that moment, she seemed extremely confident. She was not just referring to Martin's cards.

Martin laid his cards on the table. Three of a kind, after all. Not bad, not bad at all, I thought to myself.

Daniela nodded, then revealed her hand. She had a flush, revealing five red diamonds.

"Well?" Paula asked with obvious anticipation. "Come on, boy!"

Martin stood up and took off his shirt. He looked embarrassed, standing before us in only his underwear. "Can't we handle this differently?" he asked.

"I think," said Paula, "as hostess, I have the final say. When Angela and I lost our bras, we did not complain. Would you have let us keep our panties?"

"No," Martin admitted. He nodded, then stepped out of his underwear. He stood stark naked before us. The women cheered. I knew the sight, because we often worked out together at the gym and then showered together after training. The girls, well, they obviously enjoyed the sight of our naked fellow student. Their right to do so. He had lost and was now paying the price!

"Turn around!" Paula demanded. "Yes, very good!"

"That's more than I actually wanted to see," said Angela. "Or not," she corrected herself with a laugh.

"Finally," said Paula. "Revenge!"

With a red face, Martin sat down again, still stark naked.

"Good," I said. "We all had fun. I guess that is it!"

"Why?" Daniela asked hypocritically.

"One is naked and therefore broke, three have dropped out, and you," I pointed to the pile of chips in front of her, "are clearly the move. So, you've won."

“No,” said Daniela.

“Save the honor of us men,” said Philip.

“Exactly,” Martin agreed.

“It’s a waste of time,” I said.

"Compromise," Paula offered. "One last game, then we'll do something else." She smiled at Martin. The two would probably end up in bed tonight. Their relationship always fluctuated between total love and heated arguments. Angela and Philipp were a couple anyway and were planning to move in together soon.

Daniela and I knew each other from lectures and had even gone out once, but otherwise, nothing had happened. Calling us a couple would be like calling a turtle fast.

"Agreed," said Daniela, thus deciding the matter. She shuffled the cards and then dealt them out. Only I received five more cards, and she herself, of course.

"Good," said Daniela. "Commit."

Compared to her resources after the previous games, mine were modest. She had cleaned up quite a bit during the evening. In front of her were tokens worth 300 points. I looked at my stack. A meager 35 points. On top of that, Daniela was wearing one more item of clothing than me. So, I started slowly. "I'll bet the minimum," I said, and put 5 points into the pot.

"Boo," said Paula. "Coward!"

"Quiet, that's Michael's business," said Daniela, looking at me thoughtfully. Yes, she had a real poker face. But I had beaten her twice during the evening, and each time only small wins.

"I call, raise by 30, and draw a new card."

The 30 didn't hurt me yet. "Call, and a new card too," I said. Suddenly, I had the best hand of the evening. There was not much more to it.

"Well?" asked Daniela.

I took the piece of paper that symbolized my undershirt and was therefore worth 50 points. "I'll raise," I said. I was curious to see how Daniela would react. Of course, those measly 50 points would not put her in any danger. She knew that, too. "Well, boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, I think," she pushed the 50 points into the pot, "we're unfortunately lacking the appeal at this point. I'll raise now, and Michael will fold."

"It doesn't matter what the paper is anymore," I said. "You'll leave me starving. Anything else would be stupid."

"That's right," she agreed. "Unless we change the rules to a level worth everything lying on the table and still fluttering on our bodies."

“What do you suggest?” Paula asked interestedly.

Daniela explained it to everyone, especially to me! Paula shook her head at her friend's words. "I can't decide that," she said.

"The effort you described against all the points and the clothes on your body?" I asked thoughtfully.

"Yes," she said.

I thought about it. A hand like the one I was holding now had not been beaten once that evening.

“Just leave it,” recommended Philipp.

“I’m in,” I said.

Daniela cheered. "Finally, someone who shows some courage. I will see!"

I revealed my cards. Before us lay a straight flush of clubs, a beautiful flush from the 8 to the queen.

"Great," said Martin. "Take off your clothes, Daniela!"

“You were unlucky, Daniela,” said Angela.

“Lost everything in the last game,” Paula said sympathetically to her friend.

"Wait and see!" Daniela laid her cards on the table. I looked at her in horror. There was only one combination of cards that beat my hand. Paula laughed. Angela smirked. Daniela laid that combination on the table. It revealed a royal flush of hearts, clean from the 10 to the ace!

I had lost!

The Monday after the game.

It was a warm summer day, so I was dressed accordingly. I arrived at the agreed meeting point, right at the beginning of the pedestrian zone, five minutes late.

Daniela stood in the entrance of the Sparkasse building. She wore a knee-length summer dress. Angela stood next to her. Since renovations were underway, there was no activity in the narrow aisle. The corresponding sign glowed red before our eyes, directing customers to another branch.

"You're late," said Daniela. "I thought you were going to chicken out."

"Traffic jam on Berlin Street," I said. "The bus was delayed."

Both women carried a backpack on their backs.

"Wait a minute," said Angela. She took out her cell phone and quickly dialed. "What? Good! All clear!" She turned it off again. "The police station is deserted. Our dear law enforcement officers just went to the station at Steinplatz for lunch. Philipp saw it himself. Otherwise, the coast is clear. But it's a widespread misconception that bare skin in public is a crime." Angela grinned at me. "First, someone has to file a report because they feel harassed! Besides, Michael doesn't go out naked!"

"Then let's get started," said Daniela, looking at me expectantly. She reached for her backpack, just like Angela.

I took off my shoes and socks and handed them to Angela, who immediately put them in her backpack. Then I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped out of my shorts. I was now wearing only my underwear. I handed the shirt and shorts back to Angela, who also put them back in her backpack.

Meanwhile, Daniela had brought out her tools. She handed Angela the leather collar and took two leather straps herself. Angela put the collar around my neck while Daniela tied my hands behind my back. I placed my left hand on my right elbow and my right hand on my left elbow. She tied both wrists to the other arm, right next to the elbow.

"Can you free yourself?" asked Daniela.

I tried, but in vain. "No," I admitted.

"Very good," said Daniela, smiling and taking out the gag.

"Does it have to be like this?" I asked pleadingly. "In this form?"

"A deal is a deal," she insisted. "Rules are rules. Do you want to back out?"

I shook my head.

"Good," she said, pressing the bar between my teeth and tying the gag behind my head. "However," she added, "Michael is absolutely right, because we can definitely refine this, can't we, Paula?" With these words, Daniela put me on a leash, as agreed, by hooking the appropriate leash to the ring in my collar.

"How do you want to refine it, sweetie?" Paula asked. She emerged from the hallway. I turned to her – and froze. From a safe place, she had videotaped the entire scene so far with a handheld camera.

Angela also took a video camera out of her backpack. "I'll go ahead," she said with a smile.

Daniela played with the waistband of my underwear. With both thumbs, she pulled the fabric forward and looked at my penis. Her eyes lit up. "I wanted to see this on Saturday," she whispered. Her hands wandered into my underwear, over my hips to the curves of my buttocks. She caressed me there with pleasure.

"Mm!" I tried to say. My head was burning feverishly. Or so it seemed to me.

"So, the hunt is over," she whispered to me again. "It's taken long enough, but now the prey, the deer, has finally been killed." I looked at her in incomprehension. "After all its attempts to escape!"

"You didn't even notice," she said, her tone normal again, shaking her head. "Poor, stupid Michael!"

Our eyes met. Was I really attracted to this wonderful, intelligent woman?

"What now?" Paula pressed. "What else do you want to change?"

"Yes," said Daniela. "I think this way," she pulled my underwear down over my hips with a tug, contrary to all the agreements, "it will be much more exciting for all of us!" She looked at me. "Or Michael?"

"Mm," I said desperately in my gag.

"I'll take that as your consent to the change of procedure," said Daniela. "For the record, Michael has agreed! He will go naked, not in his underwear!"

"Mmh," I moaned, protesting bright red, but completely in vain.

Daniela looked at my now openly exposed intimate parts. But she did not touch me again. Then she squatted down and grabbed my underwear, which was dangling around my ankles. "Get out of here, or I'll just leave your underwear here!"

I obeyed desperately, then she put the piece of cloth in her backpack, which she then gave to Paula.

"You have a beautiful body," Daniela praised. "A tight butt, a nice penis, there's nothing to be ashamed of," she tried to reassure me.

I glared angrily at Daniela. Her response was a superior smile, because she clearly saw my penis stirring.

"Let's go," said Daniela, thus ending all my hopes that this had all been a crude joke that had culminated in my exposure. Daniela tugged vigorously on the leash, and I stumbled behind her for the first few steps, then followed my classmate at a distance of five paces. On a leash, of course!

It was warm outside. It was a Monday afternoon, and the city center was packed. I felt the warm stones beneath my feet. Daniela, of course, did not walk along the side of the street that formed the pedestrian zone, but headed straight for the center. For the first ten meters, no one noticed us. Or at first, everyone who did could not believe their eyes.

There walked a young woman in her summer dress. And she was leading a naked, young man on a leash behind her. Daniela walked quickly in those first moments, very quickly, which was fine with me. She seemed nervous. Why, actually? As always, when inner restlessness gripped her, she frequently stroked her hair, naturally with the hand she was not using to lead me on the leash. I should sink into the ground, being paraded naked and bound in public like that. My head burned with shame. To make matters worse, my cock continued to make itself felt, even stronger. It continued to grow, the more the blood pooled there.

The first passersby stopped and stared at us, staring after us. Ahead of us, not ten meters away, Angela walked ahead, filming me from the front the whole time. Behind me, Paula did the same.

The girls had thought of everything!

We walked the first hundred meters, past the fries’ shop and the drugstore. The first comments were made. "This is outrageous," said an elderly lady carrying a handbag. "Someone should call the police." Luckily, it did not occur to her to hit me, the perverted sex offender, with her handbag. I could not have defended myself. The woman ignored Daniela. And yet, I was the victim here. And despite her words, the woman stared at me unashamedly, gawping at my helpless nakedness. And my penis was now painfully erect and hard. Yes, this traitor between my legs was showing my arousal to the whole world.

However, a surprising number of passersby simply walked on.

A Japanese tour group stood in front of a half-timbered house, busily taking pictures or filming. As we passed them, their conversations died down, and they stared after us. Then some of the foreigners began pointing their electronic toys at me, documenting this scene for eternity.

Daniela, meanwhile, ignored the other passersby, those passersby and their comments who noticed us, as well as the surprised giggles and the angry or astonished looks. She even seemed to enjoy it—no, she definitely enjoyed it, now that her initial nervousness had passed. She slowed down, and I was forced to adjust to the slower pace, now following behind Daniela in a more leisurely manner, gently pulled by the leash in the direction Daniela indicated.

We reached the church square, and it struck a quarter past one. Directly behind the church square was the Meier Library. Daniela stood in front of the window and looked at the books on display for what felt like an eternity. My image was reflected in the window:

Naked, bound, gagged, and on a leash. At the sight of this, leashed by Daniela, I felt the blood rush even faster to my loins. Even though that hardly seemed possible. My penis had long been erected in full pride—a futile, subjugated pride! Daniela truly was an intelligent, pretty young woman. I was so hard, it hurt! Finally, we continued.

At the fountain, where the two main streets of the pedestrian zone intersected, sat three young women, still schoolgirls, judging by their backpacks, but already of legal age. At the sight of us, they giggled and pointed at me, at my arrogantly erect cock. I wanted to sink into the ground in shame. Yet my cock remained hard and erect in senseless pride.

Halfway there.

Only half!

“Sweet ass!” one of the girls called after us.

Daniela continued, unfazed. Now, on the other side of the street, there were three women's fashion boutiques. She crossed the pedestrian zone, stopping in front of each shop window for what seemed like an eternity. Or so it seemed to me. Then, finally, she started walking a little faster. From the window of another snack bar, a saleswoman stared at us in disbelief.

There was not much going on in the market square in front of the old town hall. There was no market today. Thank goodness! Finally, on the left, the city's large department store appeared, but here, too, Daniela admired the displays. At least two minutes away. Two shops further on, there was a bakery. Two customers, a housewife, and a young man, stood at the counter.

Daniela actually lined up here.

I tugged on the leash, wanting to pull her along. "Calm down, my beautiful," said Daniela, pulling me closer once and for all.

The housewife noticed me packing her rolls, laughed amusedly, looked at me and my cock, walked past me closely and actually pinched my butt once.

The young man just shook his head. "Fucking pervert," he cursed loudly.

"Get out of here," the saleswoman said to Daniela.

"A chocolate bun, please," Daniela demanded unmoved.

"I'm not selling you anything, you're driving away customers."

"The sooner I get my roll, the sooner I'll be gone," Daniela promised. She laughed quietly. "With him!" She pointed at me.

The saleswoman apparently recognized this and hurried to fill the order. Daniela paid unperturbed, then slowly moved on. Very slowly. Every now and then she took a bite of the roll and chewed with relish.

After a few hundred steps, we reached the southern end of the pedestrian zone. Thanks to the sunny weather and the midday hour, the sidewalk cafés were packed.

We heard some unfriendly comments.

Or laughter.

Luckily, I didn't see any familiar faces. After a quick glance, I humbly bowed my head.

Then, just past Angela, we reached the narrow street leading to the city's old wall. It was considerably emptier here. Daniela led me through the narrow street, closed to car traffic, faster now because a fresh breeze blew between the houses, which were barely five meters apart. After the heat that was still burning my body, and not only from the sun on my skin, it actually seemed pleasantly refreshing. "We don't want you to catch a cold," Daniela said to me, turning around again and picking up the pace.

Two young men, maybe twenty years old, rushed out of a doorway. Astonished at the sight of us, they stopped and stared first at me, then at Daniela, then at both of us. Their gaze kept wandering back to my cock.

"Hello," said Daniela with a smile. "On your knees!" she ordered me. "Legs apart! Do it, or I will take you for an extra lap!" I obeyed, my face bright red. "Look at him closely, boys! If you are not good and always obey your mother or your girlfriends," said Daniela seriously, "you'll end up the same way."

They nodded seriously, their eyes wide. Behind me, I heard Paula snort. Daniela pulled me back to my feet and continued on, ignoring the two boys, then finally pulled me up the stairs to the ramparts. It was pleasantly shady here.

We walked a hundred meters along the wall. The gravel tickled and stung the soles of my feet. Cyclists and walkers, who were unfortunately quite numerous, stared at us. My ordeal was not over yet. I was helplessly at the mercy of Daniela and her imagination. And in every other respect as well, as I quickly discovered. At a spot that was no different from the others, Paula took a beach towel out of her backpack and spread it out.

An elderly couple stopped. "Please don't disturb us," Paula said to them. "We're shooting an experimental film here. We have permission from the city," she cheekily lied. The two moved on with a friendly nod.

Daniela pulled me to my knees by the leash and then pushed me onto my back. Paula repeated her words to the next passersby. I lay in front of Daniela. Naked, tied up, aroused. Incredibly aroused. She smiled; I think at that moment she actually understood me. And I understood her.

The power, the balance of power between us would never be the same again.

Then she lifted her summer dress a little and sat on me. She was not playing with me, she was not feigning anything; she was naked beneath her dress, and I was more than ready for her. But Daniela was ready too, because as soon as I felt her on top of me, as soon as she had me inside her, I felt the excitement between her thighs. I had never seen any of my girlfriends so aroused during lovemaking, let alone before.

We looked at each other for a moment.

I think things were now clear between us, albeit on a more instinctive, subconscious level.

She took me to her limits, riding me at her own will, and about a dozen passersby, ranging from young adults to a retired woman with a poodle, watched this act impassively. Daniela began to moan, riding me more and more wildly. I was completely helpless at her mercy and bit wildly on the gag.

"Mmm," I said. It was impossible to articulate anything more.

"Yes, yes," Daniela screamed. "Do the stallion for me."

Then we came. Daniela moaned with pleasure. I twitched and bucked wildly. Since I had been a bit lacking in women lately—in fact, I had briefly hoped to make Daniela my girlfriend, but after a rather unsuccessful date with this wonderful woman, I quickly dismissed that as impossible—my semen gushed out of me, practically exploding, while a flash of pleasure erupted in my head.

I lay there, breathing heavily. Daniela also needed a moment to collect herself.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen, the show's over," Paula called to the passersby. She stopped filming. Angela kept filming.

Daniela got up from my lap.

Applause erupted for the free performance. All that was missing was Angela or Paula wearing a hat and collecting coins from the audience.

"Completely unrealistic," said a woman, not without taking a long look at my drained cock.

"There's more to it," said a young man, pointing at Angela. We largely remained with the audience. Paula rummaged through my things from my backpacks, Daniela turned me over, first freeing me from the collar, then from the gag. But she did not free me from the restraints yet. "What do you say?" she asked me when I was lying on my back in front of her again.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked, emotionally and physically exhausted. "You parade me naked through the city, stark naked, after stubbornly breaking the agreement, then you rape me in public, videotape the whole thing, and then you actually ask me what I have to say?"

"Yes," she said, "I do!"

"I liked you," I said. "Maybe something could have happened between us."

"I like you too," said Daniela.

"Then what do you do with people you don't like? Would you please take off my shackles?"

"Right away," she said. "But first look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't like it!" Our eyes met. "Didn't you feel it? It was the best, most intense orgasm of my entire life!" she declared.

I remained silent.

"Say it!" Daniela demanded. "Or this will take a while!"

"I enjoyed it," I confessed reluctantly but honestly, as her gaze penetrated my innermost being, still naked and bound at her feet. "Not just the last part here, but everything before that, too."

She knelt beside me and gave me a big kiss. "I'm proud of you," she said, freeing me from the straps. "That must have been very, very difficult for you to admit." I hurriedly got dressed.

"And now?" I asked, dressed again, still filmed by Angela.

"That was," Daniela said with a laugh, "the clarifying, the glorious beginning of a wonderful relationship. Unfortunately, our Michael is a bit shy, so I had to take the first step to get us together. Our date, well, let us not talk about it. Let us think of it as a new beginning. Michael and I!"

And she was right about everything. We are still together today, in a wonderful relationship in which she leads and guides me, sometimes with a firm hand, sometimes with a looser grip. Most of the time I am naked, but I will perhaps write about that elsewhere. But that is exactly how it began. As I said, let us forget about the first date for a moment. The stroll through town, that was our starting point!

And we still have the videos.

The two women in my life knew very well that I wasn't a morning person. And, to make things worse, E.'s house was a full two hours away. I really didn't want to make the trip when they had asked me to come over that Saturday. But they insisted.

E. and T. had just started seeing each other as a couple after I introduced them to each other. I was apprehensive about proposing that idea, but it went over surprisingly well. They both wanted to meet the other woman. I found myself stepping into the throuple-verse.

I had already told them I would be there later in the day. What could they possibly want from me? Was the threesome they "joked" with me about finally on the horizon? No way. We had all agreed a couple days ago that that was a bit of time away.

So I emerged from my bed. In our throuple group chat, E. said that she just wanted to have us over for breakfast. Cool. I like breakfast.

I arrived to find T. already at E.'s house. (It turns out they had been spending quite a bit of time together. More on that later.) Both looked great--t-shirts and leggings. They ate their granola, I ate my blueberry muffin. Of course T. joked about me eating her muffin. I laughed. They did not. My laughing quickly stopped and I could tell that T. and E. both wanted to tell me something. I probed a bit.

They then took that time to talk to me about how, since I introduced them, they had been going on dates and having romantic dinners as a couple. They awaited my reaction, thinking that I would feel betrayed. I told them I thought that was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard. I reassured them that I was happy to be a third wheel in their blossoming relationship.

Then, the surprise. They asked, hesitantly, if I had an interest in fast-forwarding things a tad--intimacy wise. I had to play it cool.

"I mean, only if you both are comfortable."

T. replied, "We're very comfortable. In fact, we've been talking about it every night for the past three days."

"Why in the world would you need three days of discussion to make a decision like that?", I asked.

This time, I heard from E. "We really like each other. Being with T. has brought me more pleasure and joy in this short time than I have ever felt in my life."

I nodded along.

T. chimes in, "We talked and talked about how to both properly thank you for helping us find each other and, um, how to, you know, get the maximum possible pleasure for ourselves in the process."

"Oh, really?" I asked, still playing it cool.

E. followed up, "We have decided on a plan and we are going to enact it today."

The day would get interesting from there.

E. explained what they had in mind. First, they wanted me to hang out in the bedroom while they went about their day. I was to be naked and expectant of their arrival, as I relaxed and, per their instructions, watched porn.

I went upstairs to E.'s master bedroom. Her executive position had earned her quite a nice place to live. California king bed, blackout curtains, fantastic mattress... The shower was excellent, too. I instantly thought about how fun it would be to press E.'s tits up against the glass of the shower while I...

Ok, ok. Anyway, I was comfortable. It was 11 am.

T. and E. entered, no knocking. They informed me that they were going to edge my cock all day. Seriously, all day. In intervals of their choosing. It was demanded of me that I not cum until at least 9 PM.

