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It Was Only a Story

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It Was Only a Story                  John J. Jones

Well,  I  HAD  written  the story about her, but I didn't think it would
come  to this... Well, maybe I dreamed it would, but I never had an
idea of  what  the  reality  of  it would be like... intense,
passionate, and fearful... I guess I knew the word all along...
submission. But as often as  I'd  written  about  it;  as  often  as  I
 experienced it in my own imagination,  it  was  nowhere  near  the
reality of it. But wait... I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start
from the beginning.

I  write  stories, erotic stories. Obviously you know, that's why you'r
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reading  this. I've written a variety of stories, from the normal to
the bizarre.  I've  even  put  a  few on the net. Anyway, I had this
fantasy about  a  woman  at  work:  Corey. She's a college girl. I'm in
my 40's. She's  beautiful,  has curly, shoulder-length, strawberry
blonde, almost red  hair.  She has a smile that would melt steel. But
her eyes... those are  what  get  me  the  most.  I usually have a
knack for determining a person's  personality  and  thoughts  by  their
eyes.  In  a  way she's different, in a way, I suppose she's not.

At  first,  it  seemed  I  could  tell some things about her. She seemed
sweet,  friendly. Then one day when I helped her with a computer
problem at  work,  I turned to ask her a question and there it was...
that look. It  sent  a shiver down my spine. I went weak and helpless.
That was the first time I realized that my ability to read people was
being turned on me. She was looking right through me. It was as if she
knew my innermost fantasies  and  thoughts.  It  was  in  her  eyes  
and  the sly smile. I instantly  grew  nervous  and  forgot  what  I  
was doing. In a panic, I fumbled with the keys trying to get a grip
again as I looked away. I was almost in a cold sweat.

This  had never happened to me before. It was scary, but deep inside, it
turned  me  on. All the feelings I've had when I was writing about
being dominated  by a woman (or women) came sneaking to the surface
right then and there, and I was embarrassed. As I regained control, I
told myself I should relax. She couldn't know about any of this. I had
just met her. I was  just  over-reacting,  miss-interpreting  her  
look. When I finished fixing  the  problem  on her computer and looked
back once more, she had that  friendly  nice-to- know-you smile on her
face again. I drew a sigh of  relief  and talked with her a few moments
before I left her cubicle. Still a bit flustered, but a little more
relaxed.

Corey  is taller than me, but extremely well endowed. So I thought about
her a lot after that first meeting. I would go and talk to her once in
a while.  There  were  a  couple of times I thought I saw that look in
her eyes  but I would glance away. I was nervous. When I'd look back,
it was gone.  If  she  was doing this on purpose, she was good. Very
good. Then one  day I stopped by when she was wearing a skirt. She
turned around in her  chair, with that look on her face. I swear, I
almost dropped my cup of  coffee.  If she could have seen into the cup,
she would have thought there  was  an earthquake. My hand was shaking.
Her legs were fantastic. Again, I looked away and struggled to make
idle conversation.

It  was after that visit that I had to write a story. I had to vent. The
feelings   I   got   from   her   were  driving  me  crazy.  I  wrote  
a domination/submission story that was probably the most passionate I
ever wrote.  Passionate  in  the  sense  of  sex  and  the  sensation  
of raw submission.  I  understand  how some may find it difficult to
understand how  this could be defined as passion, but trust me... it's
just as much a  passion  of  taking  the woman you fantasize about into
your arms and making  love  at the time you're most ready, then putting
it into words. Even  after  completing  the  story,  I  would reread it
and get excited again.

I put the story onto my private site where only a few friends knew about
it.  I  received  a  few  comments  about  how  silly  the  idea of
male submission was, but everyone said the story was exceptionally hot.
After writing the story, I got more relaxed with Corey and decided I
would ask her to lunch.

I'm  kind of a talker, and I think I express myself well; it's necessary
for  my  job.  But  I  found  myself at a loss for words during lunch.
I talked  about  anything.  I  was  like a nervous kid. I was afraid I
was making a fool of myself. She never looked that way at me during
lunch, I was  just nervous. The topic of my story writing came up and I
mentioned the    public   site   where   some   of   my   stories   
were   posted, http://www.eroticstories.com. I thought she might like a
couple of them. They may even turn her on! Of course, I didn't say
that.

As  we  walked back, I summoned up the nerve to ask some questions about
her. She made it plain she would answer straightforwardly if I asked
her anything.  The  only  real  question I remember was what kind of
guy she liked,  and  the  only real portion of her response that rang
in my ears was  "I  like a guy who can take orders". She made that
statement with a smile and a giggle. Inside, I freaked.

The  words  rang in my head like a gong. Not merely for the fact that it
implied  she was a dominant, but something else. It was in my story.
The exact words. This happened on a Friday, just before we went our
separate ways  for lunch. The rest of the afternoon went right down the
toilet as far  as  work  was concerned. I was distracted, confused and
excited all wrapped  up  in  one  overwhelming emotion. Had she seen
the story about her?  I  had  changed  her  name,  but  there  were  a  
lot of beginning circumstances  that  would  have  left no doubt about
who the characters were.

The  rest  of  the  weekend  was  just the same kind of blur. I couldn't
concentrate,  I found myself pacing at times. I tried to watch movies
to divert  my  feelings,  but  nothing  worked. Friday night, I sent
her an email  with  a  link  to  the  public  site, just for something
to do. I struggled  with  the thought that she couldn't have seen my
private site and I had not physically shown the story to anyone else.

Saturday  was  no better. I woke up at my usual time, but didn't get out
of bed. I lay there thinking about her and the situation. Or was there
a situation?  Was I imagining things? If I wasn't, what was I going to
do? If she knew about the story, how could I face her again at work?
What if she  wasn't  really dominant and just thought I was some kind
of weirdo? Saturday  and  Sunday both found me pacing and looking for
things to do. Simple  things,  concentration  was  at  a  minimum.  I  
even canceled a computer consultation appointment with a client because
I didn't want to deal with the effort it was going to take to keep my
mind on the job.

What  was  I  going  to do on Monday when I went back to work? Where she
sat,  I  could  probably avoid her. I had taken vacation for the rest
of the  week,  so  I'd just have to avoid her Monday and Tuesday. But
did I want to? Did she want me to?

By  now,  you  can  see  how confused and tortured I was. I use the word
tortured  to  describe  the lack of direction to take. Well... then
came Monday.

I  tried to keep my mind on work, keep myself busy. I thought that would
be  the  key  to getting through this. But every hour or so, one
thought would  shoot  through  my  mind. Should I go over by Corey? The
confused thoughts  that  raced  through  my mind every time the
question came up, once  again,  distracted me from whatever I was
doing. Just before noon, the question had been answered for me.

"Paul,  Cory  called.  She  said her PC wouldn't start". Panic. I looked
around.  There  were  no  other  technicians to take the call. "She
said everything  looked  like  it was plugged in ok. You know how that
goes." The  receptionist  said,  grinning. Cindy was in her area! I
grabbed the walkie-talkie. "She asked for you." The receptionist said
as I picked it up. Well, that was it. One way or another I had to see
her.

Thoughts  again  flooded  my  mind  as  I hooked up my walkie-talkie and
headed  out  of  the  office  door.  She didn't seem the kind that
would embarrass me in front of everyone, so I didn't have to worry
about that. But  what  suggestions  or  comments  would  she make? I
could easily be embarrassed without anyone else knowing what was going
on. I was careful enough to use a "writers" name on my stories, so I
couldn't be connected with  them. I always used other names and places
IN my stories, so I was safe there. What was going to happen? Had I
done something stupid? Was I overreacting?

My  palms were sweaty and my hands were shaking as I neared her cubicle.
My  heart  was racing and I felt flush. I stopped just short of her
cube to calm down. "Paul! Whassup, guy?" a friend chirped up as he
walked by. Oh,  no!  No  time  to  calm  down.  She  had  to  know I
was there now. "S.S.D.D.!" I muttered as I continued my mission.

I  walked  around  into her cube with my usual smile, and I was in luck!
She  wasn't  there!  I set down my tool kit and started checking
cables. The  PC  monitor was hooked to the machine in a manner that
didn't allow the machine to be pulled out very far, so I had to get
under the desk to check  the  connections on the back of the machine.
Then I felt her. Her foot brushed my leg as she sat down in her chair.
I froze.

"There he is!" she chirped. "How was your weekend?" I went flush. Was it
my  imagination  again, or did her tone reflect knowledge of what I
went through?  I  looked down. She was sitting with her legs slightly
parted, wearing  the same skirt she had worn before. I could see into
the skirt, that  she  was  wearing  pantyhose, but no panties.
Everything above the waist was above the desk. "Paul?". I jumped at her
voice again. I took a deep  breath and realized I better say something.
"Sorry didn't know you were  talking to me! Too short, as usual! How
about you?" I responded as I  regained  my concentration and noticed
the power cord was halfway out of  the  machine.  It  could have been
kicked... or something. I avoided looking at her legs again as I
crawled out from under her desk and stood up. She wasn't looking at me,
but she had a smile on her face. I clicked on the machine and it came
to life. "There ya go!" I said, a bit anxious to leave at the moment...
yet... not.

"Sent  you an email about another problem I'm having." She continued. "I
had  a  file  attached  to  it  that I couldn't open. Did you get it?"
I hadn't  checked  my  email all morning. It's one of the things I
forgot. "Not  yet,  sorry!  I'll look as soon I get back downstairs." I
replied. "Good. Thank you for getting here so quick!" she said and
turned to look up  at  me. The look was half there. She wasn't upset
with me obviously, but I didn't know what to make of it.

My  heart slowed down as I went back to the office. It may be ok, I told
myself. Let's see what's in this email.

I  sat  down  at  my  desk and fired up email. Her message was there. It
explained  the  problem she had opening the file. I checked the file.
It was  a WordPerfect 4 file. We used MS Word at our office. This was
going to  be  an  easy one. I called her and told her that Word would
not open this  version of a WordPerfect file. Her voice, although it
was soft and sweet,  crackled  like  lightning  over  the  phone.  "I  
know.  I  have WordPerfect  4  at home, and it's not opening there,
either. You consult on the side, right?" I went numb. I thought I
swallowed my tongue. There was dead silence for what seemed like an
eternity.

"Sure!"  I finally managed to almost squeak out. Confusion about what to
say  set  in  again, but it didn't matter. "Good. Here's my address."
It obviously wasn't a question as to whether or not I would come out
there. She  gave  me her address. "Tonight or tomorrow night?" she
asked. There was  no time to think about it. "Tomorrow night will be
fine!" I blurted out. I looked around and was relieved that no one was
nearby to hear it. "See  you  around  6?  I'll have something for
dinner!" She had an early shift,  since she went to college on
Wednesday and Friday, but for me, 6 o'clock  was  pushing  it.  I had
to get home and get the car and get to where  she  lived  in  less than
2 hours, but it was possible. And I was excited  and  yet apprehensive
as a school kid. "I'll be there!" I said, looking around before I said
it this time.

