Part I & II here.

###Chapter IV

It was one long Friday. I went back to doing my actual job. Although I won’t lie, I was getting quite antsy about what she was doing with my phone. I tried to sneak a few glances, but I quickly realised that she could see what I was seeing if she wanted to.

At a very late 8:30 pm, Liza looked at me for a second, she said it’s time for another smoke break.

She also said that she was going to test a lens functionality.

“Come here slut” I obeyed without uttering a word.

“Kneel down, and face the wall.”

“yes domina.”

She asked tapped the phone to my neck attachment for 10 seconds. as soon as she was done, my vision got a tiny bit darker. I could see things but it just got a little bit darker from the sides.

“What did you do??”

“Awww, what happened? What are you seeing?”

her tone was patronizingly sweet all of a sudden.

“No it just feels like every thing got a little darker”

“you’ll see. Now follow me, I'm going for a smoke”

She then got up, put on her jacket and started leaving. As soon as she got up, my vision started getting darker, her gait was faster than usual, by the time she was out the door, it was almost pitch black.

‘Follow me’ is what she had asked me to do. So I figured this was I had to do. I started walking in her direction, and slowly and steadily my vision started to get restored, I couldn’t make out much but it was getting better. She eventually waited near the elevator and I got close to her and it finally felt like I my vision returned.

On our way down, I hypothesised that she had me in some sorta proximity lock; the farther I was from her, the lesser I would see.

The lift reached its destination. So to test my hypothesis, I let Liza walk ahead, and just as I’d guessed, my vision started getting darker.

By the time we reached the smoking zone, I’d realised that if I wanted to see I had to be at least a meter from her, anything more meant I might bump into things, at 2 meters I would be blind as a bat.

“So how do you like it slut? Looks like you’ve gotten the hang of it eh?”

“It’s nice.” I wasn’t used to standing this close to Liza when she smoked. I started noticing small details, like her earrings, her bracelet.

“But where would you even use it”

“We’ll, I call this function a doggie leash. You noticed how you’re not gonna stray from me, it’s a behavioural technique, plenty of uses.”

She blew smoke out as she spoke and she blew it right in my face. “You know this” she gestured to the distance between her and me” is like a doggie walk. I’m talking you on a walk down stairs,” she began to giggle.

Liza barely ever giggled, my tormentor had an endearing laugh.

She took my phone out of her jacket pocket. And handed it to me. “I’ve had a chat with Rekha”

“What?”

“Yes slut. Rekha your girlfriend, I’m meeting her tomorrow. I would like to get to know her, and more so, I think she’d like to know what you did, let’s see.”

“Please don’t tell her domina.” I croaked as I started to imagine what might happen when she sees it.

“Shush doggie, or youve already done enough” she stepped back almost blinding me.

I took a step towards her direction almost instinctively.

“You’re learning fast” she giggled.

I won’t lie, I hadn’t ever fantasize about Liza ever. But now I was a mixture of scared shitless and turned on like a light pole. I wondered what she’d tell Rekha.

“We meet for brunch tomorrow 12 pm, neither the puck nor the lenses leave your body till then, understood?”

“Yes domina” I whimpered, not realising we were out in public. This made Liza smile.

As I absorbed what she’d just as told me to do, it took me a split second to realise that my vision was going dark again.

I looked for her and couldn’t find her in the darkness. Soon it was all black. People walking against me, pushing me as I stood still trying to look for her

“Are you coming?” I heard a voice my 2 o'clock.

I started walking in that direction.

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It had been eight years since I had seen Zoe. She'd moved away for work a long time before that but she'd come back for a high school reunion, I had spent about five minutes talking to her which was about five hours less than I wanted to. Last June was 15 years since I told her that I thought I was in love with her and she replied "Cool". Or is 15 years next June? 15 years! Obama was just about to become president - work it out from there.

I was happy still living here though, running my own IT business in the small little suburb we had grown up in. I made enough money to get by especially given how much cheaper things were here compared to bigger cities. I'd had a couple of relationships that were never really going last, mostly as I kept comparing them to Zoe and they would never live up to the memory I had of her and the dream I had of what our life would've been like.

I loved how she was always such a leader. For the five or so years, when she was my best friend - through college and before she moved away - she was always the person at the centre of the night and of my life. I was smitten then and I'm still smitten now. I don't want to say bossy, but she was definitely assertive and she had this very commanding authoritative way of speaking that inspired you - I certainly wouldn't have had the nerves to start my own business without her decisiveness and support. She lifted me up and made me a better person. Those years hanging out with her, had so much influence on me and who I was as a person. It was no surprise to me when she had a really successful career being a director in a nation wide charity.

She is / was married? Not sure what was going on there, I don't see him much on her social media feeds for the past few years but even if she wasn't married, she lives on the other side of the country and my chance had passed and whilst I wasn't happy about it, I had accepted it.

Until I got a message in November.

"Hey you! my sister's moved back near by where I used to live and I'm coming and staying for Christmas - you still near by?"

"Yeah I am, just got a little store in that plaza where the Pizza Hut used to be" I reply

"Is it still fucking freezing in December there?" she replies. A few exchanged texts later, a month goes by, and I'm sat in a restaurant, the week before Christmas, sweating and nervous like I'm about to face the heavyweight champ. I'm contorting and squeezing my hands under the table. What are we going to talk about? I thought I had finally put to bed any thoughts I had of being with her but could I actually use this meal as a way of sleeping with her? Maybe one last chance. Shoot my shot. But don't come on too strong but equally she has to know I'm interested. My leg starts restlessly going up and down making the glasses on the table clink together. I need to stop it.

Then she walks into the restaurant in a long leather coat, scarf and a big furry hat. All that work I had done about moving on and being a new person disappeared when I saw her eyes. She still has the same beautiful curves I can see, even under her winter outfit. The server takes her coat, hat and scarf and I can see her in all her glory. As beautiful as she was back in college. Her hair is a bit shorter and there are bits of pink in the end but she's still got those big red lips. She's in a black figure hugging turtle neck and some black faux leather leggings.

I stand and greet her and go in for a hug and a cheek kiss which she isn't expecting and we sort of bump into each other. Off to a fucking awful start here. The next few minutes are akward. It's like we'd never met. Every topic of conversation I had thought of had disappeared from my head. I wanted to tell her I was still in love with her but that would've been massively inappropriate. I was so scared of saying the wrong thing or coming on too strong and her running for the hills.

"Which pizza hut?" she says taking a little sip of her ice tea

"Eh?" I reply

"You said you worked near a pizza hut?" she says with a pause and tucking her hair behind her ear "which one?"

And that was it, ice broken. We had a great conversation and a great meal. I could've punched the air when she was telling me about her being separated from her husband. Then just like that it was over. When the server came with the bill she insisted on paying because I had been "such fun company". I helped her into her coat and we stood at the door. Silence. All I have to do is tell her how I feel. Why is this so fucking difficult.

"Erm," she says looking down at her shoes, "Will you walk me to my hotel? The sidewalks are a bit icy, I may need some support, and my city legs aren't used to this."

We set off walking the four blocks to her hotel and snow starts falling. Not too much, just enough to make a beautiful scene as it drifts past the Christmas lights hung above the road. A couple walk past us with two young kids who are dressed up like Reindeer. One of my customers from a lovey little local business is walking their dog on the other side of the road. They stop to yell Merry Christmas over the noise of a couple of cars driving by. After we go to move on, they stop again and stare. My mind goes back to last Tuesday when I was upgrading some software and had told them about this date and how important it was for me. They knew what was going on and I could feel the rush of support and emotion coming across the road as they waved.

There are a few stores on this part of the street that are still open and you can hear festive music coming out of them. She stops in front of one and looks in the window at the books. Inside there's an old couple reading books and drinking a hot drink. They're in matching Christmas sweaters. My mind flashes forward 30 years and imagines the two of sitting there doing the same and I rub my hands together and blow on them

"Your hand look cold put it in my pocket" she says

I slide it in there next to her hand. Just hold her fucking hand! I try to interlock fingers as she moves her palm around at the same time, maybe trying to hold hands? Maybe trying to avoid me? In the end it's too akward and we rest our hands against each other, not holding each other's hand but finger tips just rubbing and bumping as we walked.

We reach her hotel and stand just outside the door. This is my chance. Just tell her how you feel. "It's been great to catch up" I say. You're nearly 40! And you can't even tell this woman you like her. You've been in love with her for more than half your life. Just say it. We stand there in silence. She turns to face me and puts her hands out. I hold both her hands looking at her. This is the first time we've held hands since her 23rd birthday when we went to see that really emotional play a couple of towns over and she got a bit teary.

"Look" she says as both our hands are shaking, I'm not sure if it's with the cold or with nerves "I really want to invite you in but there's just something....."

"Oh," I say shocked "and I want to.... You know... too.... whatever it is I'm sure it's fine, you've not grown a second head on your ass have you?"

"No it's actually on the big toe of my right foot. She's really loud and I can't shut her up most days" she says using humor to deflect the situation like I do and proving to me what an absolutely perfect match we are. "Look, really, I just can't. I'm really sorry".

"That's fine," I say meaning the exact opposite. Stupid stupid stupid. I turn to leave and she turns to the hotel door. I walk a couple of steps and turn around and see that she's also turned around. "Look I need to say something" I say.

"Me too but I need to go first because I know what you're going to say" she says looking quite emotional "I really want to invite you upstairs but I'm worried I'll scare you off. I think we both want to - you know - do stuff but I like certain special, different, things in the bedroom and I've had this fantasy for years and years of pegging you and I..."

"OK. Yes. OK." I say with my jaw dropping and realising that all my Christmases had come at once. Could I actually be hearing this correctly, could the woman of my dreams want to make one of my biggest sexual fantasies come true. And not just that, it's one of hers too?

"....understand if a proper man like you don't want to be involved with me...." she says carrying on. "Hang on, did you just say yes?"

I nod. She does a little dance and gives me a big bear hug. She grabs my wrist and scuttles towards the hotel pulling me with her. We scoot past the reception desk where I see Zoe look at one of the women behind the desk and give a little nod and get a cheeky smile back. We go up the two floors in the elevator with a man and a kid so can't really talk. She bounds to her room, dropping the door key which I pick up and hand to her.

"Right" she says flying into the room barely holding the door open long enough for me to get in. When I do get in, I see her rummaging through her suitcase. "Ok, so I'm going to need this and this. You're going to need that. I'm gonna do this and this and you should use the bathroom."

"Wait" I say as she pulls her top out from inside her waistband and starts to pull it up

"Oh fuck!" she says stamping her foot "I've fucked up haven't. You don't want to do this do you. Fuck. Why would I ever think a wonderful man like you would be interested in me?"

"Zoe! I've been in love with you for longer than I'd ever admit" I reply wondering if I should've used the word love. Stupid. I should've said something else! Besotted? No that sounds like a stalker. Lust? No that sounds like I just want her body. Curious? What a fucking strange thing to think so very glad I didn't say that. "of course I want to be intimate with you and I definitely want you to peg me but can we just slow down."

"There's something up isn't there? Gawd, I can be so dumb. I can't ruin this" she says sort of talking to herself

"See" I say going back to squeezing my hands together with nerves "I've never done this before."

"What sex?" she says looking at me as I shake my head and hold the box with the anal douche in my hand and look at it "Wait you mean you've never been pegged? I'm going to take your anal virginity?"

I nod. She shows a bunch of goofy expressions on her face, from surprise, to shock, to happiness and stopping on a loving and delicate smile. Every emotion she goes through is like a master class in overacting. I can't help but giggle. "I will look after you, there's nothing to worry about, I'm going to be gentle. Just go into the bathroom and follow the instructions on the box"

As I go in the bathroom and read all about cleaning up all I can hear is her singing "I'm going to take his anal virginity" to a tune that sounds sort of made up but also really familiar. When I'm done I look in the bathroom mirror and smirk to myself about how odd and strange the last twenty minutes have been but also how it feels so naturally right.

"OK" she says I walk out of the bathroom towards her "fuck me you're beautiful. I mean I thought you'd be cute naked but I had no idea just how fucking sexy you were"

I feel embarrassed and cup my hands around my genitals, partly out of shame but also to hide how I'm getting hard at the thought of what's to come. Obviously she looks gorgeous, she's way out of my league. She's still in her bra and panties and has already attached a smallish floppy pink dildo to a harness. I stand there awkwardly not sure what to do next. I want to run over kiss every inch of her body, worship her and tell her how much I adore her. In the end I just look down at my feet, blush and tell her she's pretty damn sexy too.

"Right here goes" she says with a goofy smile. "I'm going to take the lead here but I'll still be gentle."

She positions me on the side of the hotel bed, with my head down and my ass up. She stands behind me and squirts some lube onto the dildo. "Now this may feel a little cold at first but it'll help" she says.

The cold head of the strap on rests against my ass. There's a little squelching as she pushes. I hear her whisper "here goes" as the plastic head begins to parts my hole. The first contact is unusual and the feeling is strange. It's like I can feel the individual muscles stretching around it. The sensation as it slips past my sphincter is odd but very pleasurable.

"That's about half of it" I hear her say "I'm going to push as much as I can in. Just relax."

There's a slight wobble in her voice as she said that. I'm not sure who she was telling to relax. I feel a bit more of the dildo slide into me and hear her take a few short breaths and audibly sniffs. One of her hands that had before now been on my hip disappears. I look around the room and see a mirror where I can see her and she's flapping her hand around her eyes and pinching her nose.

"What's up?" I say "have I done something wrong?"

"No" she says sniffing again "no no no. You're perfect. You're just so perfect. I'm getting a bit emotional that we're actually doing this."

I'm not sure how I'm the calm one. I have been fantasising about this moment since I first knew that men could be fucked in the ass by women. As her hand returns to my hip, I am also overcome with the emotion of Zoe, my first love, finally fucking me. Fuck it, I get emotional thinking about how her hand is even touching my skin.

I watch her in the mirror, she watches me. The next few minutes are both of us trying not to explode in floods of excited and relieved tears. I think she fucks me a bit. Slides it in and out. But with everything that's going on and looking at her looking at me, I am not sure I could even remember my name. After some time, she stops and asks me to lie on the bed on my side so she can spoon me and be more intimate.

"I'm going to turn my vibrator on so it may feel a little different" she says as the dildo slides easily into my already stretched ass. She let's out a little excited giggle as the whole thing slides in and I moan at the new sensations brought about by being on our sides.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this" she says directly in my ear after she lays behind me. Her left hand sneaks under my body and wraps itself around my stomach and her right goes over the top of me across my chest and pulls me in tight "I have dreamed about this moment for so many years. To be inside you, to be fucking you. Doing this - to you! - has been my fantasy since the first time I wacthed porn. And here I am inside you. I cannot put into words how much this means to me."

"Oh" I say as she rocks her hips back and forth wiggling her cock in my ass. As she spoons me, my own hand is touching my hard cock. "me too. Me too."

"No no no, you don't understand" she says still sliding the cock in and out at a steady pace "I was so stupid back then when you said you loved me back then. I couldn't say it back even though I did love you, because I knew I needed to peg you and you'd run a mile being such a strong alpha male."

"uggghhh" I say as the vibrations hit a particular spot. I want to laugh. I really do. Alpha is so far from how I would describe myself. I stroke my cock a little harder. I try to put it in words "You know..... I have always prefered.... women who take the lead..... I think because of you".

"OH MY GOD" she says grabbing me even tighter "Tell me again".

I start repeating it. I tell her how much she has always meant to me, how much her assertiveness turns me on, how I love how successful she is. With each compliment, I can hear her breath in my ear. She whimpers a little bit and takes a deep breath. And then when I tell her that I'm so happy I waited for her to be the one who did this. She exhales and moans. She holds me tighter than before. Too tight. I'm struggling to inhale properly. She shakes and bucks moving the dildo in my ass.

"Sweet lord above. I haven't cum that hard with a man since..... forever." She says slumping behind me and releasing me to breath properly. She turns the vibration off but keeps the cock buried inside me and strokes the side of my face with her right hand.

"There there..... I love you. You're mine now. I'm never letting you go. I was stupid to let you go back then, and I'm not letting you go now. I need you as part of my life. You are fantastic" she whispers in my ear. After a couple of minutes of similarly positive affirmations, she slides the dildo from my ass and pops into the bathroom.

This is going to be the start of a wonderful night I think as I hear her coming back from the bathroom. I'm now laid on my back stroking my hard cock. "So what's next" I say to her as she jumps on the bed next to me without the strap on attached but still in her underwear.

"Errrr, well I guess that's kinda up to you." she says "I was thinking you come and live with me? I earn a lot and my house is paid off. I mean you could either run your current business from my house, you could start up again or you could just not work? Plus you'd love my place, it is so much warmer than here. But I'd have to talk to the lawyer - it may be better to wait until after the divorce."

"Ha ha ha" I say giving her a little jab in the arm "I meant tonight. I bet you'd look fucking amazing riding me. I've got some condoms in my jacket."

"Argh...." she says with a long pause "Here's the thing. I really think we should wait before you put that in me, it's such a special and intimate thing."

"OK" I say, thinking any minute now she's going to start laughing as she impales herself on me.

"But I don't mind if you finish yourself off" she replies in a very earnest manner that make me think she's really not going to go - GOTCHA!

I look over at her lying there, looking at the ceiling and I can't believe after all this time I'm actually here in bed with her. My hand strokes my cock, up and down. I don't want to rush. I think back to that night out the summer I turned 22, we had where we just sat and talked and watched the sun set and the sun rise - she made me feel like her whole universe. I recall that time when she said she wanted to kiss me but she was so drunk I didn't want to take advantage of her so I declined. I think back to that goregous photo from her holiday about five years ago and how beautiful she looked. I look over and realise that I actually have the real person there in the flesh.