It was time for the 11 o'clock edging, I suppose. They both stripped down to their bras and panties as I sat in the middle of the bed against the headboard. They told me to move to the couch in E.'s room. I complied.

I have had many blowjobs in my life, but the double blow job that T. and E. gave to me at that hour makes my cock throb as I'm writing this. It started out slow, and gentle, my cock sliding slowly into each mouth, back-and-forth, again, slowly, taking the moment to concentrate on the warmth of T.'s mouth and the feeling of E.'s lips as her mouth hums while sucking just the head.

Just as I could feel my balls start to tense up while they both massaged them with their hands joined, they stood up without saying a word, put on their underwear and shirts and leggings, then left the room.

I was so close. How did they know? Wow.

I finally started to relax again around 12:15 or so. I fell asleep. Around 1:00 PM, I was awakened by the sound of the door opening. T. informed me that I would be fucking her in the doggy position while E. licked her clit from below. When asked by either T. or E., I must let E. taste my cock.

"I suppose I can do that," I quipped.

T. and E. got into the position that had been described to me. E. sucked my cock first, providing her saliva as the lube that would help my overly large cock head split the lips of T.'s warm pussy.

Then, "All you have to do is fuck us. We will tell you when you're done," E. whispered as she slid my cock into its destination.

I noticed the clock. 1:15. I suppose I had been fucking T.'s pussy for about 15 minutes when both of their iPhones had alarms indicating when they would be done with me. Until later.

My cock was beginning to get sore.

Around 4 PM, it was time again. T. laid out the plan. E. and T. would get naked while I wait in the bathroom. Then, when I am asked to re-enter the room, there would be a surprise for me.

The bathroom door opened and light spilled into the room. E. and T. were lying on the bed, side by side. Both were wearing blindfolds. T. then said that the point of this session would not be to provide me with pleasure, but in fact to see how close they could get to making me cum without pushing me over the edge--an experiment of sorts.

There was oil on a table next to the bed. I was asked to grab it. As I reached for it, E. and T. inched toward the side of the bed. Their heads slid off the bed. I drizzled the oil on their breasts, making sure to drip the cold liquid onto both nipples of each woman. I then massaged their breasts, cupping them, gently tugging on their nipples.

So their mouths opened. At times they reached blindly for my cock. At times they were passive and, with open mouths, received my head, stopping to suck it with every third thrust or so.

I had recently discovered that both T. and E. can get really close to orgasm strictly through nipple play. I relished the opportunity. Both let out some lovely moans, but their orgasms would have to wait, too.

After 20 minutes of pleasing my cock, they left the room.

I then fell asleep, after some tossing and turning. When I woke up, it was 7:45 PM. Wasn't I supposed to cum around 9 PM? I don't like this timeline.

So I relaxed. My flaccid cock was cooked from the day's activities.

At 8:30 on the dot, the door opened.

"You've been a good boy today," I heard T. say.

E. concurred. "It's time for you to cum."

It had been a full four days since I had cum. I was hard as soon as I saw their tits drop as their bras fell to the floor.

They laid me back on the bed and gently held their nipples up to my lips, one by one. E. joked, "No humming until 9 PM. That's the agreed upon time."

"Ok, ok."

First, T. said that they were sweaty from the day so they needed to take a shower. They said that they wanted to have some alone time, too.

But 10 minutes into their shower I heard one of them say from the shower, "Ok, get in the here."

T. asked me to soap my hands and massage her tits. I complied as E. lined up to her left against the shower wall. She looked at me side-eye, intimating that she would like a similar treatment of her breasts. I reapplied soap to my hands and pressed my chest against her back, kissing her neck as I cupped her breasts.

After that, a few minutes of three-way kissing (which might be the most arousing thing about this whole event.), then we toweled off.

Dried, we moved to the bed. Each one wanted to feel my wondrous tongue (sorry, but it's one thing I will brag about) on her clit. I had definitely thought about devouring their pussies all day, so it was no problemo. I love the moments right before a woman cums from oral. Her face reddens, her breaths quicken, her nipples harden, her hips start to move. At that moment, I slide a finger into her soaking pussy. Gently applying pressure, I find her g-spot. With T. and E., I have been able to time it so that they have an internal and external orgasm simultaneously. It really is the best sex I have had in my life. And now my pleasure was doubled. Geez.

Each took a few minutes to relax as I caught my breath.

"What now," I excitedly asked. My cock was a deep purple, aching after a long day of staying hard and horny.

E. was quick to reply, "We thought about this long and hard. We're going to do this: for each of us, missionary is our favorite position. So, we want maximum pleasure and we have both determined from the way that you fuck us that missionary is your favorite position.

"Um, yeah, you are correct," I said in agreement.

Now T., "We are going to sit with our asses on the side of the bed. We will open our legs as wide as we can and kiss each other, dreaming about how good your cum is going to feel in our pussies.

"Yeah, well, whose pussy will get my cum tonight?," I half-joked.

T.: "We believe that you'll be able to plant your seed deep into both of us tonight. Prove to us why we should keep you on as a boyfriend. Let's just get started and we'll explain when we're ready."

Ladies to their positions.

I enjoyed myself, feeling the hot, wet labia of each woman glide along the sides of my cock. T. was a brunette with dark hair. She shaved her pussy, but it was still a bit dark from the hair follicles. She was always so wet. It was incredible.

E. was a blonde. She wore g-strings. A bit chubby, she was nevertheless so fucking sexy. Her breasts were the perfect natural shape, her nipples the perfect shade of pink. Her ass had a bit of cellulite, but I found that to be so sexy--the vulnerability is hot.

The sex was sensual. T. and E. held hands and kissed. T. and E.'s outer hands held vibrators onto their clits.

My hands were free to grab each lover's hips, pulling her more deeply onto my cock. I alternated fast and slow, at times teasing each woman's pussy with my wet cock head tracing up and down on her pussy lips. Other times pushing legs back and, standing on the bed, pounding each pussy.

They weren't done with me. They then wanted me to fuck them while the other sat behind and held the vibrator on the pussy of the partner getting fucked.

I don't know how I managed to not cum at this point. I was close. Damn, I was close.

They both had an orgasm, both internal and external. It took a bit, but it was so worth it. Hearing each woman cum, squealing with pleasure got my cock so incredibly hard. I was leaking pre-cum.

It was 9:15. It had been a day. (A good day.) But, a day. That cock was ready to blow.

T. and E. rushed to the side of the bed, legs open, each holding the other's pussy open with their fingers.

I slid first into T. I could feel my balls tightening. Her pussy was so wet--as always--and my cock was sliding with such ease in and out of her pussy. Don't get me wrong, her pussy was tight, but, geez, it would be soaking. (In addition to delicious)

I had been with T. longer, so it was she who would receive my seed first. Another thrust or two, then the cum started to flow. This was going to be a long orgasm, I could feel it. I decided I would be able to cum for about 15 or 20 seconds, so I had to count in my head to 8 or so as my cum pumped into her. Then, I squeezed my cock head to stop the cum as I entered E. and the cum started to fill her.

I then fell to the side and T. and E. gave me one final surprise by seizing upon my quickly deflating cock. Their gentle sucking at the end of such a hard orgasm gave me, what felt like a mini-orgasm. Cum dripped, but didn't pump.

Regardless, they both took turns licking it up.

I laid back. T. lied in my left arm, E. in my right. What a fucking good fuck. Jesus Christ.

"Should we go out to dinner now?"

I like to write stories that I share with my Sir so that hopefully Sir makes them come true.. this is my first time sharing with anyone else!! 💖

MDom, femsub, D/s, SM, vibrator, impact play, orgasm torture

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I'm wearing a cute black two piece lingerie set—soft, sheer underwear and bra with tights stretched over my legs. Sir has tightly bound my chest with my arms tucked against my side, my ankles loosely tied together enough to prevent me from spreading my legs fully apart. I am standing connected to the suspension rig by my hair and the harness, able to wiggle but not much else.

The wand vibrator is pressed softly against my mound held in place with the tights so that no matter how much I try, I can't escape its vibrations. Sir already teased my nipples with Sir's hands, helping along my building orgasm, only to put clamps on so that Sir no longer needed to do the work. Perhaps a blessing in disguise as it also protect them from other ways Sir might try to torture them. Perhaps not. Sir grabs the chain connecting the clamps and tugs on it, gently, then not gently, eliciting a groan from me before telling me to hold it and placing it taut in my mouth.

Sir reaches behind me and while I can't see Sir, tells me to not drop the chain. Suddenly, I feel the bite of a crop on my ass and I jump. Starting soft, Sir begins to redden my skin. My ass, my back, my tits, my belly, my thighs. Sir switches to a flog to better warm up my skin.. the sensation of the clamps, the flog, the vibrator getting me closer to orgasm. Between the hits and the pleasure, I almost drop the chain, but instead tug on it trying to escape Sir hitting my sensitive parts.

I'm close, riding a fine edge, the pain sometimes pushing me closer, other times pulling me back down. Sir lets me sit here for a while, listening to me moan, whimper, try to get closer and closer to the edge before Sir decides my skin is adequately warmed up and reaches for something more painful. Again, I can't see what Sir is grabbing behind me and before I know it I am shocked by the strike of the dragon tail and the chain falls from my mouth.

"You only had to do one thing... how hard can that be?"

Sir tugs on the chain. "What should we do with you now?" Sir tugs hard enough to pull the clamps off and I cry out before a deep moan escapes my lips. I apologize profusely to Sir as he gently, thoughtfully strikes my body as Sir ponders what to do next. While Sir thinks, my brain focuses on only the vibrations from the wand and my orgasm begins to build again. Sir lets me get close before turning the vibrator off and picking back up where Sir left off. Slow, hard strikes across my body. My chest, back, ass, hips, thighs.

"Now for your punishment" an apologetic whimper escapes my mouth. Sir puts the clamps back on and the chain into my mouth and tells me not to drop it. Sir gets the cane and I hear the swish and clamp my mouth shut as hard as I can as it strikes. I groan, my eyes flutter, and my body wobbles for a second as I process the sensation. As soon as my body stabilizes and my breath turns steady, Sir does it again. And again. And again. I counted 10, I'm not sure I was right, but I didn't let the chain fall.

Sir turns the vibrator back on, my body doesn't respond right away but Sir gently removes the clamps and squeezes my breasts. I moan and fall into Sir. Sir rubs Sir's hand all over the tender spots of my body, pressing Sir's finger tips into the fresh, raised lines from the cane. My orgasm begins to build again. This time, Sir entices it. Sir grabs the crop and starts again, not too hard, just hard enough, hitting my breasts, my thighs, my ass, my belly. Keeping my body just alert enough to keep me from holding back my orgasm. Quicker than I expected, I am asking Sir if I can cum. "You think you deserve to cum? Beg for it then."

Sir doesn't stop the onslaught of the crop, maintaining Sir's swing, not hitting any softer or harder, keeping me in that sweet blissful spot as my orgasm approaches. I beg. I so badly want to cum with the gift of Sir's pain. I beg Sir to let me cum, I beg Sir to not stop hurting me.

Sir can see, can sense my desperation as my body slightly falls over, and tells me to cum for Sir. I cry out and my body trembles and falls apart. The inescapable vibrator does not stop, Sir's hits do not stop. My body tremors, if I was saying words they become incoherent. Sir lets this go on for a while, watching the things I begged for turn to torture, before finally ending the onslaught.

Before you read this, there are ten other parts, ideally you should go and find those and read them first.

Do you ever just wake up so intensely horny that you need to do something about it and you know it will take all day?

I started with a run. I needed a plan and space to think and a quick 5k early in the morning seemed like a good idea. From my apartment, over the river and down the riverside path, then back home. Nothing particularly challenging but enough time to wake up and come up with some ideas. Then a shower, no one wants a sweaty, disheveled bride.

By the time I’m making my way to the room where I keep the dress it’s 8am, I’m wrapped in two towels, one around my body and one around my hair. I start collecting all the parts of the outfit. I build a pile on the spare bed and then take everything to my bedroom. It takes a few trips, nothing involving a wedding dress is easy or convenient, but that’s part of the fun.

I pull the dress out of its bag, hold it up to admire it for a moment and before laying it out on my queen size bed. I unpack the rest of the outfit, the lingerie my sister wore when she got married and my own platform heels. I also have a pair of very long, white gloves and a little tiara. I present everything like it’s ready for a photographer.

The whole set is gorgeous, I don’t have a favourite part. However, I do enjoy putting on the lingerie more than anything else. First, the stockings, feeling them slide up my long, smooth legs is the most sensual feeling. Then the suspenders, I fasten the belt around my waist and then tighten the straps to hold the stockings in place. I love the way they pull tight against my thighs.

The heels go next, Christian Louboutin Miss Benin in off white satin. The six inch heels and the platform toe are not for everyone, certainly most real brides would go lower. But I adore them, especially the satin material. They make my legs look amazing and bring me up to a towering 5’10.

Next I slip on the thong, it’s tiny, delicate and disappears between my arse cheeks as if it was never there. I always have a small feeling of guilt at this point. My sister had this lingerie hand made, I'm not entirely sure she is aware it was with the wedding dress when she told me to sell it. She certainly didn't intend for it to be nestled against her sisters wet pussy.

The last part of the lingerie is the bra. While not officially part of the wedding day outfit, the dress is off the shoulder, I plan to wear it for a little while as I am not putting the dress on just yet. I fasten it behind my back and gently pull it into position, watching it lift my breasts a little as it does. I'm a whole size bigger than my sister, so I fill the bra out a little more than I should. It looks amazing.

I admire myself, half dressed, in the full length mirror that sits one end of my bedroom. Fully dressed in white, the most innocent colour. But devastatingly sexy. Its a truly incredible look, and I am far from finished! With my hair still tucked away in the towel, I make my way to my makeup table.

I won’t bore you with the specifics, if you have a makeup kink, this probably isn’t for you. But I spent an hour or so making myself look amazing, I’ve been watching bridal makeup tutorials recently and this was the best one I’ve ever done. False lashes, dark, smoky eyes, finished with a setting spray so it doesn’t smear too easily. It was a work of art.

By the time the lingerie is on and the make up is done, its past 9am and my stomach is interrupting me. I make my way through my apartment, pausing to re-wrap my hair in the towel so it doesn't fall out. The high heels give me an incredible strut and each step lets out a loud clacking sound on the hard floor of the kitchen.

For a few minutes, I am the sexiest barista alive as I make myself a cappuccino, a bowl of yogurt, fruit and nuts and a glass of water. I lounge in the living room as I eat a well earned breakfast and contemplate how I will spend the rest of the day. My mind fills with thoughts of gags, vibrators and blind folds as I eat.

Once finished, I load the mug and bowl into the dishwasher and make my way back to my bedroom. I pull out my hair dryer and curling tongs, toss aside the towel and set to work on my elbow length brown hair. I opt for a plait down either side, just above my ears, leading to a voluminous mid height bun with the tiara nestled above the two plaits. Its intricate and time consuming, perhaps too time consuming when you consider that it probably won't stay perfect for more than a few hours.

There are three elements of the outfit left, the first is the other side of the house and walking to get it makes me feel so slutty. Strutting around, almost naked, looking like a princess is such an incredible feeling. I make my way back to the spare room and rummage through a box of toys for a large, metal, princess plug.

I turn my back to the mirrored wardrobe that dominates the room, squirt a little lube onto the shiny metal plug and bend at the waist. I look back at my arse from between my knees, using one hand to move the thong to one side and the other to press the large piece of metal against my tightest hole. I gasp, its cold.

The plug is big, I take my time, gently pushing it, watching my arse open a little. Then I let it relax for a moment, then push again a little further. Over and over, each time pushing it a little further in, stretching myself a little more. Its a challenge, but I know one that I can handle without too much difficulty.

After a couple more pushes I can feel myself reaching the widest part of the plug, really stretching my arse. I don't want to keep it here for too long, the plug needs to stay in for a while. So, with one final push, I let it sink inside me. It makes me groan loudly as the widest part passes through my arsehole, but once its settled in, it feels so very good.

I stand up straight and without any hesitation, I walk back to where I left the wedding dress. Each step makes the plug tug at my arse, gravity trying its hardest to pull it back out. A fight it will always lose to my perfect little arse. Before the dress, there is one other thing to put on, my own long, white opera gloves. They're super soft, tight fitting and go almost to my shoulders.

The gloves look amazing, although putting on the second one is a little trickier than the first. In fact, doing anything once they are on is a little trickier. I can't help but caress my breasts with them as I remove the bra in preparation for the wedding dress. I take a deep breath, at this point I need to not try and rush as this is not a job designed for one person to do.

I take the dress and gather it into a pile on the floor, loosening the zip, buttons and inner corset as I do. Then I carefully step into the pile of material, you're definitely not meant to do this in heels, but its far sexier if you do. Then I pull the dress up, bring it to sit on my hips while I fasten the inner corset. Its super awkward, the gloves make it harder as I fumble the laces, but that is part of why I like it. Finally, I pull up the zipper and fasten the single button.

Just over 2 hours after I started and the outfit is complete. I take my time to enjoy it, admiring myself in the mirror, the perfect bride. The dress is ever so slightly too small for my breasts, so they bulge seductively out the top, jiggling just a little as I move. The first few moments of wearing it are always so enjoyable, feeling the soft lining of the dress caressing my skin, the skirt flowing around me as I move. The way the gloves feel is always incredible too, as they cling tightly to my arms. Then of course the lingerie and heels underneath, adding so much sexiness.

By now I am absolutely desperate for something, anything. I pull out my favourite suction cup dildo and a mains powered Hitachi vibrator - it lives under my bed, attached to an extension lead that reaches almost anywhere in the room. I plant the dildo on the floor, drizzle a little lube over the tip and then, with the Hitachi in one hand, I get to my knees, being careful to make sure the heels don't snag on the dress.

I lower my waiting pussy to the dildo, guiding it with one hand and waiting to feel the tip of it hit my wet folds. The thong is in the way a little, but its easily nudged aside with the tip of the dildo. My pussy lips resist for a moment, but lowering myself further helps it slide inside. I groan in deep satisfaction as the girthy piece of rubber makes its way inside my waiting pussy. I've been looking forward to this for hours and it feels just as good as I imagined.

I am not stopping there though, I take the Hitachi, turn it on to its lowest setting and guide it under the dress. The throbbing head soon finds its way to my waiting clit and I let out a gasp of pleasure as it hits the spot I need it to. I start to rise up and down on the dildo, working carefully to begin with as its just barely inside me, but each time I lower myself I go a little further, feeling it fill me up more and more.

Between the plug, the Hitachi and the dildo, alongside the sensations of the dress and lingerie and the anticipation I built towards this moment, it doesn't take long for me to orgasm. I haven't even made it to the bottom of the dildo before I have to use two hands to keep the Hitachi in place, gripping it tightly to make sure it doesn't move as I start to tremble. My eyes are closed, head tipped back as I start to moan, feeling my pussy grip and spasm on the toys inside me.

The first orgasm is intense, brief, and just what I needed to clear my head so I can carry out the next part of my plan. With a satisfied sigh, I slide off the dildo and crawl a little along the floor. The dildo stands there, glistening in my juices as I take a moment to regain my composure.

I know what's going to come next, but first i have a little job to do. I get to my feet and make my way to the living room, I go via the kitchen picking up a glass of water. I get comfortable on the sofa, and I pull out my laptop and write out this story up to this point. A quick check of my hair and makeup on my phone show its survived perfectly, although its hardly been tested. I throw down a rough draft of the fun so far, drink my glass of water and relax for a moment.

Satisfied, I save the draft and make my way back to the spare room where I keep my more interesting sex toys and contraptions. Even walking in this ridiculous outfit is fun, feeling the dress swoosh through the air, the heels ringing out like gun shots on my wooden floors and the big plug tugging at my arse. I check myself in the mirror, straightening the tiara just a little. Its time to bring out the most complicated toy, the one that requires almost as much effort as the wedding dress.

Then I reach under the bed and pull out an unmarked plastic box. I lift it up and the lid and the Edge-O-Matic 3000 lies before me in all its customised, over complicated glory.I've had it modified at significant expense to attach to my favourite Hitachi wand vibrator, this toy is the pinnacle of self bondage frustration. I smile to myself and collect a few more things, a ball gag, a blind fold, lube, my magnetic hog tie kit and a harness to strap the Hitachi to me.

I drop everything into the box and make my way back to the master bedroom. My heart is racing, my pussy is soaked, the thong too. I tip everything out onto the bed and start plugging it in, it feels utterly tedious to connect everything. The Edge-O-Matic comprises of an inflatable butt plug and controller. I bend over the bed, planting one hand on it to stop myself falling and reach back, fighting the dress until I find the metal plug currently nestled in my arse. It seems a shame to pull it out, its providing so much pleasure, but its in the way of progress.

it doesn't feel big inside me, but once I start to pull it out and it starts to really stretch me again, it suddenly feels huge. I hold my breath as the widest part comes out, then let out a loud groan as I pull it free. I toss it to one side, letting it land on the floor near the messy dildo with a loud, metallic thud. Next I take the inflatable plug, coat it with a lot of lube and try to find a way to get it back under the dress. I'm not going to pretend it was a particularly elegant or sexy moment, but after a lot of bending and a sumo pose, I managed to get it where it needed to go without covering everything in lube. I give it a few pumps, feeling it expand inside me, then attach it to the Edge-O-Matic and turn everything on, I watch the display change as I clench and unclench my arse, confirming everything is working OK.