Another  afternoon  at  work shot to hell. So was half of Tuesday. I was
excited,  passing off the harder problems, whipping out the easier
ones; not  telling a soul about anything. On the way home on the train
Tuesday Evening,  it  hit me... my story... I had my first encounter
with her in my story at her place! And I had gone over to fix a problem
with her PC! I  became  oblivious  to  everyone else on the train as I
felt myself go flush.  It  couldn't  be... it was just coincidence... I
mean, I work on computers. She knows that. She just needed help or she
was just using it as  an  excuse  to get me over. It couldn't have
anything to do with the story.  It  was a hardware error in the story
anyway... I almost blew my stop  on  the train. I walked into the
house, washed up and changed. All the  while  thoughts  running through
my head about what the night would hold. I picked up my jacket and car
keys and walked to the car.

Traffic  was  pretty bad, but I made it to her front door at about 5:55.
"On  time! I like that!" she said coolly as she opened the door. I
stood in  shock. She was wearing a one- piece midi skirt, red, bright
red, and tight.  Just  like  in  my  story.  My thoughts raced as I
instinctively turned  and  looked  at  the door, then downward. Oh,
geeez, is this all coincidence? Or does she know?

"Are  you coming in? Or are you going to stand out there all night?" she
smiled.  I  was  startled  slightly and apologized as I stepped into
her townhouse.  It was attractive and you could tell it was a woman's
place; clean,  orderly and kinda "homey". "Let's eat first." She
quipped as she took  off  my jacket. Well, that was different. In my
story, I fixed her computer  first.  "This  way."  She  said  after  
she hung up my coat. I followed  her  down a short hall checking out
her beautiful legs and ass as she walked. Her hair was beautiful
against her neck and shoulders.

I  froze  one again as we entered the small dining room. Two red candles
placed   at   the   sides  of  the  table,  not  in  the  middle.  
Brass candleholders,  red  tablecloth, glasses of red wine. But the
kicker was the  napkins.  They  were  black.  This was all exactly as I
wrote in my story.  The  odds  were now too high for my comfort. Cory
continued into the dining room and looked back at me where I stopped.

"Something  wrong?"  she asked with a sly tone in her voice. I swallowed
hard.  Do I say something, or do I go along with this? I could feel
that my  face was flushed and my palms were getting sweaty again. If
she knew the  whole  story,  this  could  be  the best night of my
life... or the worst.  I  regained my composure somewhat. "Nice
arrangement." I managed to  say.  "Thank you!" she replied. "I
especially like the idea of black napkins  against  a  red tablecloth.
Your idea?" I asked. She smiled and practically  glared  at  me.  "No,  
probably  saw  it in a catalog..." I proceeded into the dining room.
"Or read it somewhere." She continued.

I stopped by a chair, took a deep breath, tilted my head back and caught
myself  closing  my  eyes.  "What's wrong?" she asked slyly. "You ok?"
I opened  my  eyes,  stared at the curtains on the dining room wall
across from me. "Ok, look, I'm sorry." I muttered. She walked around
behind me, as  I  stood  there  frozen,  like  a deer caught in the
headlights of a speeding car.

She  stepped  up against me, he breasts against my shoulders. She had to
turn  her head down slightly to whisper in my ear. Her perfume filled
my nostrils.  "You're  sorry?  Why?  Did  you do something wrong?"
Again, a different  location  in my story, but the exact words she had
said. If I had  been  any  more  nervous,  my  teeth  would have been
chattering. I couldn't  answer.  She  stepped  away and into the
kitchen. "I don't see where you've done anything wrong, so why don't
you sit down?"

I moved to a chair and sat down. I sat there quietly as she moved around
in the kitchen. Oh, no... the food, I thought. In my story, the meat
was filet  minion, with corn and mashed potatoes. Since she couldn't
see me, I  closed  my  eyes.  I'm  not  sure  if  it  was  a prayer or
a general statement.  Please... let this go well, I thought to myself.
I knew this evening could go either way from this point on.

She  brought  dinner out. It was pork chops. She set two more bowls down
on  the  table,  then  moved  to  the  other  side  and  sat down.
"Help yourself," she said smiling. First I took a pork chop from the
plate and set  it on mine. Then took a bowl. I removed the lid. Mashed
potatoes. I spooned  some  slowly  onto  the  plate,  trying  not  to
look at her. I replaced  the  lid  and  took  the next bowl. Corn. I
stared at it for a moment. "Don't like corn?" she asked. I jumped
slightly at her question. "Oh,  it's  fine..."  I  replied.  I spooned
some onto my plate and then started  cutting a pork chop. "Like pork
chops?" She asked. She piped up again before I had a chance to answer.
"Not a real beef person myself... steaks are usually too tough". I
dropped my fork on the plate. The sound echoed in my ears like a plate
glass window shattered by a brick.

"It  seems like you're nervous," she said. "Are you sure something's not
wrong?"  I  wiped  my  hands  on  the  napkin.  "I  said I was sorry."
I muttered.  She  smiled,  picked  up  her  fork  and  started eating.
She swallowed,  took a sip of her wine and smiled at me again. "Oh, you
must mean  the  story.  It  was  about  me, wasn't it?" It was final.
All the torture was over. I was busted. But how did she... it didn't
matter now. I  sat  for  what  seemed to be an eternity staring at my
plate. "Wasn't it?" This time it was more of a demand for an answer
than a question. So much  so, that I jumped. "Yes, yes it was." I
replied. Again, I couldn't move while she continued to eat. I felt like
a trapped animal.

Her  voice  was  soft  again. "You really should eat something." I still
couldn't  move.  "You  may  need  the  energy  tonight."  Her words
shot excitement  and  fear  through  me  as  I sat there staring at my
plate. "Paul."  There  was the command in her voice again. I picked up
my knife and fork and began eating.

"You  know,  you're  one hell of a writer, Paul" she said between bites.
"But  has  it  ever  happened  to you for real?" The fear and
excitement started  a  stir  of  sexual tension that I'd only nearly
felt before in writing my stories, but this was more intense. I felt an
erection coming on. "No, it hasn't" I muttered.

"Hmmm... I really don't get into the word "mistress"... But I like to be
called  by  my  name. You wouldn't mind calling me Miss Corey, would
you Paul?"  I  hesitated.  "No." "No?" she piped back. I almost choked
on my food.  "I'm  sorry. No, Miss Cory." "Good" she replied. I felt
toes move their  way  up my leg to my crotch and stop to rub against
what was soon becoming a raging hard-on. "This is going to be a very
interesting night for you, Paul. Very interesting. Interesting for me,
too."

It  was  a short... but long dinner. The few times I looked up at Corey,
she  was  watching  me intently while she ate. One time, she clamped
her teeth  on  her fork and drew it out slowly. I was literally shaking
with fear,  anticipation and lust. When we were done eating, she stood
up and walked toward my side of the table. "Come with me." She said.

I  followed  her down another hall to the bathroom. She leaned against a
wall.  "Shower  is  right  there"  she said. My mind flashed back to
the story.  "Unless  you're  going to shower with your clothes on, I
suggest you  strip"  she said without moving. Now my erection was
dwindling... I began  to  undress.  I  had  my  back  to  her  as I
finally took off my underwear.  "Turn around." She ordered. My pecker
by now was all reduced to  about  an inch and a half in length. I
turned around. "Funny, felt a lot  bigger  than  that under the table!"
she smiled. She was twirling a toothpick in her mouth.

She  stepped  past me and pushed the shower curtain aside. My heart fell
into the pit of my stomach. In my story, there was a chain and
handcuffs attached  to  the  showerhead.  Corey had two pair of
handcuffs on a bar positioned  at  each  end  just  under  the  
showerhead.  "Look, I..." I started. I didn't even know what I was
going to say. "Get in, Paul." She interrupted firmly. I got in. She
took my left hand and brought it up to the handcuff on the left side of
the bar. I was standing there naked and confused. She took my other
hand and locked it to the other side.

Corey  stepped  back  from the shower and started stripping. "Yes, Paul,
it's  going  to be an interesting night." She said as she peeled her
red bra,  stockings,  garter and panties off. As she stepped into the
shower behind  me,  she  said,  "You  see,  Paul, I don't trust my men
to clean themselves.  They  never  do  a  good enough job for me. I
have to do it myself." I shuddered as I recognized it as another line
from my story. I was  in  for  a cleaning I was not going to soon
forget, and if I didn't stand  and  take  it,  it  was  going to be
worse. In my story, John was threatened  with nipple and ball clamps if
he pulled off the showerhead, so he had to hold his arms up and hang
on.

She  pulled the shower curtain closed and as she snapped on the water, I
muttered,  "please  don't  hurt  me." "What?" she replied. "Please
don't hurt  me,  Miss  Corey,"  I  repeated  more  loudly  through  the
water. "Remember,  Paul... I read the story. I know you're not into
pain. But I also  know  the  ways you make a man hurt without using
steel and pointy objects.  Yes,  Paul...  you're going to hurt. But if
you're a good boy, you'll  be  rewarded."  "But  if you're a good
boy...", yet another line from my story. She remembered quite a bit.

I was positioned so the warm water was running directly down my head and
body.  Corey  reached  over to the liquid soap dispenser and dispensed
a large  amount  of  soap on her hand. Then she reached over to the
window and  grabbed a small brush with a strap. She started rubbing the
soap on my  back,  then  washing  it  with the brush. The first few
seconds felt good,  but  the  brush  was stiff and it became more like
scrubbing than rubbing.  My  skin was beginning to hurt. She proceeded
to scrub my neck and  shoulders.  Then  she reached around to scrub my
chest and stomach. Next  were  my legs and feet. I looked down at
myself and saw that I was all  pink  from the scrubbing and my skin
stung all over. Just like John in my story.

The  first  test was coming. She washed my hair and face with a rag, and
then lathered up again. "Let's see... this was a "test" wasn't it
Paul?" she  said  as she kicked my feet apart, one at a time. At the
thought, I was  already  getting  an  erection.  "And... if you failed,
you'd get a really  long,  cold,  rinse,  right?  Isn't  that  the way
it went?" she continued.  Oh,  geez...  that  was the agreement. She
was to thoroughly wash  Johns'  crotch  and he was not to climax. At
all. John managed it, but in reality, I didn't believe there was a way
in hell I could undergo that  type  of  treatment  from  Corey,  from  
any woman for that matter without  climaxing.  She  pulled open the
shower curtain a small amount, revealing a small clock on the sink.