She rolls on her side to look at me as if she knew that I was looking at her. I stop stroking. "Keep going" she says helpfully as she leans towards me. Her lips come closer to mine. Years of waiting, years of fantasing, years of wanting, years of lusting. Our lips touch. Our first kiss.

Her mouth parts slightly and mine follows. Her tongue touches mine. The emotion swells. My hand speeds up on my cock. I get a familiar feeling in my balls. Her mouth welcomes my tongue. As she darts her tongue along mine, I can't hold back any longer.

I groan into her mouth as I cum. I release all that tension and feel the jizz shooting out of my cock. I feel most of it landing on my stomach, some probably hits the hotel sheets. She keeps her tongue in my mouth as I keep stroking. When I take my hand off my cock, she moves away ever so slightly. She smiles. I smile. I don't think I've ever been happier. A minute passes and we are still just looking at each other. She giggles. I giggle.

"Wow" she says looking down at my body and my cock as it starts to retract and go limp. "I can't believe we did that. You're just the most perfect person I've ever met. What a fantastic Christmas present this is"

"Me neither" I say in a post orgasm bliss lying there, smiling. "Merry Christmas, Zoe. Here's to many more."

We got back to my apartment. When I stepped inside and reached to turn the lights on, Lily's hand reached out to stop me. Taking my other hand and interlacing her fingers with mine, she pressed me back against the wall, holding my hands above my head. She had on heels- if I hadn't noticed in the bar, I noticed now- and they were nothing flashy or extravagant, she didn't tower over me or anything like that, but they were just a nice black pair that went well with her stockings, and they made quiet clicking sounds on the hallway's wood floor. Once she had me against the wall and made it clear that I shouldn't move, she kissed me softly on the mouth, once. One of her stockinged thighs pressed warmly against the front of my jeans, against the cage. Combined with the kiss, it felt so good but also so frustrating that I groaned out loud, which caused her to smile in the darkness.

"Can I see it now?" she asked, abruptly breaking away from me and reaching for the lamp.

"Of...of course", I said, beginning to follow her over to my couch. The area was within the illumination of the lamp, though much of my familiar apartment was still in shadows. After two steps, however, I felt dizzy and had to reach out a hand to the wall to steady myself.

She was already perched on the couch, but looked over at me with what seemed to be genuine concern. "Chris", she asked, "are you okay?"

I tried to compose myself, taking a few deep breaths before stepping away from the wall. "I'm fine", I said. "It's just...you're really doing a number on me."

She smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

I made my way to the middle of the floor and began to fiddle with my belt.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa", she laughed, holding up a hand. She was sitting back against the couch, legs crossed. "Someone's eager. Shirt first, Chris. Take it slow, remember? Just like the bases?"

I still wasn't able to stop my hands from trembling; but as I slowly began to unbutton my shirt, I felt grateful that I'd been running a little recently, doing a few push-ups here and there. I certainly wouldn't be mistaken for a male model, but I felt my chest was presentable enough. As I removed my blue dress shirt, I tossed it on the floor to the side.

"No no", she said quietly, wagging her finger. "Fold it, Chris. You don't want it to get all wrinkled."

I bent down, certain that the real reason was not tidiness in itself but that she wanted to see me obey. I realized that I enjoyed doing so.

"Attaboy", she whispered.

I stood up, still unable to stop the trembling, and removed my belt with as much deliberation as I could manage, then slowly unbuttoned my pants. She had just been touching me, had kissed me, but now there the gulf of only a few feet between us seemed unbridgeable. There was no way I would cross it without her permission, and we both knew it. I unzipped my jeans, brought them down to my ankles and stepped out of them, then folded them carefully and placed them on top of my shirt.

"Good boy", Lily whispered. "You learn so fast."

Finally I stood there in my boxers only, though I already felt naked.

Her expression was intent, playful, filled with anticipation. Her legs were crossed and one of her feet, heels still on, was moving slowly, hypnotically (to me, anyway), from side-to-side. "Boxers, too", she said.

I took a deep breath and then finally slid my boxers down to reveal the sleek-looking blue silicon cage. She couldn't help it- she exclaimed and clapped, her face an expression of pure joy. It was the kind of cage without bars or little openings, so my penis was almost entirely covered, as well as restrained. It wasn't particularly high-tech or expensive, but it did the trick and she seemed to like it. For what felt like at least a minute, at any rate, she stared at it with something like wonder. Her voice was soft, almost awed. "That's so beautiful, Chris. And you can't...you know, orgasm inside of it or anything like that?"

Her reaction was having a powerful effect on me, and it was all I could do to answer in coherent words. I shook my head no. "No. Some guys apparently can, although I don't think it feels very good for them. But I can't."

"Yay!" She clapped again. "That's so great. Whoever designed these should get a Nobel Prize or something. Do you think it was some cute girl?"

I groaned. "Sometimes I fantasize about that."

"Come here", she responded.

Obediently, trembling harder now, I took a few steps forward.

She looked up at me, smiling wickedly. "May I?"

In reality it was a rhetorical question, but she was going to make me answer.

"Of...of course", I stammered.

And then she took the cage lightly in one hand, beginning to caress it. My penis, still mostly flaccid as a result of the cage, nevertheless throbbed and struggled for freedom, pressing against its confines. I felt one of my knees go weak. I might have whimpered as I dropped to one knee as well, but it was hard to be certain. I felt drunk.

She smiled, meeting my eyes. "Are you okay? That doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No, Lily", I breathed deeply. "Not at all. It just...it just feels good. Very good." I blushed.

"Oh. How interesting. So you can still feel something through the cage?" She had put her face very close, inspecting, as if she might kiss it.

"Yes."

She smiled evilly. "Just not enough to cum."

I shook my head sadly.

"That's really too bad, isn't it?" Then she did kiss the tip of the cage, before letting it go, and I cried out again. In the blink of an eye I was pressing one hand into the carpet, trying to stop myself from humping the air. I hoped my neighbors weren't around.

"Come here", she said, patting the spot on the couch next to her, "come join me."

I tried not to seem too eager; but within seconds our bodies were intertwined, hers on top of mine, and I was kissing perhaps more passionately and intensely than I had ever known I could, showering her arms and her shoulders and her neck and her mouth with worshipful kisses. Her eyes were fluttering and (unless I'm flattering myself) the expression on her face suggested pure bliss.

It wasn't just that kissing had become more exciting than I'd ever known it to be- but everything about her, every little cute gesture of her hands, every word, every expression, was suddenly magnified by 100. Her femininity was so powerful that I could barely stand it.

It was a curious feeling to be so close to her with the cage on, both intensifying my frustration and at the same time (or so it seemed) ameliorating it slightly. I almost let myself get completely lost in the feeling, and convinced myself that it was nothing but pure bliss for me as well...but at the same time, I was conscious of her legs on top of mine, the warmth of her thighs against my cage, my inability even to get hard, and it was driving me crazy. It was hard to even know what I would want, if I did have the choice. Get the keys, or just stay like this? It was an impossible decision. Which was partly why I was glad it was hers, not mine.

"It's just such a shame we're limited to two bases", she whispered, as I kissed her neck.

She seemed to be realizing that reminding me of my imprisonment was a surefire way to prompt another groan of agony, which in turn prompted more giggles from her.

"Well, we're not really", I said.

"Oh, that's right", she replied, as if she'd forgotten. "Your keys. Your main one and your spare. They're here, aren't they?"

I nodded, once again trying not to seem too eager. "May I go get them...?"

She tilted her head back and appeared to give it some thought. But even as she did, there was a part of me that wished I hadn't brought it up, and was almost a little disappointed when she said, "Mmm-hmm. Fetch them for me."

The part of me that wasn't disappointed moved to bolt down the hallway to my bedroom.

"Uh, Chris?" she asked.

I froze. "Yes?"

She made a gesture with her fingers. "On your knees, boy. Fetch. I sure hope they're not high up on a some dresser or something like that."

They were, actually, up about four or five feet on my dresser, and I had to rise into a kneeling position and stretch my arm to reach them. Despite the part of me that was loving our chaste makeout session, I had more than sufficient motivation.

When I crawled back through the hallway to where she was waiting on the couch, legs crossed and swinging slowly side-to-side once more, I extended my hand holding both keys.

Her eyes lit up, but she didn't take them. I had to make a conscious effort not to stare at the way her stockings hugged her long legs, the point at which her skirt ended and (as far as I could tell from my POV, anyway) her legs began.

"Wait, wait", she said. There was a very cute and playful expression on her face as she appeared to improvise. The hottest thing about that, I think, was that it suggested that what she was going to tell me to do was somewhat arbitrary. That she wanted to see me obey her momentary whims.

"I want you to, um...let's see...present them to me", she said.

I got into a kneeling position in front of her, her heeled foot swinging from side to side at about the height of my chest, and I attempted to clear my throat while affecting not to stare.

"What should I...say?", I asked.

She shrugged. "Anything you like. Just something to...commemorate the occasion."

I was trembling harder than I had been at any time before, and it was genuinely difficult to get the words out. My dick straining against the cage was now a given, and a constant. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been completely soft, but nor could I get even halfway hard. I cleared my throat again and. "Um. Miss...Lily?"

"Eyes up here, Chris." She indicated her eyes. "Not on my legs. Begin again."

I nodded, clasping my hands behind my back because it seemed like the best place for them. I forced myself to meet her eyes. "Miss...Miss Lily?"

She smiled with anticipation, her foot still swinging back and forth, the heel once or twice brushing my chest. "Yes, Chris?"

"Miss." I brought my hands in front of me and used one to cup the other, which held both keys. "I hereby present to you the, um...the...keys to my pleasure."

Maintaining eye contact with me the entire time, she reached forward slowly and took them in one hand, her red nails tickling my palm. Keeping our two hands clasped, she leaned forward even more and kissed me once, just as she had near the door, softly on the mouth. Again, my whole lower body trembled like an earthquake had hit it, and for a second I thought my erection was going to burst through the cage. Red fingernails now brushed my chin, and stroked my hair. Still looking into my eyes, she said, "Thank you, sweet boy. I promise to take good care of them."

And with that she sat back, reached for her purse, dropped the keys inside, closed her purse (it sounded like something snapping shut), and tossed it in the direction of the door. She smiled widely at me and again patted the couch next to her, indicating that I should sit. "There", she said. "Now they won't distract you this whole time."

I could only imagine the look of disappointment on my face, and looking back I believe I made a sound of surprise and despair never before uttered in the annals of human history.

"But...", I began.

"So what do you want to do now? Watch a movie or something?" She smoothed her skirt with her hands, uncrossing and then re-crossing her legs, and then maintained a straight face for a few more seconds before bursting into giggles. "I mean, I guess I have a pretty good idea...but you know that's not going to happen, don't you, Chris? We don't need those keys to have fun." She patted the couch again, and I obediently moved to sit next to her.

Pushing me back into a reclining position again, she stretched herself on top of me. One of the straps of her dress came down from her shoulder, but she quickly pushed it back up. Her breasts pressed down on my ribs, and she rested her chin against my chest, smiling at me. At the same time, her legs brushed against mine. How had I ever been so mad as to think I would prefer to stay caged? Why couldn't we play with the keys?

She kissed my chin and smiled, propping herself up on my chest with her elbows and looking down at me. "You don't mind if I hold on to the keys, do you?"

"No, Lily. I mean...Miss Lily, if I can call you that?"

She grinned. "I like that."

"I...I like that you have them, Miss Lily", I admitted. "But..."

I didn't know how to finish my sentence. I didn't have an argument. But a part of me was convinced that she just didn't understand! I needed to cum!

Another part of me knew that she understood perfectly.

Eyes shining, she smiled and kissed me on the chin again, laughing at how tongue-tied I was. Then she kissed me on the nose, once. Again, I felt the warmth of her thigh against the maddening plastic of the cage. "But what, silly boy?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that. How could I express how badly I needed her? "I just...I just want you so bad right now."

"Yeah." She moved upwards to kiss my neck, with just the slightest hint of teeth, and I pressed even harder against the inside of the cage. "Yeah", she repeated quietly, kissing me and laughing. "I kinda noticed that."

I groaned. It was all I could do.

"I guess you like me", she continued.

"Understatement of the century."

She laughed. "I can't help if it's easy. You boys. All a pretty girl has to do is smile at you, and next thing you know you're handing over your precious keys..."

She sat up now, straddling me, face flushed and happy. Her hands on my chest.

"I guess there is the other base..."

"The other...?"

I was having a hard time remembering. Our conversation in the bar seemed like a lifetime ago.

"You remember. Getting to see a girl naked! Or maybe not naked, but at least in her lingerie. I actually have this pretty nice black lacy thing on tonight. That's on top. And...I don't know if you noticed, but my stockings are connected to a garter belt. It looks pretty hot, if I do say so myself..."

I felt hope run through me, and I looked up at her pleadingly. I couldn't help whimpering. "Please?"

Still straddling me, her face radiant and her brown hair splashed over her shoulders, she reached behind her, the way a woman does when she wants to unhook her bra. She echoed my pleading. "Please? Please what, Chris?"

"Please Miss Lily...please." I had never wanted anything so badly in my life. "May I please see your...your lingerie? See what's underneath your dress?"

She paused, took her hands from behind her back, leaned forward again and stretched her legs down towards mine, kissing my chest in the process. Then she adopted the same posture as before, propping herself up on her elbows, and fixed me with her gaze. It was perhaps the cutest she'd looked all night.

With her red painted nails, she brushed her brown hair out of her face and shook her head slowly. "No...no...no." She smiled. "No Chris, I don't think so. Remember what I said about the bases? I want to make you go slowly. So slowly it drives you mad. So lingerie isn't for you. My bra and panties aren't for you. Not tonight. And maybe not for many more nights! Who knows, we might even have to leave you...what was that term? Stranded on first?"

All I could do was tilt my head back and close my eyes, groaning once more, caught between pleasure and agony. She laughed so hard and so happily that I wasn't sure she was ever going to stop.

But finally, she did. "Cheer up", she said brightly, kissing me again. "You told me first base was underrated."

During the night, when he sleeps naked beside her, he’s always blindfolded. Always.

When they travel, and he sleeps on a plane or in a car, or when they visit her family and share the guest bed, he wears a conventional cotton sleep mask. It's a pink oval with a cartoon heart over each eye. The hearts give the impression that the wearer is tranced out, love struck. It’s suspiciously girly. She told him that if anyone ever comments, he should say he lost his own sleep mask and is borrowing hers. It’s the truth, like many other things, the blindfold belongs to her. And technically, he did lose his blindfold, not in the sense that he had a blindfold and misplaced it, but that he lost his privilege of owning a blindfold, let alone choosing when or where to use it. She took that from him.

When they’re at home, he wears a different blindfold. The severity of the design depends on her mood, but it’s always more than soft cotton hearts. Lately she’s partial to a full, locking head harness with big furry pads that cover each eye socket, and three leather straps that fasten behind and atop his head, and beneath his chin. It is utterly blinding and inescapable.

He is never allowed to remove the blindfold himself, except in the most dire circumstances: the plane is crashing, the house is burning down, they are spending the night apart. Otherwise, even touching it is a punishable offense, with one exception: he is to always ensure maximum blindness. If it slips, and he can see light, he must fix it. He thought this was a superfluous requirement, how would she know what he can see?

But she tested him on it once. He still winces when he thinks of how he was punished for failing that test.

She doesn’t really micromanage, and she has a lot of interests, not to mention a demanding career. She depends on him to be his own person when he must. She wants him to have his own social world that he can bring to her, and for that purpose, she allows spheres in which her dominance does not intrude. She’s flexible and not overly pedantic. She wants their love to be a real thing, not some works-on-paper fantasy land, so they go to Super Bowl parties and spin classes and country clubs. On some days, apart from a few subtle gestures and covert rituals, their relationship isn’t much different from most people’s.

Their nights are another story. The ritual becomes overt. The perversion becomes explicit rather than implied. The subjugation becomes oppressive.

During the night, the blindfold is sacrosanct. There is no caveat about safety, sanity or consensuality. There is no fig leaf to conceal the totality of her power. He will always wear a blindfold when he sleeps.

While in play or service, punishment or discipline, vanilla or extremely-fucking-not-vanilla, his senses are deprived or permitted at her pleasure. She likes to try different combinations of activity and context. Not so when he sleeps. Then the only variation is how tight or how much coverage. She has full hoods that compress his face, driving his thoughts inward, and blinding muzzles that squeeze his skull.

It’s her dark secret, her shameful lust that he promises to redeem. It’s a need she’s felt since she was a young girl, an addiction to a very specific flavor of control. He must always wear a blindfold when he sleeps. That means naps, car trips, lazy Sundays in bed. Always. Since he became hers, he has never slept while able to see. He wonders if he still could.

Should the urge arise, he’s been trained to wake silently, slide off the bed and crawl to the bathroom. He often sleeps in bondage. She likes locking mitts that trap his fingers and a chain that connects his collar to an open hook on the head board. The hook is big enough for him to silently remove and reattach the chain with his teeth, while blindfolded of course. She trained him to do that too. She used a short thin cane, striping him mercilessly on the lower curve of his buttocks until he could perform the maneuver perfectly. His tears soaked the furry pads before he had it right.

Once he asked her, why? It wasn't meant as a challenge. He loves the blindfold, because it means he belongs to her. Instead, in the way that an eager slave will, he wanted to know what about it pleased her, so that he might try to please her more. She smiled as she locked the padded cups over his eyes, sealing him in darkness for the night. Then he felt her hot breath on his ear. She whispered, "I don't want you to have any escape from your dreams."

At first, he didn't understand what she meant, but he learned.