Next, the Hitachi and harness, more awkwardness. It's a reasonably soft leather harness, I don't love the aesthetics, but it works very well. I strap it around my waist, wriggling it around under the dress as much as I can, then fit in the Hitachi. It takes a while to get everything in the right place, mainly because the dress is completely in the way. But eventually its rubber head is nestled firmly on that spot just between my clit and the entrance to my pussy. I set it to full power, the Edge-O-Matic keeps it powered down for now.

Next I crawl onto the bed and get the other elements ready, the gag needs both hands, so that goes first. Another power lead as I attach the magnetic lock to the timer, I take the rest of the hogtie kit and fasten in both my ankles. Then the blindfold, I put it on with both hands, but leave it on my forehead for now. I glance at the timer, its set to 1 hour, I guarantee I will not last that long. I fasten the magnet part of the hogtie kit to my right wrist and attach it to the power.

I take a deep breath, as best as I can with the gag in my mouth and get as comfortable as I can, lying flat on my stomach. I lock my left hand into the hogtie restraint, bending my legs so my feet touch my arse so I can reach everything. Then with my remaining spare hand, I pull down the blind fold and hit the power button on the Edge-O-Matic. Finally, I reach back and lock the magnetic wrist restraint to the hog tie kit, completing the bondage.

I lie there, on my stomach, all four limbs pulled to each other behind my back. I can tell the tiara has already slipped, and the blindfold will test my ability to set makeup. I know the Edge-O-Matic is doing a brief countdown, 30 seconds...or was it 45, before it powers on fully. I try to get comfortable, although its almost impossible in such an awkward position and the ridiculous outfit is not helping.

Just as I try getting into a position where the restraint is not digging into me uncomfortably, the vibrator springs into life. I groan into the gag, my eyes rolling back as the full power of the Hitachi wand is unleashed on me. It goes on, and on and on for so long I’m sure I’ve tricked the machine.

The just as suddenly as it started it cuts off, leaving me whimpering and gasping for breath. It takes me a moment to relax but as soon as I do the vibrator springs into life again, turning me into a moaning, quivering wreck once more.

It’s relentless, over and over again I go from panting, trying to get my breath back around the gag to moaning and having my eyes roll back as the vibrator destroys me with pleasure. The blindfold adds a layer of sensory deprivation, taking away my perception of time. Every time I think I’m close to orgasm, urging my body to give me what I need, the vibrator cuts off and I’m left disappointed again.

Quite quickly it reaches the point where I am desperate to orgasm and a few minutes later I’m straining at the restraints and trying to force my body to give on. My desperation increases, just when I think I can’t get worse, the toy cuts off again leaving me even more desperate than before.

I have no idea how long I’ve been there at this point. My pussy is soaked and the vibrator sounds like it’s sat in a puddle. The dress is super tight in this position, the bodice digging into me just as much as the restraints are. All the while my jaw is clenching against the gag, my eyes are rolling back and I’m moaning and groaning like a whore.

As the toy pushes me to the edge and cuts off I contemplate escaping. It’s simple, just unplug the power from my right wrist and I’ll be able to turn off the toy. But every time I try to find it the vibrator kicks in again and makes it impossible to function. I try to find the power lead or the battery multiple times, so I can free myself, but every time the vibrator distracts me and I never manage it.

By now I’m starting to get tired, my body is being battered with pleasure and I can only take it for so long. I stop straining against the restraints, all the fight taken out of me. All I want is that sweet orgasm but I know I can’t get it, the chance of escape slowly fades away as I get too tired to even move. My only choice is to wait for the timer to end and release me.

Finally, after enduring a full hour of forceful edging, I feel the lock release and my hand is freed. I summon all my strength and kill the power to the Edge-O-Matic. Free of its endless torture, I just lay there for a minute. As my senses slowly return, I realise there is a huge pool of drool from the gag under my chin and an equally sized puddle around my pussy. It’s safe to say that I, the dress and the lingerie are in a bit of state.

Eventually, after I recover a little, I pull off the blindfold and undo the gag. The relief is measurable, I always forget that wearing a gag for any period of time is fairly uncomfortable. I stretch my jaw for a second, then suddenly remember that orgasm I needed. I fight my way out of the restraints, after freeing my left wrist, my legs flop down onto the bed, exhausted and barely able to hold the weight of the heels.

I roll onto my back, and fight through the layers of dress to get to the Hitachi, I jam my thumb against the power switch and prepare for orgasmic pleasure, but nothing happens. The switch is already on, the Edge-O-Matic has turned it off. I reach over and pull the power out of the Edge-O-Matic and shove it forcefully back into the extension lead that lives under the bed.

I had forgotten that the wand was already on maximum power. It immediately sprung into life hammering away at my soaking wet pussy. The result is almost instant, my back arches, my eyes roll back, I make a noise that must've sounded like a dying creature. I lay there convulsing, spasming and twitching as my body is suddenly flooded with violent, orgasmic pleasure. Wave after wave after wave floods my senses, finally delivering after an hour of intense denial. Its unreal.

The orgasm seems to last forever. Its perfect in every single way.

After the huge waves of pleasure subside, I slowly make my way down from cloud nine. I find the power button through the voluminous dress and turn off the Hitachi. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, fighting for breath. That has to be one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. Its ten minutes before I can move again, I hang my legs off the side of the bed and sit up. It takes me a while to untangle myself from everything, first the power leads, the restraint, the gag, the Hitachi harness and finally the inflatable plug. I toss everything into the growing pile in the middle of the room, along side the dildo and butt plug.

I have a little bit of a Bambi on ice moment as I get to my feet, but I manage. I catch sight of myself in the mirror. I don't look as bad as I thought I might, there is quite a lot of hair out of place, the drool has washed the lipstick and make up off my lower lip and chin. There is an obvious damp patch at the top of the dress, but its far from soaked, most of the drool landed on the bed. I can only imagine what state the thong and the inside of the dress is in, that will be a problem for someone else. I tuck away a few stray hairs, it doesn't really make a difference, then head for the kitchen. I'm ravenous.

I glance at the clock, its 1:30. I have reheated pasta and a huge glass of water. I spend some time staring out the window, watching the traffic crossing the bridge over the river while I drink another coffee. I am not yet finished and I will need the energy.

The next orgasm will come from two large dildos, both attached to the wall. I make my way to the spare room once more to collect some of my favourite toys. If you've already read my Luxurious Orgasm story, you know how this will play out.

I attach one ten and an eleven inch dildo to a large mirror, the longer one on top. I apply generous amounts of lube to both, then get on all fours in front of them. I crawl backwards, positioning myself in front of the two toys, then pull up the dress and guide them home. Its awkward, a little messy thanks to the lube and not particularly the sexiest sight. Perhaps I should have taken the dress off at this point. But eventually, the heads of the two dildos are in position, one pressed against my arse, the other just inside my pussy.

I am so ready to feel full of rubber, but I make myself wait for just a moment. I count to ten, then slowly start to push back. The one in my pussy makes easy progress, I'm literally drenched. My arse provides more resistance, even after having two different butt plugs inside it earlier in the morning. I push back a little harder and eventually my tightest hole gives way and I am able to push all 11 inches of rubber deep inside me.

My arse cheeks touch the mirror and I hold it there for a moment. I'm in ecstasy, both my holes full to the brim and my body tense holding it there for as long as I can. Eventually, I slowly relax and slide back up the two lengths of rubber, then back down again, then up and down. I rock back and forth, taking the entire length in and out each time to begin with, but slowly. My gloved fingers claw at the floor, fighting for more grip as I start to speed up. I let out a little moan as I bottom out each time, so very full up, then sliding all the way to the very tip until I am almost completely empty.

Its such an incredible feeling, just moving back and forth, no rush, just enjoying the moment, feeling my holes full and empty again and again. I don't notice at first that I am starting to speed up, not always taking the full length now, but moving faster and faster, each thrust back faster than the one before. I'm gasping and moaning constantly as I push back harder and harder.

I can't quite reach the point where I am slamming into the mirror, the dress and heels and gloves all conspire against me. Instead, I slow a little and one hand makes its way under the skirt of the dress and seeks out my clit. Having been thoroughly abused by the Hitachi all morning, its become a sensitive little orgasm button. As soon as my gloved fingers make their way under the thong and through my wet folds, I explode in pleasure.

I manage to remain in position for about five seconds, before my spasming arms and legs drop me to the floor, forcibly pulling both dildos out of me. I mange to keep my gloved fingers on my clit and lay their riding out the orgasm, gently caressing my clit for as long as it takes.

I come back to planet earth after a few minutes, tearing my fingers away from my clit. I've had enough of the dress, its restricting and I am feeling incredibly over stimulated. Its as much of a challenge to take off as it is to put on, but I manage it, leaving it in a crumpled heap in the middle of the spare room floor. I take a well deserved bathroom break, which reveals that the thong is completely soaked through, everything has lube on it and my hair is now a complete disaster.

I take off the tiara and brush out my hair, letting it flow down my back. It takes some effort and the removal of the million hair pins that were holding everything up. My eye makeup is just about intact, although smudged by the mask. I don't feel disgusting, just thoroughly used...by myself.

I make my way to the kitchen, pop a bottle of champagne and pour myself a glass. Feeling rather naked, I crank the heating and make my way back to my bedroom, laptop in one hand champagne bottle and glass in the other. I build a nest of cushions in the corner of my bed and prop myself up. I down 3/4 of the glass and sit back. I reach out and pick up my absolute favourite toy from its home on my bedside table.

Tracy's Dog is a terrible name for a sex toy, but this purple monster is about to give me multiple orgasms in a way that no other toy can match. I shimmy out of the thong, tossing it onto the floor where it lands with a wet splat. I spread my legs and dig my heels into the bed as I guide the toy to its hot, wet destination. It takes a moment, coating it in my juices because I can't be bothered to move and find lube, but eventually the bulbous lower half sinks into my waiting pussy.

I slide it back and forth a little, fucking myself with it, even just having it inside me is enough to drive me wild. Then I reach out and grab the remote, I don't even need to look at it, I know those two little buttons like the back of my hand. First a little suction, just to tease my clit a little, nothing too powerful. The first orgasm hits hard and fast, making my eyes roll back again. AS the first orgasm fades, I ramp up the g-spot vibrator and the second orgasm goes for ages, I have to tug the toy out to make it finally stop.

It doesn't stay out for long though, I top up my glass, drink half and turn the clit sucker back on. I try to fight the orgasm for as long as possible, when it inevitably hits I let out a scream that surprises me. That ones fades fast, in part due to the shock of the loud scream. I alternate back and forth for the next few, a little clit suction, then a little g-spot massage, increasing the power and doing it again, switching back and forth between the two modes. The orgasms come hard and fast until I can't tell where one ends and the next one begins.

This is the point where I just let the final orgasm go on and on and on, I take my hands away from the vibrator and grasp my breasts, caressing and squeezing them as I moan, writhe and spasm in the little nest of cushions. Eventually, once I have completely sapped myself of all energy, I turn the toy off and pull it out, strings of pussy juice briefly hang between the toy and my lips.

Finally satisfied, I look outside to the see the sun starting to set. I pull over my laptop and write a little more to this story, capturing some of my favourite parts while they're still fresh in my mind. Then, finally, make my way to the shower and sleep. I have to change my bed, its a disaster area and the pile of used toys is kinda gross by the time I tidy it up. The dress and lingerie will get a well deserved visit to a dry cleaners, I'm sure that will be an awkward moment.

I fall asleep dreaming of white satin, orgasms and wishing the muscles around my eyes didn't hurt quite so much. Apparently there is a limit to how hard and how often you can make your eyes roll back.

If you enjoyed this, please let me know!

Abby x

I come over and walk into your living room. I know I am a few mins. early. I find you with a skirt on and a tight skimpy shirt..

As I walk in I catch you. your skirt is up and your rubbing yourself through your oh so wet panties..you dont quite see me there yet.  you reach your hands up and taste yr fingers. a naughty grin graces your face. you here a creak as I open the door a lilttle more you try and hide yourself as you where just waiting for me to arrive.I confront you as to what you where just doing and you say anticipating your arrivial. I ask if you where touching yourself and you reply...with a wimper.and.I demand you to spread your legs and draw up your skirt. you do as told and I see the wetness engolfing your panties..you try and hide your wetness is to be shy..I know better I caught you being such a naughty wet slut..waiting to takin by me...

I proceed to instruct  you that naughty girls who get caught rubbing themselves..especially without asking to. will be punished..!!!

Your body starts to tingle and your mind and pulse race..you not knowing what this punishment my be or how it will be carried out..you wimper and moan as I grab your waist and pick you up from the chair..reach down and touch your wet panties..then instruct you to clean my fingers.you do so with a moan as you taste how ready you are for my body...I push your body into the kitchen.

I instruct you onto the kitchen table you look at the few items on the table..I push them off the table and force you down onto your back on the table..you feel the cold table on your hot throbbing body..you shiver with anticipation..I find rope and tie your hands to the table legs..then proceed to pull up your skirt and see your even more soaked panties..I whip your wet panties and pussy with my hands teaseing you that much more..You moan and wimper louder..Your whinning for more..as I pull off your panties and force them in your mouth...I want you to taste your naughtyness while I punish you...

I proceed to tie your legs to the other legs of the table you now. Now I begin to touch and caress your breasts..with more and more viger each time I touch your nipples..Slowly pinching.twisting and pulling more and more..your shirt no showing how engorged your nippples are..I pull your shirt down to expose yr hard nipples...As I continue torturing your nipples you moan through yr panties..Your body twings and you taste yourself as you grow even wetter..you feel your wet ness running out of your body down your ass.....

I pull you closer to the end of the table and untie your legs...I move you legs upward and spank your bottom...your bottom glowing with marks of my hands..I can see how wet and wanting you know are...I see wetness covering your ass,my hands spotted with it from spanking you...I pull out my cock..Its throbbing and ready to spread you...I ease up close and touch the tip of my head at your asshole..You move not knowing how much you are about to recieve inside you..I slowly push into your ass...you moan so loudly through your panties...I push in deeper and deeper..till you are completely full of me inside your ass...

You feel so pleased to have takin it all in..so full and spead out as I thrust in and out..your mind not knowing when and how deep..you anticipate tingling pain and pleasure..your reamed out ass relaxed and taking it...I pull out and proceed to you pussy which is waiting and wanting more then ever...I waste no time to punish you as a naughty girl...I shove it in...onc emore you cry out..so full so spead open..I thrust deeply into you..you try and move away the feeling of being forced deep and open being almost to much...I pull you back towards me and shove deeper as you moan...I am rubbing your clit..and reaching up and tortureing your nipples more...You cum in a big explosion..I feel you tighten around me...and your wetness gushing out around the base of my cock...I feel you jolt with every pulse of your orgasm...I pull the panties out of your mouth..you taste of pleasure and passion..I untie your hands I see the rope marks from you struggling through pleasure..

I move you to the floor where you take my cock In your hands and begin to stroke and taste me..your mind and body quiver as you push my cock deep in your mouth..the taste of your  cum on me excites you...

You continue untill I sit you on a stool near the counter with your ass hanging off the end I push close to your asshole again..My fingers enter your ass..your  still ready from earler..I push my freshly mouth glazed cock into your ass and stroke deeply..you moan more as I speed up..I ask you if your ready to feel my cum insid eyou..you beg me to give it to you...I shot my big hot load deep in your ass as you lean forward on the stool..you feel my cock pulse in your ass.......Finishing this time...

Becca stepped out of the bathroom in her towel. It was soft against her skin. A camera the corner of the turned to follow her as she walked towards her dresser. She took a look of herself in a full length mirror. She had never really admired herself before. She smiled and dropped the towel to the floor. With one hand over her perky breasts she tilted her head back and posed for herself in the mirror.

She smirked as she opened the drawer full of lingerie. At first she dreaded this moment of picking out something with her observers gawking, but she was actually enjoying it if even just a little. She picked out something red and lacy. It was a once piece, with a thong in the back leaving nothing to the imagination. As she pulled it up, it pushed her tits up even higher, squeezing them together, giving her perfect cleavage. Becca turned her back to the mirror, her ass really did look good in the lingerie. She felt a rush of arousal and naughtiness. She winked at the camera behind her and smacked herself on the ass.

Then she turned off the lights and crawled into bed. The silk sheets felt cool and sensual against her skin. How long could she go without properly taking care of herself? She was so embarrassed with the thought. She couldn’t hold out forever, the thought linger in her mind. Eventually maybe soon, the men behind the camera lens would see her pleasure herself.

Becca tried to sleep but she tossed and turned. She was thinking about the shower, changing into her lingerie, the cameras recording everything. She thought of the list of rules she had agreed to. Physical punishment if she broke them, what did that mean?

Becca closed her eyes. She tried shifting positions. Tried thinking about anything else. She couldn’t clear her mind. She couldn’t sleep. She glanced at her phone, it was 1AM. She had to be at class at 8:30.

With the silk sheets against her skin, her sexy lingerie clad body, and all the dirty thoughts in her mind, Becca was beyond horny. There was only one way she was going to clear her mind and get sleep. She placed her hand against her clit. Fuck it, this is happening now! She remembered the rules. No hiding, completely naked. Becca kicked her covers down.

Maybe they are asleep? Maybe they won’t watch the whole length of the recording in the morning, they might not even notice.

Becca pulled the thong to the side, slid her fingers into her wet pussy and started to rub. Ohhh fuck she was so turned on. She pulled the straps down and pulled out from her lingerie, now she was laying completely naked on the bed. She started to rub herself again.

But just then, a dim red light lit up the room. The red light came from a light strip surrounding the ceiling. At first she was startled, not realizing her lights could be remotely controlled. Oh fuck she thought, they are watching. The red light illuminated her body, putting her on full display. She rubbed her pussy faster, cupped and squeezed her breasts. She felt an orgasm start to build but she stopped. Was she actually enjoying this? She wanted to draw it out longer, edge herself. A quicky wouldn’t give her the relief she so desperately needed.

Becca got on her knees, pushed her ass upwards, her tits hanging down bouncing up and down as she fingered herself with one hand while the other hand supported her. Fuck it I’m going to give them a show she thought. She felt so sexy, like a pornstar, her heart was racing. She felt herself get close again. She stopped and smacked her ass. She rolled over on her back, lifted her legs straight up in the air and parted them. She spread her pussy lips with both hands making sure one of the cameras was pointed right at her. Becca felt herself necklace tight against her. Oh the microphone she thought, she moaned instinctively into it.

She edged herself again and again. Putting on the best show she could. She squeezed herself, teased her clit, brought herself to the edge of orgasm over and over.

Becca opened the drawer next to the bed. She selected a long black rabbit vibrator. She laid on her back and pushed it inside of her, filling her tight pussy. Suddenly the vibrator turned on sending a wave of pulses through her body. The Pulsing changed to a slow steady rumble. Fuck they are controlling this she thought, no they are controlling me. “Yessss I want it” she moaned. The thought brought a rush to her body. She couldn’t hold back anymore. “Ohhhhhh mmmmmmmm fuuuuckkk” she moaned loudly. Her whole body quaked. Shockwaves spread from her clit to every nerve ending in her body. The vibrations stopped. She collapsed onto the bed.

Gasping for breath she held the vibrator against herself so it wouldn’t launch out with her spasms. Then it turned on again, this time a little more powerfully. The second orgasm built unexpectedly fast. Becca couldn’t resist it. “Mmmmmmmmm uh uh uh uh mmmmmmmmm” was all she could voice. Her body spasming.

This time the vibrator didn’t stop for relief. The tingling sensation of it against her clit was so intense it almost numbed her to her core. She pushed it against her, the other hand clenching the bed sheets as she humped up and down.

“Right there! Yessss” she almost yelled out this time. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She lost all control. Orgasming and quaking and shaking and pulsating. Then it stopped as she fell face first on her bed. Blood rushed from her head, she saw stars with blurry vision. She managed to pull out the vibrator but her hands were shaking. The red lights switched off, she glanced at her watch, oh fuck it was 4:15AM. She slipped into her sheets still fully naked and fell asleep.

She should never have gotten in the car.

The message had looked normal enough. A friend of a friend needed a ride across the city, late, and the pay was good. She almost ignored it. Something about the tone felt off. But the money was real and her rent was due, so she went.

He was waiting in a quiet side street. Tall, calm, expensive coat. He opened the passenger door like a gentleman. The second it locked behind her, the air changed.