"Let's  see...  5  minutes,  right?"  she  hissed,  as though she knew I
wouldn't hold out. Both hands filled with lather, she reached around
and took my now half-erect cock in one hand and brought the other
between my ass  cheeks.  She  started  massaging my cock firmly with
the lather and shoving the fingers of her other hand down across my
asshole and into my crotch.  My  cock  rose  in an instant as she
pumped slowly on my prick. Slowly,  methodically  she  probed  and
pumped. I knew I wasn't going to make it. Her lips came close to my
ear. "John may have," she said softly as she pumped and played with my
ass. "But I don't think," she hesitated and  stuck  her  tongue  into  
my ear. "You're going to MAKE it!" As she emphasized  the work MAKE,
she rammed a finger deep into my asshole. She pumped my cock harder and
faster.

It was only 3 minutes and it was as good as over. My knees buckled and I
caught  my breath, clenched my teeth, trying to hold it back, but it
was senseless.  She  won,  as she knew she was going to. I exploded
into the shower  wall  as  she kept her finger in my ass and kept
milking my cock until  I  couldn't spend any more. "Aw, too bad... not
as good as "John" at  this,  are  you?" she said. I was almost hanging
by the handcuffs as she rinsed my cock and ass. She pulled the shower
curtain back enough to step  out.  "Pardon me while I dry off. Oh
yes... the deal." She reached back  into  the shower and snapped the
faucet all the way to the left. I was instantly accosted by an onrush
of ice-cold water.

From  my  position,  the  most I could do was pull my face back, but the
cold  water  still  cascaded  over my chest, shoulders and down my
whole body.  No  matter  where  I  moved I was still pummeled with cold
water. After  having  climaxed  and  been  scrubbed until I was pink,
the water seemed  even  much  more cold. I turned to look out of the
shower to see Corey  seated on the closed toilet applying shaving cream
to the already small  hairs  on her pussy. As she picked up her razor,
she looked in at me.  Probably  expecting  I wouldn't hear her through
the running water, she  mouthed,  "You're  next", pointing at me. That
wasn't in the story, either.

I  was  starting to shiver now as I changed positions, trying to get the
water  to change direction on me. I glanced out at Corey every couple
of minutes hoping she would uncuff me, but she was taking her time,
shaving her  pussy  clean.  Finally, she wiped herself clean and stood
up. Now I was  quivering  in the shower. "Are we cooled off yet"? She
asked coyly. She  reached  in  and turned off the shower. "Oh... I'll
be right back." She  said as she stooped to pick up my clothes. It was
quiet now, except for  the  water  dripping  off  me. Even the warmth
of the bathroom felt better now.

Corey came back into the bathroom wearing a red silk robe. She had a key
and  started  unlocking  the cuffs. "Your clothes are in the washer
now, but  that's  ok,  you  won't be needing them for the rest of the
night." Another line from the story. I remembered that John had
complained about walking  around naked and for his complaint his
mistress made him wear a pair of her panties around the house. I wasn't
saying a word. I was sore and shivering as I stepped from the shower.
She handed me a towel. "When you're  done  drying  off,  meet  me in
the living room" she said as she turned away. Then she stopped. "Oh,
and leave the towel here, Paul."

I  dried  off  quickly  as I could. The heater kicked on and I aimed the
vent up at me to warm up. I sat for about 5 minutes under the warm
heat. It was apparently taking too long. "Paul?" I heard from the
living room. I  hung  the towel on the rod and slowly made my way to
the living room. My pecker looked like it was half an inch long...

"Come  here..."  Corey  said  as  I walked into the room. She was on the
couch in her red nylons, garter, panties and bra once more, with the
red silk robe on over it. The shades were drawn and the room was only
lit by one lamp next to her. There was a pan of water by the coffee
table. This wasn't  in  the  story.  "Sit  down on the edge of the
coffee table" she said.  I  sat  down. "Lean back on your hands." I
did. "Spread your legs wide".  I  obeyed. She picked up a pair of
scissors and leaned over from the couch. She began trimming the hair
from my crotch.

"Please  don't  do this, Miss Corey" I asked softly. She just smiled and
kept  trimming. "What, might look bad to the guys at the club?" She
knew I  was  the  member  of  the health club near work. I didn't
answer. She finished trimming and took a washrag out of the pan of
water. She placed the  pan  on  the  floor  at  the  edge  of the
coffee table and started squeezing  the  water from the washrag onto my
crotch so that it ran off the  edge of the table into the water. Then
she reached into the cushion and  pulled  out a can of shaving cream.
She applied it to my crotch. It was cooling. Then she reached for the
razor.

"I  also  like  my  men  hairless  here, like me. Now... if you sit real
still,  you'll  be okay through this. If not, well, I hate to think
what could  get  cut  off,"  she  said  smiling. She began to shave me.
I sat still.  REAL still. When she was done, she rinsed me off. And
told me to stand up. My whole crotch was bald.

As  she  dried  me  off,  she asked, "Have you ever REALLY eaten a pussy
Paul?"  I  gave  her a matter-of-fact look and looked away. "You
haven't answered  my question." "Yes, Miss Corey" I replied. "Did you
enjoy it?" she  asked.  I hesitated. "Sometimes" I answered.
"Sometimes? Right. How many  times have you made a woman come with your
tongue Paul? Don't lie. You know by now I can tell if you lie." I
closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  Somehow,  I  knew  she was
right. She'd know. I opened my eyes. "Twice" I admitted. "So
"sometimes" you enjoyed it? Does that mean once? Or both times? Or
neither?" I couldn't answer.

"You know, I've found that most guys who want to be dominated are afraid
of  pussy, Paul... is that you? Are you afraid of a woman because of
her pussy,  Paul?"  I  was  sitting there naked in front of a tall
beautiful woman  and  my  secrets  were  being  pulled  out  of me as
if a cop was grilling  me.  She was determined to have me bare
everything, inside and out.  "I  don't know," I muttered. "You don't
know? Paul, Paul, Paul..." she  said  as she stood up and walked around
behind me to the other side of  the  coffee table. "You're a grown man!
Don't answer like a cornered child! You are, or you aren't. Are you
afraid of a woman's pussy? Answer me!"  Now I was confused. I knew I
wasn't AFRAID of a woman's pussy, but I  didn't  know  what  I WAS
afraid of. "I don't think so, Miss Corey" I said. "Another childish
answer." She said.

Corey  leaned  on  the  table behind me and gently licked the base of my
neck  by  my  shoulder.  "Or  are  you  just afraid of women, Paul?"
she whispered hotly in my ear. One of my hands slid off the coffee
table. On one side of the living room wall were mirrors. I heard her
step away and looked  over into the mirrors to see what she was doing.
She picked up a small  footrest  by  an  easy  chair and set it next to
the coffee table behind  me.  It was even with the height of the coffee
table. She saw me looking and looked over at me in the mirror and
smiled.

"Lay  down,  Paul."  I  laid back on the coffee table. "Now, move up." I
slid  up  until  my  head  was resting on the footstool. She went to
the couch  and  brought two small pillows back with her. We were back
to the story  again. I knew what was going to happen, as she placed a
pillow on each  side  of  the stool. "I liked your story, Paul. And I
think it's a great  way  to  REALLY  introduce  you  to  pussy!  
Obviously, it hasn't happened,  because  it  was  just a fantasy,
right, Paul?" I took a deep breath.  "Please Miss Corey..." I begged.
"Oh, yes, Paul. Beg. I love to hear a man beg. Especially a man who's
afraid of a woman..."

Corey  reached  under  the  coffee  table and brought out two ropes with
leather  cuffs  on one end and metal and rubber clamps on the other.
She fastened  the  metal and rubber ends to the legs of the coffee
table and when  she  reached  for  my arm, I instinctively pulled it
away. "Please don't."  I begged. She stopped. She gently stroked my
hair, the suddenly grabbed  a  handful and pulled. I yelped. "Now Paul,
you said you're not into  pain.  Let's  not  find out, shall we?" I
relaxed. She attached my wrists to the ropes then adjusted them so they
were tight.

She turned around and stood over me, so I was looking right up the front
of  her. Her nylons, garter, red silk panties and large breasts,
tightly restrained  by  the red silk bra. Then she slid her hand into
her crotch beneath  her panties and started playing with herself as she
spoke. "So, our  mistress  in your story got her panties real wet
first, right? That won't  be  hard.  I'll  just  think about what I'll
be doing to you in a little while, and what you'll be doing FOR me" she
smiled.

"I  know  you  remember  what  happened  in  your  story,  right?" I was
confused.  I  was  genuinely  questioning  my  situation now. "Yes,
Miss Corey"  I mumbled. Corey pressed her silk panties into her crotch
as she continued  to  play  with herself through them. Even in the dim
light of the lamp behind her, I could see a wet spot forming on them.
She pressed even  harder,  and  I  could hear her moistness beneath her
fingers. She took a deep breath.

"Oh, yes, Paul!" she gasped and bit her lower lip. "You're going to LOVE
pussy  by  the time we're done here." Her fingers were moving around
her clit  and it was almost visible now as the sounds of her moisture
became more  prevalent.  My  cock starting responding to what I was
seeing. She gasped once again and stopped. "It's time, Paul," she said,
panting. She brought  her  legs  together  close  to  my  head and
started taking her panties  off. Then she sat down on my stomach,
knocking some of the wind out  of  me. She stared at me, folding her
panties so the wet crotch was forward.  "Please..."  I  mumbled,  but
she put her thumb on my chin and opened my mouth. She stuffed the wet
crotch of her panties in and closed my mouth on them. I could taste
her. It was sweet, and yet tart.

"I  like  this part next, Paul. Are you ready?" I took a deep breath and
closed  my  eyes. I knew what was next. When she moved, I opened my
eyes again,  just  in time to see her fingers had her lips spread wide
as she pushed  her shaven pussy down onto my face and nose. She was
hot, wet... very  wet,  and at the moment, suffocating. She moved her
hips around in circles  as she let her weight down slowly on my face.
Only the width of the  footstool  kept  her  from blocking my view
upward. She looked down past  her  breasts at me, smiling, squirming,
and then biting her lip as she moved slowly forward and back against my
nose. I, on the other hand, could  not  breathe  and was starting to
panic. Like the story, but this was too real.

I  twisted  my  head,  trying  to  escape her thighs, then moaned loudly
against  her,  panicking,  struggling  uselessly  against the ropes.
She lifted  herself, panting. "Is it just like your story, Paul? Do you
feel like  John?"  I  sensed this was not to be a long reprieve and
grabbed a deep  breath  before she planted her pussy over my nose
again, this time leaning  forward  as  she  moved back and forth
against my nose. She was using it to get off, just like in my story.

"I love this, Paul. Don't you? I love my pussy on your face! You know, I
think  I'll  cum  on your face a few times before make you eat my
pussy. What  do think... 3 times each before you get a break? I mean,
I'll come on  your face 3 times, then I'll teach you to eat my pussy
until I cum 3 more  times.  Yeah,  that  sounds good! How come you're
not answering me Paul?"  She  looked  down  at me, smiling, her breasts
bouncing from her movement.  "Oh,  that's  right!  You're  not  
breathing! And besides, my panties  are  in your mouth!" She laughed,
panting. I could tell she was getting close to cumming. I grunted again
to beg for air, but she didn't stop  until  I  once  again  started
twisting and moaning loudly, on the verge of passing out. She got up.