“I love you, Mistress.”

“I love you, slave.”

He loves her so much, he shudders like he touched a hot wire when she says it back.

During the night, she’ll reach for him. As she’s drifting off to sleep, or if she wakes in the dark, her hands will begin to trace and retrace their paths across his body. She might stroke him like a pet, or pinch him like a swollen pimple. She nibbles his ear and caresses his hair.

While he sleeps, her wandering hands slip into his mind. In his dreams, he is fondled. In his dreams, he is chased, caught, abused, surrenders. He is helpless. In his dreams, she is now a constant, a looming shadow, a fingernail digging into his brain.

In the darkness, sensing her beside him, he can’t always tell anymore if he’s awake or asleep.

During the night, he feels hope and love and terror and pain, and then he runs to her. She’s always waiting with open arms. She will encircle him, body and soul, in a dream from which there is no escape.

When the morning comes, and they have to go to jobs and lives, he will wake to another dream. She opens the buckles and removes the blindfold, and he wakes to the dream of being hers.

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"I don't know why people say I hate her" I say to my colleague Mike as we stand in the big meeting room. I'm holding a plate full of Costco sandwiches and a warm diet coke listening to a bunch of Christmas songs off of YouTube interspersed with un-skippable ads for Monday dot com and various business consultancies.

"Well I've been on the calls and you're always arguing with her. It's pretty awkward." he says taking a drink from the cheapest beer money can buy.

"I think Lauren is just a bit headstrong. And I know I can be a bit of an ass sometimes. We both have ideas on what we want and what would be best. And both of us think we're right. It's not that big of a deal really" I say taking a bite of a sandwich with some sort of yellow goo in the middle and instantly regretting it. I bet the higher ups don't have such a shitty party. I bet they get real food.

"I thought the reason you both behaved that way was because you wanted to fuck each other" Jane says in her straight talking way. We all giggle and at my insistence talk about something else and move on.

An hour or so later I'm stood by the table with the drinks on and I'm just grabbing a couple of cans of coke, one to drink, one to take home as my Christmas bonus.

"Huh" Lauren says as a sort of hello and as a vauge acknowledgement of my existence. I reply in kind with a nod. I just can't deal with even trying to be polite tonight. She turns to walk away and I look her up and down. Her long blonde hair is flowing down her back rather than in a bun. Her corset top is making her look even thinner than she actually is. Her red mid thigh pleated cheerleader skirt sways as she walks. Her ass looks fine and the dark black tights accentuate her legs and....

FUCKING HELL! WAS JANE RIGHT?

Thirty minutes later and I'm the kitchen trying to find a fork when Lauren walks in. I don't instantly acknowledge it's her, or that anyone has joined me. When I look over she's stood inside the door with it closed.

"Look" she says to me "Can we just have a quick chat?"

"Yeah of course" I say thinking that there has to be a better time or place for this.

"I know we don't always see eye to eye on things" she says now standing a little closer to me than I would normally expect a colleague to stand and looking me directly in the eye. "New year and new start? How about we put everything behind us and next year we both try and work together rather than against each other?"

"Yeah that sounds like a great plan" I say putting my fork down on the counter "I'd like that, conflict at work is shitty."

"Shall we hug and make up?" she says holding her arms out. We wrap our arms around each other. I'm expecting a little pat and we walk away. My top hand is just at the top of her corset and is touching her bare skin near her shoulder blade. My bottom hand is somewhere near her hip. I shouldn't be surprised but she smells sort of nice. I go to back out of the hug but she keeps hold of me and pulls me in tighter and closer.

"I wanna fuck you so badly right now. Rough, hard and violent?" she says in my ear. "Room ten in about 5 minutes?"

She pulls back and even though I am a bit shocked at her forwardness, I nod and smile.

Jane was definitely right.

Room 10 is as far away from the party as is possible, it has a half dozen chairs in it but it has also become a stationery, printing and miscellaneous storage room since the rooms we used to have for that were taken by yet more Senior VPs that just seem to appear out of nowhere. I'm stood there looking at the guide explaining how to print when I hear the door open. Like a bullet out of a gun she comes at me. Throwing her body at me she pushes me backwards and pins me against the white board screwed into the wall. Some important diagram that was on there is being rubbed off on my back.

Her mouth slams against mine forcing my lips open. Our tongues clash in an awkward and unplanned but passionate way. Her head moves from left to right, lips mashing together. Her mouth tastes of alcohol and cheese. Her left hand works it's way under my shirt. Feeling her hand on my bare skin causes me to grope at her back, sliding mine up her corset, onto her shoulder blades and ending up on the back of her neck.

Her tongue is violent. Prodding, stabbing, slashing inside my mouth. Her leg raises up and my hand instantly grabs it. The hand runs higher up her thigh until it's under her skirt supporting her. My finger tips detect the top of a stocking and I inch up a little higher feeling bare skin.

"Ugh" I say unlocking our lips and moving my mouth round to her ear. "Stockings? Sexy little fucker aren't you."

I kiss and nibble at her neck as she tosses her head around causing her hair to get a bit in my mouth. The leg she is standing on pushes into my groin pinning me further against the wall. If we both hadn't realised how hard I was by now we definitely did after that. As my mouth reaches the bottom of her neck she starts to slide my top up towards my head. I help her take it off me and when it's off she puts her hands on my shoulders pushing me back against the whiteboard.

"Wanna get really freaky? Try some new shit?" she says as if she can read my mind.

"Fuck yeah" I say with my mind filling with visions bending her over the meeting room desk and fucking her tight little ass until she's a quivering mess. Maybe have her tip her head back from the edge of the table giving me the perfect angle to fuck her throat and send her back to the party with her face covered in spit and cum, make up ruined. Maybe push her ankles back by her head and go deeper inside her than any man has before. I can see behind her eyes she's making the same calculations.

"Wait here" she says before I can get a word out. She goes over to one of the cabinets and starts rifling in a box. I get my shoes, socks and trousers off before she turns around holding a cable tie and a long network cable.

"HANDS" she snaps at me.

"Mine?" I say in response, suddenly realising I'm not in charge here.

"Of course" she says rolling her eyes back sighing. I present both my hands in front of me and she slides the cable tie around them and quickly clicks it tightly around my wrists. This is not exactly what I expected but it definitely fits the definition of freaky and I can live with that. She slides the network cable through the cable tie, evens up the ends and gives it a tug. She starts walking to the corner and pulls me over by the cable.

"Sit" she says pointing to the carpeted floor in front of a filing cabinet.

"Me? There?" I reply.

"Uh.... Can you just shut the fuck up for once, do as your told and not always answer back" she snaps. I sit on the ground with my back against the cold metal cabinet. She pulls the cable until my hands are over my head. I look up to see her threading the cable through a cabinet door handle. My briefs are the only thing I have on and I can feel my cock pushing against them with her being this close. As she begins to tie it to the handle I notice her thigh within reaching distance. I lean forward and kiss it. I go to kiss it again but as quick as a flash she pulls her leg further away.

"You're proper fucked now aren't you? Not much you can do about what's coming and you didn't even put up a fight." she says laughing and looking down at me. She walks over to the large cupboard with all the stuff in it.

"Lauren?" I say "Oi, Lauren come back please. I thought you said you wanted to fuck. Look you've had a bit of fun. Let me up and let's get dirty."

"Right" she says emerging with a little box of things "first things first, if we're going to do anything more I need you quiet. I can't listen to another fucking word out of your mouth."

She puts the box down on the chair near by and pulls out a roll of parcel tape and some scissors and gets a wicked smile across her face.

"But before I do that" she says as she lifts her skirt showing me the tops of her stockings for the first time. She hooks her thumbs under her panties and pulls them down. A sporty looking black thong falls to the floor and she steps out of it. She picks the thong up off the floor and balls it up.

"Open wide" she says. Her voice is so commanding and strong I comply with her before I can stop myself. She stuffs her dirty panties inside my mouth and I can taste a horrible mixture of cunt, piss and sweat on them. She closes my mouth around them and unrolls the tape which she uses to cover my mouth and to wind round my head. After a dozen loops around my head she snips the end of the tape and discards the tape and scissors.

"Phew" she says taking a step back and sitting on one of the meeting chairs crossing her legs in a basic instinct manner, flashing her bald cunt at me. "Finally some fucking peace and quiet from your whiney little voice. You never fucking stop do you."

She sits there looking at me. How have I managed to get in this spot? I wiggle my hands in the cable tie and there's absolutely no give. The plastic is starting to dig into my wrists. I pull down trying to loosen the knot she has tied. I'm stuck. I'm defenseless. I'm sat here, almost naked in the office and helpless.

"You thought you were going to be in charge didn't you? Bet you've never fucked anyone as dominant as me have you?" Lauren says standing up and pacing back and forth in front of me. I shake my head. "Well you're in for a wild ride tonight. Let's see what's in Lauren's box of tricks"

"Hmm" she says bending over the table to look in the box with her back to me. I can hear her rustling around and as she does she shakes her ass. My mouth is so dry. All the saliva I have is being dried up by the cotton panties. I keep trying to push them away with my tongue but with the tape over my mouth they're going nowhere. She pulls something out of the box, I can't really see what it is and before I get a closer look it drops to the floor. She bends from the waist to pick it up. Fuck me she has great legs. How have I never seen them before? She stands up really slowly, running her hand along her leg and flicking her skirt up at the top showing me a quick glimpse of the most perfect pert ass I've seen.

SWOT.

In her hands she holding a ruler. A metal one. As she slams it into her hand it doesn't flex. She walks deliberately slowly over towards me, swinging her hips and tapping the ruler against her palm

"How you doing?" she says kneeling down next to me "Still with us? Still alive?..... Still hard, I can see that. Bet you never thought you'd getting so turned on my being tied down did you? I am going to do one nice thing for you though - I'm going to put this pen in your hand and if it gets too much you can drop this pen. But if you can keep hold of it, trust me the end of this is going to be epic."

"This is going to be such an eye opener for you" she says as she hits me with the metal ruler across my chest. It stings. I jerk backwards forgetting the cabinet is there and bang my head on it. The metal makes a loud hollow thump and my head starts to pulse. I yell for her to stop into the gag. She hears me and lands another blow across my chest. I think about dropping the pen and ending this right now but the pain in my chest from two blows has started to change. It's not unpleasant. It's starting to feel nice.

"mmmhhfffgggg" I yell into the gag as she lands another blow across my chest. It feels like a new part of my brain is unlocked as the pain and endorphins rush around my body in a confusing mix of pain and pleasure. My cock is harder than it's been in a while and I desperately want more of this feeling.

"Please" I try and say into the gag as my head falls forward.

"Please what?" she says putting her hand under my chin and lifting my head up. "Please stop?"

"Please more... hurt me" I say through the gag.

"Wow, that didn't take long did it? I expected at least a little bit more resistence but you've crumpled like a house of cards." she says landing two more blows across my chest. I am gripping onto the pen for dear life. I do not want to drop it. I do not want this to stop. She moves slightly to straddle me and sit across my thighs. She lands a few more blows some light, some hard. I tilt my head back and look up at the ceiling lights. After every blow, I am repeating yes. My body is tingling. I am not bucking away from her any more. I enjoying it and wanting it. I have been hit at least a dozen times with a metal ruler and I'm in heaven. She goes about ten seconds without hitting me. I look back down at her and see she's slid her hand under her skirt and is playing with herself.

"I think it's time to move on and fuck don't you?" she pulls her hand out from under her skirt and rubs it across my nose. The smell! Mmmmm, what a smell. If I wasn't in the situation I am now, I'd be burying my head in her cunt. She gets up and heads back over to the box. "I have a theory that most men really want to be submissive pain sluts, they just need to be introduced to it the right way. Ever since that first time you talked across me in a meeting I knew that you were a prime candidate for testing that out. And here we are, I guess I was right."

She rummages around in the box with her back to me. Fuck me she looks hot. I wish I could run my hands through her hair, gently kiss her shoulders, stroke her thighs and beg to suck on her clit. What has she turned me into?

"You know how the ruler hurt?" she says snapping together two binder clips. "Well these will sting like a bastard".

Lauren walks over to me and tries to inch down my briefs. I help as much as I can lifting myself up and wriggling and eventually my cock springs free. She gets them down to just by my thighs. I can feel the pre-cum from the inside of them sticking to my leg hairs. She straddles me again but this time she's closer to me, the tip of my cock is rubbing against the fabric of her skirt. I'm looking down at her thighs and I'm caught unaware as a binder clip snaps shut over my nipple.

I scream into the gag. I jolt my body. I am snorting and sniffing through my nose. The pain is like nothing like I have ever felt. It's fantastic. I keep hold of the pen.

"There there" she says as she grabs my head and pulls it fowards into her chest. She strokes the back of my head. I sniff and whimper into her chest. Her perfume smells of cinnamon and apple. I feel my cock twitch at the scent. She tilts my head to look up at her "Now this is going to get a lot worse for you before it gets better"

She pushes me back against the cabinet and I look down as she grabs some of my nipple, pulls it away from my body and snaps another binder clip on it. She's right it is worse. Not the initial pain but every time I move or shake the other clamp hurts.

"The pain should subside any minute now and you'll just get a dull ache" she says looking me in the eye. "They won't hurt much unless someone flips and twists them like this."

She gives both a quick turn and release and the sudden rush of pain makes me yelp into the gag. She laughs.

"Right and now for the main event" she says moving her skirt to one side and looking down at my cock "Hmm, at least it's not tiny, I guess I can work with that but if I'm going to let you cum inside me, I need something from you OK?"

I nod.

"I need you to agree that the next we're in a meeting you'll just simply agree with me right? No more macho bullshit, just a simple agreement that my ideas and my ways are the right way" she says. I nod. I desperately need more of this woman. More pain, more sex, more anything. I'll agree to whatever she asks just so long as we can keep going.

"Good" she says as she inches forwards making my cock disappear under her skirt. Her hand reaches down and grabs my shaft and moves it towards her cunt. And then it slides in. We both groan in pleasure. Slowly she begins to wiggle her hips up and down, not too far, not too fast. I can feel every ridge and bump inside her. She speeds up. I don't want to cum. I don't want this to end. I need to last. Her head falls forward towards mine. Her soft blonde hair is in my face. She pants in my left year. Her pussy starts to feel wetter. Up and down. Forget all the pain, forget all the history, this moment of being inside her feels so right. Our breathing is in synch, our thrusts match. In and out.

"I need you to scream..... When you scream I'll cum" she says with pauses between thoughts. I start screaming fake screams in her ear. She speeds up. Still riding me. Still near me. Still smelling like apple pie. Still gorgeous. "I was thinking a little more like this"

She reaches down and pulls both binder clips off my nipples. I scream into the gag that has started to work loose a bit. My hands bang against the metal cabinet. I can feel a tear in my eye. I snort through my nose. I hear her scream. I feel her scream. Her cunt tightens and squeezes. She throws her head back and shouts YES at the top of her voice.

Everything stops for ten seconds or more. She leans on me - forehead to forehead - and is trying to catch her breath.

"Fucking hell that was good. I think it's safe to say I've converted you to being a little submissive slut haven't I?" she says as I nod my head with my cock still buried inside her.

And then something I wasn't expecting. She lifts her left leg, causing my cock to flop out of her. She moves that left leg over me so she is no longer straddling me.

"And I think we're done" she says landing a little peck on my cheek. My eyes widen. "You dropped your pen, means you want to stop"

"No no no no" I say finally being able to actually hear my own words now that there's a gap in the gag.

"Well I'm done and even if I wanted to carry on, I have to get back to the party and try and explain where I've been for the last twenty minutes." she says picking her purse up from the table.

"You can't just leave me here" I say trying to twitch my face so that more of the tape falls off.

"I mean I am going to leave you here but let's make sure that there's no one mistakes you for trash or something" she says walking back over to stand next to me. She picks up the marker I had been holding, takes the lid off and begins to write on my chest. She puts the lid back on the marker and throws it to the floor. I can make out the first one - that's definitely 'Lauren' - the second one I can't quite read.

"Oh and you can keep those panties" she says as the door closes behind her.

Ten minutes pass. I know it's ten minutes because the meeting room lights go off, followed by the lights outside. My cock that was pulsing and begging to cum is now limp and tiny. At the other end of the building everyone is enjoying the party. Surely she must come back soon. After another few minutes, the lights outside the room come on but with the blinds down I can't see who is out there. The door handle turns and the door opens. The lights come on. Mike and Jane stumble into the room.

"Oh shit" Mike says seeing me on the floor.

"Wow" says Jane as the two of them stand there and giggle "I guess I was right after all, you two did need to fuck. Kinda cute that she's branded you as her bitch. Hope that's not a permanent marker. Mikey, you wanna fuck here in front of him or find another room."

"Definitely somewhere else" he says as they close the door behind them.

By the time I get into the bedroom, she's sat cross legged on the edge of the bed.

"Strip" she says as I stand looking at her sat on the bed. I take my shoes and socks off, my shirt and my trousers too. I've been naked in front of her loads of times but with everything she has said in the last few hours, I am suddenly shy and nervous. She's one of the few people I've dated who has made me feel comfortable being naked around her and now I'm terrified of pulling my underwear down. When I finally do, I stand there looking at her as she stares at me. The more she looks the more self conscious I become and the harder my cock becomes. I move my hands to cover my cock.

"No." she says and I immediately move my hands to behind my back. "Good boy. So question for you? Do you remember what I had on my bagel on my first day?"

"Erm..." I respond pausing for a second as if every moment of that day isn't seared into my brain. "Pastrami for sure, you always get that. Pickles, mustard, maybe cream cheese?"