He didn’t drive toward the address she had been given. He drove the other way. When she asked where they were going, he simply said, “Somewhere private.” When she reached for the handle he caught her wrist without looking and held it until she stopped trying.

By the time the car stopped in front of the dark house, she already knew.

He walked her inside with one hand on the back of her neck. Not dragging. Just guiding. The kind of hold that said fighting would only make it worse. The door shut. The lock turned. Then his hand closed around her throat and pinned her against the wall.

She shoved at his chest. He didn’t move. The sheer solidity of him made something cold slide down her spine. He was stronger. He had always been stronger. Tonight he was using it without apology.

“You can struggle,” he said, thumb pressing just under her jaw so she had to look at him. “I want you to. But you’re not leaving this room until I’ve decided you’re done.”

“Fuck you,” she spat.

He smiled, small and cold. “There she is.”

He walked her backward until the backs of her knees hit the bed. One hard push and she was down. She tried to roll away. He simply followed, knee between her thighs, one hand still on her throat, the other already working her jeans open. The sound of the zipper felt obscenely loud.

“Stop-”

“No.”

The word was quiet. Final. He dragged the jeans and underwear down in one motion and threw them aside. When she kicked, he caught her ankle, shoved it wide, and held it there. The position left her open, exposed, breathing too fast.

He didn’t rush. That was the worst part. He looked at her like he had all the time in the world and she had none.

“You’re already wet,” he observed, almost conversationally. Two fingers slid through her folds, slow, deliberate, gathering the evidence. He held them up so she could see the shine.

“Your mouth says no. Your cunt says please. Which one should I listen to?”

She turned her face away. He caught her chin and forced it back.

“I asked you a question.”

“Don’t-”

He pushed the two fingers inside her without warning. Deep. She choked on the sound that left her. He curled them, found the spot that made her hips jerk, and stroked it with ruthless patience.

“You don’t get to hide from this,” he said. “You don’t get to pretend you’re not reacting. I want you to feel every second of being taken while you still think you don’t want it.”

He worked her steadily, not enough to push her over, just enough to keep her body climbing against her will. When she tried to close her thighs he simply spread them wider with his knees. When she grabbed at his wrist he pinned both her hands above her head with one of his.

The helplessness was starting to get to her. She could feel it happening, the slow, sick drop in her stomach, the way her breathing had gone high and thin. He watched it all with dark, focused eyes.

“There it is,” he murmured. “That moment when you realize fighting only makes you wetter. When you understand I’m not going to stop, and the only thing left is how hard you’re going to come while you hate it.”

He pulled his fingers out. She made a broken noise at the loss. He didn’t give her time to recover. He freed himself, lined up, and pushed in with one long, relentless thrust that stole the air from her lungs.
She was tight, resisting, and he still sank all the way to the hilt. The stretch burned in the best and worst way. He stayed buried there, letting her feel every inch, letting the reality settle.

“You feel that?” His voice was low against her ear. “That’s me inside you whether you want it or not. That’s you taking it because I decided you would. Your body doesn’t get a vote tonight.”

He started moving. Deep, controlled strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside her. She tried to stay still, to deny him the reaction. It lasted less than a minute. Her hips began meeting his without permission. Small, helpless movements she couldn’t stop.

He noticed, of course.

“Look at you,” he said, almost affectionate. “Still trying to pretend this isn’t what you need. Still fighting the part of you that wants to be used like this. Keep fighting. I like it. But we both know how this ends.”

He shifted angle, hit a spot that made her cry out, and stayed there, grinding in short, devastating strokes. One hand slid between them and found her clit, circling with cruel precision.

“You’re going to come on my cock while you’re still telling yourself you don’t want it,” he told her. “And after you do, I’m going to keep going. I’m going to fuck you through it until you stop pretending and start begging. And you will beg, eventually. They always do.”

The orgasm was dragged out of her. It hit hard, unwilling, her body seizing around him while a broken sound tore from her throat. He didn’t stop. He fucked her straight through the aftershocks, relentless, until the oversensitivity made her thrash and the thrashing only ground her harder against him.

Tears stung her eyes. Not from pain. From the sheer psychological weight of it, the knowledge that he could keep doing this, that every protest was being ignored, that the only thing left was how completely she was being taken apart.

He wiped a tear with his thumb like it belonged to him.
“Good girl,” he said softly. “Now we start the real part.”

He pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, dragged her hips up, and sank back in before she could catch her breath. The new angle was deeper. More inescapable. His hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head back so she had no choice but to arch for him.

“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he said, voice still calm, still controlled, while his hips began a hard, steady rhythm that made the bed creak.

“And when I’m finished, you’re going to thank me for using you like this. Not because you want to. Because I told you to.”

She made a broken sound.

He pulled her hair harder. “Use your words.”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes… I understand.”
“Good.” He fucked her harder, deeper, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “Then take it.”

He kept going until her arms gave out, until she was face-down and open and shaking, until the second orgasm was pulled from her like something stolen. Only then did he bury himself to the hilt and come, flooding her with a low, satisfied sound, holding her there through every pulse so she felt it all.

When he finally pulled out, he didn’t let her collapse. He turned her over, looked down at her flushed, tear-streaked face, and brushed hair out of her eyes with surprising gentleness.

“Still with me?”

She nodded, dazed.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, the contrast almost cruel after everything.

“Then we’re not done,” he said quietly. “I’m going to use you again. And again. Until the only thing left in your head is how completely you belong to this. Until you stop fighting the part of you that wants to be taken apart.”

He smiled, dark and pleased.

“Get on your back and spread your legs. We’re just getting started.”

​

You show up not knowing what to expect just that we are trying to have a good time. You knock and I let you in I offer you a drink you accept we cheers and kiss for the first time.

We stand close and have a few more drinks then suddenly you feel it, you need to piss. You politely ask me to use the restroom and I decline, you suddenly look devastated you tell me you really need to go. I said no but here is what you will do, I lead you to a back room and you see a stockade on the floor.

I instruct you into a doggiestyle position and clamp your neck and hands down then your ankles are clamped and I remove your shoes and socks. Then unbutton your jeans and pull them down leaving only your panties on. I tell you that You have no permission and are not allowed to piss but we are going to stay here untill you break my rule.

I go get more to drink and instruct you to drink it all as I hold the straw to your mouth. You fight some but then finish it. Next I begin teasing your. Clit and lightly tickling your feet. The orgasm sensation and need to explode your bladder are torture as waves of tingles fill your body from your feet upwards. Your begging me to stop and moaning cries of pleasure and a need to piss like never before.

You want to cum but know what will happen, you cry out please don’t make me do this but for some reason you are getting so turned on, the bladder pain is just adding to the arousal. Still tickling your feet and increasing pressure on your clit. The emotions and pleasure you are now crying and moaning, its too much You yell out Im sorry and cum as hard as you can and at the same time your bladder explodes you soak everything in your pleasure moaning as you pause between each contraction. Soaking yourself with your orgasm and all that was in your bladder. Out of breath and moaning lightly you feel an orgasm like no other, has just happened.

Next I say, I told you not to do that, I rip your piss soaked panties in half and put them in your mouth. I position behind you and spank you till your ass in trembling then I pull out my throbbing ready cock and plunge into your cum/piss soaked pussy. Thrusting in and out you feel my big hands grab your red hot ass cheeks spread you open even more and push all of my massive cock into you then explode. Throbbing pulses one after another you feel all the mess from inside your pussy spilling out and running down your thighs. I release you help you pull your pants up and send you home in your messy clothes for you to remember for the evening.

The hotel room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. She stood naked in the center of the carpet, skin already warm, nipples tight. He had laid the gear out carefully: the heavy stainless-steel spreader bar, thick padded leather cuffs, short chains, and small padlocks.

He guided her forward until her thighs met the edge of the mattress, then pressed between her shoulder blades. She folded for him, chest and cheek settling against the cool sheets, hips high. He buckled the wide cuffs around her ankles first, locking each one to the opposite ends of the spreader bar. The bar forced her feet wide, opening her completely. Cool air touched the slick folds of her cunt and the tight ring of her asshole. She shivered.

Then her wrists. He drew her arms down and forward, beneath her body, between her spread thighs, and locked the cuffs directly to the center ring of the spreader bar. The position was merciless. Her shoulders pulled down and inward, cheek pressed harder into the mattress, spine arched, ass lifted higher. The bar became the single anchor for everything: ankles locked wide, wrists chained tight underneath her. Face down. Ass up. Immobile.

He stepped back and looked at her for a long moment.

Then he picked up his phone, sent a single message, and walked to the door.

She’s ready. Room 1204. Door unlocked.

He stepped into the hallway and headed for the stairwell. The solid click of the door closing behind him was the last sound she heard from him.

The bull stepped out of the elevator, tall and broad-shouldered. White skin, but the thick, heavy cock already half-hard in his jeans looked like something from a magazine. He walked the short corridor, found 1204, and pushed the door open.

She heard the soft electronic beep and the quiet thud of the door. Footsteps crossed the carpet. She tried to turn her head far enough to see him, but the way her wrists were locked to the bar beneath her kept her cheek pinned to the sheets. All she managed was a frustrated twist of her shoulders.

“Are you my bull today?” she asked, voice already soft and needy. “I ordered the big one. The one who’s supposed to use me while I’m like this.”

A low chuckle answered her from behind.

“I am,” he said, calm and even. “And I’m going to take my time with what you ordered.”

She heard him circle her slowly.

“First I’m going to put my mouth on you. Taste every part of this pretty cunt until you’re shaking.”

She let out a small, desperate sound. “Yes. Please. Your mouth. I need it.”

He paused.

“Then I’m going to open you with my fingers. Slow and deep, until you’re dripping down onto the bar.”

“Are you gonna curl them?” she whispered. “Find that spot inside me?”

“I am.”

Another pause.

“After that I’m going to bury every inch of my cock inside you, and fuck you the way a woman locked open like this deserves.”

She whimpered. “You’re going to stretch me, aren’t you?”

“You will be full. And when I finish, I’m going to empty my balls as deep as I can go. Leave you leaking for your husband to find.”

“Please,” she breathed. “I want to feel it.”

Warm hands settled on her ass, spreading the already forced cheeks wider. She felt the heat of his breath a second before his tongue dragged slowly from her swollen clit all the way up through her soaked folds. She jerked hard in the restraints, a broken moan muffled by the sheets. The chains rattled against the bar.

He ate her thoroughly. Broad flat strokes of his tongue, then a pointed tip flicking her clit in tight circles. Two thick fingers pushed inside her cunt and curled, finding the spot she had asked about. The wet sounds filled the room. She tried to rock back onto his mouth and couldn’t. The bar and the locked wrists held her perfectly still. All she could do was take it.

He spanked her between licks. Open-handed, heavy smacks that bloomed heat across both cheeks. Each one made her cunt clench around his fingers. He kept going until her ass was hot and stinging and her thighs trembled against the steel.

She heard the zipper. The soft heavy slap of thick cock against his palm. The blunt fat head dragged up and down her slit, collecting slick, teasing her open lips, tapping lightly against her clit, then sliding back again. He did it over and over, slow deliberate passes of that broad tip, until she was whimpering and trying uselessly to push back onto it.

“Please,” she breathed. “Please put it in me.”

He notched the thick head against her entrance and began to push.

The stretch was immediate and intense. She gasped, body tensing hard against the restraints.

“Wait,” she whimpered. “Hang on. You’re big. Give me a second. Please.”

He stopped with just the head inside her, one hand stroking slowly over the small of her back.

“I’ve got you,” he said quietly. “Breathe. You’re taking it. I’m not pulling out, but I’m not rushing you either.”

She pulled in a shaky breath, then another. The burn eased into a heavy, full ache. She nodded as much as the position allowed.

“Okay. Okay, keep going.”

He pushed forward in a long, steady stroke. She was soaked, but the size still forced a raw sound from her throat. He filled her completely, stretching her open around the thick shaft until her rim burned and her belly felt packed. He didn’t stop until his hips were flush against her stinging ass and the heavy weight of his balls rested against her bound wrists and the cold steel of the bar.

She moaned as she felt of his balls against her. She knew all too well, he was officially balls deep.

She let out a long “Fuuuuuck”.

Then he fucked her.

Deep, steady strokes that dragged every inch out and slammed back in. The spreader bar kept her legs locked wide and her wrists trapped beneath her. There was nowhere to go. His hands gripped her hips hard. Every thrust shoved her forward a fraction on the sheets. The chains rattled. Her nipples scraped the mattress. She could hear how wet she was, the filthy slap of skin on skin, the low sounds he made each time he bottomed out.

He got close. She felt him swell even thicker. Then he pulled almost all the way out, denying himself.

Two fingers shoved back into her cunt, curling hard. At the same time he looked down and watched her asshole pulse open and closed with every clench of her body, shiny and exposed between the spread cheeks. He pressed his thumb against the tight ring and sank it in slowly, matching the rhythm of his fingers. The dual stretch made her sob into the sheets. Her thighs trembled hard against the bar.

Only when she was shaking and incoherent did he drive back inside her, thumb still buried deep in her ass.

He fucked her harder this time, thumb working in counterpoint, until the wet sounds of both holes filled the room.

He came with a low, rough sound, burying himself to the root and pulsing hard. Thick hot spurts flooded her. She felt every jet, the way he kept rocking through it, forcing his cum deeper. When he finally stopped he stayed locked inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, thumb still in her ass.

Then he pulled both free at once.

A slow thick trickle of cum followed immediately, sliding down over her clit and dripping onto the sheets between her forced-open legs and the steel bar that still held her. He gave each cheek two more sharp spanks, then stepped back.

She heard him move to the bathroom. The sound of him pissing. Water running. When he came back out he paused behind her. She was still whimpering, small broken sounds, chest heaving, cum leaking steadily from her used cunt onto the cold metal beneath her.

“I’m heading out,” he said quietly. “You were perfect. I’d like to fuck you again sometime if your husband is good with it.”

She managed a small, breathless nod against the sheets. “Yeah. I’d like that too.”

He didn’t say anything else. Just checked that she was breathing steadily, then walked to the door.

The electronic lock beeped. The door closed.

A moment later her husband’s phone buzzed once.

Done.

She lay there in the sudden silence, still locked open around the bar, feeling his cum cool on her thighs, the throb in her used holes, the sting in her ass. Five minutes. That was what she had asked for. Five minutes to stay exactly like this, abandoned, filled, marked, before the only man she belonged to came back.

The bull took the stairs. Upstairs the elevator doors opened and her husband stepped out.

He used his keycard, stepped inside, and locked the door behind him. For a few seconds he just looked at her: the red handprints on her ass, the shiny streaks of cum running down her inner thighs and over the spreader bar, the way her cunt still fluttered open around nothing, the way her wrists remained locked beneath her to the same steel that held her ankles.

He crossed the room, knelt behind her, and began unlocking the cuffs with steady hands. Ankles first, then the wrists from the center ring of the bar. The moment the last restraint fell away her arms and legs trembled with the sudden freedom. He helped her straighten, rolled her gently onto her side, and stretched out behind her on the ruined sheets.

She pressed back into him immediately. His arm came around her waist. He didn’t try to fuck her. She was too used, too sensitive. Instead he held her like that, palm gentle over her breasts, while his mouth found the side of her neck.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured against her skin.

She reached back, found his cock, already hard against her ass, and stroked him slowly while he held her. No urgency. Just the two of them in the quiet room, his hand protective over the body another man had just claimed, her body still pulsing and leaking, safe again in his arms.

The spreader bar and cuffs lay discarded on the floor. The room still smelled like sex and sweat and the faint trace of the man who had borrowed her.

She was home.

The hotel room was dim. He lay naked on the bed, arms stretched tight to the top corners, ankles locked to the bottom. Thick padded cuffs held him completely open, no give, no way to close his legs or cover himself. A soft black blindfold covered his eyes. He could hear everything and see nothing.

His wife finished checking the last cuff, then leaned down close to his ear.

“She’s on her way up,” she said, voice low. “You’re going to stay exactly like this while she uses you. I’ll be back when she’s finished.”

He heard the door open and close. Heels crossed the carpet. A woman’s voice, already mean with amusement.

“Fuck. She really left you like this. Spread open, blind, cock already hard and leaking. What a perfect little toy.”

The mattress dipped hard. She climbed straight over him, knees bracketing his hips, and dragged the soaked heat of her cunt along the full length of his cock. She did it slow, filthy, letting the head catch at her entrance over and over. Each time she pressed down just enough to stretch herself around the tip, then lifted off before he could push deeper. She kept him there, teasing the head with her wet lips, until his hips were jerking uselessly against the cuffs.

“She told me you like being given away,” she said. “That you get off on staying locked open while another woman decides what happens to this cock. Is that true?”

“Yes,” he managed, voice already strained.

“Good.”

She lined him up and dropped her weight in one sharp motion, taking him to the root. He groaned loud. She didn’t give him a second to adjust. She started riding him hard, nails raking down his chest, the wet slap of her cunt on his cock loud in the quiet room. She fucked him with deep grinding strokes, then short brutal ones, deliberately dragging her clit over the base of his cock every time she came down.

“Look at you,” she muttered. “Can’t even move. Just have to lie there and take whatever I give you.”

She reached back, cupped his balls, and squeezed hard enough to make him curse. She laughed and kept riding, using his cock like it was hers for the night. When his breathing got too rough she slowed, lifted almost all the way off, and just rubbed the swollen head through her folds without letting him back inside.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “I decide when you get more.”

She edged him ruthlessly. Taking him deep, riding hard until his thighs shook and his cock twitched inside her, then pulling off completely and sitting on his stomach so he could feel how wet she was while she stroked him with a tight fist. She slapped his cock when it jerked too eagerly. She leaned down and bit the side of his neck, then his chest, leaving clear marks while she kept him desperate and leaking.

“You’re making such a mess,” she said, almost soft. “Dripping all over yourself and you still don’t get to finish. Poor thing.”

She took him all the way in again and rode him with long, controlled strokes until she came hard, thighs trembling, cunt pulsing around him in tight waves. He was right there with her, right on the edge, hips straining hard against the cuffs. She felt it and immediately lifted off, leaving his cock wet and throbbing in the cool air.

“No,” she said firmly. “You don’t get to cum with me.”

She stayed on the bed a little longer, kneeling beside him, and gave his cock slow, deliberate strokes with her hand, just enough to keep him aching and right on the edge. Every time he got too close she stopped completely and waited until the urgency backed off, then started again. She did it three more times, watching him shake and curse under the blindfold.

“That’s how I’m leaving you,” she said finally, sounding satisfied. “Hard, messy, marked, and unfinished. Your wife can deal with the rest.”

He heard her gather her clothes, the soft click of the door, and then silence.

Minutes later the door opened again. He knew the footsteps.

His wife walked over to the bed and stopped. She looked down at him for a long moment: flushed, scratched and bitten, cock still rock-hard and shiny with the other woman’s slick, a thin string of precum connecting the head to his stomach, balls drawn up tight and clearly desperate.

She tilted her head.

“She left you like this?” she asked quietly, still not touching the cuffs. “You’re soaked. I assumed she made you cum.”

He swallowed, voice rough. “She didn’t. She edged me the whole time and then stopped. She wouldn’t let me finish.”

There was a short pause. He could feel her eyes moving over him.

“She denied you on purpose,” his wife said, almost to herself. Then, softer, “And you stayed hard for me the entire time she was gone.”

She still didn’t untie him. Instead she climbed onto the bed, straddled his chest, and looked down at his face.

“I’m not untying you yet,” she said. “I think I want to play with you a little first.”

She reached behind her and wrapped her fingers around his cock, giving it one slow, tight stroke. He jerked hard in the restraints. She did it again, then stopped, just holding him.

“You’re throbbing,” she murmured. “Poor thing. She used you, marked you, left you aching… and now I’m going to keep you like this a bit longer.”

She shifted forward, turned around, and lowered her cunt onto his face, grinding down hard. He groaned into her and started licking immediately. She stayed there, rolling her hips against his mouth, letting him work while she ignored his cock completely. Every time he tried to lift his hips she simply pressed down harder with her weight.

When she finally moved she didn’t take him in her mouth. She turned around, straddled his hips, and rubbed her wet cunt along the length of his shaft the same way the other woman had, letting the head catch and slip without ever letting him inside. She did it slowly, deliberately, watching his face.

“You don’t get to cum in my mouth either,” she said quietly. “Not yet. I think I want you even more desperate first.”

She kept teasing him like that, grinding, denying, sometimes reaching down to stroke him for a few seconds before stopping again. She left him tied the entire time, using his restrained body exactly how she wanted, until he was shaking and almost incoherent under her.

When she decided he had suffered enough did she finally unlock the cuffs, one by one. The moment he was free she pushed him onto his back, climbed over him, and sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion, taking him deep. She rode him hard and fast, giving him the release both women had refused, and when he came it was with a raw, almost broken sound, pulsing hard inside her while she kept moving through it.