"Ooop! What's wrong, Paul? Don't want you passing out on me! You have to
go through this awake!" I struggled for breaths of air, and on my
second breath,  she  pushed her wet, dripping pussy back onto my face
and nose. She  proceeded  to buck against my face again, wilder this
time. She was going  to cum. Her pussy was hot and sopping wet against
my face, as she started  moaning  and  bucking.  She  grabbed my hair
and forced my face harder  into  her pussy as she came. It was
trickling up my nostrils and down  my  throat. I couldn't choke,
because I couldn't breathe. I pulled harder  against  the  ropes.  Her
cum soaked her panties that were in my mouth  and  now  I  had  the  
stronger, bittersweet taste in my nose and mouth.  She  was  panting
and bucking against my face like a wild animal now.  I was running out
of breath again. She stopped and moved back onto my chest.

When  I  tried  to breathe in air, I inhaled her cum. That wasn't in the
story  either.  I  choked  and  tried  breathing what I could around
and through  her  panties  in  my mouth, which were now soaking wet
with her cum.  My  face  was  wet  and cold, and I felt her cum
dripping down the sides of my face as well. Eventually, my nose and
throat were clear, and she  was  still  sitting  on my chest,
preventing any deep breaths on my part.

"Well,  Paul!  That  was  nice!",  she  said panting, still playing with
herself.  "Aren't  pussies fun? Oh, sorry, you can't talk yet. I'll
tell you what, when I cum two more times, we'll talk a little then
before you start  learning  to  eat pussy." She watched as I breathed
normally. She continued  to  play  with  herself. After a few minutes,
she was panting again.  She  said  "Uh-Oh,  Paul,  I'm getting hot
again. Are you ready? Well,  if  you're  not,  too  bad!" And she
jumped forward, planting her still hot pussy back on my face. I grabbed
as much air as I could before she started again.

Immediately, she started with circular motions, pushing my nose and face
deep  into her hot, wet pussy. It was different this time, even if for
a moment.  I  felt  myself getting hard again. Maybe because I had time
to take  a  breath; maybe because to have a woman's pussy on my face
really was  a turn on. But it didn't take long before survival began to
kick in once  more.  I  tried  to  turn  my head, I moaned and she kept
going. I moaned  again  and again. I was getting light-headed, scared.
She jumped off.  "Oh,  Yes,  Paul! Almost there! Breathe little boy!
That's all you get!"

I  had  managed  to  grab  a  couple of short breaths before she started
riding  my face again. Her lips were swollen now, and her clit passed
on either  side  of  my  nose  as she went wild, more so this time than
the last.  She  bucked against my face and let her weight down, so I
thought my head would be crushed. She was so far down on my face, my
nose was so far  inside her that her lower belly was touching my
eyebrows. Just as I was  about  to  panic  again,  she  began to cum.
Again, running down my nostrils  and  into  my  mouth,  around the
panties. This time there was hardly  any  room  for  the cum to escape
down the sides of my face. She hopped  of  once  again,  this  time,
turning to sit on the coffee table beside me, huffing and puffing.

"Oh,  GOD,  Paul,  YES! We have to do that one more time!" I choked once
more on the cum in my nostrils and turned my head to the side, trying
to get  them  to  drain out, swallowing what I had to. When they
cleared, I looked  over  at  her.  She  gently  pushed  her fingers
into her pussy, flinching,  more slowly this time. She took them out
and put two fingers into  her  mouth  licking them off, watching me the
whole time, panting, catching  her  own  breath. She bit her lip, as
she began to rub herself more intensely again.

I  was  having  mixed  emotions  now.  At  times  I was turned on beyond
explanation,  other  times,  I  was truly afraid. Then there times I
was both.  I  felt  like crying. I wanted it to stop, but I didn't. I
pulled helplessly  at  the  ropes  as  I  saw her fingers working
faster in her pussy.  Could I take another session of this? Much less
four more? I was weak now. I could hardly pull on the ropes any more.
"Yes! Yes!" I heard her  again  as  she started to move. There was no
choice. I was going to take it again.

She  jumped back onto my face and began the same motions as the last two
times.  Panting  heavier  now, looking down at me as she did. "Last
time this  way,  Paul!  Next  time,  you're  going  to  make me cum
with your tongue!"  She  panted. She began riding my face again,
forward and back, her  clit  rubbing against my nose harder and harder.
Side to side, then again  in  a circular motion. This time, just as I
started to worry, she let  me  breathe.  I found out why. "Breathe,
little boy!" she said. I'm about  to  come  again and I'm not giving
you another one until I do!" I took  breaths  while  she  was panting
out the order. I got one deep one before she took over again.

I  knew  she  wasn't  far off; she was quivering as she drove down on my
face  and  continued  circular motions this time, around and around,
but still not enough for me to get air. But she wasn't coming fast
enough. I started  to  struggle again and began moaning. She looked
down at me and smiled.  "Uh-Uh...  not  yet..."  she  said  panting.  
She kept going... watching  me  as  I  stared up at her, trying to
plead with my eyes. She looked  up  finally,  moaning loudly, but kept
going. I got light-headed again and everything went black, just for a
second.

I hadn't quite passed out, and I came to my senses choking cum out of my
nose and throat once more, but I couldn't see anything yet. My eyes
were blurry as I struggled for consciousness. I felt the panties
removed from my  mouth  and  grabbed  all  the  air I could. As I
grabbed air, I came around  again, my vision started clearing. After a
few seconds, I lifted my head and looked around. Corey was back on the
couch, twirling her wet panties on her finger, panting and smiling.

"Love  your  face, Paul! Is that how you felt when you wrote about it in
your story? Or was it a little different?" I squirmed against the
ropes. It  was  different... quite a bit different. "Please..." I
gasped, still recovering. "Please what? What do you want?" she said
slyly. "Please let me  go..."  She  stood up and giggled. "Let you go?
Let you go? Paul, we haven't  even  reached  page  6!  She opened a
drawer on the stand table where  the  lamp  was  sitting  and took out
a small stack of paper. Oh, God... it was my story.

"Not  to mention, before we can cover the rest, you have to learn to eat
pussy...  the  right way... remember? You know... you picked the
perfect night  for  this.  I'm off tomorrow and you're off tomorrow! We
can take all  night!"  She started leafing through the pages of the
story. "Whew! And  this COULD take all night, especially if you have to
learn to do it right,  first.  And  page  15...  I can't wait..." I
thought back to the story. She couldn't... could she? She glanced at my
shriveled cock. "You know, I LOVED cumming on your face. I'm going to
love doing it more. But you  know  what  else  sounds  like  fun?"  The
things in the story were zooming through my head. It was easy in my
imagination, but this was too hard. I wondered if someone could really
stand everything I had written. "No, Miss Corey" I replied. "This." She
said.

She  moved  down  the  couch and reached under the coffee table again to
pull out two more ropes. She proceeded to tie my feet to the ends of
the coffee  table.  I knew what was coming as she positioned herself
between my  spread legs. It was great in the story, but I didn't know
if I could really  take  it.  If  she  was  going  by  the  book, this
was only the beginning  of  a  very  long pleasure/pain process.
Writing the story, I could stop and masturbate to relieve myself. But
in the story... "I love to  make  a  man  hard..."  my  thoughts  were
interrupted. "But I never refused to let a man cum... well, for so long
that is." I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue brush gently against my
naked balls and up my cock. The  sensation  was nothing like I ever
felt before. My groin begged for more immediately.

But  I was aware that if she knew what she was doing, it would not last.
It  wouldn't  last  until  I came, anyway. She would stop. In the
story, John  wasn't  allowed  to  come  for  a  long time, but he was
teased to aching.  He  begged  to  be released and she wouldn't let
him. This went through  my  mind  as  she  starting licking all over my
balls and cock. Teasing  the sensitive area, licking mercilessly at the
head, then down, slowly.  The  sensations  of  her tongue on my bald
skin were driving me crazy.  I  was  hard  in moments, but she kept
moving slowly, to keep me from  cumming.  After  what seemed an
eternity of sensation, she finally put  my  cock  in  her  mouth  and  
starting riding it, slowly at first, teasing,  then  faster.  I felt it
starting. For a fleeting moment I was sure she was going to make me
cum. Then I felt it throb. So did she. She stopped  and  squeezed  the  
base  of my cock as it throbbed against her fingers.

"Gaaaaaaa!"  I  moaned  as  the throbbing slowed down and the climax was
stopped.  "Oh,  PLEASE",  I begged. But she giggled. "That's not the
way the  story  goes,  Paul,  you know that!" She let go, and my cock
bobbed around  momentarily before it began getting soft again. She sat
down and picked up the story once more flipping through the pages. She
smiled and put down the story.

"Well,  since  you've  only  eaten  pussy a couple of times, I think you
should  have a couple lessons first, before we continue. Don't you?"
She stood up and headed around the coffee table for the footstool once
more. I  whimpered.  I couldn't believe the sound came from me. She
stood over me,  poised  to  start  the lessons. "Poor little Paul..."
she said. "He gets  his  fantasy come true, and he's questioning his
ability to handle it,  aren't  you,  Paul?"  I looked up past her
nylon-clad legs. She was unhooking her bra as she talked and she tossed
the bra away.

"You're  not answering me Paul." "Yes." I said weakly. "Say it Paul, say
that  you're  not  sure if you can handle it. Say it." "Yes, Miss
Corey, I'm  not  sure  if I can handle it." I whimpered. She smiled
down at me. "But  you  will, Paul, you will. Believe me. You'll have
your fantasy if it  takes  all  night."  Then she licked her fingers
and put them in her pussy.  The  lessons  were  about  to start, and
there was nothing I was going to do about it.

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The Party: Formal Ending

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We’re standing in the living room area, holding glasses of wine and making light conversation with the people around us.

I’ve dressed as you desired tonight: a black, low cut, thigh high and form fitting silk dress. You want the others to admire me as you hook your arm around my waist.

Discreetly, you pull up the back of my dress to see if all the other men staring at me is making me wet. The you stop.

“Young lady, where are your panties?!” you hiss at me angrily. “I bought those especially for tonight.”

“I, um, I forgot to put them on, Sir”, I answer quietly.

“Nice try… I’m not buying that one! I laid your outfit

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for tonight FOR you! I KNOW the panties were there!” You roughly grab my hand and we weave through the people to find the Host.

Standing before him, you say to me, “Now, tell him what a naughty girl you’ve been, Krissy. I don’t think that he will appreciate your unladylike behaviour!”

I gulp because you’ve spoken rather loudly and people around us are starting to stare. “I’m sorry, Sir. I had the indecency to come to your party without any panties on under my dress. It would have been very rude of me if someone had gotten a peek at my private parts.”

The Host looks at you and then says, “Very well. I cannot allow such a dirty girl to remain unpunished while under my roof! Please take her to the back room and deal with her insolence.”