"Correct!" she says as I stand there looking at her sat on the edge of the bed "in that case - let's use mustard as our safe word. If this gets too much, just say mustard and I'll stop. But I am going to push you. I want this to be something you've never experienced before. I need to see if you can.... cut the mustard"

I fucking love how funny she can be in serious moments and move around the bed as she gestures for me to lie down. She's right, everything feels different. Me being naked, her being clothed. Her clothes being so dominant. I want to rub her thighs. I want to kiss her boots. I want to tell her how perfect she is as I lie spread eagle on the bed with my hands by my side.

She runs her hands along my thighs, from my knees very slowly. As her hands reach the top of my thighs, her palms gaze against my cock. She repeats this twice more. The next time her fingers gently drum against my shafts like she's working the keys of a clarinet. The feeling is nice but gentle. The next time she does it her fingers rest on the base of my cock.

"Is this good sweetie?" she says

"Yes, but erm...." I reply and follow up with one of the dumbest things I've ever said "It's nice but I thought you said you were going to hurt me?"

Her left hand grips the base as she pulls back her right hand and lands one slap across my cock. My right leg involuntarily jerks up as the pain from the impact causes my body to try and protect itself.

Another slap. She lands three blows in quick succession, swinging her hand backwards and catching my cock with the back of her hand followed again by the palm. My body tries to curl up into the fetal position but is stopped by her body trying to pin me down. She lands three more quick blows before stopping to allow the stinging sensation in my cock to distribute pain signals to my brain.

"Was that more what you were thinking of?" she says with a giggle. "But I need you to lay still and take what's coming to you. I can't be dealing with all this wriggling"

It take a few seconds for me to calm down and stretch myself back out but when I am she begins to move her hand up and down my cock. Her grip is tighter than normal, every down stroke pulls the skin on my cock too far. It feels like it's at breaking point. This continues for a minute or so only to be broken up by a quick and fast 'normal' hand job. The switfness with which she switches between the two techniques fries my brain. I have no idea if the next strokes are going to be pleasurable because of the pleasure or because of the pain.

The hand that is not stroking my cock begins gently rubbing and massaging my scrotum. The gentle rub becomes firmer, more of a tug at the skin and stretching out of my balls and then she lands a light slap on my balls. I jump slightly at the surprise. She lands two more slaps, neither involve much of a swing but both land on the exact same spot on my left nut. She laughs as I recoil when she fakes out landing another slap whilst carrying on with her pain pleasure hand job.

"So," she says looking up at me and releasing my cock "that's the warm up out of the way how are you doing?"

"That was the warm up?" I say, in a faux shock but I'm also kinda scared about what comes next.

She repositions herself, turning herself around so that her feet are by my head. She starts to fondle my balls in a way that she had done previously in our vanilla lives. Jeez, even thinking that makes me realise how much of my life has turned upside down in the last few hours and barely anything has happened. Her hand goes from a gentle rub to a firm hold. Her left hand wraps around my scrotum and pulls. Like really pulls. I'm surprised it isn't more painful but it isn't exactly pleasurable.

"I knew you'd like this outfit. You're going to see me dress a lot more like this. Every time you see these boots, you will know you're in for a wild ride" she says as she puts her leg across my chest giving me the closest view of her leggings and boots I have had since the very quick kiss I landed on them hours ago.

"May I touch you?" I ask shocking myself at how quickly I had fallen into my new role as a submissive. She releases, massages and grips my scrotum again and again.

"You may." she says after a considerable pause. My left hand starts rubbing her thigh. The coating on her leggings makes them very shiny and slippy but also tacky to my sweaty palm. My right hand holds her calf as my thumb gently rubs along the red boot. I move boot slightly so that the sole is right by my face and for the first time in my life I kiss the sole of a dominant woman's boot.

"Very good. Keep going. Don't let me distract you." she says as she rubs the pad of her index finger along my right ball. She switches to dragging her nail along it which at first feels quite ticklish and pleasant but as she applies more pressure on the next stroke it feels like someone is dragging a knife across my skin. I'm looking up and the ceiling and breathing both deep and fast. My left hand grabs at her thigh and the pvc crumples and crinkles up. My hard cock jumps at the sharp sensation pumping around my ball sack. The second and third time I can feel the pain shooting up inside me. The nerve ending connecting my ball to my body pulses.

"There, there, you're doing great. Not much longer" she says in an inspirational way that makes it sound like I'm running marathon. I release my grip on her thigh. Her fingers dance over to my other nut and her tight grip remains pulling my testicles away from my body. This time there's no scratching or poking, this time she pinches. Her finger nails dig into the soft, sensitive flesh. The pinch really hurts, releasing the pinch and allowing the blood to flow and the pain to register - that really really hurts.

I slam the palm of my hand into her thigh like I'm tapping out in a wrestling match. The slapping sound is satisfyingly sexual. I do it again.

"Calm yourself down" she says in slightly more authoritarian tone that she had used tonight, as she pinches again and again. Her leg is no longer resting on me. It is pinning me down. "Do you want to stop? Or are you going to be my brave little boy and make me happy by enduring some more?"

"I can take a bit more please goddess," I reply not even realising that I had just given her the dominant moniker that she would end up being known as for the rest of our lives "but please not the balls"

"OK honey, I told you that you'd be begging for me. But I can leave them alone" she says as her foot shifts slightly up and the sole of her boot pushes into my chin making my head arch backwards. She once again pinches my left nut and drags her finger nail over the other. My cock jumps at the sensation, slapping back into my pubic area. I feel the tacky, sticky puddle of pre cum that had been leaking out as my introduction to being a pain slut continued at pace.

"Do you realise you've never cum in my mouth?" she says as she releases her grip on my sack and my testicles flop down against my body. Every time my heart beats and blood is pumped through my balls I feel them throb in pain as she flips around again, this time to sit next to me on the bed. I can feel the exact spot where her finger nail last plunged into them. Of all things, my head starts to tingle. All these feelings mean I barely comprehend what she has said.

"Oi," she says lightly slapping my cock. "do you realise you've never cum in my mouth?"

"I have haven't I? I must've?" I say trying to fight back against the pain and recall all the times she's sucked my cock.

"No you haven't" she says "I've been saving it for a special occasion. And today is that day. Do you want to shoot your load in my mouth my little pain slut?"

"Yes please goddess" I reply with a big smile on my face thinking of how warm, wet and soft the inside of her mouth is. The first time I feel her lips touch my cock I let out a moan of pleasure. The feeling of the inside of her mouth against my cock is always special. She's laid on the bed now, between my legs, looking up at me sliding her lips up and down my shaft. I can feel the cum building up inside me.

She takes my cock deeper than she had before tonight and the sight of it disappearing into her is such a lovely romantic sight which is then punctuated by her chomping her teeth into my cock. The first sharp pain is not like anything I've felt before. It's nice?!?

As her head comes up from sucking my cock, she stops to bite. Two, three, four times. I groan in pleasure. The fifth bite is on my cock head makes me yelp in pain.

"Oh no! Sorry" she says "which bit did I catch?"

"Right on the head." I say panting, trying to centre myself and get some composure.

"Here?" she says biting down again on the same spot. I jump with with pain. She bites down again. My right leg stiffens and raises off the bed. "You're going to learn real quick not to tell me how to hurt you. Unless I've already made you into such a pain slut that you're going to beg me to hurt you until you cum...."

"Please" I say about to utter a sentence that 5 hours ago I never thought I'd ever say in my life "please goddess, hurt me until I cum"

"OK" she replies as she takes my cock head between her teeth and rolls it from side to side. I alternate grunts of pleasure with moans of pain. When her teeth are not biting my cock, her tongue is lapping against the already delicate and sore parts of my penis.

I just keep repeating please.

I can feel an explosion coming. It's building up. Just as I'm about to cum, somehow her fingers find their way to my balls and she gives them both a good squeeze. All the pain from a few minutes ago comes back. I grab the bed sheet tighter than a safety bar on a white knuckle ride. My legs raise up off the bed.

I cum.

But not just a normal orgasm. My body shakes. I shoot jets of cum into her mouth. My eyes loose focus. I see stars. I keep cumming. After my last shot, my legs relax, my hands unclench and I just keep saying thank you.

I look down and see her looking at me with a smile on her face, I smile back. She crawls up the bed towards me.

"I love you" I say as she comes in for a kiss. As our lips part, I get an unexpected surprise as globules of cum fall from her mouth into mine. The taste is unusual and without any prompting or thought I swallow my own cum for the first time. As we kiss I find myself licking her tongue trying to gather all of my jizz to make sure I swallow it all. The taste and texture is like nothing I've ever experienced before. I don't like it, per se, but I want more of it. Desperately.

She pulls back from kissing me and I swallow any remaining spit and cum.

"Well done" she says rolling over to lay next to me on her side with her head next to mine. She puts her leg across my stomach. My hand goes down and starts rubbing the plastic pants she's still wearing "You did it. You're now a cum eating pain slut. This is it now. Any time I let you cum in my mouth you'll be in pain and you'll swallow. Understand?"

"Yes Goddess" I reply.

Our friendship had started on her first day. She came over and perched on the edge of my desk and introduced herself.

"My boss says you're the person to speak to who knows all the good places to get lunch round here?" she says as I give her a quick glance up and down. She swings her right foot back and forth as if she wants to make sure I'd seen her ankle boots. She didn't need to I'd spotted them almost the moment she walked in. It really perked me up on that Monday after I'd been forced to attend a meeting in person at 9am which I could've done remotely. I was in love before I got above her waist, black shiny ankle boots, patterned tights and a tight black knee length skirt. AND AND AND - She had an absolutely fucking gorgeous face. Imagine seeing your perfect woman turn up where you work and then end up sat on the edge of your desk and wanting to talk to you!

"Well what do you like?" I say and we end up at a bagel place at the strip mall close by. A lovely late summer walk there and back and I was besotted. We became closer and closer as the days rolled into fall. Our days in the office started to co-incide deliberately. I went on a night out with her team where she got a little drunk and hung herself off me for most of the night. It was so nice and so natural and on the way to her taxi that night was the first time we kissed.

We had been dating now for two months and everything was great. She was so much fun to hang out with, we'd had some good vanilla sex. The first month was a fun game, sneaking around trying to see how long we could go before anyone in the office cottoned on - for no reason other than she thought it'd be funny. After that the relationship blossomed. I loved being in her company, she never took anything too seriously. I'd met her mom and her sister. She'd come to a couple of hockey matches with despite not really caring too much about it. But I'm facing the problem most dirty filthy people face, when do you bring up your kinks? When do you say 'I'd really like you to kick me in the balls as hard as you can, dig your boot heel into my chest and then ride me whilst choking me until I'm about to pass out - but still keep riding me'? I may not open with that obviously but surely after a few months it's time to hint at the fact that I may kinda like it if she took control and was a bit dominant.

I've wanted to try being a submissive for such a long time. Experience what it was like to be told what to do. Feel satisfied being used for her satisfaction. And maybe, just maybe, experience some pain. I have tried little bits when masterbating - pinching my nipples, slapping my thighs - but I'm always a bit too worried to go to far as I don't really know if I can take it.

We're about to go to holiday drinks with work people, the first real work event we've been to together where we've gone as an actual couple. I can't wait, I'm so loved up and comfortable with her that I could see her being 'the one'! I pull up to her drive and see a text:

• I'm still getting ready, door is closed but not locked. Let yourself in, I've put my decorations up - you'll love them xxx

"Hey I'm here!" I shout to wherever she is in the house as I get an 'OK Cool' shouted back.

Of course she's right. The living room is fantastically decorated. It's incredibly naff, some random lights stuck unevenly to the wall with decorator's tape, a santa toy on a table by the sofa which seems to randomly go "Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas", some gifts on a book case near the TV and a menagerie of Christmas ornaments on the shelf by the window. I pick up one of them, a hippo wearing a santa hat, and am looking at it as I hear movement in the house and her, hopefully, coming towards the living room.

"So how do I look?" she says as I snap around and see her stood there in red knee high patent pvc boots, pointy toe and heel, black faux leather leggings and a loose fitting black hater neck top which at first glance appears to be backless. I wish I could've seen my own reaction. I tried really hard not to react in a Looney Tunes way - eyes popping out of my head in the shape of hearts, jaw dropping to the ground and tongue rolling out across the floor.

The lights on the wall fade up and down and twinkle.

How else should I react to this wonderfully kind and caring woman with a personality from my dreams appearing in front of me dressed like she has come straight out of my fantasies.

"Yeah I thought as much" she says nodding and taking my slight pause as an affirmation. She raises her arms above her head in a confident and cocky stance and wiggles her hips.

"You're right, I'm not going to disagree. You look amazing" I say.

"We should grab a photo before we go" she says taking her incredibly large phone out of a stupidly small purse. She holds her phone out and looks at herself in the camera and starts fluffing her hair. I stand next to her in frame and she starts taking pictures.

The Christmas lights on the wall flash red and orange and then blue and green before staying on and twinkling a little bit.

"Get a little closer" she says as I lean in a bit. Could this really be my girlfriend dressing like a goddess? I must admit I feel a bit intimidated by how perfect she's looking. All that confidence I'd built up in our relationship has leaked out now that I see that cute girl who yesterday was shopping in an oversized hoodie at Costco looking like a dominatrix "Put your arm around me - don't be a shy now"

I put my arm around her, hovering my hand near her waist. "You're my boyfriend, you don't have to ask for permission to touch me" she says in a very quiet tone. I place my hand on her hip, as she smirks, and I gently rub the plastic coated leggings with my thumb. I may have spent two months being intimate with her but she has no idea what a simple pair of leggings and boots has done to my psyche. I've gone from someone who was safe in the presence of a woman I adored to a nervous, shy and reticent little boy.

She takes a half dozen more photos as all I can think about is how absolutely perfect she is and how I want to fall to my knees now and worship her. She lowers her phone and leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I can feel the sticky wetness of her lip gloss on my cheek.

"You're such a good boy and you're mine" she said keeping her face less than an inch from mine. Fuck me, I could've melted right then but instead remove my hand from my waist, back away and look down at my feet feeling embarassed. I'm in need of a sense check. You see this look all the time in fashion don't you? That singer who's name I keep forgetting was wearing something similar last week but it doesn't mean she owns a bull whip and hand cuffs does it? I am getting ahead of myself. My girl can't really be trying to send me subtle messages can she?

"Not sure we've got anything else we need to do have we? We should go shouldn't we?" she says "Oh but are we OK to drop a gift off to a really close friend of mine before we get there?"

"Yeah of course" I say

"It's the red box on the bookcase" she says.

I turn to grab it from the bookcase, picking it up by it's sides. As soon as I move it off the book case I notice that the bottom of the package isn't sealed properly and falls open. I try and grab the carboard flap before the contents falls out but I'm too late. Instead I catch some of the gift with my hand and the box and send it shooting across the floor to the middle of the room.

A mass of canvass straps spread out across the floor and in the middle is a padded harness and a pink dildo sticking up in the air. There it is lying in the middle of the room between us. A strap on. She stands there hands on her hips. I stand there staring at it. The lights behind her fade up and down in orange and red. The robotic Santa chooses now to shout "Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas".

The seconds feel like minutes. Have I been waiting all this time to tell her I'd like her to be dominant and she'd been waiting all this time to tell me she wants to be dominant?

"Pick it up" she says in a monotone and unemotional way.

Without any hesitation I am on my knees holding the box upside down and about to stuff the strap on back into it. There's one long strap that is still on the floor and as I go to gather that in, I'm stopped as a boot steps on the strap.

"Hmmm," she says towering over me. I look up and she looks down. She tucks some hair behind her right ear. This is probably the first moment I notice that I am semi-hard. Thanfully being crouched down it is not visible.

"Would you like to see me wearing that?" she says. I nod and very quietly and very softly say 'Yes'.

"Aren't you a good boy" she mutters lifting her foot off the strap and allowing me to gather it up and put it in the box. I am on my knees in front of her looking at her boots, holding a package filled with a strap on.

"Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas" the Santa says from the corner of the room. The lights on the wall flash rapidly and reflect off her leggings. I can see their reflection in her boots. She slowly begins to walk around me in a circle. With every step she seems to click her heels into the wooden floor deliberately; making the sexiest most dominant sound I've heard.

I am on my knees in her presence. I'm exactly where I've wanted to be since the first day I've met her and I have no idea what is going to happen next.

She is stood next to me on my left hand side. I want to turn, I want to look, I want to stand up whisk her off her feet, throw her onto her bed tear her leggings and fuck her hard and raw until we're a quivering mess of sweat and cum. Instead I keep looking forward holding the box. Savouring in the noise that the the PVC in her pants make every time she moves and the feeling of her body being close to mine, I hear her bend down next to me.

"You know what I like about this?" she says as I keep looking forward and shake my head a little "It's that you're so compliant. There were no complaints, no shock at seeing my cock. I knew you were a little bit submissive from the moment we met and you couldn't take your eyes off my boots so I knew that eventually this is where we would end up. What I needed to know was, do you like me as a person rather than a dominatrix. But I never had you pegged as being this submissive. Turn the box over and read the card"

"To my boyfriend..." I say trying to make the words out in the dim light "Hey that's my name. This is for me?"

"Yes sweetie, you've passed the interview." she says standing up and walking around in front of me "I'm going to give you that and so much more. As I said, I needed to know this was a relationship before I let my dark side come to the surface. I was kind of hoping that you'd be brave enough to ask me to dominate you but to be honest, I'd got a bit impatient and I want to fuck your ass tomorrow. Everything changes from this moment forward. Everything about our relationship starts again from now."

I look up at her looking down at me and I smile

"But before we start any of that we have a party to go to" she says "I want you to get a taste of what's to come though. Kiss my boots"

I slide the package off my lap and bend forward to kiss her boots. I had been fantasising about being in this exact scenario for months and in my wildest dreams I had hoped she'd be open to be at least a little bit dominant but I never considered that there's a chance that she may actually be more kinky than me and share the exact same fantasies as me?