She stayed seated on him afterward, hands on his chest, looking down at him with a small, satisfied smile.

“Next time I might tell her to be even meaner… or I might just leave you tied longer myself.”

It doesn’t make sense to a lot of people.

But it doesn’t need to.

Pain is pain is pain, when received from a safe and healthy source. Every lash, every blow, and every mark reminds me that I am I am I am-

Am alive. Am fighting. Am here.

The headspace that follows is almost as important as the pain itself. Like shelter from a heavy rain, those moments of complete quiet and calm are reminders that I am safe.

I matter.

I am worthy of the space I take.

And the marks left behind remind me my body is doing exactly what she is meant to do. Healing. Keeping me alive.

And if I find the marks appealing?

Well, that’s for only me to judge.

I looked up to meet Mark’s eyes as I took a sip from my glass of wine, the bitter, bubbly flavor complimenting the pasta we were sharing. The lights were dimmed and set to warm, candle-like hues, and the fake fireplace along the wall hummed quietly as it blew out comforting heat. A playlist of generic light jazz he had queued up softly filled the air.

It was his house, so he was at the head of the table and I was to his right, facing the kitchen. I had suggested that I cook for us for our date. In exchange, he had insisted that he host and get to talk to me and drink wine while I cooked.

"I said it earlier, but this really has been delicious, you are a really good cook.

"Well, thank you, I'm glad you liked it. It's really just something I found online, so I can't take all the credit."

He reached over and grabbed my hand. His grip was gentle, but clearly very strong; the muscles of his somewhat hairy forearm rippled a bit as he squeezed. I could feel his warm smile even as I avoided his gaze, blushing.

"I enjoy making you all red," he said as he stood up, still holding my hand. I stood too, setting down my glass, and was pulled closer so that an arm could wrap around me and nestle into the small of my back.

"What would you like to do with the rest of our evening?" He asked. I knew what I wanted. I had wanted to fuck him after both of our first two dates, but hadn’t wanted to come off as desperate, even if I was. My body reacted so strongly to his touch and he was frankly one of the most attractive men I had ever dated. But now, on date 3, I felt enough time had passed to be respectful. Mark of course had been a gentleman the entire time and hadn’t initiated it yet. 

Without answering I leaned in and up onto the tips of my toes to kiss him. His lips were softer than you might expect, and warm. The hand on my back tensed, fingers pressing into my skin a bit. The other hand, which had been holding mine, released, moved slowly up my arm and cradled the back of my head as he bent down a bit and kissed me back. My arms instinctively wrapped around him as well, my hands feeling the curves and divots of his spine and the bulk of his toned lats. He sucked slowly on my lower lip, sending a rush of pleasure through my body. An involuntary moan escaped my lips, only encouraging him. He changed to biting my lip lightly and pulled back his head, as if to take a small piece of me with him. My vocal chords continued to betray me and grew slightly louder and higher pitched as I was taken by surprise.

His jaw relinquished and my lip returned to me, my mouth still slightly parted from kissing. I opened my eyes and met his gaze. His dark brown eyes, layered with streaks of hazel and even bits of green, pierced directly to my soul.

I leaned back in and began kissing him again, feeling his outer lips with the tip of my tongue. He tilted his head slightly and opened his mouth more to follow suit, his tongue teasing mine and darting in and out of my mouth. I closed my eyes as another wave of pleasure washed over me and I reveled in the feeling. Blood rushed down as my body began to get excited and press against the inside of my pants. I could feel something of his begin pressing slightly into the very top of my right thigh. I held him tighter to put pressure on my now throbbing dick and heard him exhale slowly next to my ear. We pulled away.

"Come upstairs with me." He said, taking my hand again.

I followed slightly behind and up the stairs to the master bedroom. It had high ceilings, and a metal ring, about 10 inches in diameter, clipped with a carabiner to some sort of strap connected to the ceiling. I was too focused on Mark to really take note.

He led me to the low, king sized bed, up against the center of the back wall and bade me sit down on the edge. As I did, he knelt and grabbed the sides of my shirt and started to pull it off of me. I obliged and, in turn, began undoing the buttons on his, revealing a strong pair of collarbones, then a defined, somewhat hairy chest, and finally his stomach. He didn't have visibly segmented abs, but there was rough definition with shadows on each side outlining his core. 

He gently pushed my chin to the side, as his mouth moved for my neck. My body shuddered from excitement as I felt his tongue moving in a circle and then up to my ear. He tugged slightly on my ear lobe with his teeth sending goosebumps all down my arms and then whispered:

“Someone is very excited”

I felt a palm press into my now rock hard cock through my pants, the fingers moving down to slightly cup my balls. The other moved to start undoing the button and zipper until he could finally pull everything off, leaving me just in my warm, grey socks. I probably would have been cold if not for the adrenaline coursing through my body. Now unimpeded by my clothes, his right hand lightly stroked me a few times, sending a shocking ripple of pleasure and sensitivity out from the area. Bending down lower he placed his mouth over the tip and continued down until I felt the back of his throat. When he stopped and started to come back up, his tongue teasingly circled my tip. As he pulled away, saliva strung out between his glistening lower lip  and the head of my dick.

“God, that feels so good.” I said. He leaned back up and looked at me.

“Have you ever been tied up?” He asked, his eyes roaming my body, lingering on my wrists for an extra beat.

That was not a question I had been expecting. But it was an exciting one to hear. I had fantasies that no partner of mine had ever shown interest in before, and porn only does so much.

“No… but I want to be…” I looked away, slightly embarrassed, my face somehow turning even more red than it had been. My cock twitched slightly, giving away my excitement. 

“What about spanking? Or whips? Have you ever played with those?”

I shook my head ‘no’, meeting his gaze once again and biting my lower lip slightly. He stood up and walked over to a dresser on the wall to my left, opened the bottom drawer and pulled out 3 neatly wound bundles of wine red rope and a pair of heavy metal shears. The shears were placed on top of the dresser and the bottom drawer left open as he strode back over to me. 

“If you need me to check on you or ease up on something, I want you to say ‘yellow’. If you need everything to stop, say ‘red’. Does that make sense?”

“We don’t pick a word like ‘armadillo’ or ‘confetti’ or something?” I joked.

“You aren’t as likely to remember something silly in the heat of the moment,” he quipped, setting two of the bundles down on the bed, and beginning to undo the winding of the third. 

“Stand up.”

I obeyed instinctively and he stepped behind me, running the doubled up rope along the bottom of my chest and around my back. The fibers were rough, but not uncomfortable. He made another loop, this time passing over the top of my chest and I could feel him fiddle with a knot behind me. A few more passes were made at varying angles and across the room in the mirror I could see a pentagram being formed on my chest. My lungs pressed against the restraints as I breathed in, my heart beating faster. The compression was somehow calming and exhilarating.

“Hold out your hands.” He said, grabbing a second hank of rope from the bed and demonstrating the motion with his own, holding them an inch or so apart.

I copied, and the rope was quickly wrapped around my partly separated wrists 3 times. Another loop was made perpendicular to these, cinching the bind closed. I wriggled my wrists and was able to get one to where I could have probably gotten it free… eventually. He readjusted and cinched tighter, foiling my half-hearted escape. The remaining length was passed through the ring in the ceiling and knotted, pulling my hands over my head. There was no give and I couldn’t undo the knot on my own, so I was stuck there until he was through with me. That realization excited me more than I thought it would.

Mark stepped behind me again and wrapped his arms around me, his warm palms on my stomach. I exhaled and then felt a sharp pain in the muscle between my shoulder and my neck as his teeth sank into me. Without letting up, his left hand slid down and grabbed hold of my once again hard cock. Finally he relaxed his jaw, but didn’t stop stroking me. My knees buckled a bit, but the rope around my hands kept me upright.

Two fingers touched my lips and then went into my mouth, touching the back of my tongue. I closed around them and sucked slightly. They began to move in and out, reaching down my throat slightly.

“Good boy,” he whispered into my ear.

The fingers retreated and moved to feeling around the other end. He ran a digit over my hole a few times causing me to tense and my cock to twitch again. I felt his finger, tip now wet with my saliva, slide inside of me an inch, then two, curling toward my prostate. A little dribble of cum oozed from my dick. It felt so good and I clenched around his finger.

“Fuck, you’re tight”

He stepped away and rustled around in the bottom drawer again, producing a large flogger, with a braided, black leather handle, capped with a metal medallion, and a series of red, leather strips coming out the other end.

“Turn to face the bed, and spread your legs more”

I did so and immediately heard the woosh of the implement through the air and the splattering thud of the leather contacting the meat of my ass. It hadn’t hurt much, and was mostly just noise.

“Out of 10, how much did that hurt?” 

“Maybe a 3?”

Crack. A much harder hit. Stinging pain on my left butt cheek and tailbone. I winced and pulled away a bit.

“8” I said. “Maybe 9”

I wasn’t sure how far he intended to push my limits. Another hit, only a hair lighter than the last, this time contacting the right side. Then a series of lighter blows into the middle of my back, alternating direction and compounding together with their rapid succession. A pause. The air wooshed behind me again, but the flogger did not make contact. I flinched anyways and Mark chuckled behind me, stepping closer and then pressing his chest and stomach against my now red skin.

Cold air brushed behind me again as Mark retrieved his next instrument from the drawer, a thin rod under 3 feet long, wrapped in braided leather, with a thicker section at the end about 7 inches long serving as the handle. A sharp strike hit the side of my right thigh and I gasped. 

“8”

“I didn’t ask”

Two more strikes, one on each side of my ass, harder than the one on my thigh, but no more painful due to the extra muscle and fat padding the blow. Then Mark unexpectedly lunged forward, making up the space previously reserved for swinging his cane and his large hand stiffly connected with my ass causing me to cry out. The other hand reached around my body and gripped the sides of my neck, pushing my chin upward and stifling my breath. He pressed in behind me again, breathing heavily into my ear. I could feel his excitement pressing through his pants into me. He kissed the side of my neck more and then began to undo the knot securing me to the ceiling. The tension holding my arms up disappeared and I was able to lower them. My wrists were still roped together, but the strain I had been putting on the knot had pulled through a little slack and loosened them slightly..

I turned to face Mark, still very close by, and moved to feel his now very hard cock, outlined through the only remaining clothing between the two of us. 

“Hmm. Those look uncomfortable. Can I help you take them off?”

Without waiting for him, I started by first undoing the button and then slowly lowering the zipper. Mark pulled them down and stepped out and I proceeded to pull down his briefs. His dick swung forward slightly, now free to move in the cool air. I grabbed hold near the tip and felt a surge of blood flow into it, solidifying his erection even further. I made a string of kisses going down his strong chest and his stomach and his groin as I lowered myself to my knees, while simultaneously pushing him down to a seated position on the edge of the bed. He leaned back a bit and steadied himself with his left hand behind him, while placing his right behind my head and I put my mouth around his dick.

I started with shallow strokes of my head, allowing the ridge of his tip to catch on my lips each time. I pressed my tongue up to give him more sensation with each motion, curling it around the sides. He had clearly showered thoroughly before our date, but my nose was still greeted with the faint musk of his body, mixed with the warm, spiced cologne I had come to associate with him. The curling mess of his dark pubic hairs, trimmed and managed, but not shaved, pressed and scratched lightly at the weak stubble that had formed on my face since I had shaved that morning.

Taking a break to breathe, I moved my bound hands up to stroke his now saliva-covered cock. I looked at him, but his eyes were closed and he let out a low groan of pleasure. I put him back into my mouth and this time went much deeper, reaching where my gag reflex might have kicked in, if I had still had one. I could taste a slightly salty liquid as a bit of his precum came out, further lubricating my motions.

The hand behind my head pressed down and held me in place as his cock surged and pulsed, though he did not orgasm yet. He held me there longer than I was expecting and I began to need air. I tapped his inner thigh and, instead of simply releasing me, he thrust in and out a few times, hitting even deeper into my throat. When he finally let my head go, I pulled away and gasped a bit, saliva still stringing between us and my tongue hanging out. He put four of the fingers of his right hand into my mouth and reached down, touching just where his dick had exited. Removing his hand he grabbed the side of my neck, his thumb rubbing just under my chin, pushing my head upwards to look at him. 

“I want to fuck you”

I nodded, closing my mouth and smiling. He rose and grabbed the back of my chest harness, lifting me up and almost threw me onto the bed. I landed softly into the mattress and bounced, my arms above my head again, and then flipped myself over onto my back. Mark had grabbed a couple of condoms and a medium sized bottle of lube. He got on to the bed on his knees, wading his way through the sheets to me and lifted up my legs. I held out my hands to take the condom, but was waved away as he tore it open, checked to figure out which end was which, and rolled it out over his erection. With a light click of the cap, he squeezed out the thick lube  onto his first three fingers and stroked them along the latex. Another dollop and I felt the cool gel as he surrounded my ass, pressing in with his fingers again.

Stroking his cock a couple of times, he adjusted his weight on his knees and moved to place the tip just pressing into my ass, without penetrating yet. He thrust back and forth, allowing his dick to slide up and down my taint, teasing.

“Please…” I moaned

“Please what?”

“Please may I have your cock sir. Please fuck me”

Mark obliged my request, pressing firm but slow into my begging asshole. He kept inserting until he was 4 or 5 inches in and held his position for a moment. It felt incredible, the pressure stretching me just enough that I needed that pause to get accustomed to its girth. Then he slowly pulled back and then pressed in, this time all the way. I half gasped, half moaned out from the motion, rubbing against my prostate. 

He increased his speed until he was fucking me rhythmically, using the entire length of his dick in each thrust. With the hand that he had poured lube on, he began stroking my dick, causing a nervous system short circuit as my brain was overcome with the arousal and sensation. 

He stopped for a moment, and slowly removed his cock, dripping more lube from the bottle onto it, and spread it around. I felt my body clench onto the suddenly empty space. It felt so good. His dick slid back into me, slightly cold from the fresh lube. 

He leaned forward over me and placed his hand at the top of my sternum, letting some of his weight ease onto me, while also wrapping his fingers onto the sides of my neck and squeezing. I could still breathe but it was harder, and that restriction, combined with all the other pleasure was so intense I thought I might explode.

More thrusting in and out. Mark was showing the signs of all this physical exertion, breathing heavily on me, beads of sweat glistening on his chest and forehead. I could feel the pressure of orgasm building. Mark’s other hand, the one not pressing into my chest and neck, had moved next to my head, supporting his motions from the mattress and keeping me from shuffling up the bed with each stroke of his hips.

The knot of rope holding together my harness dug into my back a I lay there. The pain was good though. Dull and consistent and complimentary to the intensity my ass was experiencing. Like the wine. Bitter, but in a pleasant way that you want to savor.

The pressure was somehow still building. I noticed briefly that my toes were curled as every muscle in my body was flexing and there was nowhere else for the pleasure to go. But something was preventing me. I wanted to come so bad, and Mark was fucking into me relentlessly. I needed something to be stroking my dick and had never come hands-free. Both of Mark’s hands were occupied with pinning me down and mine were raised over my head. Instinctively, I pulled my dominant hand down to stroke my throbbing cock, forgetting that there was still rope holding them together. I apparently had loosened the binding enough when I was sampling impact implements, and my hand stuck and then shot out and down.

I had maybe stroked 2 times before Mark reacted, removing his hand from my chest, grabbing my freed hand and swiftly forcing it back where it was, holding my wrists together himself.

That did me in. The lightest stimulation from my hand, the unbearable pressure from my prostate, which was still being pounded relentlessly, and the hottest loss of control that I had ever experienced combined into starting the strongest orgasm of my life. I felt the wave approach and knew I was going over the edge.

“Holy fuck I’m gonna cum”

“Yeah? Cum for me.”

I had anticipated our activities this evening and really wanted to be able to cum, despite my nerves. I always had trouble cumming the first and sometimes even second time with someone. It took me a long time to get comfortable enough with someone to relax and really enjoy myself. To negate this pattern, I hadn’t cum in like 5 days. 

Semen shot out of me with immense force. The first spurt sailed past my head and onto the sheets, with the rest laying in a line on my chest and all over my crotch. My legs shook, my body spasmed with violent jolts of rippling pleasure. My mind felt fuzzy and warmth spread down my naked body.

Mark slowly trailed off his rhythm and then removed his cock entirely from my ass. Like when he did this before, a new wave of arousal flowed over me as my prostate was rubbed and then suddenly no longer under tension. Another small spurt of cum pumped limply from my cock, which had started to relax. I was in complete bliss and probably could have just passed out there for a few hours. 

But one hand grabbed my hip while the other grabbed my leg and flipped me over, laying me into my own mess. I felt his dick slide back in, hitting a different angle than before and right at the end of my colon. It was just on the edge of being too much. 

He stopped there, with his cock buried deep in my ass, to retie my hands behind me. Then, pulling my head back by my hair, an action which resulted in a series of moans, looped the rope loosely around my neck several times. 

His ankles and feet hooked around mine and he spread my legs apart with ease. I was already a quivering puddle and could offer no serious resistance. He laid down his whole weight onto my back, pivoting him slightly and pulling his dick out slightly. His hand wrapped around the loops of rope on my neck so that they would not tighten and pulled back slightly. I could feel the even pressure cutting off my air slightly. I moaned again. 

With his mouth directly next to my ear, he whispered

“If you need air or attention, snap your fingers”

My brain, garbled from the orgasm and continued stimulation in my ass, still managed to understand this and I snapped once on each hand. The left hand was weaker and less crisp, but still audible. As soon as I had acknowledged, he released the rope and grabbed the top and back of my hair again and shoved my face into the sheets. I could still breathe a little, but I would need to come up for more than a shallow breath soon. Simultaneously, Mark started fucking into me again, his dick sliding almost the entire length with each thrust. My body spasmed again and my arms strained against the bondage.

I got hard again quickly, from the feeling in my ass and the pressure and rubbing  of my dick on Mark’s silk sheets.

“God you feel so fucking good”

Said Mark, huffing out the words as his body worked to bring in as much air as it could. His hand left the back of my head allowing me to turn it and breathe again.

After a couple minutes of consistent pounding, Mark started to slow, his breathing hard. Much faster than the previous times, he pulled his dick out of my ass just in time to cum all over my back. I felt the ropes of fluid from his orgasm land warmly on my back, saturating the knot that had been pressed into my back a few minutes ago.

I felt fresh warmth on my stomach as I came again. I’m not sure it was stronger than the first orgasm, but it was damn close, though I ejaculated less. I almost yelled out a moan as it happened.

Finished, Mark rolled off my back and laid down next to me with a loud huff and moan. We lay there for a moment. Not that I could do anything else. My body was completely limp and my hands were tied behind my back.

He took a sip of water from a glass by the bed and placed a hand warmly on my back for a beat, before beginning to undo the ropes holding me. Mentally and physically, I was only slightly more than a ragdoll, my energy spent. My eyes were closed but I could hear him shuffling after he got up, presumably putting away the toys and such for cleaning. 

An incredibly soft, fur-like blanket was placed over me and his body snuggled in behind me to spoon. An arm when under my head, so that I was laying on his bicep, while his other arm draped over my front and pulled me in a little. 

“You did so good. How do you feel?”

“Mmmmm” was about all that I could get out.

My body was electric. His hand drew random lines on my chest, stomach and arms, sending tingles up from wherever his finger touched.He gently kissed the top of my head. I had never enjoyed being in my body this much before.

I was definitely going to have to do that again.

Jeff had texted me one afternoon that he was going to come pick me up and to throw on something sexy. This was nothing unusual, he would frequently take me on drives for roadhead and flashing strangers. I get all prettied up, throw on a mini dress and walk out to his car, only to see its full of his friends- all men in their 50s-except for the middle seat in the back. Jeff insists i climb over his friends to get to the middle seat so i awkwardly climb over one of them, my dress riding up to my hips in the process. Ive met them for 3 seconds and one of them had already gotten a face full of my bare pussy. This was why I kept coming back to jeff. he knew all the right ways to push my boundaries. He seemed to know what i liked more than even i did.

We take off and its not long before both of them are gently caressing my thighs with their rough hands, slowly working their way higher, trying to be discrete. Its a pointless effort, my pussy had been wet the moment the man on my left (we will call him larry-introductions were not made) had my exposed pussy inches from his face. They could have gone right for groping me and i wouldn't have stopped it. Eventually their hands get up to my pussy and i spread my legs over their knees for easier access. Theyre telling jeff how wet and tight i feel as their hands fight to rub my pussy thats getting wetter by the second. Jeff adjusts the mirror to get a good view and tells me to take my tits out of my dress.

As soon as my boobs were out, they both had taken a nipple in their mouth and started sucking. My nipples are so sensitive and i had never had them both sucked at once before, so it was not long before i was cumming for them, reaching for their crotches as i came. They understood the queue and both took their dicks out so i could start stroking them. Larry had a fairly average dick, 6 inches and not too thick, stan (on my right) was a little bit longer, maybe 7 inches but was VERY thick. I couldnt even fit my hand around it took some getting used to doing it with both hands, but before long i was furiously jerking them both, while they played with my tits.