You nod in agreement and then smack my ass through my dress right there. By now, everyone seems to be watching and the heat is rising in my face, as well as my ass. “Get a move on, Missy. You’re lucky that he didn’t ask us to leave! Now march!”

Giving me a slight push, I begin the way towards the hallway a few feet away. All eyes are on me and I wish the ground would just swallow me up! I don’t know what’s worse: Everyone at the party knowing I’m going to get a spanking, or staying at the party after I’ve had the punishment!

Once in the back room, I expect you to close the door to give us privacy, but instead you leave it wide open.

“You wanted everyone to have a chance to look at your little cunt, Little One. So I’m going to let everyone hear you getting your spanking instead.”

Inside the room is a love seat and a table tennis table set up. I stand there, nervously twisting the hem of my dress, waiting for your instructions as your eyes scan the room.

“I want you on the couch on your knees, your elbows resting on the back.” You’ve finally decided what I deserve and I get into position.
Tell me you’re sorry that you’ve such a little slut.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Sir! I’ll never do it again!” I whimper as I hear you undoing your belt. I gulp. I NEVER take the strap well…

“No…. No, baby girl. You WON’T ever do this again. But I need to be sure that you’ve learned your lesson,” you tell me as you stand near me, sitting on the arm of the couch.

I brace myself for the sting of the leather, but all I feel is your hand on my bare ass. I almost sigh in relief as 10 quick slaps are delivered to my cheeks. Then you stop.

*CRACK*

I cry out as the belt lashes across my warm butt. I should have known better than to think it would be that easy!

“Yes, little girl. Cry out so that everyone in the other room can hear a naughty girl getting what’s due! I’m sure they’re enjoying it, whispering amongst themselves what a dirty girl you are…”

After another 9 lashes with the belt, you stop once more.

‘Maybe it’s over,’ I foolishly think to myself. But I’ve been in this position too many times to believe that.

I feel you smacking my legs just below my ass with your hand, below where the hem of my dress will fall. ‘Oh no,’ I think to myself. I know what you’re going to do next…

When the top back of my legs is a nice pink colour, you snap the belt across that tender area as well.

I’m sobbing now, apologizing to you about what a brat I am.

After my legs are same colour as my ass, you stop once more.

“Come with me, young lady,” you say as you pull me by the arm off the couch and back to where the party is.

Everyone is looking at my tear-streaked face and my crimson ass and legs. You see the Host and drag me over there.

“Bend over, young lady,” you instruct, twirling me around so that my butt is facing the Host. You pull up my dress until it’s about mid-back and say, “Do you think she has learned her lesson yet?”

“Hhmm…..”

I’m trying to cover my pussy, but you smack my hands away. “This was what you wanted, Missy. Now everyone will get to see you bare!”

“Her bottom looks thoroughly punished to me. However, I think it would be very beneficial to her bratty attitude if she stood in the Corner for the next little while. Then she would have time to think about her sore bottom,” the Host finally says.

“That’s sounds like a fine idea to me! Go put your nose in that Corner by the drink table and I DON’T want to see those hands rubbing the sting out. Keep that dress pulled up too.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for punishing me, Sir,” I say before I head towards the Corner, holding my dress up…

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This is pretty good I am enjoying this little relationship we have going.  With the dog fantasy I do want to be naked and on all fours with just a leash and collar on.  I want to be treated just like a dog and nothing more.  I am not allowed on the furniture unless I have given permission from my master.  When I get thirsty I want to drink from a dog dish.  I love being used.  So my idea behind this was that I came into your place before you got off work and I made myself at home we have yet to play the dog fantasy so you are not expecting anything when you get home.  As I wait for you I am watching porn on the couch completely naked just playing with my pussy wishing I had your cock to play with.  As I am laying there moaning your dog has his head laying on the side of the couch kind of looking at me funny with his ears cocked back.  And I tell him you will be home shortly and pet his head with my hand he sniffs at my fingers and licks them and I pull away thinking I can not allow him to taste my pussy he is after all a dog.  But he still looks at me and seemed to really enjoy the taste of my sweet pussy juices so I play with myself some more and plunge my fingers deeply into myself making me moan.   As I pull out and start to put my hand towards the dog he almost jumps on the couch to get to my fingers.  As he is licking them clean I start to wonder how wonderful his tongue would feel against my pussy.  I wonder if I can get off from your dogs tongue.  I worry a little that you may come home in the middle of it and that would be the end of us.  But I don’t care at the point.

 

 I sit up on the couch and ask him if he likes the taste and he cocks his head and wags his tall I can see that his dick is starting to get hard as well.  So I make him sit because I want to get comfortable on the couch as he sits and waits I have to remind him a couple times to stay I think he actually craves my pussy juices now.  I sit with my ass close to the edge of the couch and legs spread far apart still playing with my pussy as I let him watch me.  I finally slap my pussy and tell him come on boy come get me and he lunges at me and starts to lick me as if my pussy is covered in peanut butter.  I can not believe the feeling of his soft big soaking tongue and it making me hornier then I already was.  I grab his ears and pull him further in telling him he is a really good dog and he really seems to enjoy every last drop of my pussy.  As I am enjoying him going to town on me I start to finger my ass and I come so close to coming a few times and start to wonder if he would fuck me if that was possible to do… 

 

I push him off and tell him to sit again which being a good dog he does as I the master tell him to do.  I can see his red dick is all the way out and it actually is looking pretty damn good.  I role him to his side and start to feel it.  I have never felt a dog’s dick before but it was pretty hard and was turning me on knowing how bad what I was doing was.  I want to see how he reacts to me sucking it but the thought of doing that kind of freaks me out at the same time I so badly want to try it.  I get on the floor rub his tummy a bit and he starts to get up I tell him no to stay and he lays down again.  I rub his dick with my fingers and touch it with just the tip of my tongue.  It taste kind of weird but I still want to see what he will do.  He kind of jumps a little when I slide my tongue against his dick.  I love the reaction kind of like a 13 year old boy getting his first blow job.  As I am licking and sucking his dick I hear the door open.  I most have forgot to lock it behind me.  And you walk in you kind of our in shock to see the sight of your gf sucking your dogs dick.  You ask me what the fuck I am doing and I tell you I was sorry that I just wanted to try and that I was just sitting watching porn and he licked my fingers and trying to explain myself you tell me it is ok you guess and you ask me if I was enjoying it.  I said yes a little that honestly I wanted to see if I could get him to fuck me but you came home.  And you tell me that you want to know if he will to.  The dog now coward in the kitchen from you yelling at me looking at you wondering if you are going to beat him or not.  You call him to us and say were you enjoying my gf while I was gone.  The dogs looks at you wags his tail and you tell me to get in position.  I get in all four and I am dripping wet from the excitement.  I can feel my juices moving down my inner thigh.  You lead the dog behind me and he starts to lick all over my pussy and thigh trying to get ever drop of me.  You try to him to get on me but he is really now understanding what we want.  So we give up on it for a few.  You stand in front of me and tell me that I am in trouble.  And I look at you with this grin and you go to the garage for a minute.  I am not sure if you are actually mad at me or not.  You return a moment later with a leash and collar.  You come over to me and tell me if I want to fuck your dog that I am going to have to be your bitch….  I am so turned on at this point I want to be your bitch I want you to punish me for what I have done.  You put the collar on me loosely and I say no tighter I want it hard to breath.  After you tighten it you ask if it is ok and I say nothing I just wag my ass as if to tell you I am good.  You unzip your pants and take them off then you take you boxers off and you tell me that I need to suck your dick you put it up to my mouth and I turn my head.  You grab my hair with one hand and you open my mouth with the other and shove your cock in my mouth.  You are already hard and you push it all the way back into my throat telling me I have been a bad bitch.  I gag a little and you love to hear that. As you are fucking my mouth I feel the dog start to sniff my pussy and ass and he licks it a couple times and I can feel him trying to climb on me.  I look up at you and you say it looks like he wants to join us now.  You walk around to my ass and help the dog mount me.  You have to guide his dick into my pussy and when it is in I moan just a little.  You come back around  to me so that you can finish fucking my mouth…  I am so enjoying every bit of this.  It feels kind of weird to have a dog fucking me but man is he enjoying it I always wanted to be fucked doggie style and properly.  He is really going to town to and I am sucking your dick.  I look up at you and you are just watching the dog fuck me and enjoying me sucking your dick.  After a few minutes the dog get off me and you ask if he is done.  He most be I wonder if he came in me I could not tell and you wonder to.  You get behind me and push your fingers into me and tell him that he is a good stud.  I know then my pussy is been filled with your dogs cum.  I wonder what is next and I start to feel this tongue against my pussy and at first I think it is the dog but I realize it is you.  Oh my god you are licking dog cum out of my pussy as much as this should sicken me I just turns me on more.  You come back around and start to open my mouth I think that it is time to suck your dick again but not this time you spit the dog cum in my mouth and tell me to swallow it all.  I do as I am told and I do it while I wag my tail.  You then go behind me and pure lube down my ass and shove your dick far and deep into my ass I hear you moaning I know you are not going to last long. The dog sees what you are doing and begins to lick you ass and balls which you love and you start to cum filling my ass completely and while you are cuming I start to as well.  I just can not hold it in anymore I love it.  I am moaning and you are finishing and you pull out. I start to get up and you tell me no go lay down that I have been a bad bitch…  I go lay in the corner and you sit on the couch and start to watch porn… 

 

Hope we get the chance to play someday. ;)

Mistress Nikki

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Mistress Nikki

**This story is based on my fantasies. I would love for them to come true one day.

 

I am a rather shy and submissive guy, so placing an ad or responding to an ad in a magazine or phone meeting line is almost unheard of for me, but I decided to place an ad in a magazine and on a BDSM phone meeting line. I said that I was looking for a strict but kind Mistress, that would dominate me, teach and train me, "break me in". I added that I was relatively new to this and that I am very submissive and willing to learn. A day or two after I had placed the phone add, there was a message in my system mailbox instructing me to contact her. She said her name was Mistress Nikki and she was interested in my ad. It took me a day to finally call her back. A

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woman with the same voice answered and after I identified myself she asked me detailed questions about my body and my fantasies. These are the questions she asked and my answers. "What is your first name and are you really willing to have me "break you in" as you said?" My name is Max and yes I am willing to have you "break me in". "Ok Max, what do you look like? How tall are you? How long and thick is your cock? Are you shaved?" I have brown hair, blue eyes, a muscular athletic body, I am 6' 3", my cock is just over 8 inches long and it is pretty thick, and I am trimmed. "Very good slave, very good. Now tell me your fantasies, all of them." Ok, my fantasies are to be dominated by a woman, tied up, teased and tortured, have my cock and balls tied up, some cock and ball torture, fuck my ass with a strap-on, make me suck and lick your pussy, ass and the strap on. Bring me to the brink of orgasm and then leave me there for as long as you want. Make me eat my own cum. I am kind of bi-curious, make me suck a real cock and eat its cum. "I like what I hear slave, I will make your fantasies a reality and even more." I was really excited, my cock was rock hard as I was talking to her on the phone. She invited me to her place (which was just a couple of hours away) for dinner and to see what else would happen on the first night. I was so hard that after I hung up the phone I stroked my cock and balls till I came 3 times. I couldn’t wait.