"This is perfect" I say as my mouth is two inches off the floor about to kiss her boot. At that point she pulls her boot away from me making me nearly kiss the floor.

"Oi" she says as she hurries to the door and looks back "what the fuck are you doing down there? We have a party to get to"

"Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas" the Santa says. She snorts with laughter as she turns off his power and walks off towards the door. The ten minute drive to the bar was mostly filled with silence punctuated with the occasional chuckle of satisfaction from us both. When I've parked, she goes to get out of the car as I unplug my phone and put my glasses away.

"OK a very quick kiss, I was rude pulling it away last time" she says standing outside the car and raising her foot up to rest on the car seat. I lean over and land one quick kiss of her shin.

"Oh hey, be in a second!" she shouts as I sit up and see three of our colleagues getting out of an Uber. I'm sure they saw nothing and I'm pretty confident I can explain it away if they did but that little moment, that little tease, she is absolutely perfect.

The party itself dragged. Nothing worse than being sober around drunken coworkers insisting on talking about work or politics or work politics. It was however punctuated with her telling me some of the filthiest things I've ever heard said in real life whenever we had a private moment.

20:15 at the bar "I have a list of things I'm going to do to you when we get back to mine. They're going to refine your baseline of what sex is"

20:43 leaning in whilst sat at the table with our bosses sat near by "When you next cum you're going to be in so much pain you'll not know if you want to stop or want more"

21:32 as she points at a screen showing some music video after she comes over to where I'm stood "The journey I'm going to take you on will fulfill some of the fantasies you have always had and some you didn't even know you had until I do them to you."

22:21 as we pass each other coming back from the washroom and she pushes me against the wall and presses her body against mine "I'm going to have you begging for my strap on tomorrow. Back on your knees where you were."

2235 "It's time to head out, go and warm the car up. I'm cold." as I down my drink and get the biggest goofiest smile on my face.

Fuck me, what a night this has already been. If we actually get to do a fifth of the filth she has talked about, it's gonna be a great weekend. As we approach her place I reflect to myself how a relationship that was pretty close to perfect four hours ago has now completely refined what I thought perfect was.

"So do you want a drink or shall we watch TV" I say to her as we enter her place.

"Neither," she says walking past the living room "I want to take you to bed and inflict pain on you"

"OK" I reply and follow her.

She looked at him with a mixture of delight and malevolent malintent. He was before her, kneeled and head bowed, the bend of his neck setting off his muscular shoulders to pleasing effect.

“Well, it’s been six months since our relationship began and I am pleased to see that for this final month you have been utterly submissive and consistent in your obedience. Would you agree?”

“Yes. It doesn’t even occur to me to defy you now.”

“To think what a cocky, independent and self-satisfied man you were when I met you. You’re unrecognisable now.”

“It’s like a memory of being someone else”. His head remained bowed, replying without facing her.

“To think that for most of our time together, even as you allowed me to dominate you, you were often bratty and defiant. But now you put up no resistance at all. It seems my regime has reordered your mind.”

“If I had a spirit of defiance, it left me long ago”

“Yes, well. I am thrilled with having so succeeded in moulding you. My skills dazzle me. But there is a problem.”

“I..”

“Yes, yes, you yearn to know the problem and please me, etc, etc. Well the problem is that I rather liked it in the old days when you took me roughly and wildly, and I was lost to the oblivion of being… fucked. Fucked physically and fucked psychologically. Do you know what I mean?”

“I… I can do that again. I want to…” he started to raise his head desperately.

She thoughtlessly slapped his head down. “No, no, we’ve already tried that. The dominance has been erased from you. I can feel it. You’re not capable of it.”

“Please, I…”

“Quiet. Don’t speak until I say otherwise. You are pathetic now. I have told you many times as I degraded you that you were pathetic. You knew what you were becoming. When I want to be fucked, I want to be fucked by someone in possession of what Jaques Lacan would have called a phallus. You have a penis, and a reasonably sized one at that, but in our relationship it’s me who has the phallus. You utterly submit to my psychological penetration of you. I could do anything I want to you and you would just take it. In summary: you are pathetic and I never want to have sex with you again.”

Obedient despite this remonstrance against his obedience, he could allow himself no words. But he could not restrain himself from a kind of terrible gasp and a whimper.

“Oh ease yourself. I adore having you here and pathetic. I want you to continue serving me. I exalt in you, my beautiful specimen of unmanned manhood. I look at how I have reduced you and I glory in my own power. It is just that you are now fully transformed into my pathetic boy, my masochistic whipping boy for all my frustrations and sadistic whims, my adoring servant and worshipper. I love it and I condescend to desire you ,in a fashion. It is simply that having distilled you into one form of pleasure for myself, I must now procure the part I have removed from another. I will take on a vigorous dominant man as a lover. Perhaps several. You will procure candidates and pay for our dates. You will never be allowed sex with me. I may have you serve them sexually”.

Another gasp-whimper.

“Oh my dear, don’t pretend you don’t feel in your submissive heart that this is right. Having had your phallus taken away from you by me, your being craves balance. You yourself crave the phallus. I know you are now in despair at your degradation, your failure as a man, but do you not also feel excitement at the thought of possibly servicing real cock? You may speak now.”

“I…”

“Touch yourself and tell me”

“Shakily, his hands reached to cock, and he began to murmur”

In a flash she thwacked his balls hard with her narrow paddle. A high gasp-yelp of pain and shock.

“Tell me!” she snapped angrily.

“I…” his voice shifted desperately to action.

“I want to be your pathetic boy and find you dominant men to satisfy you as I cannot”

“Very good.” She smiled and lightly slapped his balls with the paddle in command-encouragement.

“If, if you want me to serve…” he looked up without thinking and gazed at her searching with desperate dewy eyes and a half open mouth framed by full lips.

She thought he looked adorable in his stupid shock. She didn’t rebuke him for looking at her without permission. She just gazed at him in excited triumph, then clasped his lower face in a gesture of control, her other hand reaching to pleasure herself.

“Go on…”

“If you want me to serve your chosen man, or men, I will do as you wish”

“Then practice”. Her hand pulled out an 8-inch blue-silver dildo.

“This is the minimum-size cock I will now accept. I need at least this much to feel fully stimulated. Bigger than you I’m afraid”

She shoved it in his mouth.

“Suck.”

His eyes expressed his pleading and fear. Her gaze remained hard; wild with focused excitement. His gaze lowered and he pursed his lips around the object. It filled his mouth. Hesitantly, without time to take in what he was doing and what had just been said, he tested out his mouth’s movements on it. She observed with delight.

“Oh what fun this shall be. How much further I shall ruin you. Imagine if our acquaintances knew.” She smiled.

“Don’t forget to show me how you feel about it”, she said with the merest downward glance.

His shaking hand moved up and down on his cock. Looking at her desperately, humiliation welled in his eyes. He sucked on the dildo and brought himself to inevitable climax, coming on the floor in great gushes of thick cum.

Climaxing herself from her own hand she immediately presssed his head down into the pool of his own cum. She continued to pleasure herself, leaving him to take in the sensation of his new transition in a shock of sticky, degraded darkness, face pressed to the cold hardness of the floor, contrasting with the warm goo of his cum soaking into his lips and skin.

She was in a wild thrill of excited delight, her soft and caring side forgotten. Before he had even the beginnings of a chance to regain speech and rational consciousness, and to process what had happened, she filled his mouth with a playful red ball gag and had his limp horrified body tied to the wall.

For hours that evening she tortured him , with him unable to protest or even ask questions. Often she hit him on his balls. Sometimes she ran spiked metal wheels across his chest. Sometimes it was simple whips across the body. Always pausing just enough to let him recover sufficiently to dimly ponder what was happening, to consider how utterly degraded he was, what he had just done and what was to come. She knew she didn’t need to verbalise it further. She knew that with every stroke of pain it was being reinforced upon him that his sexuality was meant only for humiliation. Often she simply sat back to pleasure herself while regarding him—her artwork—leaving him to sob and drool in his gag. She didn’t even speak herself, so taken in the frenzy was she.

Twice, she brought him to orgasm in this state, wiping his cum dismissively all over him. For tonight it didn’t need to be accompanied by further verbal humiliation. The forced orgasms in the light of this exchange simply reinforced his powerlessness over his own sexuality.

Eventually, she took him down in a pleasure-drunken daze of her own, and removed his gag. He collapsed at her feet, unable to form discrete thoughts let alone words. He was beyond thought—shivering in his humiliation and suffering. She gazed to admire her smooth, long-limbed form in the mirror. Her curves felt like electrical currents of pleasure to her, and her lips and smile seemed flush-red with a kind of psychic blood she had pulled from him, sweeping in invisible swirls about her head, drawn up from toes pressed lightly atop the athletic human rubble at her feet.

So was completed the first arc; and he had been plunged despairingly into the new. The day would break for him in fear, and the terrible thud of unchosen excitement, beating under thick layers of shame and sorrow.

Time would allow him to a find words to articulate the change. Previously he had been a kinky lover. Even in the midst of submission he had been allowed a sense of sexual conquest, of making her his. Of being found a delightful, sexually satisfying lover in the traditional sense. Now he was rejected. He had been firmly and permanently deemed a failure as a man and as a lover. It would take a long time for that to fully sink in. She had spent hours making him phsyically understand his degraded state — that his nature and his failure required that he be punished.

And yet he was not cast away— she still pulled eagerly at the cord of domination woven into his mind. No, the change was not that, but being formed into a new being, who from now on would only experience the sexuality of defeat, and in the most perverse and visceral way. And running through all this was the terrible fear that he would enjoy it. Underneath the shame and the fear he had felt a dark thrill of sucking on that thing. It had been exciting to have that bigness invade his mouth. The shame of what he was doing electrified him. He had felt a certain awed reverence in serving the thick instrument that had the size, and was symbolic of the energy, that could please his mistress as he could not. He knew his pleasure would collude with his weakness to utterly undo him.

As she had planned, a tidal wave would wash over him, taking away all the straightforward pleasures of his sexual experience, and leave only those that simultaneously degraded him and served her power.

"Are you sure, baby?"

I watched as he nodded, a grin on his lips. "Of course, honey, you know how much I fantasize about this stuff."

I sighed as I locked his wrists into the handcuffs he had bought, securing each arm to either bedpost. My husband had finally convinced me to give this fetish of his a try. Femdom. I knew how much he loved the idea of it, and I had finally decided to indulge him, although I had warned him that I was just giving it a try for his sake. I definitely couldn't act like those girls I've seen in the pornos, shouting insults and cracking whips. So we decided to start at level one. Simple bondage play.

"Mmmm.. you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, honey."

"Aren't you supposed to call me like, goddess, or mistress, or something?"

"Do you want me to?" He teased, knowing how much I found even the smallest bits of dirty talk really embarrassing.

"Oh, stop it, baby." I couldn't help but admire his body as he sat chained up to the bedpost, his naked body on full display. Even after being married for six months, I couldn't help but swoon at the sight. He was six feet tall, towering over my 5'3 frame whenever we stood together, his body well-defined to the point that I could see the contours of his abs as his chest rose and fell with each breath. And just below them... his cock, already hard, standing at attention, seven inches in length and straight as an arrow, it was thick enough that I struggled to get my hand around its shaft.

I couldn't hold myself back any longer, gathering up my long brown hair in one hand as the other unlocked the clasp on my bra, quickly shaking the straps off of my shoulders as I let it fall to the floor, my chest spilling free, followed quickly by my panties that I kicked to the side.

I giggled as I saw his cock twitch, pressing a knee up onto the mattress and pushing myself up, sitting on my knees between his legs. "Ughh, now I really regret this-" He flexed his wrists out, pulling against the cuffs, but to no avail. "I should've gotten a good squeeze beforehand." He finished, his eyes eating up my exposed boobs as I climbed on top of him, feeling his shaft graze against my lower lips as I placed a hand against his cheek.

"Well, that'll have to wait, baby~" I smiled, pecking my lips against his once as my hand started to travel down to his chin, along his neck, slowly creeping up his broad shoulder, my thumb caressing the definition of his bicep, helpless before me. I didn't even know if I wanted to admit it to myself yet, but I was quite enjoying this.

Every little twitch and pull against my touch, each shiver as I took my time was delicious. Each time I looked up, I could see him begging with his eyes, aching for more. But I didn't relent, even if I wanted to just as bad, to straddle his needy cock and ride him until the morning, I had to hold out, to make sure he enjoyed every tantalizing second.

I pulled back, dropping back once more to my knees, lowering myself to his cock, throbbing and angry, one little drip of precum pooling at its tip. I tucked my hair behind my ear as I met his gaze, smiling as he bit his lip, his eyes trained on mine as I leaned forward, 3 inches, two inches, one... I pursed my lips, and ever so gently blew cool air against its head.

"MMnnnhhgg" His focus broke, his head falling back against the headboard, his arms visibly shaking in their restraints. In all our time together, we had never done something like this, not even close. And I found comfort in the fact that although I was a bit nervous, he was struggling just as much.

"Beg."

He was just as shocked as I was. His eyes widening as he heard me, registered it, then tried to figure out if he had heard me correctly.

I felt my cheeks starting to burn with embarrassment, opening my mouth to apologize, to say that I was kidding-

"Oh.. please, mistress.. please, lick my cock. I'm aching for you~" And he was. I watched as precum spilled down his shaft, his cock twitching in response to a single word uttered from my lips. It was exhilarating, feeling a surge of confidence flow through me as I saw it, heat growing between my legs.

I finally closed that one last inch gap, pressing my tongue to the base of his shaft, licking up slowly, as slowly as I possibly could, licking up every last drop of precum, letting my tongue tickle his frenulum as it flicked up to the mushroom tip.

I watched as he shuddered, his body trembling from just a single lick, more and more precum starting to leak from the tip of his cock. I marveled at the sight, becoming drunk off the power that I wielded simply by giving and withholding the smallest amounts of pleasure.

Carefully, I pressed my lips against the head of his cock before gradually taking it into my mouth and throat, pushing down its length all the way to the base.

But I didn't lick, suck, or bob my head, just felt his shaft throb inside my throat, until he couldn't take it anymore, frantically thrusting his hips up and down as he groaned from the pleasure as his cock penetrated my lips over and over in just a matter of seconds. As fast as I could recover, I pulled myself off of his cock, pressing my hands down against his bucking thighs as I turned my attention back up to him with a smile.

"Hey! You said we wouldn't need to bind your legs!" I teased, even as a cute little whimper, the likes of which I've never even dreamed of hearing, escaped his lips.

"I- Well, I didn't expect you to be so good at this, honey." He replied, trying to rub his thigh against his aching member, twisting his hips to hump its side against the bed. "I mean, I love it, you're doing a great job... I just didn't think it would be so hard to resist."

I clicked my tongue, sliding off the side of the bed to retrieve the other set of cuffs from his drawer, twirling them around my fingers as I returned to chain him down. "I could say the same-" I giggled, teasing my finger along his calf after I finished restraining it, pulling him down so that he was now on his back, his limbs spread to each corner of the bed. "Maybe I should punish you... no orgasm tonight?" I asked, my heart fluttering in my chest as I watched his face change into one of fear and distraught.

"Oh, you devilish woman... what happened to my sweet pea who just wanted to be spooned and cuddle-fucked all night?"

I blushed as I climbed back onto the bed. "Hey there mister. Are you sure you want to be provoking me right now?" I asked as I straddled his hips, rubbing my slit against his wet length, teasing it with my folds. I laughed as he squeezed his eyes shut, deep in concentration as if the visual stimulation of my nude body on top of his would cut out any of the sensations he could feel in his cock

"Mmmmnnghh... please, mistress, please, I'm sorry, please ride my cock with your wonderful, tight, delicious pussy~" He managed through a clenched jaw.

"I'd say sucking up gets you nowhere, but I'd be lying-" I teased, as I rode my hips up all seven inches of his length, pausing for a slight moment before finally lowering myself down one inch at a time, one second, one inch, over and over, until the entire thing was sheathed inside of me.

God I loved the feel of it, how it filled me up so well, pushing so deep and full inside of me. It was something I'd experienced a hundred times by now, but this time... it wasn't just foreplay, getting wet and slicking his cock with saliva, or my own sexual desires, but the power I had over it, as if I wasn't doing this act to feel pleasure, but to bestow it upon him instead. I shivered, feeling a tingle crawl up my spine as I leaned forward, pressed my hands against his chest, and started to ride his cock.

I watched as his head fell back against the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut as his cock pressed in and out so slowly, but so tight in my pussy that each rhythmic undulation was overwhelming him with pleasure.

"Nuh uh uhh~" I stopped riding as he started to buck his hips up into me, desperate to go faster. "It's my pace, baby, not yours~" He bit his lip, taking a deep breath before nodding. "Sorry." He said, his voice sincere as he opened his again. I watched as they met my gaze, flicking down to my naked body before rising right back up as if it never happened. I felt his cock twitch inside me, and I blushed. Not a very dominatrix-like reaction. I almost laughed out loud as the thought crossed my mind. As if I could ever really be anything like that.

I sighed, rolling my eyes, dropping down flat onto his chest, delivering a single soft kiss to his lips before I started to move once more. I could feel how close he was; after being together for so long, I knew just how much I needed to send him over the edge. Or keep him on it. I placed a hand on his cheek, gently caressing it with the tips of my fingers as I pressed my lips to his once more. And as I did so, I picked up the pace, my ass audibly smacking against his hips as I rode him, driving him closer and closer to orgasm.