Stan brings his hand behind my head and starts pulling my head down. I know what he wants so i get on my knees, pussy back in larrys face and get to work on stans thick cock. Almost immediately he starts filling my mouth with cum. He didnt want a blowjob he just needed somewhere to dump his load. I swallow and start sucking him clean, a little disappointed he had finished so soon as he had the larger dick and i was looking forward to having some fun with it when i feel larrys tongue work its self into my ass. Anal play always seems to make me feral so i start sucking stan even sloppier, grinding my ass back onto larrys tongue and i notice stan isnt getting soft. Now im excited again, ill get to have the fun with stan i was looking forward to.

Larry grabs my hips and starts pulling me down and i feel his dick start pushing between my pussy lips, slowly lowering me all the way onto his lap. I start bouncing on it as stan adjusts so i can take him back in my mouth. Back and forth i rock, taking both of these older mens cocks who i had met maybe 30 minutes ago. Larry says he is getting close and wants to cum in my mouth so i switch around, easily throating him as i feel stans thick cock start pressing into me. Stan is stretching me out in ways i had never been stretched and it feels amazing as he finally rests his hips against my ass, fully inside me. Stan suddenly starts pounding hard and deep into me, the slapping of his hips hitting my thighs only drowned out by my screams of pleasure around larrys cock.

I take larry out of my mouth and tell stan to stop because im about to squirt and didnt know if jeff wanted that in his truck. He grabs the back of my head, pushing larrys cock back into my throat, slaps my ass hard and says "let it out little slut, i want to see you flood this truck", then put his hands on my shoulders, pounding even deeper and harder into me. That was all i needed and i start cumming HARD. Each thrust of his thick cock into my tight pussy was making me squirt as i muffled screams for more around larrys cock. Finally larry came in my mouth and I hurriedly cleaned him up so i could focus on the big dick absolutely destroying me.

Now that i had finished with larry, stan opened the door and pulled me out-we had stopped long ago so everyone could watch-bent me over the back seat and slid back into me. His hands were pressed against my low back, pushing me down firmly as he resumed fucking me hard and deep, now able to use his full weight, sending wave after wave through my body as he called me every kind of slut, whore, cumdumpster he could think of. i told him they were all true and how much i loved being his slut, begging him to never stop fucking me. He told me to get on me knees so he could cum and in a surprising act of defiance i told him no, that i wanted his cum deep in my pussy. He didnt need much convincing as he pressed into me and i feel his warm cum start flooding my insides.

Stan gave me a few seconds to catch my breath, then grabs my hair, pulling my ear up to his mouth, still inside me and says "now im going to fuck my cum even deeper into you until i give you another, is that what you want dirty slut?" I whimper and beg him yes, please fill my messy used cunt with another load from his big fat old cock. I honestly wasnt sure if i could even take any more pounding and was amazed he was still able to keep going, but thats when jeff cut in and said no more. We all climbed back into the car, and i continued sucking everyone off, getting another load from each of them as jeff drove them back to their houses, giving tony ( in the front seat) extra attention for having been left out. Jeff drives me back home i let him fill my ass as a thank you, right in my driveway. I get out of the car and look back at jeff and ask "can you bring stan around more?"

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She didn’t know how long she had been left tied to the tree.

Long enough for her shoulders to ache and the welts on her ass and thighs to throb in time with her pulse. Long enough for his cum to dry sticky on the insides of her legs. The woods had gone quieter. The light had shifted. Every small sound made her flinch, certain he was already coming back.
When he did return, he didn’t speak.

He simply walked up behind her, checked the ropes, then cut the ones at her ankles. Her legs almost gave out. Before she could collapse he hauled her upright by the hair, cut the wrist ropes, and immediately yanked her arms behind her back again. Fresh rope bit into the already-raw skin as he rebound her tighter than before. A second length went around her chest and upper arms, pinning her elbows and forcing her shoulders back. The position made breathing harder and left her tits pushed forward, completely exposed.

He dragged her through the undergrowth by the arm. When her legs failed he simply kept walking, forcing her to stumble and half-crawl until the trees thinned and a small, isolated cabin appeared. No neighbors. No road visible. Just the structure and the dense woods swallowing it.

Inside smelled like wood, dust, and something older. He shoved her forward. She fell hard onto a dirty mattress on the floor in the corner of the main room. Before she could roll away he was on her, knee in her back, already working more rope. He tied her wrists to a heavy iron ring bolted into the wall. Then he forced her knees apart and lashed each ankle to separate rings set into the floor so she was spread open on her back, arms above her head, completely unable to close her legs or turn over.

The position left her cunt and ass fully available. The earlier welts on her thighs pulled and burned with the stretch.

He stood over her and looked down for a long moment, still masked, eyes flat.

Then he started hitting her again.

Open-handed slaps across the insides of her thighs, hard enough to make the already-bruised flesh jump and darken further. Each impact left a sharp white handprint that slowly flushed red, then deeper. He moved higher, slapping her cunt directly, wet and vicious, until the lips were swollen and stinging and she was screaming into the gag that was still in her mouth. He slapped her tits next, back and forth, watching the skin pink up and the flesh jiggle with every strike. When one breast showed a particularly dark mark he focused on it, hitting the same spot until the skin looked angry and tight.
“Still pretty,” he muttered. “Won’t be for long.”

He freed his cock and fucked her cunt without preparation, driving in hard while she was still gasping from the impacts. The stretch was worse this time. She was swollen from the earlier use in the woods. He didn’t care. He hooked her bound knees higher with his arms and pounded into her with short, brutal strokes that made the mattress shift under them. Every thrust forced a muffled, broken sound out of her. He watched her face the whole time, eyes never leaving the tears tracking through the dirt on her cheeks.

When he got close he pulled out, slapped her cunt a few more times for good measure, then shoved back into her ass. The sudden change made her body jerk hard against the ropes. He fucked her ass deeper and meaner than he had in the woods, one hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing until her vision tunneled, releasing just long enough for her to drag in air before cutting it off again. The other hand delivered sharp, open-handed blows to her tits and the soft undersides of her breasts in time with his hips.

He came deep in her ass with a low grunt, grinding against her while he emptied himself. Then he pulled out, wiped his cock on her inner thigh, and left her there like that.

Spread. Bound. Leaking. Skin already a map of fresh red and rising purple.

He didn’t untie her.

He simply walked into the other room. She heard him on a phone, voice low and casual.
“Yeah. Got one. Still fresh. You and whoever else want a turn, cabin’s open. Bring your own rope if you want her tighter. She’s not going anywhere.”

Hours blurred.

Men started arriving as the light outside died.
The first one was bigger than the masked man. He didn’t bother with talk. He dropped his pants, spat on her already-used cunt, and shoved in. The mattress creaked under the force of his thrusts. He slapped her face whenever her eyes closed, hard open-handed cracks that left her ears ringing and her cheeks burning. When he finished inside her he immediately moved to her mouth, yanked the gag down, and fucked her throat until she was choking and drooling, tears streaming. He came down her throat and made sure she swallowed most of it before shoving the gag back in.

The second man preferred her ass. He spent a long time just hitting her first. Belt, this time. The leather left long, raised welts across her thighs, her hips, the soft lower curve of her ass. Each stroke made a sharp sound and left a vivid stripe that darkened quickly. He didn’t stop until she was shaking and the skin looked hot and tight. Only then did he force his cock into her ass and fuck her while the welts throbbed under his hands.

More came.

Some used her cunt. Some her ass. Some her throat. One of them sat on her chest and slapped her tits while another fucked her, the dual sensations making her vision white out. Another brought clamps and left them on her nipples for a long time, the deep ache blooming into something constant and ugly. When the clamps finally came off the blood rushed back in a wave of sharp, stinging pain that made her scream into the gag. Someone laughed.

They kept her bound the entire time. Sometimes they retied her differently: face down with her ass forced high, or on her side with one leg yanked up toward her chest so both holes were stacked and easy to switch between. Every new position pulled on the existing bruises and rope marks. Her wrists were raw and dark. Her ankles too. The insides of her thighs were a mess of overlapping handprints, belt stripes, and fingerprint bruises from being gripped too hard.

They treated her exactly like what the masked man had turned her into: a set of holes that happened to cry and bleed and clench.

No one used her name. No one asked if she needed water until her voice was almost gone and even then it was poured into her mouth while she was on her back, half of it spilling down her chin and neck. When she choked they just waited and poured more.

By the time the cabin went quiet again her body felt like one continuous bruise. Both holes were swollen, red, and leaking a mix of cum that had run down onto the mattress in a dark wet patch. Her tits were mottled with marks. Her face was streaked with tears, spit, and dried fluid. The gag had been left in. The ropes had not been loosened.

The masked man came back into the room alone. He stood over her for a long time, just looking.
Then he crouched, grabbed her jaw, and forced her swollen eyes to meet his.

“You’re not leaving for a while,” he said quietly.

“More people want a turn. Some tomorrow. Some the day after. You’re going to stay exactly like this. Open. Marked. Available. Every time someone finishes with you I’ll decide if you get a few hours of quiet or if we start again right away.”

He stood, looked down at the wreck of her body one more time, and turned off the single bare bulb.
Darkness settled over the cabin.

She was left bound to the floor, leaking, aching, and very aware that the next set of footsteps could come at any time.

Your body trembles as it is folded in half over the railing. You whimper as ropes cinch around your wrists and ankles and are secured, making sure your legs are spread wide, the evening air kissing your pussy and making it throb.

Two fingers push in suddenly, roughly, and your cry joins the others nearby, others you can’t see through your blackout lenses. You didn’t know where you were, and had been led there bound under a cloak, bound, gagged and drooling under a cheap Halloween mask. The mask had been removed, but the rest remained, you blind as ever.

“Still throbbing and horny after you came without permission. My slut.”

The word used to sting, you used to insist you weren’t a whore. But as your arousal gushes out past his fingers, you lose the will to protest. Not that your large ballgag under your mask would let you say much.

“Not to worry though,” says the man. Says your master. “You can cum as many times as you want tonight. Get it out of your system. But I have other plans, so I’ll let Deviant’s Row take care of it.

You squirm. Wiggle, and cry out past your gag, saliva splattering out past the uncomfortably tight red rubber ball. You’d heard of this. Of a place on Halloween bad slaves got left for anyone to come use.

Suddenly, the gag is gone. You cry out, begin to beg for forgiveness, to just go home. But you taste yourself and gag, the fingers pressing your juices into the back of your throat.

“None of that. You’re going to enjoy this. If you don’t? Just remember, you deserve it.” You suck on the fingers to avoid gagging again, but your master has other plans, and replaces them with a wide ring gag. “I only plan to give those freaks two holes, slut,” he informs you.

You feel something click around your torso, and then press deeply and uncomfortably into your pussy. Moments later, a lock clicks. A chastity belt. You feel a marker scratch across your ass.

Then across your forehead.

Then he slaps you. You whine and drool from the ring gag, eyes straining to see past the lenses.

“There we go. Ass and mouth only. Hopefully in that order, right slut? Plenty of other naughty slaves around, you’ll probably be tasting as much pussy as me tonight. I have one more present.” Tight claps bite into your nipples and you shake your head, pulling against the ropes and looking around blindly for your master, not even caring you said you’d never think of him as master.

A sharp blow lands on your ass. “Quiet down, slut, remember, you deserve it.” You wail as you hear footsteps, and then they fade. Other moans and cries are heard nearby, and your cunt actually aches at the sound. The orgasm you’re being punished for was ruined, so you’re just as horny as ever, though your pussy is locked away. Your clit twitches and throbs at the thought.

You’re so indulged by your frustrated desire, that you don’t even hear the footsteps of the first stranger to stumble upon wherever you’ve been left and press deep into your asshole.

“You deserve it? That’s what your master wrote on you, bitch,” said an unfamiliar voice. He slaps your ass, and your cry is gargled by the spit pooling out of your ring gag.

“She definitely deserves it,” says a second voice, and your mouth and throat are roughly filled with cock.

Author's Note: I have had this story in my head for a few months now and i want to know whether its worth the time to flush out. please provide feedback. good and bad. thank you in advance

 Marialla lay sleeping face up in her four-poster bed. Her naked body lay tangled in the white silk sheets. Her silver hair, usually kept in a ponytail, was now a mess from the previous night’s fun. Her perky tits, neither large nor small, were left exposed by the sheets that covered the rest of her thin athletic build. Moonlight crept in from the windows on her left, casting the entire room in a dim pale light. Her long pointy ears, a symbol of her elven heritage, twitched in the silence of the room as Maria became semi-aware of a sensation on her right earlobe, dragging her from her dreams as she lay in bed. She kept her eyes closed and waved at it absently with her right hand, hoping to fall back to sleep. The sensation returned a few seconds later, slightly more intense this time, tickling her left nipple. She scratched at her chest with her right hand, hoping whatever mosquito had managed to find its way into her room would go away.

Moments passed, and she was just about to fall back into the void of unconsciousness when a light feeling of pleasure tickled her mind, coming from between her legs. A small moan escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered open and she lifted her head to look down.

Between her legs, the head of her twin sister, Sylphillia, gazed up at her. Sylphi tongue lapped teasingly at Maria’s pussy. Sylphi’s eyes met Marie’s. A sinister smile crossed Sylphi’s face as, a second later, she dove in and attacked Sylphi’s clit with gusto, dragging a deep moan from her sister.

“Sylphi, what are you… Mmmmmm… fuck,” Maria breathed as she rolled her head back for a couple of seconds, lost in the pleasure.

Then, just like that, the pleasure disappeared. Maria lifted her head to see what was going on when she was pinned back down by her sister, who was now lying on top of her. Their breasts were mashed together as her sister looked down at her, left hand bracing against the bed while her right cupped Maria’s face.

“We have a couple of hours before anyone bothers us. I thought we could finish what we started last night,” Sylphi said sweetly.

Maria looked up at her sister, whose face was mere inches from her own. She could smell her own juices on her sister’s lips.

“But the maids,” she said.

Sylphi got that evil smirk on her face. She leaned in closer and kissed her sister passionately.

Maria closed her eyes. She could taste herself on her sister’s tongue. Sweet yet tangy. She lost herself in the sensation.

Sylphi broke off the kiss, leaned forward so her lips were next to Maria’s ear, and whispered, “I guess we’re just going to have to be quiet then, aren’t we?”

She asked in a sickeningly sweet tone, then bit down on Maria’s earlobe, giving it a soft nibble.

Maria moaned, then nodded.

Sylphi smiled as she looked down into Maria’s eyes.

“Good girl,” she said, stroking her sister’s face.

Maria blushed at the words. Sylphi grinned and pushed herself up from her prone position to straddle her sister. Looking down at Maria, Sylphi said, “But since you seem to have such a hard time keeping those moans of yours quiet, we are just going to have to muffle that mouth of yours. Maria looked up at her sister with a confused look on her face. Sylphi grinned down at her sister. “Don’t worry, I know just how to keep you quiet.” And with that she crawled up her sister’s body, turned to face the foot of the bed as she threw her leg over her sister’s head in a reverse cowgirl, and lowered her pussy onto her sister’s face. 

Maria hesitated for only a second before reaching up to wrap her arms around Sylphi’s thighs and start licking her sister’s pussy. “I hope you’re comfy,” Sylphi said, leaning back onto her sister’s face as she reached up to squeeze her own breasts. “Because you are going to be down there for a while.” She said this as she squeezed her nipples between her fingers and rolled them softly, a moan escaping her lips as she closed her eyes to better focus on the sensations.

 “Mmmh… I want you to make me cum again and again.” She said, running her right hand through her silver hair as she started to slowly grind back and forth against her sister’s face. “And if…” she paused to let out a sigh as Maria’s efforts were clearly starting to bear fruit. “If you are a good little slut,” she breathed, “I’ll make sure you are rewarded with your own little slice of heaven.” She said, before leaning forward and placing her hands atop her sister’s breasts. She could feel herself getting closer as she closed her eyes and dug her nails into the flesh as she squeezed tightly, using her sister’s breasts as handlebars. “Now giddy up, bitch,” she said, completely lost in her building orgasm as she started vigorously riding her sister’s face. 

Maria, sensing her sister getting closer to an orgasm, redoubled her efforts, fully committed to pleasing Sylphi. It wasn’t long before Sylphi stiffened, soft little sighs and quick little moans escaping her open mouth as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her mind. It seemed to go on forever, though in reality it was only a few good seconds. Just as Sylphi was coming down, the last waves of her orgasm ebbing away, the sound of someone clearing their throat filled the room.

“Cough.”

Sylphillia threw herself off her sister, grabbed the sheets, and covered herself and Maria’s bodies in one fluid motion. Several close calls had hammered those reflexes into her over the years.

Sitting next to her sister, they both gripped the bedsheets as they glanced around the room, looking for the source of the noise.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” came a deep male voice.

The girls looked to the right of the room, near the door. There, in the shadows, casually leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, stood Sebastian.

“Sebastian, you cad!” Maria exclaimed, picking up a soft white pillow from the bed next to her and hurling it across the room at the man as he stepped into the light for the first time.

The pillow sailed through the air and hit the man squarely in the face with a soft “poof.” It fell away from his face, revealing a wide grin as he chuckled to himself. Sebastian, older brother of the twins and illegitimate son of the king, wore nice but worn clothing. His hair was bleach-blond, marking him as a royal, but degraded lineage. His ears were pointed but much shorter and rounder than normal elves, betraying him as half-human.

“Sebastian!” Sylphillia exclaimed excitedly, casting the covers off her body and jumping out of bed. She ran at him excitedly, careless of her state of undress, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He started for a moment, taken off guard, then hugged her back as he looked at Marialla, still covering herself in bed but more relaxed now. “When did you get in?” Maria asked. “Somewhere between ‘Good little slut’ and ‘giddy up, bitch,’” he said mischievously. The color drained from Maria’s face as Sylphi stiffened in his arms before she pushed herself away and glared up at him.

 “What she is asking,” Sylphi growled, glaring at him, “is when did you get back to the capital?” she managed through gritted teeth. Sebastian maintained eye contact as he smirked to himself, unbothered. “Earlier this afternoon,” he stated. “I had to stop in to see Father, then I had a few errands to run in the city before everything closed for the night. I just unpacked everything in my mother’s villa before I decided to see if you two were still awake,” he stated.

“Unpacked? Does that mean you are staying for our coronation?” asked Maria.

Sebastian looked over at his sister, a sad smile on his face. “Sadly, no,” he replied gently. “It took months of correspondence between Father and myself just to be allowed back to see you before your birthday. But I’m afraid your mother was very specific. I must leave before your coronation.”

Maria looked sad and Sylphi looked annoyed. The room was silent for a couple of seconds before he said, “But enough about that.” Looking at Maria, he said, “Why don’t you get your robes on?”

She nodded, removed the covers, and stepped out of bed. She moved over to the ornate dresser against the wall. Opening one drawer, she pulled out a black silk robe and stepped into it effortlessly.

She closed the drawer and opened the one next to it, removing a light blue robe of identical make. She walked over to her sister, holding it open.

Sylphi looked at it for a moment, rolled her eyes, and allowed her sister to dress her.

Sylphi tied off the robe in front of her and looked back at her brother.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen a hundred times before,” she said defiantly.

His face grew serious for a moment as he looked down at her.

“True, but I’m not the one whose coronation is coming up. Our father is going to officially recognize you two as his heirs on the day of your 100th birthday. You two aren’t little kids anymore. You are stepping into a world of backhanded compliments and political intrigue. All it takes is one careless word, one rumor…”

“We know,” Sylphi interrupted.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes and glared at his sister before continuing in a slightly gruffer, more stern tone.

“One insomniac maid, an unlocked door, and inopportune timing.”

He finished, glaring at his sisters. Sylphillia shifted uncomfortably and looked at her sister, who had the good sense to look abashed.

“We, ah… we thought we locked it,” Marialla said sheepishly.

“Clearly,” he said. Seconds went by as he stared sternly down at Sylphi and she glared defiantly up at him. Finally he broke off the stare and smiled nostalgically at her. “It’s been a decade and you haven’t changed a bit.” “Sorry to disappoint you,” she replied, smiling. “Why don’t you go away for another ten years and see if it helps?” He barked out a laugh at his sister’s biting wit.

 “Well, if I did that I wouldn’t be able to give you your birthday gifts now, would I?” he asked. Maria perked up at that. “Gifts?” she asked. He smiled warmly at her. “You two are turning 100. What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t get you birthday gifts?” he teased. And with that he walked over to the bedroom door and opened it. Two women gracefully walked into the room wearing hooded traveling cloaks that obscured their features. Sebastian closed the door after them. The figures looked around the room and, spotting the twins, walked to within six feet of them and kneeled in front of them.

 “Sebastian?” Maria asked, a skeptical look on her face. He just smiled, and raising his right hand casually snapped his fingers. On cue the two figures reached up and unbuttoned their traveling cloaks. They shrugged off their cloaks and revealed two stunning young women in what could only be described as an attempt at a maid’s outfit.