That weekend I drove to her place. It was a nice house out in the country. She had a long driveway and you couldn’t see the house from the road. I was greeted at the door by a beautiful woman. She had on a nice shirt and mini skirt with black stockings and black high heels. She had brownish/blonde shoulder length hair. She greeted me and we went into the house and into the dinning room. She had already put everything out for dinner. We sat down to eat and talked about nothing personal during the dinner, the weather, favorite movies, places to eat. When we where done eating she cleared off the table and we moved to the living room. She then asked me if I was still up for what we had talked about on the phone? I said yes. "Good", she said. "You will address me as Mistress from now on and you will obey everything that I say. Is that clear slave?" Yes Mistress I replied. "Good, now take off your clothes." I did as she said and striped down to my boxers and as I was about to take them off she told me to leave them on. She told me to stay where I was until she returned. When she came back she had a two bags with her. She opened one and pulled out a collar and placed in around my neck. "Now you are mine, slave", She said. She then pulled my boxers down and examined my body. My cock was rock hard as she was looking over my body. She then told me to put my hands behind my back and she put leather cuffs on my wrists and attached them together. Them she put the same leather cuffs on my ankles. She then attached a leach to my collar and made me follow her to the bathroom. "We need to shave your cock and balls and your ass slave." Yes Mistress I responded. She told me to sit on the edge of the bathtub. She got the razor and shaving cream and started to shave my cock and balls. I wiggled a little when she grabbed the shaft of my cock. "Don"t move slave you wouldn’t want me to slip now would you," she said with a little laugh. In a minute or two my cock and balls were completely shaven. She told me to turn over and she shaved my ass too. She wiped off the cream and then lead me to her dungeon. It had all sorts of toys on the walls, chains, tables, beds, rope, gags, you name it she had it. She then took my hands and attached them to two chains that were hanging down and then pulled them up. Then she attached my ankles to loops on the ground so I couldn’t move. Then she put a blindfold on me and left me there. It felt like forever but when she returned she smacked my ass (with a riding crop I found out later) to let me know that she had returned. "You have a big weekend in front of you, I hope you are ready for it." She said. Yes Mistress I responded. I then felt her put a harness/restraint on my cock and balls. I could feel the blood start to swell in the head of my cock. It was rock hard. "There that will keep you nice and hard for as long as I want, and you won’t be able to cum until I let you." I moaned. With that she shoved a ball gag into my mouth. She then released my arms and she told me to get up on the table. She assisted me onto it. I was told to get on my hands and knees. I could feel a leather strap being placed around my stomach. The next thing I knew, my wrists and ankles were tied to the legs of the table, my stomach was pulled up slightly by the strap attached to a rope from the ceiling. My head was then pulled back so I looked straight ahead (if I could see). I felt totally helpless. "Now the fun begins" I heard her say. It started with random whacks with the riding crop. Then came the electro torture. The wand was used tacitly to get the greatest moan/groan out of me. The electric wand shocked my nipples, my swollen rock hard cock and balls (over and over), my ass hole, and any other places where maximum stimulation could be had. All the while the crop, followed by a whip heated up my ass, thighs and back. She finally took a break. "I will be right back slave, don’t go anywhere," she said. I wasn’t going anywhere, I was on my hands and knees tied to a table, blindfolded and gaged, a collar, and a cock and ball harness/restraint on. I heard her return but I also heard another person with her. "I have a friend here with me slave. Her name is Mistress Stefanie. You are to call her Mistress as well, is that understood?" I tired my best to say Yes Mistress, but with the ball gag in it was impossible. She knew what I was trying to say, but she said, "I told you to call me and her Mistress slave, you will be punished for that." With that she and her friend took turns using the electric wand on my cock and balls and ass hole again. Then they enjoyed watching me jump as they teased me with ice cubes. One was even put in my asshole. Their fascination soon turned to my ass. I moaned and groaned as they inserted the end of the electric wand into my ass. That was followed by some fingers. I think a carrot, a dildo, vibrator and finally a vibrating butt plug. Now mind you, I’ve never had my ass penetrated (by anything), so this was quite an experience Erotic, a little painful and scary, but I was so hot and horny my cock felt like it was going to explode. After what seemed like an eternity, I was released from my table-torture. I still had the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, the blindfold on, the ball gag in my mouth. My cock and balls were in the restraint and the vibrating butt plug was still in my ass. A leash was attached to my collar and my Mistresses led me around. I was on my hands and knees crawling behind them. My swollen cock and balls where swinging as I crawled and the vibrating butt plug was being turned on and off by Mistress Nikki. I heard my Mistress say, "I can"t wait to see the video tape of this slave." The entire thing was being filmed Even when I was being shaved. When we got to the next spot my hands were buckled behind my back and my blind fold was removed. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Mistress Nikki was wearing the type of outfit I fantasized about: black corset with exposed tits(pushed up), black stockings attached to the corset, black thong, and black high heels. Her hair was pulled back. Her female companion was wearing the same thing. Mistress Nikki was sitting on a bed with her legs crossed. She pulled my leash toward her. I walked to her on my knees and she said, "I see your ever swollen cock is hindering your movement, good" She pushed the back of my head to her high heels and said, "They need a shining." I licked her shoes as well as I could, just hoping to lick her gorgeous legs and pussy. They commented on how good a slave I was so far. She then grabbed me by the hair and lifted my up onto my knees. The butt plug in my ass started to vibrate again and I moaned a little and squirmed when I felt it. "Oh, he liked that. Look at how big and swollen his cock and balls are," Mistress Nikki said. "I like that. His balls are all full with cum. This is going to be a fun weekend," my other Mistress said. My face was right in Mistress Nikki’s crotch. I could smell the beautiful aroma of hot pussy. She then stood me up and reached down and grabbed my balls and cock. I groaned and moaned and tried to move so she would be rubbing them. She gripped them tighter and said, "Oh no slave you won’t be doing any of the for a while. You will do what we say." With that she let go and my arms where untied from behind my back and pulled up in a spread eagle position. A spreader bar was attached to my ankles. The butt plug was driving me crazy as it was still vibrating even harder and faster now. Then my Mistresses placed like a poster board around me so that was all I could see. On it where pictures of men and women tied up, being fucked. Mostly the women were fucking the men. My Mistresses then asked me different questions about my fantasies. I shared everything that I had ever thought about. I didn’t know what they were doing but they where giggling and laughing and I thought I could hear them drawing. Then Mistress Nikki moved the pictures and got on her knees. She told me to keep looking at the pictures and not to look down. I obeyed her. I felt her grab my cock and my balls and put something else besides the restraint on them. I could feel the my balls where now spread and there was something around the head of my cock. It made my balls swell and the head of my cock swell even more. Then she put the pictures back, and her and her friend continued to draw my fantasies. Then al of a sudden the ring around the head of my cock and around my balls started to vibrate as well as the butt plug. I moaned and groaned and was squirming around a little. I felt like I was going to explode, but there was no way I was going to be able to cum with the restraint on. My cock was spasming like when I cum but nothing was coming out. It did this 4 times before my Mistresses returned and stopped the rings around the head of my cock and my balls. "You look like you where having fun slave. I hope you liked the pictures, you will be seeing them again," Mistress Nikki said. My arms where let down and I was forced to walk to something that resembled a padded sawhorse. I was bent over it and my ankles where attached to the legs and my arms where pulled down and forward and then attached in a way so that I was kind of leaning on my elbows. The edge of a bed was right in front of me. Mistress Nikki removed her thong and laid down on the bed and put her hot wet pussy right in front of my face. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a little strip just above it. She removed the ball gag and told me to eat her pussy. I obeyed my Mistress and I licked and sucked her pussy like it was my job. She was pushing my head down in to her wet snatch as her body arched and she climaxed over and over again. She told me to lick her ass too while I was down there. I started to tongue her ass and her pussy just like she told me. Mistress Stefanie was using the riding crop on my ass and legs while I was licking and sucking Mistress Nikki’s pussy and ass. She was also controlling the vibrating butt plug and the rings on my cock and balls. I wanted to cum so many times and so badly my cock and balls where hurting, but I was loving eating my Mistress’s pussy and ass. My cock spasmed 4 more times just like before but no cum came out because of the restraint. Mistress Nikki got up and came back wearing a strap-on dildo. She laid back down and forced it into my mouth and said, "You better learn how to suck cock good slave. You are ours." I have never touched a man sexually, let alone sucked a cock, but that would change tonight. After a couple minutes of making my suck the strap-on Mistress Nikki got up and pulled the butt plug out of my ass with out warning. My cock spasmed like before but once again the restraint didn’t let any cum out. Then Mistress Stefanie laid down on the bed. She still had on her thong. I was too aroused that I never noticed a growing bulge in Mistress Stefanie’s thong. I just glanced at her crotch which was right in my face and then all of a sudden Mistress Nikki slide her strap-on all the way into my ass, and turned on the vibrating rings around my balls and the head of my cock. "I know you liked that slave, I heard you moan and groan. Those vibrating rings have three speeds. They have only been on low so far, and you should have cum how many times?" Mistress Nikki said. "Nine," says Mistress Stefanie. "Good, are you having fun slave?" asked Mistress Nikki. "Yes Mistress," I reply. Mistress Nikki starts to fuck my ass as Mistress Stefanie takes off her thong. She has a huge cock. It is rock hard now and it is 7 inches long. She grabs my head and shoves her cock into my mouth and says, "Here is a real cock for you. Suck it good slave boy." I start to lick and suck her cock as I am getting fucked from behind. "Turn up the vibrating rings, lets really train and torture him," says Mistress Stefanie. The vibrating rings are turned up to medium. I start to groan and moan as I suck her cock and get fucked. "I am going to cum slave and don’t you spill a drop." Mistress Stefanie moans. She shoots a huge load into my mouth and I swallow every drop. My cock spasmed 5 times just like before. "That restraint is really doing its job. I’ve counted that you should have cum 14 times by now, but not one drop. How does it feel slave?" Mistress Nikki says. I couldn’t say anything because I still had Mistress Stefanie’s cock in my mouth. Mistress Nikki said, "I asked you a question slave You will be punished for that." With that she shoved a huge vibrating butt plug into my ass and turned it on high. Mistress Stefanie pulled her cock out of my mouth and shoved her cum stained thong in my mouth and then tied it in place. I moaned and groaned when the butt plug was shoved in my ass. Also they turned the vibrating rings back on medium again. My head was spinning with all the sensations in my ass and my cock and balls. "That will teach him to not answer me when I ask him a question." says Mistress Nikki. Mistress Stefanie was still sitting on the bed and had taken off her corset but still had on her stockings and high heels. The same thing with Mistress Nikki. Mistress Stefanie was playing with her cock and it was rock hard again. She got up and pulled the butt plug out and started to fuck my as hard. "This will teach him to disobey us." She said. Mistress Nikki was using a vibrator on her pussy right in front of my face. Then she put a dildo gag in my mouth. She kept the cum stained thong in my mouth and fastened it there with the gag. Then she slid her wet pussy onto the dildo that was sticking out from the gag. I could smell her wonderful juices and my cock and balls were on fire. The vibrating rings where turned up to high. My ass was getting fucked very hard by Mistress Stefanie and I was fucking Mistress Nikki with the dildo gag that was on me. My cock and balls where spasming now almost every minute it seemed like. After what seemed like forever Mistress Stefanie finally shoot another huge load. This time into my red ans sore ass. She pulled her cock out and put the huge butt plug right back in. Mistress Nikki had also orgasmed a couple times while riding the dildo gag on my face. She got off the bed and took the gag off me and the thong out of my mouth and put the ball gag back. Then they untied me and led me to a different bed and tied me spread eagle to it. I still had the huge butt plug in my ass and the vibrating cock rings on. "You cock and balls are so red and swollen with cum aren’t they?" Mistress Nikki said. "They sure are. He should have cummed 20 times by now. I bet he would love to have some release." Said Mistress Stefanie. They removed the vibrating cock rings from my balls and my cock and then removed the restraint. My cock was still standing straight up. Mistress Nikki then got on the bed and started to ride my hard cock as Mistress Stefanie made me lick her ass and suck her balls and cock. Mistress Nikki road my cock and stopped me from cumming 4 more time. I was still sucking Mistress Stefanie"s cock and balls. They turned the butt plug on high. "That is 24 times now you should have cum slave. Get ready for some release." Mistress Nikki said. She had orgasmed 3 times while riding me. She started again and this time harder and faster than before. She could sense that I was going to cum and she got off and made me cum into a container. My cock exploded when I finally was able to cum. I shot the biggest load that I have ever seen into that container. Mistress Stefanie then shot her load in there too. Then Mistress Nikki said, "Ok slave, drink up. Every last drop." With that she made me drink all of the cum that was in that container. When I was done both Mistresses kissed me very hard and my cock began to get hard again. Mistress Nikki then said, "You did good today slave. I hope you are ready for tomorrow and then Sunday as well. Hahaha. We are going to have some fun." They both left me there tied spread eagle to the bed. They removed the butt plug and put a blanket over me. Before Mistress Nikki turned the light off and left she said, "Goodnight slave, you better get a good night’s sleep because tomorrow you continue your training and serving me. Goodnight." The lights went out and I went to sleep.