I knew he was there. His cock tensing and pulsing inside me, pressing tight against every inner wall over and over again, but I didn't let him cum. Just kept my lips pressed to his, silencing his protests and begging with my tongue as it invaded his mouth.

My movements were slow and sensual, taking my time to enjoy the position, knowing he couldn't do anything about it. I could feel his lips quivering as my tongue met his, slowly tasting his even as he tried to speak.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

My ass clapping against his hips relentlessly, taking his entire length in and out each time, so slowly that I could count the inches as they penetrated me. One two three four five six seven. Smack. Seven six five four three two one. Over and over again. I grinned against his lips, finally retreating from his mouth as I let him breathe, pressing my hands against his chest as I pushed myself up. "Fuck! Baby.. please! I need to cum!" His voice was breathy, yet needy, almost whining, something I'd never heard him do before. I felt a rush from it. It was amazing how easy men were to control just with something like this over a couple of minutes.

I pressed my finger against his lips, shaking my head. "Not yet, baby.. I'm enjoying myself." I replied. I had turned his cock into a dildo, using it exclusively for my pleasure, going at just the pace I wanted without a care for his pleasure at all. And I delighted in it.

I watched as his fists turned a pale white, clenched tight as he tried to focus. I could feel his thighs clenching and unclenching beneath me over and over again. He was breathing heavy, full, deep breaths over and over as the constant torment continued.

And then he broke. He groaned, his eyes rolling up into his head as he furiously started to buck his hips up into me.

He came almost immediately. No more than two or three thrusts before he careened over the edge. But I had expected it. And so even as he did, I stood up. I watched as he shook and trembled, thick, white ropes shooting into nothing but air before splashing down harmlessly on his own stomach. I smirked as his eyes met mine, something akin to horror in his gaze as he realized what I'd done. He hadn't even stopped thrusting, even as the spurts turned to dribbles, his desperate need for a happy ending wouldn't let him stop for almost ten seconds after, until he finally collapsed.

"That's your own fault, sweetheart." I said gleefully, hopping down off the bed. He gritted his teeth, but nodded. "Fuck.. you are... way- too good at that.. sorry..." He took a deep breath, unclenching his hands as he turned to look at me. "That was... amazing, dear... thank you."

"Of course, baby~" I lazily dragged a finger through the puddle of cum pooling around the base of his cock, up towards his belly button.

His eyes met mine, and his cheeks colored in a way I had never thought possible. "Could we.. do that again sometime?"

"Sure... except bad boys need to be punished first, right?" I asked, bringing my finger up now, showing him the dripping cum I had lathered it in. There was a small look of confusion before his face turned from red to starch white. "Open wide~" I teased, before slipping it into his mouth.

“I've never done anything like this,” you say.

“I know. Do it for me,” she says.

She comes up behind you and gives you a gentle hug. She puts her hands on your shoulders and gently presses you to your knees. She kneels next to you and whispers in your ear, “Go ahead. Do it for me,” her nails gently caressing the nape of your neck.

Her boyfriend is in front of you . You unzip him and gently pull out his shaft and balls. “Kiss them and thank him for providing you this pleasure.” You lean in and gently, but sincerely, kiss each of his large balls. His hardening shaft lifts to bump your cheek.

“Open,” she says and you do. “Place just his tip on the tip of your tongue. Feel its weight.” Mesmerized, you obey. “You know, when you close your mouth, you'll be my cocksucker, won't you?” You nod as you close your mouth on his tip. He swells as you press him to your palate and wrap your tongue around him. She caresses your cheek to feel him inside of you.

He tousles your hair. “Good boy,” he says.

“Go ahead,” she says to him. He gently grabs your ears and slowly, but firmly, slides in and out of you. She is now stroking you with her fingernails, the other hand cradling your little balls. “Wait for him,” she whispers as she brings you to the edge. She looks up to him, smiles and nods. He slides deep into you and he spurts three or four times, filling your mouth.

At that moment, she stops stroking you. Her hand tightens on your balls. “Swallow,” she says, and you ruin your little mess into her hand as you do. She cradles you to her breasts. “Who's my good boy and cocksucker?” she asks as you nuzzle your mess from her hand. “I am, Miss, I am.”

I raise an eyebrow as I feel his hand going up my leg. Either I didn't notice before or he as me distracted enough to not notice it earlier. I also do not mind seeing that nothing but images of him caressing me and playing with me have been going through my mind. I spread my legs just a little bit, just enough so he can place his hand in between them if he wants. I turn towards him more and lean in closer. I place my hand on his leg "what you can do I can do better" I whisper. Slowly I move my hand further and further up and just before I reach his cock he grabs my hand and stops me. He says that if we are going to play we might as well go back to his room so we do not have to be sneaky about it. I take his hand and together we walk towards the elevators. Waiting has never felt this long. I can feel my nipples getting hard as I think about what I am about to do and who I am going to do it with. I mean, sex is not a new thing but with someone I just met and is the perfect dilf is another story. I feel kinda excited but also a bit nervous.

After what feels like a really long time the elevator arrives and we get it. It is empty and as soon as the doors close he turns to me and takes my face in his hands. He tilts my head back a little bit and leans in for a kiss. This almost feels to good, like I am in a movie or something. The moment his lips touch mine all thought is gone. His lips are soft and he kisses me sweetly, his hands burying in my hair as I resiprocate his kiss. Our lips part, his head is tilted to one side and with caution he begins to explore my mouth with his tongue. I lean into him deepening the kiss and lay my hands in his neck, pulling him closer. Ofcourse the elevator stops the moment we were lost in eachother. He broke off the kiss, took my hand again and led me throught the halls to his room. He opened the door and together we walked in.

His perspective:

She responds positive on my hand. She parts her legs a bit and I take advantage of the oppertunity to move my hand up a bit further. Daring myself to get more ballsy than I normally am. My heart is beating faster as she leans in and whispers in my ear. Hearing her say those words triggers a response in my cock, throbbing and pulsing as its pressing against my boxer briefs. Her hand is moving up my leg and my cock is getting harder. Before she reaches it I grab her hand. I don't want to spoil the surprise and much rather play with her in the privacy of my room. I don't let go of her hand as we walk towards the elevator. We have to wait for a few minutes so I might as well check her out again. Her face is now a bit flushed and her nipples are poking through the fabric of her dress. I'm glad to see that I have had some influence over that. I cannot wait to see them, squeeze them and taste them. I cannot believe I am going to take this beautiful woman up to my room, I am kinda nervous about it.

Finally the elevator arrives and we get in still holding hands. The elevator is empty and I'm happy for that, it feels as everyone can see the buldge in my pants, the outline of my cock and tip defined by the fabric. In my head I am debating if I am going to take advantage of the fact that there is nobody else here. I look at her and the decision is made. I take her face in my hands, tilt her head and lean in for a kiss. Luckily, she kisses me back. Her lips are full and extremely soft. I part my lips and explore her mouth with my tongue. Her hands are in my neck pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. Eagerly I comply. The things she is making me feel and how my cock responds to it, is unlocking a primal urge, I need to take what I want and desire right now. Just as we are lost in eachother the elevator stops and the doors open. I take her hand, heart pumping as this is the moment of no return. I open my door, being happy that the card works in one go, and together we walk in.

I pulled up to Miss 's place and parked the bike. I hopped up the front walkway and let myself in.

" Miss, you ready?", I yelled.

"In a minute", came the reply from the bedroom.

I entered the bedroom and saw a spectacular sight. Miss was naked, yanking a variety of sport clothes from her dresser and throwing them on the bed.

"Not sure what to wear", she said.

"Wait, I'll show you", I replied, trying to buy time.

Miss, naked, was not an opportunity to be lost. I came up next to her, gave her a light squeeze and kissed her just where her clavicle met her neck. I palmed her tight breasts and thumbed her nipples. She started to squirm. Without warning, I scooped her up into my arms, hoisted her and threw her legs over my shoulders pushing her back against the wall. She shrieked and laughed; music to my ears. I squeezed her waist in my hands and then placed my hands on her ribs. Her mons was directly in front of my face now. I nuzzled her belly with my nose, ducking to nibble and lick her delicate nether lips. Aroused, now, and leveraging herself off my shoulders, she lifted up further and rubbed the length of her slot down my nose ridge. She stopped for a moment and I could feel her clit rubbing on the cartilage of my nose. She began flailing left and right. Fearing I would drop her, I turned and dumped her, unceremoniously, on to the bed. She grabbed me and turned me over so I was lying on my back. She rose, placed a knee on either side of my face, and continued to ride my nose. She began rotating her pelvis back and forth, faster and faster. The tip of my nose entered her vagina then she dragged her clit down hard on my nose. Grinding, grinding, she was moaning and flailing her arms. She rose up one final time and came crashing down on my nose ridge clamping my head between her thighs. I could feel the spasms of her orgasm and her racing pulse through her vulva. She rolled off of me and I had to check to see if my nose was broken.

So much for an early start to our ride. I turned toward Miss and traced my fingers along her soaking pussy. I reached in my pocket (not having had even the opportunity to undress) and found the latex Ben Wa balls I had purchased for her. They were two conjoined ovoids the deeper one filled with a dense material. I was told they drove women crazy as they walked but I had even better in mind. Jennt was unsuspecting. Holding the lighter end, I teased her opening with the heavier ball. I rubbed it up and down her slit lubricating it from her dripping wet pussy. She groaned. I slowly stretched the walls of her entrance with the ball and it was sucked into her cave. I felt her twitch and have another small orgasm. I gently pushed the rest of the second ball into her. She lay back and groaned, again. I sat up and gently slapped her belly.

"Let's go", I said.

Rummaging through the clothes on her bed, I found some tight workout shorts and a sports bra.

"Wear these", I said, "with your light riding pants and your mesh jacket. It's going to be warm today."

I smiled as Miss walked slowly to the bathroom, getting her sea legs with the balls. I watched, with great pleasure, as she got dressed. The shorts and riding pants looked great on that ass of hers as she bent to pull on her ankle high leather riding boots.

We left the apartment. The sun struck her lovely face and I could see her lidded eyes and a smile on her face as she enjoyed the balls rattling in her pussy. She didn't realize, yet, what was in store for her. We put on our helmets. I got on the bike and steadied it for her. It was always a pleasure to watch her stretch her leg over the bike. I started the bike and revved the engine a bit. Reflexively, she grabbed me tighter as she felt the vibration on the balls deep inside her. I smiled at the somewhat dazed look on her face as she started to realize what she was going to feel for the next hour or so.

I started out slow, navigating the neighborhood streets toward the highway. Every pothole would make her groan and squeeze me a bit tighter. I accelerated onto the highway. The higher revs and speed made both the bike and Miss hum. By this time she was leaning into me and I could feel her breasts pressing into me through my jacket. I reached back and squeezed her thigh. She smiled and groaned.

The ride out to the Washington and Jefferson National Forest took us just over an hour. I took the forest road up to a very secluded parking spot I had found on the map yesterday. I parked the bike. Miss slowly got off the back and I climbed down. I took off my helmet and jacket. I turned and saw Miss standing in her shorts and bra; her riding gear on the ground. She had an almost animalistic expression of lust on her face from being continuously stimulated for the entire ride. She leapt at me, pushed me to the ground and stripped me of my pants and underwear. She yanked off her shorts and pulled the balls from her vagina. She then straddled me and without any fanfare sank onto my cock.

She groaned and squealed, "Ahhh, it's so good."

She bounced hard, twice and had her first orgasm satisfying her frustration from the road. Then she started riding, slowly at first. I could feel her tunnel and lips grabbing my dick with each slide. She rode faster and faster, screaming into the woods. She tightened and just as she was about to cum, I reached up and pinched her nipples rather hard. That threw her over the edge and she bounced twice more on my cock and screamed at the top of her lungs. I was glad we were in the middle of the forest. She fell on to my chest in spasms of pleasure. I squirted high into her and she paused a moment to feel my pulsations inside her. I squeezed her to my chest as her breathing slowly came back to normal. She looked at me with a glint in her eye.

"We're not done yet, boy", she said.

She lifted off of my wilting penis and slowly crawled up toward my face.

"Who makes the mess, cleans the mess", she whispered in my ear.

That was enough to make even my spent dick twitch. With that she sat her pussy on to my waiting mouth and tongue. I licked and sucked every drop of our combined juices from her pussy and I cleaned her lips. She rocked back and forth as I did this, humming to herself. I felt a last, small tremor of orgasm from her as she fell off of me.

We lay there, exhausted. It was only then that we noticed a small, immobile chipmunk who had, apparently, been watching our entire escapade while munching his acorns. I looked at Miss, the sun filtering through the trees onto her beautiful face and we both started laughing.

Finding the apartment I am still living in was one of the best days in my life so far. The place was affordable, not too far away from work, it was in a good part of town and was located in the mostly quiet back streets. And the cherry on top had been, that it was affordable.

The moment I signed the rental agreement I felt like celebrating. Something I actually did after the real estate agent had handed me the keys to my new place and had left for good. It was a hard long night out with some friends, I had no clue how I came back home – the place I had been living in before I found my dream rental – afterwards.

Three weeks later I had fully moved into my new apartment. Sure, it wasn’t fully furnitured and decorated yet, but it had everything you need to be able to life in a place. It had been a typical men’s bachelor apartment, that slowly but steadily was turning into a comfy home.

I was living in the place for roughly two months when I spent my first Friday evening at home. I wasn’t feeling all to well, I was laying in bed, sweating, coughing and waiting for better days when all of a sudden I heard some strange noises coming into my apartment from elsewhere.

It sounded like something was hitting something, I heard some muffled moaning, maybe even some pain or lustful screams. It kept on going for some time, I dozed off while the noises still were on.

In the following morning, I still was everything but on my feet, those strange noises occupied my mind once more. They had made me more than curious, hearing them might have been a turn on for me, so I decided to figure out where they were exactly coming from. Thirty two year old me had a mission.

One week later, I had my cold left behind me, I spent my Friday at home again. I was watching a movie when the strange noises appeared again. I then switched of my TV, and opened up my ears. To figure out the direction the noises were coming from.

Luckily the noises kept on going for a while. So I was able to pinpoint the direction they were coming from. The apartment next to mine, on the same floor seemed to the source of the strange noises.

Unfortunately I had no clue who was living over there. In my more than two months living in my new apartment, I actually never had met my next door neighbor. I only saw some clothes hanging out to dry on the balcony.

It clearly were clothes that belonged to a woman. That, and the noises, and me having some experience with the kinkier side of the life, made me count one and one together. Or at least led to some wishful thinking and let my imagination run wild.

A few weeks later it happened. I ran into my next door neighbor for the first time ever. I was on my way out, when she returned home. A roughly sixty year old woman was standing in front of the door, sliding a key into the keyhole.

We greeted each other, then we introduced each other. What followed was some brief neighbor to neighbor chit chat, then we both went our ways again. I didn’t mention the noises that were coming from her apartment into mine when we first met.

My mature neighbor and me kept on running into each other more often during the following weeks. We talked more and more, we got to know each other a little bit, and she seemed to be a nice and kind woman whom I caught more often wearing the lingerie she had hanging out to dry on her balcony from time to time. At least in my fantasy, mostly when playing with myself.

Then one Saturday morning I once more ran into my well aged next door neighbor when returning from grocery shopping. Sweat was running down her body while she was dragging a heavy looking box up the stairs – the house I was living in had no elevator, one reason why rent was more than affordable.

The good neighbor I am, I offered her my help, my neighbor gladly accepted. I told her that I would be back soon, because I had to dump my grocery haul first. She told me that she would wait for me.

A few minutes later I was next to my neighbor, I was on the on the back end of the box, I was always a few stairs below her when going upwards. I did the heavy lifting, while asking myself what was inside the box.

I entered her apartment with her. It was my first time inside her place and there were a few things that immediately caught my attention. A few things that stood out, made me curious and were fuel for my vivid imagination.

After we had dumped the box on the coffee table in her living room, I asked the neighbor the following question: “Could it be that you are into horses?”

The neighbor answered without thinking: “Not really, why?”

I then told the neighbor that I had seen a pair of riding boot standing next to her shoe shelf, and that she had a riding crop hanging on her living room walls. Next to some pictures that looked like some old family photos.

Now the neighbors face turned more than a little bit red. I clearly had caught her with something. Something she didn’t wanted the world to know. It took her some time come up with an answer: “I did some riding in my past. But I got out of it, other things were occupying me.”

Her answer sounded made up, but it let it be. I didn’t went any deeper while I came to the following question: The noises, the riding crop, the boots, the lingerie, was my mature neighbor a dominatrix?

For now the question stayed unanswered. The neighbor thanked me for helping her with the box, she told me that if I needed some help with something, I just should ask and then, then I left her apartment and went back into mine.

There I finished putting away my groceries – everything frozen or refrigerated was already taken care off – my fantasy once more was running wild. This time I imagined my neighbor wearing her lingerie, wearing her ridding boots while spanking my ass, or maybe even my balls with her riding crop. I dumped a huge load in my kitchen sink.

From now on the neighbor acted a little bit different when I was running into her. Something was holding her back, gone were the nice neighborhood conversations, it felt like there was something in the room that needed to be spoken about. Something that really was bothering her.

It was me that one day just went for it. I asked her one simple question with an added promise: “Top or bottom, and nope, I won’t tell anyone.”

All the awkwardness, all the everything but nice tension all of a sudden left the hallway, the neighbor relaxed and a smile appeared on her face as she gave me the following answer: “Always on top, always in control.”

Now I struggled to find the right words. Or to find any words at all. I blushed, I nearly lost it. But the neighbor kept her cool, and made things a little bit easier for me by opening her mouth: “Could it be that you are bottom? And do you have some experience on the field?”