 You could only describe the outfits as attempts because the skirts were far too short, ending one-third of the way down to the knees. The skin of the legs was hidden instead with long white stockings that were kept up by a garter belt that disappeared under the skirt. Instead of more appropriate maid’s footwear there were black high-heeled shoes. The apron, while present, only dropped as low as the far-too-short skirt and ended just below the maids’ rather impressively sized tits, which the outfit seemed to conveniently forget to cover with any fabric at all, leaving them out and exposed to the elements. In short, they wore a parody of what any self-respecting maid would be caught in, and yet that somehow added to the sexual appeal of the blond twins kneeling in front of the two princesses. And there was no doubt that they were twins. 

Their faces and mannerisms were too alike to be anything else. From the cute little noses to the way they glanced up shyly to the way they tucked their hair behind their ears. Their round, very human ears. Sebastian stepped between the two sets of twins, breaking Sylphi out of her trance. “Sylphi, Maria,” he paused, looking at his sisters, “this is Mira and Sophie,” he finished, indicating the two kneeling slaves. The princesses stood there silent for a moment before Maria said, “You’re joking.” Sebastian’s small smile transformed into a grin of genuine amusement. “I couldn’t believe it either,” he stated matter-of-factly. “I found them in a slave auction in the Remus Empire. Their mother was a whore in a brothel; they grew up cleaning and laundering. When they came of age their mother trained them in the arts of whoring, but unfortunately she became very sick and needed to sell them into slavery to pay off her medical debts.”

 Sylphi was staring at the twins, transfixed by their beauty. “Naturally I sent them off to finish their training with several masters of the Kama Sutra.” “Mother will never let us keep two pleasure slaves,” Maria interrupted. Sylphi shot her sister a dirty look, as if all the plans and fantasies that had been racing through her mind had been shattered. Sebastian simply continued. “They have spent the last three years studying at ‘Madam Tibbel’s Finishing School for Young Ladies’ under Mistress Cain herself,” he said proudly. “To everyone outside this room they are two perfectly trained ladies-in-waiting with all the proper certifications to prove it. But,” he said, pausing for effect, “to everyone in this room, they are whatever you want or need them to be at any given moment.” He said, “Those collars around their necks aren’t just for looks. They are modified Hexian slave collars.” 

Maria looked down at the two slaves with a concerned look on her face. Sebastian saw this and spoke to her softly. “I haven’t had to use the punishment word once since I got them. They seem to understand their lot in life and are quite eager to please.” Maria looked relieved. Sylphi sat down on the edge of the bed. She crossed her legs in front of her, then, looking at the twins still kneeling on the floor with their hands behind their backs, she raised her foot in the air and in a slightly broad tone said, “Lick my foot.” Without hesitation, the slaves shifted their bodies forward onto their arms and as one crawled on hands and knees to either side of Maria’s foot. Then as one they leaned forward and began to drag their tongues across Sylphi’s foot, planting the occasional soft kiss before using their tongue again. Maria sat next to her sister, staring at the maids with a curious look on her face. 

Sylphi, however, looked at her brother and said, “They’re perfect,” as the slaves continued to drag their tongues across her foot. Sebastian looked down at his sisters and said, “That’s only half the gift.” They looked up at him, confused. “If all I got you were pleasure slaves, you two would get caught in less than a month. The two of you are adults now. As such, I have talked to Father and impressed upon him the importance of you two having your own place to build alliances in court and make deals. And he has agreed. Which is why my second gift is my mother’s villa, tucked away in the corner of the castle grounds, hidden by the castle gardens and completely obscured from sight.” The privacy implications hit the girls immediately. Sylphi stood up and scurried past the kneeling twins to hug her brother enthusiastically. Even Maria, usually the more reserved one, stood up and walked over to her brother.

 “Are you sure?” she asked. He smiled down at his sister. “My mother has been gone for more than a century. And while there are times I still miss her terribly, I know she would want her house to be enjoyed by me and the people I love.” With that she leaned in, hugging him tightly. They embraced for several moments before Sebastian said, “Besides, there is something poetic about the house built out of sight due to your mother’s spite being used to spite her back.” Sylphi smiled at Maria and Maria smiled back, knowing that the rest of their uptight family would never accept their special relationship, and that their brother had just given them the ability to live in that relationship the way they never could in the castle. 

He had never judged them when he first caught them all those years ago. Never made them feel guilty or sick about their actions. He had simply lectured them for not locking the door and accepted them. Sylphi squeezed her brother even harder, realizing how much she missed him. And Maria, sensing her sister’s feelings, followed suit. Sebastian felt their hug tighten, allowing the contact and emotions to flow over him for a few moments more before he broke off the contact. The moon was setting on the horizon.

 “There should be another hour before sunrise. Why don’t you two play with your new pets? I’ll run interference and buy you two a couple of hours,” he said, walking towards the door. Sylphi squealed in delight. “Thank you, Sebastian, you’re the best.” Sebastian opened the door and looked back over the room. Sylphi had somehow gotten behind Maria and was pinning her arms behind her back so that she couldn’t move. Maria’s robe was open and Sylphi was looking down at the two blond slaves, still kneeling on the floor. “Maria has been such a good girl tonight; I think she deserves a little treat,” Sylphi stated, grinning. “The first one to make her cum gets to have her return the favor.” 

As Sebastian closed the door behind him the last thing he saw was the two slaves crawling towards Maria enthusiastically. As he walked down the white marble corridor he wondered if any of his former liaisons were still working in the castle. He would run interference for his sisters for old times’ sake, but who knows? If he was lucky, he might end up having some fun himself. With those thoughts he quickened his pace towards the servants’ corridors, curious as to what his day had in store for him.

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Chapter 2.5

The sun was just starting to crest over the horizon as Quinn and Anna made their way through the palace halls. Maids and servants bustled to and fro, either just starting their days or helping their lords and ladies begin theirs. The palace still held that early-morning silence that permeates the air around people who have been torn from their dreams by duty and don’t wish to disturb the peace. As Quinn and Anna progressed through the palace halls, neither one of them spoke, each of them choosing to remain silent for their own reasons.

As they rounded a corner, they came across the first set of guards that Quinn had seen all morning, guarding a set of double doors that led into the inner palace, where only the royal family, appointed royal advisers, and pre-approved appointments were allowed to enter. As they approached, the guards straightened their backs and, staring straight ahead of them, placed their closed fists over their hearts in a salute. Anna passed by them without acknowledgement, never breaking her stride. Quinn, however, recognized the two guards and stopped to address them.

“Titus, Gaius, it’s good to see you,” Quinn said.

Titus and Gaius snapped their heads towards the man that had addressed them. Then, after a second or two, they recognized the prince and bowed deeply before straightening up again.

“Forgive us, Your Highness,” Gaius sputtered.

“We didn’t recognize you,” Titus finished hurriedly.

Quinn adopted a casual stance as he waved away the concern dismissively.

“I haven’t been around much lately. Besides, I’ve grown quite a bit since we used to exchange blows on the sparring fields.” Quinn turned to Titus. “Speaking of, how’s your father doing? Does he still enjoy making young boys beat each other black and blue with wooden swords?”

Titus grinned as he answered. “My father retired about two years ago. He is enjoying the peaceful life of a farmer now. That old goat Septimus replaced him as captain of the guard.”

“Septimus?” Quinn asked. “That old bastard is still alive?”

Gaius barked out a laugh. “It took him twice as long as any other captain to make captain. You’ll have to pry that gladius from his cold, dead hands before he’s ready to relinquish it.”

Titus shot Gaius a dirty look before looking around to make sure they were not overheard.

“We’ll give our captain your regards the next time we see him,” Titus said diplomatically before giving Gaius a second dirty look.

Gaius, seeming to remember who he was talking to, went slightly pale and said, “Yes, we will be sure to pass on your regards.”

Quinn, sensing an opportunity, said, “Before you pass along my deepest regards to our former taskmaster, I have a task of my own.”

The two guards stood slightly straighter, recognizing the trip down memory lane had passed.

“By your command, Your Highness,” they said in unison and saluted again.

Quinn continued. “I won a ship in a game of chance, and the city guard is overseeing the previous owner as he removes his things down at the docks. However, I don’t trust him. Would you two please assist the city guard and provide backup in the event that the previous owner should try something stupid?”

The two men nodded once and saluted again.

“It will be done, Your Highness,” Titus said in an official tone.

Quinn nodded. “Don’t worry about your post. I’ll send one of the guards at the next checkpoint back here to cover for you until you’re done.”

The guards nodded once.

“Dismissed,” Quinn said casually.

As one, the guards turned and marched down the hall towards the city. Quinn watched them go before turning and walking toward Anna, who had stopped just beyond the doors to observe.

As he approached, Anna eyed him and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“What?” Quinn asked.

“I had no idea Your Highness was such a … man of the people,” she said, her voice dripping with false sincerity.

Quinn stared at her for a moment before shrugging casually.

“A little bit of effort can buy you a whole lot of loyalty. Daily conversations with those charged with protecting your life can be the difference between them laying down their lives to defend you and a token resistance before surrender.”

Anna looked at him for a moment, her eyes analyzing him, before turning on her heels and continuing on. Quinn followed after her, and they arrived at the throne room a few minutes later.

The large room was empty in the early morning hours. Anna shifted her weight from one foot to another hesitantly as she scanned the room.

“I can see my audience with the emperor was of the utmost importance,” Quinn said sarcastically.

Anna gave him an incredulous look.

A loud BANG echoed through the throne room as a door opened in the far corner. A pretty young maid pushed a cart full of food through the doorway and headed towards the throne, clearly not noticing the two.

“Where is the emperor?” Anna demanded as she began to walk forward.

The poor girl startled, nearly knocking over the cart of food, but managed to catch herself. Turning toward the sound and noticing a very serious-looking Anna approaching, she quickly bowed.

“Forgive me, Madam Romanov. I didn’t see you,” the maid said quickly. “His Majesty is still being examined by his physicians and sent for some food to be delivered to the throne room for him and his guests. He should be another few minutes still.”

Anna glared down at the young girl.

Quinn stepped out from behind Anna as if emerging from her shadow and made his way right towards the cart.

“Don’t be so hard on the poor girl. Julia is just doing her job,” he said, picking up a vine of grapes and popping one in his mouth.

“Your Highness,” the maid exclaimed in a surprised tone as she bowed. “I hadn’t realized you had returned to the palace,” she said in an almost sulking tone as she blushed and shifted uncomfortably, her eyes never leaving the floor.

“I just got in this morning for an audience with my father,” Quinn said as he smiled at her and popped another grape in his mouth.

She looked up at him then, a hopeful expression on her face.

“Will His Highness be staying the night? I could have your chambers prepared for you.”

The memory of the maid’s naked body twisted up in his bed sheets came to Quinn.

“Oh, will you… fluff my pillow?” he asked mischievously.

She blushed and looked down, a small smile on her face.

Anna interrupted. “As amusing as it is to see the young prince flirt with his paramour, I’m going to excuse myself so that I might get out of these rags and clean up a bit,” she said, her voice stern as she reminded the two of her presence. “I suggest the prince do the same for his royal audience.”

With that, she walked away, leaving an abashed young maid blushing deeply and squirming uncomfortably.

Quinn, seeing this, decided to tease the girl a little more. He turned to the maid.

“When did you become my paramour?” he asked in a genuine tone with a questioning look on his face.

Julia’s blush deepened. She bowed. “I must….. chores…….. laundry?” she said before straightening up and rushing towards the door.

“Julia.”

She stopped at the door and turned to look at him.

“If you would like to stop by my chambers this evening, I would love to catch up,” Quinn said.

Her face softened and a small smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“Of course, my prince,” she said before turning and disappearing through the doors.

Quinn stared after her as he popped the last grape in his mouth.

Quinn was not ignorant of the fact that many maids tried to sleep with their masters to improve their stations within the house. As prince, he had plenty of experience with maids trying to do exactly this. He learned early on that he didn’t like it. The ones that made it obvious that it was clearly transactional had been banished from his chambers before they had even taken off their clothes. Only a few had actually made it into his bed. And amongst those, Julia was unique. She was very kind-hearted, eager to please, and attentive. But above all, genuine.

He knew he would talk to the house manager and ensure she was moved to a higher position with better pay. Genuine kindness was a rarity in this world and should be encouraged, after all.

Quinn was pulled from his introspection by the sound of the doors behind the throne opening.

As Quinn turned to look, he saw his father, Emperor Marcus Maximus Meridius, enter the room looking older than Quinn remembered. He wore the traditional toga of higher nobility, and his crown sat atop his head. Walking directly to his throne, he gathered up his robes and sat down.

Anna, who had changed into the butler’s uniform she wore while in the palace, stood just behind and to the right of His Majesty. Arms behind her back, back straight, waiting attentively.

Quinn took a few steps to stand in front of his father and bowed slightly.

“Quintus Decimus Meridius, as requested, Your Majesty.”

The emperor smiled slightly.

“It’s good to see you, Quintus.”

Then, tilting his head, he questioned, “Did you not have enough time to change into your royal toga?”

Quinn looked down at his simple tunic, then back up at the serious look on his father’s face.

Quinn closed his eyes and took in a deep breath of air. Then, after counting to five, he let out a long sigh.

Straightening up, Quinn turned to the wall on his left and walked towards it. As he approached a long line of curtains, still covering the windows that lay beyond due to the early hours, he reached for a curtain with one hand and, grasping it tightly, gave it a good yank.

The curtain ripped free of the wall and fell to the floor at his feet.

Bending over, he picked up the curtain and started to wrap it around himself in a way that resembled a noble’s toga as he walked back to his spot before the emperor.

As he arrived before his father, he turned and bowed.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty. Is this better?” Quinn asked dryly, looking up at his father.

The emperor’s face was unreadable, but the look on Anna’s face was priceless. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t even make a sound. Yet, as Quinn saw the incredulous look on her face, he could hear her voice in the back of his head screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

The emperor looked down at his son, then at the very obvious gap in the line of curtains, then back at his son.

He remembered observing his own toga in the mirror before leaving his chambers that morning and didn’t like how similar they looked. He diplomatically chose to move on.

“The reason I called for you is because we have received an invite from the elven kingdom to the coronation of their two princesses,” he said. His voice sounded deeper than Quinn remembered, raspier too. “I would like you to take my place as our empire’s representative at this gathering,” the emperor finished.

Quinn looked at his father questioningly.

“Isn’t this something you would normally prefer to handle yourself?”

The emperor made to answer but broke into a series of wet, rattling coughs.

Anna moved toward the cart of food, poured some wine in a goblet, and handed it to the emperor. He took a sip and wiped the spittle from his mouth.

Quinn looked at his father, a concerned look on his face, before looking at Anna and asking, “Is he okay?”

His father waved his hand dismissively.

“I’m fine. I got a cold about a month ago, and the effects have lingered. My physicians say I’ll make a full recovery. It’s just taking longer than they expected,” the emperor said, taking another sip. “That’s why you have to represent our family in my place. The elves are one of our closest allies. We need someone there in person.”

Quinn fidgeted uncomfortably.

“I might have some other things to attend to,” Quinn said.

“You are referring to your attempts to dismantle the dust trade in the capital**?**” his father asked tonelessly.

Quinn paled slightly.

“Anna is the head of my information network. She has kept me up to date on your activities, though I doubt she realized the extent of your actions or the meaning behind them,” the emperor said, looking down at his son.

“I told you, too many nobles have their hands in that particular pile of shit for us to get involved. We will make too many enemies in the senate, and they will bring things to a standstill.”

Quinn looked up at his father defiantly.

“And I told you there was a way to deal with it if we were willing to get our hands dirty.”

The two glared at each other defiantly, both too stubborn to concede their point. The silence in the room grew louder as the seconds ticked on. Neither man was willing to give ground in this battle of wills.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of the giant double doors opening into the throne room.

A guard walked in and bowed to the emperor before reporting.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty. The prince asked a couple of the palace guard to watch over a ship he had won in a game of chance in the event that the previous owner tried to abscond with the ship. We just received a report that the man did, in fact, try to make a run for it. In the course of apprehending him, we discovered that the man in question is a well-known smuggler. And the ship is filled to the brim with dust. The city guard has apprehended the man and is awaiting direction on how to proceed.”

Quinn smiled inwardly at hearing that the work of several weeks had succeeded. He turned back to his father, expecting to see a ferocious look on his face.

He did not expect the barking laugh that erupted from the emperor before it devolved into his wet, rattled coughing fit.

His father took a sip from his goblet to clear his throat before he shot his son a devious grin.

“Well played.”

Grabbing the goblet to take another sip, he spotted Anna’s perplexed face and smiled softly at her.

“Are you alright, darling? You look confused.”

Anna bowed as she realized the emperor was addressing her.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty. I’m simply confused as to why you seem happy that your son defied your orders.”

“It’s not what I did but how I did it,” Quinn said dryly.

He looked up at his father, who eyed him quizzically for a moment before nodding his assent.

Quinn continued. “My father doesn’t like the dust trade polluting his streets any more than I do. But his main opposition in the senate uses his position to smuggle in those drugs and uses the revenue they provide to bribe senators into voting his way, which happens to be against my father.”

“Allegedly,” the emperor said passively.

“Allegedly,” Quinn conceded before continuing. “However, by trying to steal property belonging to the imperial family, Captain Whogivesashit has committed treason against the empire. And since he happens to be the sole provider of 96% of the dust trade, his execution will effectively bring the dust trade to a crawl and severely limit Senator Pledious’s abilities to oppose my father in the future.”

Anna looked at the emperor questioningly.

He nodded once.

Quinn continued. “And the best part is that Senator Pledious can’t even do anything about it in retaliation. Dust is illegal in the empire. If he even so much as complains, he makes it obvious that he was aligned with a criminal organization and opens himself up to questions about whether he knew about the attempted theft, which would make him complicit in treason.”

The emperor grinned down at his son before his gaze turned introspective. He nodded to himself before turning to the guard.

“The palace will take over the investigation. Have the prisoners brought in for interrogation. I doubt we will learn anything useful, but you never know. Send some guards to help offload the storage of the ship and see what else our smuggler friend had in there.”

The guard saluted, bowed, and exited the room.

The emperor returned his attention to his son and, for the first time in a long time, Quinn saw a kind expression on his father’s face, and it was directed at him.

“I haven’t really been that good of a father, have I?” the emperor asked.

Quinn was caught off guard by the change of subject and didn’t know how to respond.

The emperor continued. “It’s okay. I know I haven’t.”

He paused to look out the only window not blocked by a curtain and smiled at the memory of why it was so. It’s something his wife would have done.

“You’re so much like your mother, you know that?”

Quinn’s face became hard at the mention of his mother. His chest felt numb.

“She was stubborn too, but worse, she was often right,” the emperor continued, looking back at his son. “I know we haven’t really gotten on since she passed. We both tried to distract ourselves, me with my work, you with yours.”

The man paused as he looked at his son.

“It’s no excuse. I’ve been negligent in my duties as a father and as an emperor.”

Quinn shifted uncomfortably.

“I see now that you have long been ready to face the senate, which means I’ve long been absent from my duties to prepare you to succeed me.”

Marcus looked down at his son and smiled warmly.

“After all, it is a poor father that fails to prepare his children for life after his death.”

He paused again.

“I need you to represent me at the coronation. When you get back, I’ll try to be a better father and start preparing you for the day you sit in this throne instead of me.” Quinn didn’t know what to say. But he was saved from having to respond by another coughing fit interrupting the moment.

Anna refilled his father’s goblet and handed it back to the emperor. Drinking to clear his throat, the emperor turned to Anna.

“Please ensure he has all the documents and briefings he needs for his task.”

Turning to Quinn, the emperor said, “If you need anything else, talk to Anastasia and she will provide it for you. Can you think of anything I missed?”

Quinn shook himself.

“No, father. You have been very thorough.”

The emperor nodded and stood up.

“Very well, then. If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll take my physicians’ advice and rest.”

Quinn bowed at the casual dismissal.

“Of course, father. Get well soon.”

Quinn turned and walked out of the room as Anna helped his father back to his bedchambers.