The next two days to come later.

Surprise !!

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   Jaime and I were getting ready for bed. We had been married for over 20 years when Jaime confronted me,saying that our sex life was leaving her wanting. Sure, she said I cun regularly but there's something missing. We had had our troubles a few years ago, bith of us wandering from our monogamous life briefly and the strain of that had left us commited to a one on one relationship.
   Jaime is 44, very tall, over 6', with large full breasts and extremely large nipples. Her ass is to die for, two perfect half moons atop legs that semes to go on forever.Her lips are full and sensuous. Long blonde hair , deep blue eyes and a penchant exotic jewelry had kept me close to home except for that brief period
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in the past. I am 52, 6' tall, well-toned and fit for my age, riding a bike many miles a day and working out regularly.
    I asked her what she was talking about and then before she could answer I had an idea. 'Don't say a word' I told her, 'unless I give you permission'.That kind of apprroach  had in the past resulted in some high pitched words between us , b ut this tiem all she did was look down at the floor and nod. I went to her and gently stroked her hair ,, letting my hands trail down to feel her tits  and caress her waist and eventually her ass. As i ran my hands over her ass  and slid my fingers between her legs,feeling the heat of her pussy.Out of the blue, I slapped her ass,not hard but it surprised her. Another light slap to her ass, then another. Soon I had her laying across my thighs, her panties the only thing protecting her skin from my hand. As she reached back to try to ward off the next slap and the next I  caught her with my free hand, holding her tightly.'You shouldn't have done that. Now you'll just lose your panties.' That was met with a graon. I pulled her panties down and saw that her ass was beginning to have a pink glow . She squimed against my legs and I realized she wasn't trying to avoid the blows, but trying to rub her cunt against me. 
    'No you don't bitch' And I laid into  her a hard spnk that left my hand stinging. There was an imprint from my palm on the cheek of her ass. When I saw it I started in..one after another hard strokes, At first she grimaced with the pain,then stopped and relaxed her legs , gradually allowing my eyes free acces to her pussy. I saw she had shaved today, and was quite wet. the spanking went on. 'Do you have naything to say?'
    'All that ame out was one word, whispered,'More....'
    I told her she didn't make demnds. 'Stand up and turn around'.
She stood there, tears running down her cheeks, her breasts heaving with deep breaths. Her ass glowed red. I slapped her left tit, hard.Then her right. again and again the blows rained on her tits til they were also red and glowing. 'Stop,please......' she fairly begged. 'I'll do anything. Anything.'
    'I know, and you will bedoing some things tonight you hadn't expected.' 'Get on you knees and suck my cock, you cunt.' I thrust my dick ather face and she took my 7" into her mouth on one slurp. When she had settled down to a rhythm of sucking and throating me, I pulled out and ordered to the bed, to lay on her face. The spanking commenced again. slowly at first, then more forcefully and the pace picked up. As her ass took on a deep rich red blush I judged her ready.I pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs over the edge. I took my cock in hand  and guided it to has asshole. 'No, not that' in more than twenty years I had never sampled her ass, but now was the time. My cock was as hard as I could remember it ever being, I slid my fingers into her dripping cunt, slathering hewr ass with her wetness and with one hard push I was in.I thrust in and out her hips soon meeting my thrusts trying to get more and more of my cock in her ass.I came in a shuddering explosion , my cum filling her and oozing out atround my cock. 'Suck my dick, bitch. Now.'
    I pulled out of her  ass and she turned and took my cock in her mouth, straight from her ass, sucking me dry.'Is there still anything missing?'
    'No dear. But  tomorrow we need to try a little thing I bought today at the leather shop.' She gestured to the closet, where I could see hanging on a hangar separate from the rest a black leather corset and hood. 'I'll be trying some spanking of my own tomorrow, but I bought some extra toys not knowing exactly what might be the most effective.' I considered the prospect and realized the idea of that fine woman wearing that leather corset and hood, stroking me with a cane or a crop was getting me hard all over again.' And I also picked up something for your ass' she said, indicating a bag on the dresser. A little strap-on action so you don't think you're always in control.......'