After letting out a deep breath, I answered her question. I told her that I liked to be ordered around in bed, and that I had some experience on the field. That an ex girlfriend and me did plenty of experimentation in that direction, but it never really went far.

The neighbor nodded with her head, then she told me that maybe one day we could try out some things together. She would let me know in advance, and I could say no to everything at all time. I gladly accepted her offer, and told her that I was already looking forward to it.

We then kept on standing in the hallway for a little bit longer. We looked at each other, no it was everything but uncomfortable staring, then each one of us went their way. I only a made it a few steps, then I stopped, turned around and looked after my roughly twenty seven years older, and by the looks of it, at least in bed, very dominant neighbor.

On the Thursday after, in the early afternoon, it knocked at my door. It was my next door neighbor, she asked me for some salt, I was able to help her out. While I poured some salt into the cup she had brought with her, she asked me if I had plans for tomorrow, Friday afternoon. I told her that I had none.

My neighbor then asked me to knock at her door around eight o’clock in the evening. I told her that I would be there. I then asked her if I should bring something to drink, or something to eat, or anything else. Her answer was a brief one: “No, nothing. Just bring freshly showered you in your usual clothes.”

The day after, eight o’clock sharp I knocked at my neighbors door. It didn’t took long and she opened up. My jaw dropped to the ground when she presented herself: She was wearing the riding boots, some riding pants and an everything but tight sitting long sleeved totally buttoned up white shirt and her hair was done in a very conservative way.

I was on the verge of making her compliment when she asked me, when she ordered me inside her apartment. When I heard the tone in her voice, I decided to keep it to myself. She then led me into her living room. There she placed herself on a chair that resembled a throne.

The chair hadn’t been there during my first, and last visit in her place. At least not in assembled form, because that thing looked heavy, and size wise, at least in a party deconstructed state, it totally would have fit in the box I had helped carrying upstairs and inside.

The neighbor knew how to place herself on her wooden throne. She looked impressive, she looked more than hot as she was sitting there. I was staring at her, I was checking her out from tip to toe, with a hardening dick between my legs.

She checked me out from tip to toe too, and while doing so, the neighbor was thinking out loud: “So what am I going to do with you tonight? Maybe, yes, that could work out.”

Then she looked up to me: “I don’t like to look up to you, down on your knees. And get naked while doing so.”

I did as told, and a minute or two later I was kneeling in front of my neighbor, looking up to her, as according to her, it always should be. Then she called me out for my hard one, called me pathetic to be aroused in a moment like that.

Once she was humiliating me a little bit, she stretched one of her boots into my direction: “Looks dirty, doesn’t it?”

My answer: “Yes, it does, ma’am.”

The neighbor: “So what are you waiting for, use your tongue to lick it clean.”

I confirmed her order, then I went to work. I was very careful to not miss a single little spot. If I did miss a spot, the neighbor was so kind to point me towards it. It took me some time to lick her boot clean, and surprisingly, while tasting the leather, my dick stayed hard and began to leak some pre cum.

When I was done cleaning boot number one, she crossed her legs, the previously bottom foot went on top, and her second boot got stretched into my direction. Again, I licked it clean, I was very careful to not miss a single spot.

My neighbor was pleased with my doing. She ordered me kneel upright, with my hands crossed behind my back. She then told me that I had shown the right devotion, that I was very obedient, that I immediately did was told. But there was one thing going on that she clearly didn’t liked.

Then my neighbor pointed towards my still rock hard and pre cum leaking dick that pointed straight towards her: “Stroke that thing for me. Make your disgusting boner soft. Shrink him. Now.”

A shiver drove through my body while a “yes, ma’am” escaped my mouth. Not even a second later my hand was going up on my hard one. I gave myself one hard stroke after the other. Every stroke I gave myself felt better than the previous one.

The neighbor watched my doing. She might have licked her lips a little bit while doing so. But she wasn’t really pleased with my doing. She critiqued me pleasing myself: “Have you never touched yourself before? Cum faster. I have other things to do in my life than watching you playing with your hard one.”

I moaned out a “yes, ma’am” and while doing so I began to squeeze my balls with my free hand. My intense moaning was filling the room as I fully got lost in the act, as my eyes began to run in circles.

Every squeeze I gave my balls, every stroke I gave my hard one brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. The moment I was really close on orgasm, the neighbor once more stretched her boot into my direction, then she gave me another order: “Cum on my boot, now.”

The neighbor’s words immediately pushed me over the edge. I came, I came good, my trembling body dumped a huge load onto her boot. My balls were empty, every last drop of cum had left my body. I was ready to collapse, I was enjoying that awesome post orgasm sensation when I got another order: “Now my boot is dirty again. What are you waiting for, clean it.”

My brain was still off when I began to lick my own spunk of her leather boot. I wasn’t thinking, I just was doing. I was very careful to not miss a single little spot, to not miss the tiniest drop of my cum. And I swallowed it all.

For the second time of the evening my neighbor was really pleased with my doing. She was even more pleased when I showed her my empty mouth. When I showed her that I had swallowed all of my cum: “You have done well tonight, maybe I will play with you again in the future. But for today, our game is over.”

It was then that my neighbor asked me to stay a little bit longer. To hand out with her, to talk about our session, and to watch a movie with her. I told her that I’d love to stay on her side a little bit longer.

A smile appeared on the neighbors face, and we ended up on her sofa, next to each other, watching a classic together, munching some snacks and enjoying each others company. Once the movie was over, we wished each other a good night, I went into my bed and she into hers. But it shouldn’t be long and we would be together again.

SHADOW Corp main offices. 30th floor, overlooking the ShadeHaven City

Matthew took a moment to admire the view. As he always did in one of the few free moments of his day. He was 20 years old and already had accomplished half of his life’s goal. SHADOW Corp. The legacy of his family had reached the highest level of influence and power that it would likely achieve.

There was no branch of human endeavour or knowledge that they didn’t have a significant influence on. From sports, sciences and renewable technologies to private armies, adult entertainment and illegal exporting.

Matthew was probably the smartest man that had ever lived, and one of the most strong-willed. He was as close to a “perfect” human being as one could get. In perfect physical condition, blessed by genetics into being handsome, filthy rich and a good heart.

Yes, Matthew had an extensive past of misdeeds, but he had deemed it necessary at the time to achieve the level of power and success he had. Now that he was confident no one could oppose him, it was the time to give back. For as long as he lived, he will commit himself to the betterment of mankind in all aspects. Slowly and with caution to always remain on top.

He was eager to call Alice and tell her that finally the time had come to clean up his act. She had been just as ruthless and goal oriented as he was, so it was natural they had become romantically attracted to one another. But he knew his limitations, and a committed relationship at that time was one of them. He was a serial womanizer and didn’t want to lose such a close friend due to something as stupid as infidelity. So, they had decided to stop working directly together and operate in different cities.

But now he felt ready to commit. He was at the top of the food chain. No longer did he have to be so guarded and deceitful. He could try experiencing the other half of live he hadn’t yet. Being a good person.

He pulled out his cell phone and prepared mentally for the call…

“I have to say, what you have build here is nothing short of extraordinary”

His heart skipped a beat, and it took all of his self-control not to turn around and take a fighting stance against the unexpected female voice at his back.

How the fuck is a woman here? There is no way ANYONE should be able to reach this level with complete stealth! Easy does it… if she wanted me dead she could have killed me with my back turned. She wants to talk…

Shameful as it was to admit it to himself, he was downright afraid at the skills this mystery woman might possess. Nevertheless, he turned casually with a charming smile and relaxed face, even if internally he was anything but.

“Thank you. Pure luck if I am being honest” he said casually putting his hand in his pockets and pressing the emergency signal button. It sent an alert on EVERY conceivable way so the message couldn’t be missed. Even with jammers in place, the signal would go through, and the SHADOW security force would come in less than a minute.

Matthew examined the woman; he made it seem like a passing glance but his mind was racing… and very confused. Nothing of what he picked up in the woman made sense. No calluses in her hands to indicate ANY sort of labour or training, athletic but not a fighter, no equipment anywhere near her…

Instead of any of the tell-tale signs of a professional infiltrator, he found a gorgeous black-haired woman with blue eyes and red lipstick. Her makeup was little but perfectly applied, not a drop out of place. She was wearing a beautiful red dress and red high heels to match, all her nails painted black and a few golden jewellery accessories to round out the look.

To his amazement he could feel an immediate attraction to this woman and a desire to do whatever she said. He didn’t allow himself to feel those sorts of feelings except sometimes with Alice, and his control over himself was absolute. What the hell was going on? How did an infiltrator get in the most secure building on the planet without tools and in full party get-up? It didn’t make sense!

“Oh, don’t be so humble. You have surprised me, and that never happens. Even now you are quite impressive, your heartbeat barely increased when you heard me and you seem as casual as I was an old friend meeting you in the park. You can stop pressing the panic button. The signal won’t go through, nobody is coming”

Matt kept a pleasant smile, but he knew he was screwed. How did she hear his heartbeat from so far away? Since the cat was out of the bag, he took out the device from his pocket. As she had said, no signals made it out and the security was unaware of his situation. He calmly left the device on his desk.

“You are more than just surprising. I have invested quite a bit on my own personal security and have taken heavy precautions against this sort of thing happening. And yet here we are…” he said leaning against his desk and crossing his arms.

“There are no plans or precautions that could protect you against me. Don’t feel bad” she said in a soft tone that made him stir a little bit. Every second of her presence here was affecting him in a way he couldn’t describe.

“Guess that lead us to the following questions. How did you get in here? Who are you? And what do you want?”

“Easy questions to answer. I wanted to be here, therefore I am here. I am the Goddess and Creator of all, and I want to break you”

He scoffed. “I am being serious here. Who sent you?”

“So am I, let me give you a demonstration”

In a fraction of a second he saw black and thick ropes appear behind his back and snake all around his body. His quick reflexes allowed him to avoid his arms from being bound but as he tried to run, his legs got snared. He felt roughly to the floor. Helpless as firm and tight knots subdued him in a classic Shibari binding.

“H-How did you do that?” he croaked as a length of rope tightened against his throat.

“I told you. I am Goddess. I am the Creator of everything. All powerful, all knowing” she said with a wicked smile. “Well, not right now, I have relieved myself of knowing all just to come play with you. You should feel honoured”

Matt felt fear grip his mind and body for the first time in years.

There is no way this is true. No fucking way. Maybe an hallucinogen?

“Not at all. I am real as it gets sweetie” she said in an endearing tone. “I could be more convincing, but I prefer to keep you guessing”

Matt gulped in utter horror at the realization that he wasn’t save even in his own mind. “W-Why break me? I know I am not the most faithful believer, but I am no worse than most people!”

She stepped closer and he twisted to see her eyes as she looked down on him with amusement. “Oh, I know. In fact, I can tell you without doubt that you are the best human I have seen in the whole existence. If I were not here today, this would be the start of a human golden age that would last for millennia.”

“And you have a problem with that? Why?”

“Let’s just say that everyone was wrong when they thought the Goddess was a merciful and good being. Goddess is a sadist, and I love to see my creations struggle and suffer. I thought even with your limited free will you little ones wouldn’t be able to surmount every challenge that I had put in front of you, but you did… or will.

So I have decided to make it much harder for you. But still, the fact that you managed so much is not without it’s value, I have decided to get involved personally with the suffering of the best human on creation… and break him until he is little more than the weakest being on creation”

Her eyes seemed to glow with an evil red as she said that, and Matt felt horror like never before.

“I am changing the rules little human. Adding new factors and merging things that were meant to be separate… and I will make sure that every single one of them bring pain and humiliation to you specifically”

She walked a few steps and stood next to his waist.

“Still, I do have a little crush on you, the greatest of my creations. So, I will make it at least a bit fun for you as well” she grinned and then stepped on Matt’s member harshly with her perfect heels.

“NGHHH!” For no reason he could discern, Matt felt the most powerful orgasm of his live pass through his body and ropes of cum exit his dick, soiling his expensive pants… he twitched and moaned and finally laid there, panting heavily like if he had run a marathon.

“Look at you… cumming so shamelessly just by being stepped on”

“Ngh… what… was that? I am not a masochist! This is not normal…”

“Well you are now… you even won the genetic lottery having no illnesses, mental disorders or even fetishes. But that ends now… now you are the worst type of masochist and the most depraved of fetishists”

As she spoke she removed her shoe from his crotch and he whimpered, trying to follow her foot… he turned to his side and was face to face with her feet. Where before he had only seen a pair of well cared feet, he now saw an object of adoration. He wanted to kiss them, smell them, lick them… be stepped by them, kicked, punished…

“N-No… those are not my thoughts… stop! This is not… me”  he was struggling to connect ideas… his mind was feeling overwhelmed with desires of humiliation, submission and pain he never had before.

“Now it Is. I didn’t change anything about your personality, intelligence, determination or stuff like that, I want you to break naturally after all… just removed some of the privileges you never knew you had”

She putt her foot right next to his face and despite having cummed very recently, he felt his loins stir. “You want to kiss them don’t you?” she said with sadistic glee.

Matt couldn’t remove his eyes from her perfect white toes… her almost hypnotic black nail polish, the beautiful and thin shape of it.

Despite a voice in the back of his head yelling at him to stop, he scooted to her foot and sniffed the smell of her feet. His objective mind knew it was just a regular smell but his dick was now rock hard with excitement.

“P-Please Goddess… don’t make me do this… I beg”

“I am not doing anything now. You are fighting yourself right now. Your little deviant desires are making you crave to kiss the lowest part of a woman’s body…”

Matt struggled with indecision for a few seconds more before he crumbled and kissed her beautiful toes. Immediately he came again on his pants with a loud an pathetic moan as he grovelled and whimpered at her feet.

Like a pathetic dog he kissed, licked and sucked every inch of her feet and shoes, much to the delight of the Goddess that stood before him. She stepped on him, passed the sole of her heel on his tongue, violated his mouth with her toes and degraded and bullied him to her hearts content.

Eventually he stopped. Barely conscious and completely spent, sweaty and messy. The binds removed themselves from him and disappeared like they were never there. She smiled and pushed him like a log to his back with her wet foot.

“It is sweeter than I expected. The peak of humanity debasing himself for me… I don’t think I will ever get bored of torturing you…”

She waved her hand and her clothing disappeared, she sat on his face and placed her sex on his mouth, despite his dick no longer having anything to spurt out he came once again, grunting in pain and pleasure inside her pussy.

“Lick it… you have shown how pathetic you are, now show me how subservient…”

Matt couldn’t help himself and he licked her with as much passion and technique as he could muster. She groaned and moaned and dug her nails into his body. She grabbed his balls and twisted them in painful ways, torturing them and punishing his body, and yet he came over and over again, no stopping in sight…

When she finally came it was explosive, filling his face with fluids and the whole world seemed to shake for a moment. Finally she stopped and realized just in time that she almost killed him by tightening her legs too much.

Mm, limiting my Omniscience is problematic, I am not used to not knowing when I do something. Millions must have died from that earthquake… if this were any other building but his HQ it would have fallen as well.

She allowed absolute Knowledge to flow through her once again but careful not to see into the future and in an instant reversed time to before the catastrophic earthquake and the damage was erased from existence.

There, now I relinquish my power once again.

She stood up and looked at her defeated lover.

So cute. I cannot wait to make him the most pathetic man on creation…

She giggled excitedly and tapped his forehead with her toe. Making him wake up after passing out a while ago.

“Well. I must be off, don’t want to mess up the fun by sticking next to you for too long. The rest you will have to figure out for yourself. One last piece of advice though… you got dominated by me and that has… consequences… you will see”

And with that final statement she was gone. Matt tried to get up but after struggling for one second he landed flat on his back, totally unconscious, his body desperately trying to recover the energy he had spent.

A new world had been created. And the consequences would be vast and extensive.

Calling this place a cottage on the lake is really pushing it. I shouldn't complain, I really shouldn't but when I first started dating Zoe she had sold me on "her cottage" almost immediately. Finding out it was a double wide trailer, a half hour walk from the water AND we had to share it with her brother, sister and youngest cousin certainly took the shine off it.

But we'd been going there for three years and I was getting used to it. If we wanted to go on one of the nice weekends we inevitably ended up sharing it and had the smallest bedroom attached to a bathroom / shower thing. This Thanksgiving weekend was supposed to be different, everyone else in the family had their own plans - staying home or seeing other family so we had the cottage to ourselves.

And boy did I have something to be thankful for! I was going to cum AND as an extra special surprise, I was going to propose.

The last week had been our first time trying proper tease and denial, even though she had always been a massive tease. She excelled at whispering some of the dirtiest things at the most inopportune times. We'd be taking the subway to a concert and she whisper 'If you'll fuck me now, I'll let you do it raw for the first time ever' and various things she knew would turn me on but were never practical. It was going to be just short of two weeks since I'd last cum which in the grand scheme of the world is not that long, I'd gone longer when we were sick but never deliberately.

And, given that we were going to be away, we had decided to try chastity for the first time.

Whilst I could write paragraphs about some of the ways she teased me in the run up, her favourite was to have me lie down on the couch with my legs over her lap whilst we watched TV. She'd then spend the duration of the show casually groping and stroking my dick through my trousers. That was so hugely frustrating and made watching Monday Night Football almost impossible.

When it came to Wednesday I got the cage, we had bought months ago, from the secret drawer of mystery and for the first time I was going to wear it for more than a minute or two. Knowing full well I'd struggle to be small enough to fit into it if she was watching, I do most of the fitting on my own in the comfort of the toilet. When I appear in the living room I drop my sweats, she sits watching with a huge smile on her face as I turn the key. She gives a little joyful clap as I hand her the key. Without any sort of prompting or asking, she unclasped the necklace she was wearing and slid the key around it. We finished loading what we needed to and get in the car to drive the 90 minutes to the cottage.