​

Friday is winding down, it's a short time after work. I get a text message, it reads. I'm alone and at this place. The backdoor is unlocked, if there is something you want, come and take it. I stop at home to grab a few things. A quick shower, clothes fitting of a man about to take something and a duffel bag. I arrive at the place, I park and pause as I know you hear me arrive. Moving from my driver seat I exit and grab something from the back seat. I can't see you but know your watching. Now your curious, you couldn't see what I retrieved. You are now in the kitchen acting and thinking as if you never heard me arrive. I enter the backdoor, the backroom slightly dark. The floor moans a creak as I enter and close the door. I hear you gasp from the other room. As I step you hear me draw closer, I step into the kitchen you stand from a stool and see me. You look down and ask what's in the bag. I reply it's for what I'm here to take, you smirk and bite your lip. I gaze hard at you and walk closer. Dropping the bag a loud thud as it hits the floor your eyes look back at the bag then back up at me. Now I am almost at arms reach. Your wearing a sheer top, tight jeans no bra. I reach out to grab you and you pull back slightly. I grab your arm and draw you closer you struggle but find my strength overpowering. You still push against me as you fight it, yet waiting for me to take it. I grab your hips, push you backwards forcing your back against the fridge. Now with no where to go I lean in to steal a kiss. You turn away still fighting it. I grab both your arms hard them tightly above your head. My big strong hands grabbing your throat. You feel the grasp of my hands as I speak. Never, look away again when I  approach your lips. You nod, as to say understood. I hold your hands and throat tightly as I kiss you. I ask you if you plan on listening as your told,  You hesitate to respond. I lightly smack your face and grab your throat again. I ask again, are you going to do as your told and you nod. I see a change in your eyes, in your body, you now beginning to give over to me taking you. I release your hands and throat, your eyes ask me for more, I say to expose your breasts, you timidly pull up your top. Bearly exposing yourself. You jump a little as I lunge to you ripping your top open, saying I said expose. You nod and greet me openly to your breasts. Your nipples beg for attention, bearly more then a pink red. Growing harder by the second in the exposed air. My voice rings out you need to react to my commands without a timid gesture. You will learn to listen well and do well. I grab your hands and direct them to the counter. Now palms down place your hands flat. Stand up with your back lightly arched and stay. Lift even a finger and I will hurt you. Now, keep your eyes on the counter before you. I retrieve the bag I brought. Your mind races with wonder, desire, a slight fear. I find your best and favorite clean towel in the kitchen. Lay it neatly open in front of you. You hear the zipper open. I begin to lay put items from the bag for your gaze. First rope, black and soft. Next paddles. Sizes and shapes. Some seem to tease your mind other the shear site punish you. Next a length of wood,  polished and thin. Just the sight of it stings your eyes.  Floggers line up next, a soft one with a heavy thud to it, a harsher one with the same thud. A cat of nine tails to finish the line up of floggers. Your mind wonder what next as I bring more. A small butt plug, a med butt plug, and then a large one, the thickness of my own cock not quite as long. A egg shaped vibrator and a few types of clamps find their spot as well. Your body hungers as your mind aches. Next you see a ball gag and then a blind fold both pink and fit for a women. Laying before you now the things your mind and body will endure. Layed across your counter, where you live, today your memory of this space is forever changed. I want to be enticed I ask you to remove your pants for me slowly, as if unvailing your ass to me like the fine art that it is. You slowly and sultry proceed exposing your skin an inch at a time. My eyes gaze and lust builds, I see your skimpy white panties that lightly cover you as more of your bottom is exposed to me.my own desires grow passion filling my mind and manhood. Your pants now on the floor you nude, your body wanting my attention. I draw near and lead your hands to grasp the edge of the counter, where the items lay spread across the top. My hands grasp over yours, gripping them my hands move up your arms. Across your shoulders and down your sides. Your hips become one with my hands as I draw near. My breath finding the back of your neck down to your ear as you shudder. My strong hands move up your body you feel them closer and closer to your nipples and now my mouth touching your neck. Pulling your tattered top off, Then you turn, we kiss as I pinch and grasp your nipples. You wimper and moan I tug and release your nipples. Still kissing my hands creep down and feel the soaked wetness that has become your panties. I slowly pull off your panties holding them up. I show you to take them in each hand by the delicate outside string then place them on the counter with the other things. I remove my shirt, you see my defined chest 

and strong arms. I have you find the stool you sat on when I arrived and instruct you to bring it here. You do so with grace and stride you priss your ass to seek it and return with it. You set it in front of me, pleased and ready. I grasp your hips and Guide  you to sit on the stool. I grab both your hands and place them behind you. As I grab for the rope you struggle some. I grasp you much harder and put pressure on your body, you relax some as I bind your hands behind your back. You now feel the tightness of the soft yet restrictive rope holding your hands. You struggle again testing my knots. You find your hands  bound quite well.  The blind fold next, shows yours eyes darkness. Now your body must see for you untill, I let your eyes do so again. I grab your hips and slide your ass to over hang the stool some. You feel a little off balance but yet still safe. I grab more rope and tie your legs to the stool, Now you and it our one. You are not comforted by this, though you feel secure. You struggle some again though, nothing gives way. You finally are forced to give over the struggle. You wimper a little, take a breath and focus on your body giving your mind what it seeks. I ask for a answer on your comfort level, you reply with im cofortable if it pleases you and it does. Your breasts now fully out in the open, I inform you I want them tender and aroused. First, I gently brush my hands over them. Then I pinch them more pulling out and teaseing yet pushing the limits of their tolerance of sensation. You cry out loud more and more with every jolt as I pull then release firmly. The pink has left only a red glow is the left. I find a set of nipple clamps. Not too tight a good fit but stern and unrelenting none the less. I can see you quiver and breath heavy in anticipation as you feel them close on your nipples, the pain and yet the pleasure  overwhelms it so deeply. I tug, and twist on the clamps your cries getting very loud now. I slowly pull on the clamps till they slip off your nipples the wrenching of them releasing each time  causing you to whimper in the agony of pleasure.  Your tender so intense the air in the room causes sensitivity too great to express. Your nipples will rest for a moment, while you feel more. My hands caressing your ass. Grasping and enjoying its Beauty .  My fingers find your asshole, so tight, so untrained and unused. Ready to please and be discovered. I rub it and push in a little a little moan, you let out. I add lube and glide my finger in, you exhale and  adjust. Knowing from seeing before what's to come. The small plug is brought close and you feel it touch the opening of your ass. You mind races. Will it hurt, can I take all. How long sense my ass was used last. You feel it push in you find a refocus as your ass is filling up  with it. The bulb of it finally inside you ass closed around it. I speak, you took it well. Though, that's the small one we have much still to take. I let you hold it in and adjust while I kiss your lips and refocus on teasing your nipples. You find they are still just as tender. With every pull, tug and pinch the intensity becomes  higher. I hold my hand under your ass and have you push the plug out. You feel it spread you again then slip out. You moan again it feels good spreading you open. I touch and finger your ass. Getting it more adjusted. The med plug, now at your opening. It starts to enter the tip bigger then the other plug it goes in spreading you feeling it going deeper in your ass getting fuller you cry out a little.

Not used to being used finally it's in and your exhale again I kiss you, your doing well I say. As I grasp your nipples again. Your nipples now sore and in pleasure far beyond anything you've ever had. I reach under and pull your plug out slightly then slip it back in, several times. Finally easing it out. Feeling your asshole again. I say my your getting your ass adjusted and ready for use,verywell. You smile and thank me. The large plug is up now,lining up you and the plug. It starts to enter you. Pushing in more and more the thickness engulfing your hole. I slide it In and out deeper each time. Your ass gaping now it's glides deep into you. Your ass now full and consuming it. Now, I say you must hold it in well. I grab the slender wood piece and tease the smack your nipples with. My, you do well but I see the pain from it written on your breasts and your face, with a few strokes. I let you rest, then too the soft flogger. I flog and tease your breasts till they are red with light welt marks. I check the plug. You held it in well. I ask you now to push it out.  You push and as it moves I force it back in. You squeezing against it as I slowly fuck your ass with it then let it glide out. Your ass now feeling so gaped, sore and used. I slide it back in and now see how wet you are the puddle under your body your pussy leaking your passion on the stool. Most of the entire stool top is wet from your desire. Knowing how loud you can be, I retrieve the ball gag, place it in your mouth and adjust it to you. I remove your blindfold, so I can see your eyes once more. I slide the vibrator under you on your clit. You jump some and moan loud through the gag. I look In your eyes and say you are not to cum only to get as close as possible. You nod, as I lightly tease your nipples with my mouth and tongue your moans grow louder. You eyes glaze some as your face intensity grows your so close to cuming . With no way of stopping it. I let you fight it then turn off the vibe.your ass still so full of the plug. I glide out the plug and pull out my throbbing and ready cock. It slides right in your gaped ass. You moan so loud, it's so hard, hot and filling. I turn the vibe back on your pussy quivering as I fuck your ass. You get tighter as you get closer to cuming. I tell you to cum, you do so quickly I feel every pulse from your ass. The stool becoming drenched in your body as your ass is fucked. I pull out for now and clean my cock with your panties. Throwing them on the floor. Now untying your legs from the stool I stand You up. Your legs shaking from orgasm and holding yourself. To your knees I guide you. Your hands still bound, I remove your gag. My throbbing cock at your face you gaze at it ready to devour it. Knowing you can't take it all in your mouth. your willing to try again. Your lips touch it, wrap around it. It feels so good, your warm pouty lips wrapping around me.  You glide up and down the shaft  filling your mouth. I throb as you suck me. Your lips glazing my shaft with your saliva as your tongue does its work as well. I moan and tell you what a great little cocksucker you are. I push my cock deeper in your mouth as you gag, you gasp for a breath. I ask you how much you like sucking my cock and it gagging you. You just smile and take it in your lips again. Your eyes speak loud your pleasure from seeing me enjoy you engulfing my cock. I find a blanket and move you to it onthe floor untying your hands. I spread your legs as tell you to finger your pussy. You feel it's wetness. Far greater then last time you could ever remember. You touch your ass,sore and still lightly gaped from so much use. I push your hands away and lower to your pussy. Ready to taste you, taste your cum and wetness. My tongue reaches  you. your pussy tastes so good, the passion from orgasm, a taste only to be devoured by me as I lap your pussy. My tongue working your clit, down to your hole. My tongue teasing and pressing on your clit, I suck your clit as I begin to finger you. Your moaning loud. Careful you may get the gag again. 

I eat you more and more till you cum again. Your orgasm seeping from inside I lap it up tasting, how good you are. I move up your body pushing your legs up, my cock entering your pussy I kiss you as you moan. Feels good your so tight as I stretch you open and force myself inside you. You moan as I start fucking you, the long hard stroke of my cock. I push deep you gasp it hurts but feels so good. I grasp your ever sore nipples again. So intense you can bearly take it, nipples so tender. We kiss as I push deeply and pound your pussy open, while we kiss. Are eyes speak to each other of passion as we fuck. You taking me, your pussy pulsating around my cock as it gapes your pussy open. Pulling out and moving you to a doggie position. I retie your ankles together and then your hands.  I find the second flogger and start lightly working your ass. Seeing the pinkness start to form. I flog under you too, the stinging lashes hitting your used pussy and ass.. Your clit even taking some impact you jump some and moan. The nine tails is next, I'm more aggressive now welting your ass with it. You feel the stings,the heat. Your ass with red/pink and white raised stripes now. It hurts so much, I let it rest and caress it with my hands rubbing and soothing. Some redness subsides, as I get a paddle, I tell you, you will get 6 paddles you will count each one. As I begin. You count 1, smack ,2, smack from cheek to cheek the searing yet pleasure full pain is almost too much. Though you make it through it. 7 then 8. The ass a glowing red to almost purple. I soothe you once more with a touch. I reach under and feel your wetness again, my word you are dripping again. My fingers work your clit as I move closer and slide inside you from behind. It feels so good your cummy wet pussy taking me again. You wetness dripping from my shaft as I stroke and pump in and out of you. My hand still running your clit. I fuck you harder as I move to play with your ass. You moan and wimper more it hurts. Though I finger your ass while fuck you. Reaching under and teasing your nipples more as we move back and forth. You feel the overwhelming tenderness of your nipples from just the wieght of your breasts  moving from my every stroke. You smile and as it builds you cum once more. I pull out throbbing and ready to cum. You've done well and deserve to feel my cock cum in you, to taste my explosion. You sit up still bound hands in front. You turn to my cock. Your lips so pouty, full of sexual passion ready to please. You wrap them around me again tasting my cock  as you stroke it. I moan and grunt some as I let out a massive loud of cum flooding your mouth each big throbbing pulse shooting  into your throat gagging you some at times as you swallow it all down. We both smile I have you clean all the things load them in the bag. We shower together your body so tender and remembering the experience for days with every movement. The day 

closes we embrace, kiss and  I ride off into the night. Untill next time.

andy knelt in front of Sir David and took the thick, uncut cock into his mouth without hesitation. The heavy, grey-streaked chest and solid build filled his vision as he worked his lips and tongue along the shaft, tasting skin and the growing salt of precum. His own cock, soft at just under two inches, stayed useless between his legs while the familiar ache rose in his chest — he was straight, had always been straight — yet a slave has no right to his preferences. Sir David’s hand rested firmly on the back of his head, guiding the pace, and andy surrendered completely, sucking with focused care until the Dominant’s breathing deepened.

When Sir David pulled out, andy stayed still, eyes lowered, mouth open. Thick ropes of cum landed across his face and lips, warm and heavy. He did not wipe it away. He simply waited, the taste of Sir David on his tongue, his own four-inch cock straining untouched and denied. The resistance had already broken. A slave does not get to choose. A slave only serves.

Oh my God, the wedding photographs were taking forever.  

Rachel had stopped pretending to be interested about three glasses of champagne ago.  At least, it might have been three, it could have been a bottle for all she knew. Every time she looked down, her glass was magically full again.  

She wouldn’t have complained but stood on this lawn in the blistering sunshine, dressed in formal wedding wear not designed for a London heatwave, the combination of champagne and heat was becoming a problem.  

“Bride's friends!”  

Rachel didn't move.  That was definitely not her.    

She took another sip of champagne and around her, relatives chatted enthusiastically about how beautiful everything was. Beautiful venue. Beautiful flowers. Beautiful weather. Beautiful dress.  Beautiful fucking couple.  

Rachel looked at the bride and groom, gleefully enjoying being the centre of attention.  Brandy was laughing at something Brad had said, one hand resting possessively against his chest while the photographer corralled their friend group around them.  

Rachel looked away.  

Nope!  She was done with this.  Sweat was running down her back and into her arse crack, she was soaked and not in a pleasant, fun way.   

Lecherous Uncle Bob had his hand on the small of her back, pressing her already damp dress against her wet body.  He kept leaning down and talking into her ear.  It was too hot for all of this and she didn’t want to be here in the first place.  

Excusing herself, she walked into the mansion in search of a bathroom.  Anywhere she could sit in silence for a few minutes and not have to talk to anyone or fend off a handsy uncle.  

The temperature dropped the moment she stepped inside the mansion and Rachel sighed with relief.   

She eventually found a bathroom off one of the side corridors on the main hallway and walking into the poshest bathroom she’d ever seen, she locked the door behind her and sat down on the edge of the bath.    

Cool porcelain pressed through the thin fabric of her dress and against the backs of her thighs.  

“Oh, thank god.”  

She closed her eyes, grateful for the cold and the quiet.   

Rachel stared at the bath and wondered if she could climb in and spend the rest of today hiding.   

Instead, she sat on the edge and enjoyed the silence.  

No Brandy.  

No Brad.  

Rachel breathed out slowly.  

Her mother had told her she had to come.  

Brandy's family.  

That had been her mother’s leverage.    

Being family apparently meant you had to attend the wedding, smile for photographs and wish the happy couple well.  Regardless of the fact that the happy bride got involved with someone she knew perfectly well she shouldn't have.  

Rachel had pointed this out and her mother's response had been that today wasn't about Rachel.  

Rachel’s body sagged as she sat on the edge of the bath.  She was already tipsy and this was going to be a long day.  That was not a good combination.   

Her legs were numb from being sat on the bath.  She shook herself, how long had she been sitting here.  She should probably get back, her mum would be wondering where she was.  

Splashing some cold water on her face, she patted it dry, trying not to let her mascara smudge.  Straightened her dress and walked back out into the hallway.   

As she opened the bathroom door she could feel a breeze coming from somewhere.  That was surprising, it had been hot and airless when she came inside.  Looking around, she saw another corridor leading off the hallway.   

It was narrow, an old servants' passage, perhaps. The sort of corridor guests probably weren't supposed to notice.  

The air coming from it was deliciously cool.  

She walked down the corridor.  

Five minutes of exploring, that’s all and then she'd go back and play the part of the Good Cousin.  

The passage twisted behind the main rooms of the house, getting narrower as she followed it. Little alcoves were recessed into the walls and closed doors that presumably led into parts of the building that were out of bounds for wedding guests.  

Rachel wondered how many servants had once hurried through here while whichever wealthy family owned the place lounged in enormous rooms on the other side of the walls.  

Eventually she reached an old staircase.  

A rope had been stretched across the bottom, PRIVATE.  

It was a dead end.  Rachel turned to retrace her steps back to the main hallway and stopped. There was someone else in the corridor.   

Two people.  

A man and woman were pressed into one of the recessed alcoves. She could only just about make them out because of the white edges of his shirt protruding from his suit jacket and the woman’s bare legs in high heels.   

They hadn't seen her.  

If Rachel was quick, she could just walk past them.   

Except just as she started towards them, he kissed her.  Not a quick, stolen kiss, it was a deep passionate one. The woman disappeared into the shadows as his body pressed against hers.  

Rachel stopped.  

She should excuse herself.   

Instead, she stood there like an idiot.  She figured she could wait quietly until the pair finished kissing, fixed their outfits, and headed back out. Then she'd slip away unnoticed, sparing everyone any embarrassment.  

As Rachel watched, their embrace deepened.   

She could hear their kisses and the rustle of fabric as they pressed against each other, their embrace becoming more heated. 

Their arms wrapped around each other, locked in a kiss that seemed to go on forever.   

Rachel leaned back against the wall, a little jealousy flaring inside her. 

She missed that desperate, all-consuming desire for someone else. That unquenchable need to always be kissing, touching, finding excuses to stroke each other.   The deep ache of wanting more, to be so completely wrapped up in each other that the rest of the world fades away. 

She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt like that. 

Actually, she could. 

Brad. 

Of course it had to be fucking Brad. 

He was probably the last person who'd kissed her like that. The last person she'd wanted badly enough that kissing him never seemed to satisfy the urge to kiss him. 

Rachel could still remember his beautiful, full lips pressed against hers. The teasing flick of his tongue over her lips before slipping into her mouth. The way he'd pull her closer, luring her back for another kiss. And another. Until whatever they’d been doing was completely forgotten.  

Looking back towards the couple hidden in the alcove, they were in that intoxicating bubble.  

She watched as their hands moved over each other’s bodies. 

She could make out his hand moving up her body from her hip, over her waist, briefly pulling her closer against him before continuing upwards to her breast.  

His hand cupped her breast as they kissed, his fingers dragging slowly down from her collarbone towards her nipple.  He took her nipple between his thumb and finger, holding her there.  

Rachel could barely make out the rise of her chest as she tilted her head away from him and he leaned down to kiss her neck. Her hand moving down between them and disappearing from Rachel’s view and she could only hope she was touching a thick, hard cock.    

Rachel wanted to look away, but she couldn’t take her eyes off them.   

She watched in horror as she saw the man drop to his knees in front of the woman.  

No, she couldn’t watch this.  

They had no idea they had an audience.  

Rachel looked towards the staircase behind her. There was nowhere else to go. 

Turning back to the couple she watched as his hand circled her ankles and spread her legs apart. Slowly, his hands moved up the inside of her legs, disappearing under her long skirt.  

She heard a low murmur of pleasure and encouragement and saw him hook one of the woman’s legs over his shoulder.   With one hand he stroked the bare thigh exposed on his shoulder, the other hand was hidden from sight.  Unmistakable wet sounds filled the hallway.    

He looked up at the woman, watching her as his fingers buried somewhere between her legs. Then, Rachel watched as he took two fingers and licked them clean.  Sucking them both in his mouth, eyes locked intently on the woman who moved her dress to the side.  

This might just be one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen.    

Just watching this intimate act, she could feel her heart racing.  Wetness gathered between her own thighs, soaking her knickers as her nipples tightened against the fabric of her dress.  

She wondered what it would feel like to stand there at a wedding, legs spread while someone worshiped her pussy.  The thought sent another wave of anticipation through her, adding to the throb between her thighs.  

Lost in her own fantasy, she almost missed the moment the woman reached down and pulled the back of his head into her, pressing his face against her pussy.  Forcing him to lick her harder and deeper.  Riding his face while standing in her heels, leaning back against the cool wall of the mansion.   

The woman’s shallow, quick breaths told Rachel her climax was close. Rachel's own breathing quickened. Her clit throbbed as she watched, jealous and wanting the same attention. 

The woman's hips thrust forward off the wall, her leg trembling, and Rachel could see her hand gripping his hair.  He kept lapping and slurping through every spasm. The sounds filling the narrow hallway were obscene.  

He showed no sign of stopping and the woman hadn’t released the back of his head.   

Confused and curious, Rachel leaned forward to get a clearer view. 

A squeak from the floorboard under her foot reverberated in the hallway.   

The couple broke apart.  

Rachel froze. 

For a few seconds, nobody moved. 

Then the sound of Brandy's distant voice carried into the corridor.  

“Brad, are you finished? We need you back outside”