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Hannah on Fetish Stories

                          Hannah was just stepping of the plaine in london. She grabed her  baggs and headed out to grab a cab to take her to her hotel. Once she was there she checked her watch *4:15, got 1 hour and 15 to get ready.* she thought, Hannah got in to the shower and started to wash her self. Her thoughts trailed to he master, whom she mett 4 years ago over the internet. Since than she has been his sex slave cyber wise, and today she would finely meet him. Hannah pictured her self and him kissing as he would strip her than he would push her down forcefully push her to her knees and shove his cock brutily down her throte, as s
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he thought of this she rubbed her clit with her right hand and then started to shove her fingers  in to her self  viaonatly, her thoughts of his bigg cock down her throte as she swaloowed it made her cum hard as he knees whent limp and she slid to the floor,*Tonight i finaly get to meet the man who has been fulleing my fantisys for the last four years, finaly i can be his real slave. Hannah stood and steped out of the shower. She dryed her dark brown hair and brushed he bangs to the sides. She than puled out of her bag a blood red lace thong and a matching lace bra, she sliped them on and than next she pulled on a blood red silk sleeping gown that ended at the top of her thies and showed of most of her cleaveg. She slipped on some red high heals and looked her self over, the clock read 5;25, Hannah grabed her long black jacket that whent to her knees so no one could see what she was wareing and headed out to meet him. Hannah handed the directions to his house to a cab diver and got into the car. Her thong was already soaked threw with proof of her desier and need of him. Hell she worshiped the ground he walked on he controled her which no one women and especialy a man had ever done.  The cab stoped and she handed him the money and stepped out. Hannah stared at the house infront of her. It was a beautiful house on the country side with a stone path that lead to the door way. *Finaly after these years i can have this, I can finaly be taken by him.* Hannah walked to the door and prepared to knock but it opened befor she could. In front of her stood a man of about 22, at about 5'8 with dark brown hair just off the shoulder and crystal blue eyes. He smilled a cocky grin at her "You are late" he said. Hannah stared at him eyes wide and than to her watch 5:54 it read she was 9 min late. "I supose i am master Anubis, i am sorry." she said with a smile. "Well slave, i will have to punish you than for makeing master waite." he told her, his voice dark as he moved closer to her, "Come in and take your punishment like a good slave." he whisspered aginst her neck., "Yesssss... master" she hissed out her body quivering, his voice had an efect on her  she could just cum listening to him talk. He took Hannah's hand and led her in to the house, it looked normal, he had good taste for a man she thought. They walked up the staircase to his bed room up at the end of the hallway. Master opened the door and led Hannah in, inside was a huge bed with black satan sheets, and the walls were a deep red. Master turned to her and smilled as he leaned foward and pushed the jacket of of her body. "It seems you have dressed for the 'ocassion'  my slave." "Does my master Anubis aprove of my taste in this outfitt?" hannah asked looking up to him smilleing. "Yes, but you will look better naked and...." he paused leaning in close to her ear "And....?" hannah asked, her breath comeing in shallow, "....and screaming my name." he whisspered in to her ear, than licked the lobe. Hannah moaned and he bitt down hard,"MMMassssterr... please dont tease me i need you soo bad" she whined ,"Well than you should have not been late." he chuckled, he grabed her roughly and kissed her lips, shoveing his toung in to her mouth, she gassped and kissed him back running her toung along his. Hannah pressed her body fully aginst his, feeling his erection threw his pants and so she rubbed her thie aginst it, hopeing he would givein and just fuck her. After a minute of that he pushed her away, but she stayed put her arms locked around his  neck as she licked his neck and rubbed her thi aginst his cock. "If you think that will work, than you are misstaken Kitten." he remarked as he took in the feel of her thie aginst his cock. "Well if that wont than maby this will." she pured as she knelt befor him. Hannah pulled at the buckel and than next the zipper and buttonand pushed his pants down, and as he said he did not ware underware. She stared at hi hard cock mear inches from her face *he is so big, bigger than what i thought, how in the hell am i gonna swallow that, well i will do what it takes to do.* "Do you like what you see ?' he asked knowing then answer as it is written on her face but wantted to hear it from her mouth,"Master your so big, bigger than i had thought, i am going to enjoy sucking you master." she said slyly, "So am i Kitten" he said. Hannah smiled at him as she rapped her hand around the base of his cock, she started to pump it slowly than moved it faster up and down pumping hard at his cock. "Mmmmmmm.."he moand, "Suck me now!" he comandad her. Hannah than moved her hand away and took him in to her mouth slowly, inch by inch. She got 3/4 of him into her mouth and pulled back up, she removed her lips and started licking the head of his cock around in circles. Hannah than licked up and down the under side of his cock, up and down each side getting every inch,"Yeah baby, mmmm " he moand as his head tillted back. Hannah moved back down his cock takeing in his every inch till she got 3/4 of the way down, she relaxed her throte and than took in the rest. Hannah gagged at first but took in a deep breath threw her nose and swallowed. He groaned when she did so she repeeted her actions, Swalowing over and over as she moved her head up and down on his cock. Every time she got to the head she would lick it and than move back down swalowing him. With her right hand she started to rub and squeeze his sack gentaly but firmly as she kept up the pase of licking sucking and swalowing his cock. his groanes became louder and faster as she could feel his musceles tightining signaling his release. She moved her head up and down faster than moveed up to the head and sucked fast and hard."Yes Kitten." he ground out as he came hard down her throte and mouth. Hannah sucked out every drop she could swalowing it all and licking up what she missed, she determand that his salty bitter taste was the best thing she has ever tasted as she took up every drop. He sighed and looked down at her as she stared up at him, her eyes glased over with want, he pulled her up by her hands "So you like to suck masters cock dont you?" he more state dthan asked. hannah could not speek only nood her head yes. Master kissed her lips and than pulled down the sleeping gown to see her clad in only a barly there see threw lace bra and matching thong. He stared at her body a moment, she had dark brown hair that whent just past her shoulders with the same collard eyes, 36c breasts and wide hips at a size 9 at 5'4 . At any other moment she would have blushed and hid her body but not now she was to far gone. He moved closer to her and un-hoocked the bra and it fell to the floor than he pushed down her thong to see her shaven and very very wet pussy. He pulled her to him and kissed her as she rapped her arms around his neck. Master kissed and licked down her throte to her collor bone than to her left breast, licking around her nipple than takeing it into his mouth to suck on it. "Oh master... " she sighed than he bitt down on it"Master!!" she cried as she arced her back wanting more of that. He did that for a min than moved to the other one doing the same treatment. Hannahs leggs were shakeing and if he had not been holding on to her she would have fell. He picked her up and layed her on the bed and nelt next to her. he kissed her lips and moved his hand down to her pussy and moved his figers aginst her clit, "You are very wet Kitten" he said huskly "Yes master i am and it is because of you please master i am ackeing i need you in me pleaseeeee" she rasped and moved her hips aginst his hand. "First you need to be punished." he said as he pulled her over his lap. Hannah needed him badly it was killing her but she wanted to see what he had in store for her. He layed her on her stomac on his lap and than brought his hand down firmly on her ass in a loud smack. "Master..." she cried and squrmed around in his lap. "Ifyou dont coperate than i will draw it out longer." he stated. "Yess master ." she said than he brought his hand down agin and agin and agin and she moand louder and louder with each hit "Oh master mmmmmmm Master ohh harder" she cried. Master coplied to her wishes and in a few more swats she came, which suprised even her self that she had never cum like that she never thought she could. His hand was now wet with her cum and he smiled, "On your knees, NOW!" he ordered. Hannah moved quickly off of his lap to be on her knees on the bed. He got behind her and pushed himself aginst her "Tell me what you want " he demanded. "OH MASTER, I want you to fuck me hard and fast, PLEASE I NEED YOU IN ME, I NEED YOUR BIG THICK HARD COCK IN ME!" she begged pushing her hips back. He smiled and than thrust himself in to her hard and fast, she screamed in plesure. hannah was a virgin but she had long ago broken her virgin barrier but she did have a slight twige of pain as he thrust in to her from his size but to her it only added the plesure, she was a rough and tumble kinda girl. Master plungged in to harder and harde with each thrust"Master oh master ...." she cried "yes fuck me fuck me hard,  Thrust your big thick cock in to me over and over " and he did harder and harder. Hannah rose up a bitt on her knees "OH MASTER I AM CUMMING SO HARD OH MASTER!" she screamed. As he pumped into her, master brought his lips down to neck and bit down hard enough to draw blood, which pushed Hannah over the edge as she came  hard on his cock. he sucked on the wound tasteing her blood as he came in her. Hannah felt the the heat of his cum fill her and she shoudered. They colapsed and he rolled on to his back with Hannah  on her side, her head on his shoulder.  She leaned up and gave him a kiss befor laying her head back down and falling asleep, he leaned down and whisspered into her ear, "Rest now Kitten and gather your strenght, cause you will need it for later. At that her eyes opened and than closed agin as thoughts of what might happen later flooded her head.                                               

School Lunches (part 1)

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This was probably my greatest fantasy in high school. For some reason I began to develop a bit of a fetish, and this story is a prime example. please comment so that i can see if i'm not completely crazy when it comes to this... if i get enough comments i'll post part two.

Only 5 minutes until lunch, I thought to myself as the clock began to tick down further and further. As Mrs. Miller continued to blather on in the background, my eyes couldn’t help but be glued to Casey. She’s probably every high school guys fantasy… long brown hair, golden brown eyes, an amazing s

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mile, perky petit boobs, and an ass that grown men would kill to touch. Today she had competition cheerleading after school, so she came to class dressed in her uniform.  Those firm boobs were pressed tightly against her red and black Bulldog top, and her skirt was dangerously up her thigh.  The second I saw her walk through the door at the beginning of the hour, I got instantaneously hard and stayed that way throughout the rest of class.

While trying to shift around so the world wouldn’t know that I had a huge boner, my eyes found Ashley. Ashley was raised in southern Mississippi and was your typical southern belle. She’s the kind of girl next door that everyone knows and loves. In spite of her squeaky clean image, her 36D breasts were about ready to pop out of the low cut blouse she was wearing. The second she saw me, she ran over to me and gave me a hug like always. She pressed every bit of her body against me, and I could has sworn she noticed the huge bulge in my pants, but she just smiled at me and took her seat two rows away from me.

Through the entire class, Casey and Ashley were passing notes to each other like always. They could hardly contain themselves as the teacher asked about what they were writing. Ashley said that since Casey was gone the previous class, she was informing her of the specifications of the “Religions of the World” project that we had due next week. I couldn’t believe that she actually bought it. I figured that they were just discussing what they were going to be doing that weekend after the cheerleading competition. I didn’t really think much of it.

After look at that clock for what seemed like an eternity, the bell finally sounded that it was time for lunch. And since it was a half day, I started to pack up my stuff and head for the door. I figured since it was a half day, and the cafeteria food sucks, that I would just eat at home that day.

I then felt someone’s hand lightly tap me on the shoulder. As my eyes trace up the perfect legs, I realize its Casey. “Hey Ben,” she said. “I know that we haven’t really gotten much of a chance to hang out since got busy with cheerleading again, so I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me?”

“Sure,” I replied. I wasn’t really hungry at the moment, but I’ve never been one to pass up an opportunity to hang out with a hot girl, especially one as hot as Casey. On our way to the cafeteria on the other side of campus, we run into Jillian. Jillian is Casey’s shadow in every way possible; her bright blue eyes are veiled by her light brown hair. With her tight body and cute face, she’s the kind of young girl that grown men don’t want people to know they fantasize about. When ever I saw her, she always seemed very shy, but some reason, she seemed almost giddy today. Casey and Jillian were whispering back and fourth very fast, but I couldn’t make any of it out.

We finally reach the doors of the cafeteria, and as I walked through the door, I had a girl on each arm. I started to make for a good spot at the table, but Casey pulls hard on my arm. She then walks past all of the tables in the cafeteria and goes into the kitchen. Jillian follows suit. I was confused as to why we were going back there, but I followed them through the thick wooden door.

“Casey? Jillian? Where’d you go?”

I jumped with a start as the door slammed behind me. “Take off his pants now,” said Casey, and Jillian immediately pushed me up against the giant metal table and started tugging on my jeans. They fell to the floor along with my boxers, revealing my semi-hard eight inch cock. “Get him ready for me,” Casey ordered.

“Yes mistress,” Jillian replied and immediately got on her knees, took my semi hard dick in her tiny hands and started to massage it. Feeling those warm fingers work themselves masterfully around me made me harder than I’d ever felt before. I could see the look of lust in her eyes as she really began to put force into her hands. The veins in my dick began to bulge as I saw her begin to bring her lips to the tip.

“How does he taste?” said Casey in a very authoritative tone. Hearing an outside voice brought Jillian back from the world she’d previously been lost in.

“Good mistress,” replied Jillian, as if she were a small child being rebuked by her mother for getting into the cookie jar.

“And why did you taste him without my permission?”

“Sorry mistress. I had no right,” she said remorsefully. Immediately Jillian got up and pulled a metal chair up to the table.

“I’ll forgive you just this once,” Casey said in an almost cold tone, “but next time, consider the consequences of your actions.”

“Thank you Mistress, you are so kind,” uttered Jillian.

Casey then sat in front of my spread legs as I sat on the kitchen table. “Close your eyes and focus on the feeling,” she said. For a brief while, I wondered what was going on, and then I felt a burning sensation on my dick. I winced and groaned. The pain seemed intense at first, but then the warm substance conforming to every bulging vein of my rock hard dick began to feel absolutely amazing. I could hardly contain myself anymore. The blindfold was then removed, and I saw Casey sitting in front of me with my dick covered with layer after layer of warm, melted cheese. She then wrapped two slices of warm bread around my dick, and seeing that little innocent girl with that sandwich in her small hands was by far the hottest thing I’d ever seen. She lustfully looked me in the eyes as she slowly inched my dick toward her waiting mouth. And then finally, she took 2 inches of the manwich in her mouth and took her first bite. It was as if my entire world had been turned upside down. Her teeth grazing against my dick felt almost painful but completely pleasurable at the same time. She continued to push me farther and farther in, eating away at the bread as she went. Finally all the bread was gone, and all that I had left on me was the warm melted cheese. She then slowly began to slip it in and out of her mouth. I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. She was sucking so hard I thought she might never be able to take me out. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she stuffed my entire eight inch, cheese covered hotdog down her throat. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m going to cum,” I moaned softly.

Casey then bites hard at the base of my dick. “What the hell Casey?” I screamed.

“What gave you the idea that you had the right to cum in my mouth? You are not getting this for your pleasure, but for my nourishment. I have a cheerleading tournament later tonight and I’m going to need to get my strength up.”

All of the sudden, I heard the door knob slowly begin to turn. I started to panic… here I was, sitting on a table with my pants down in front of two underage girls. If the wrong person came in, they could assume the worst and I could go to jail… I grabbed my jeans and tried to hide my shame as the door slowly inched open........

Part 2 Coming soon if you email me about it at blacklight_33@hotmail.com