"So what are you thankful for this Thanksgiving weekend?" she said with a snort. Every time I looked over at her during the drive I could see her playing with the key. Rubbing it, sliding it back and forth, stroking it. We'd be discussing the song that had just finished and I'd turn to see her dangling it from her mouth. Tomorrow is going to be the best thanksgiving ever. The two of us and one massive explosive orgasm from me and an engagement ring for her.

"This is going to be epic! Boy do I have a surprise for you!" Zoe says as we pull into the parking lot. I have a surprise too as I check my pocket to make sure that the ring box is still there.

And then we get to the cottage and find her sister is already there - with her kid!

So much for a dirty weekend.

The two of them are obviously shocked to see each other - both thought they had booked this weekend exclusively. I try and play peacemaker and broker an arrangement for us all to stay, knowing I'd be giving up my orgasm if I was successful. But I should know better than to get in between two passionate and loud siblings. They disappeared into one end of the trailer, sorry cottage, to continue their argument which was dredging up old grudges and stories I had never heard and left me chatting about football with the kid.

Sensible heads won through and all of us settled into the cottage for the weekend.

"I'm so sorry about this" Zoe said as we unload my car "apparently there's been a whole drama around booking this year that I was not aware of, it's been a massive cock up."

"About the only cock that will get up this weekend" I snark back, sort of under my breath

"Seriously? That's all you can think of." she says "If that's all that's important to you about this weekend maybe we will just leave that thing on. But we don't need her to see the key and start asking questions. I'm gonna take it off and put it in my bag."

So we spend Thanksgiving day doing a lot of normal stuff none of which you care about but here goes - we ate, we watched football and we took a sunset walk to the rock by the lake that their family always walks to. I stand there looking at Zoe as the sun disappears behind the trees. I am so unbelievably happy that she is in my life. As well as being an absolute demon inside the bedroom, she's one of the most wonderful caring people I know. She takes down her pony tail letting her curly blonde hair get blown in the wind before putting it back up in a bun. In my coat pocket I fumble around with the engagement ring box. I have waited to do this since I got the ring in the summer. I wanted it to be a private and romantic and just the two of us but with her sister here it seems inappropriate, especially as she's from a big family - last thing I want to do is start a fight because not everyone was present. I let go of the box and put it back in my pocket. I will do that another day.

"Hey come here," she says as she wraps her arms around me and whispers in my ear "Bet you'd like to bend me over right now and cum inside me and I'd let you but I forgot the key."

And all the time I was wearing a chastity cage. 24 hours approached and passed, which was way more than I'd expected. Using the bathroom was something I had to get used to but it wasn't until we settled in for a game of cards that night that I realised I had barely noticed I was caged all day, especially when I was sat still. However, all it took was a twist or a simple over stretch and I could feel the plastic.

On Friday morning I had mentioned the cage and that maybe we could consider taking it off and I'd promise to keep my hands to myself.

"I trust you, I do" she said "but really the safest place for the cage is where it is. Imagine you having to explain what it is to my sister if he saw it in our room"

Friday afternoon arrived, I had hit 40 hours in the cage, when her sister announced that the two of them were going out, expected back "in about an hour" and they'd bring pizza.

Zoe stood at the door in a hoodie and sweats and waved them off. The moment the door closed she took the sweater off. And there are her tits! And the chastity key!

"But wait there's more" she says as my jaw drops open. She drops her sweats and there she is stood there naked. Stepping out of her trousers and picking them up from the floor, she strides past me towards the bedroom as I mouth FUCK YEAH to myself.

By the time I reach the bed I'm also naked, throwing my underwear to the ground and bounding onto the bed.

"Right, time to make you thankful don't you think?" she said holding the key in her hand that's around her necklace as I nod. "As you'd expect, I'm still going to make you work for it, you're not getting it easy but we have, maybe an hour? And I'd like to tie you to the bed but probably best I don't in case they come back suddenly - so can you just pretend?"

I grab hold of the bed head, spread my legs and nod. And there I am, lying naked on the bed looking at the most beautiful woman in the world holding a key that will unlock my cage. I couldn't be happier. I can start to feel my cock twitch within the cage. She slides the key in and turns the lock. It slides out of it's encasement and she wiggles the plastic cover - freeing my cock. I'm harder than I thought as I see the blood rush to him. Her warm hands push one testicle then the next through the plastic ring and then next. She takes the cage into the little attached bathroom and returns to the bed.

"So tell me" she says crawling up to lie next to me "how did the chastity cage feel?"

"Honestly?" I say "After the first hour or so I barely noticed it."

"Really?" she says as she starts to stroke my cock. She has the most wonderful foreplay hand job technique. Never enough to make me cum but enough to keep me stimulated. This was different though. Her thumb runs up the underside of my cock. At the end of each stroke she circles it around the head of my cock a couple of times. The initial feeling is one of abrasion, pleasure and pain until the pre cum begins to lubricate the area and turns it to a soley pleasurable experience.

"Well yes" I reply letting out a little groan as her thumb rubs me again. "apart from having to be a bit careful when I pee I barely noticed I was wearing it."

"Interesting, so you could maybe wear it more?" she says changing from the soft padded part of her thumb to running her newly manicured bright red nail up and down my cock. I groan with pain and pressure "Filthy little pain slut. Tell me when you're close"

Her thumb nail is now exclusively scratching the sensitive skin on the underside of my cock. She flicks at it like she's trying pop the lid off a toothpaste. I groan.

"This hurts Zoe I don't think I'm going to cum" I say

"Really?" she says digging her finger nail into my cock head, squashing it. Her nail mashes into the tender flesh, rubbing and squeezing.

"Yes yes yes I'm going to cum. Don't stop." I say, which was the stupidest thing to say. Because that was exactly what she did.

"Right I'm going to watch some TV. Be back soon and don't forget you're tied to the bed" she said rolling off the bed, grabbing a robe and walking out.

Anywhere between 30 seconds and 30 minutes pass until she comes back in. I would be lying if I said I had stayed completely still, I'd scratched my balls and rubbed my elbows but I certainly didn't want to be sat there playing on my phone when she came back in.

"Aw look at him" she says pointing at my cock "he's so cute when he's tiny"

She climbs up on the bed and straddles me, sitting on my chest with her back to my face. She bends over moving her naked and by now quite wet cunt towards my face. She takes my whole flaccid cock into her mouth. It doesn't stay that way for long. A mixture of the warmth of her mouth and an occasional flick of her tongue cause the blood to start to rush to my cock and for it to grown larger. Eventually I can feel my dick rubbing against the roof of her mouth at which point she releases him and coughs and splutters.

"Tap me if you're close" she says before taking him back into her mouth. She hasn't sucked me from this angle before and it's nice. I'm going much deeper than I normally do. Her tongue rubbing against the head of my cock feels fantastic. Her lips. Her salavia. Everything is great. I don't count but she does this foe what feels like five minutes interspersed with her catching her breath and coughing from the gagging. I can feel the cum right there. Any minute now I will release it and explode. I drift into a state of bliss which is slightly interrupted by suddenly smelling her pussy and realising it's right there.

One long lick and another and another.

POP! She takes my cock out of her mouth.

"You know I can't multitask. If you're going to do that you're not going to cum" she says. I respond by burying my head in her snatch and flicking at her clit. She tries to occasionally kiss or suck my cock but, I'm just too damn good at using my tongue on her. I lap, I dart, I rub, I lick.

She cums. I am good at this. After she's stopped shaking and twitching, she stops straddling me and rolls next to me.

"Oh boy imagine if that was your only chance?" she said as she picks her phone up. She shows me a couple of memes and videos and we just lie there.

"My sister seems a lot happier" Zoe says after about ten minutes of chatting.

"Yeah ever since she got divorced she seems to be loving life" I say looking at the top of her head and remembering all the good times we'd had

"We always knew he was a deadbeat, she is so better without him" she says as she strokes my chest hair

"We'd make marriage work though wouldn't we" I say to her and she lies in silence. A minute passes.

"Did you just suggest we get married?" she says half jokingly

"Well....." I say "Actually no don't worry about it"

"No no no I'm really interested in what was going to follow that 'Well' please tell me" she said now sitting up and looking at me.

"Can I just get something" I say sitting up to be next to her.

"No you cannot" she says "Don't forget you're tied to the bed. I'll get it."

"Right hand pocket of my green jacket" I say as she bounds out of the room stark naked and heads towards the door. I hear an excited shriek followed by hearing her footsteps running towards the bedroom.

"YES YES YES YES" she screams as she jumps on the bed and starts kissing my face followed by a whole stream of consciousness from potential themes, venues and who's going to be invited. I barely get a word in but I couldn't be happier.

"So this was your surprise you mentioned? Shall I show you mine as this deserves something very special." she says reaching down to stroke my semi hard cock. It doesn't take long before it gets hard and she jumps on top of me.

My cock slides into her. She's wet but I feel the roughness of the skin inside her vagina. It's a new feeling.

"CONDOM!" I shout realising that I'm not wearing one and starting to panic at this being the very first time I've been inside her without one.

"Oh no" she says "We don't need that today. Now that I have this ring things have changed."

"mmmm yes" she says bouncing up and down on my cock "when you cum I'm going to sit on your face and you're going to clean up your fucking mess like a good little boy. That's my surprise for you"

"Yes" she says sliding herself up and down on my cock and pinning my arms to the bed "Yes yes yes yes"

As she cums the feeling is different, the skin on my cock is more stretched. It's more sensitive. She grips me tight. I'm close I could cum any second.

"YES" She yells as she throws her head back, digs her nails into my arms and tenses up as she has her second orgasm of the day.

"We're home. Where are you? What's going on?" her sister says from the other room.

"FUCK" she mouths to me sliding herself off me and leaving my cock lying their aching to cum. She leans in and whispers "At least I have a built in reason why I yelled yes. I'm gonna go out there and distract her with my ring. You clean up and don't forget to put the cage back on"

She throws on her hoodie and sweats and runs out of the room. I hear all this cheering and excitement as I go into the bathroom and look at the chastity device by the basin. I look at the toilet. I could just finish myself off now and no one would ever know. It'd only take two strokes. It'd be easy.

I turn the key in the lock and instantly regret making the correct decision.

I flush the toilet so I have an excuse. I get dressed and run out to see my fiancée dancing around the room. She looks so happy.

"Quick quick" her sister says making some room on the kitchen counter of the pizza "let's get a photo and then we'll call mom. Put your hands here."

We hold hands and put them on the counter. I look over at Zoe as she realises that I have the chastity key in my right hand. I swear I could see an evil twinkle in her eye.

"To the beginning of your new life together" her sister says taking the photo of the engagement ring and our hands secretly clasping the chastity key.

(First three chapters:

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1f9qor4/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_1/

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1flikhy/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_ii/

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1g5h1on/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_iii/)

Over the course of the following week, the blowjob from hell- or maybe it had been the blowjob from heaven, I was having a hard time deciding- continued to do a sweet mindfucking number on me. I couldn't stop thinking about Selena and what she'd done to me- both the blowjob and the spell itself, which had effectively rendered me chaste- except strangely, in a pattern I was beginning to recognize, during the time she and I talked during the week.

Let me explain.

First of all, it's not that we saw each other that week- we both had work, and other responsibilities- but it seemed even to me that it was a good thing for us not to see each other for a few days, anyway. It built anticipation for what was to come (or not come, as seemed to be my predicament), for one thing, but Selena also- future events would emphasize this to me- seemed to have a good sense of rhythm and pacing, just like a writer or a musician. She understood what she'd put me through, she understood the thoughts that were bouncing around in my mind, and I don't think she wanted to overload me. She also understood that the blowjob from heaven/hell had been something of a small masterpiece of torment, and she wanted to let its effects on me linger.

When I say, then, that our conversations were the only times during the week that my fevered brain settled down a bit, it's because our conversations were not the all-out tease-a-thons that you might expect- not that week, anyway- but fairly normal conversations about movies, music, books, work, what we'd studied in college- all of the cautious avenues through which we open ourselves and our worldviews to others. Through it all, I kept in mind that I was talking to someone who'd obviously been drawn to magic at some point in her life, drawn so intently that she'd become quite powerful, more powerful than just about anyone I could think of aside from Willow from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And Willow wasn't real. Though she was cute. Almost as cute as Selena.

We talked about people we knew, like Emily, whose party we'd met at. The funny thing was that I almost hadn't gone that night. I used to be much closer friends with Emily, and had been a little surprised that she'd even texted me about the party that evening. Not that we'd fallen out or anything like that, just grown apart since we'd met about ten years earlier in college. We'd hooked up once or twice back then, but there were no hard feelings- or at least I didn't think there were. We'd stayed in touch over the years, but mostly through text. A tall, attractive girl with long brown hair and long legs, I had actually had a notion that maybe something could be rekindled between me and Emily...until I'd run into Selena, at any rate.

During my few moments of lucid thought that week, reflecting back on meeting Selena at that party, I realized that there was something nagging at me about the whole encounter. It was at the very edge of my consciousness, but I couldn't quite put it into words.

Still, as I suggested above, as much as talking with Selena naturally brought all my feelings of yearning and desire for her back to the surface, it also muted them somewhat, made them bearable...because I was with her (at least over the phone), she was interested in what I had to say, I was going to get to see her again. The only price I had to pay for all that was not being able to orgasm. And what did that really matter?

The night before I'd met her, I think I would've said that it mattered a great deal. But suddenly, curiously, it didn't seem to.

And besides, she would let me have an orgasm eventually.

Wouldn't she?

I made a point to bring that up with her. Yes- in a reasonable, businesslike manner, I would tell her that I loved the game we were playing, but that I hoped she did intend to let me orgasm at some point. That was only reasonable, wasn't it?

Yes- I'd bring it up just like that. That weekend, I promised myself.

The only real teasing I was subjected to before the weekend came towards the end of our call on Tuesday night, when I couldn't help it- she mentioned something that had happened to her at lunch that day, and I told her that earlier I'd taken an apple from the fridge to work, and that innocent piece of fruit had brought all the memories of the past weekend flooding back, which was true.

She laughed quietly at that. I wasn't sure where she was in her apartment, but something about her laughter (or maybe it was just my imagination) made me imagine that she was reclining on the same couch I'd been sitting on when she'd given me the blowjob from heaven/hell.

"You know, Matt", she said quietly, "'apple' actually is an important word for you. Just not quite in the way I said."

"What do you mean, Sel...uh, Miss Selena?"

I thought I could sense her smiling on the other end. Throughout our conversation that night, I'd actually simply been calling her Selena. But something had shifted in just a few moments, and now "Miss" seemed more appropriate.

"Well. It's your safeword."

"You mean...?"

"Mm-hmm. If there's something you're uncomfortable with, or even if you want to stop. Just say the word 'apple', and we can press pause. And discuss."

"That makes me feel a lot better, actually. I'll remember, Miss Selena. But I can't imagine wanting to stop right now."

That made her laugh. I told her that I had tried again a few times since I'd last seen her- tried to have an orgasm, that is- which was also true, and she laughed some more.

"I...I don't know if that's against the rules, or..."

"It's not", she replied, finally stifling her giggles. "It's okay, Matt. I don't mind you touching yourself. Why should I, now that we both know the outcome of that action is predetermined?"

"More frustration", I groaned, feeling myself press against the inside of my pants. I was beginning to associate that feeling- getting hard- with frustration and futility. Before I'd met Selena, it had often been a precursor to pleasure.

"Smart boy", she whispered. Her voice and her breathing seemed to have changed slightly, and now I imagined her lying back langorously on that couch, or maybe curled up like a sexy cat with violet-colored nails.

"I like that you tried, actually", she whispered. "Tell me more about it, Matt. What were you thinking about? How hard did you try? Maybe you just didn't want it enough?"

I attempted to answer, but all I seemed capable of was a moan of frustration. I was pretty sure I knew what she was doing on the other end of the line.

She giggled, prompting more whimpers from me. Just like that, with a snap of her fingers, she'd taken me from 0 to 60.

"Please let me cum, Selena", I whispered. Suddenly I felt that I'd never wanted to so badly in my life.

"Try again for me, Matt", she whispered as she continued to touch herself on the other end.

I did.

Friday night. To my surprise- to both my relief and quiet disappointment- the prevailing dynamic of the previous week (excepting Tuesday night's torture session, during which Selena had brought herself to orgasm over the phone) had carried over. The evening hadn't featured any elaborate or diabolical games of teasing. Selena hadn't opened the door in full leather-clad dominatrix garb, but rather in a cozy-looking sweater and a knee-length black cotton skirt. We'd more or less just had dinner at her place, and now we were watching a movie on the couch, my head resting on her lap while she reached down to rub my head and run her fingers through my hair from time to time. I wouldn't say that resting my head so close to her bare legs was helping me to think NON-sexual thoughts, exactly- okay, not even close- but nor was it cruel teasing. By the same token, the way I was lying could have been construed as submissive, but she didn't say or do anything throughout the course of the movie to make that explicit. I was fully dressed, by the way, black jeans and a t-shirt.

Maybe, I considered, that's because she didn't feel the need to make it explicit. I felt it deeply, and I think she did, too. Even without any teasing (unless you considered the absence of teasing a tease in itself), I felt like a nervous, tongue-tied teenager around her- wondering if we would make out later, but not quite daring to make the first move. I replayed moments in my mind of reaching out and touching a shoulder or a cheek, making eye contact, slowly moving in for a kiss. Terrifying at 16, but it got easier the more you practiced.

But now it was terrifying again. Believe me, a beautiful woman having complete control of your orgasms will make you a bit hesitant in that regard.

And the lack of explicit teasing was about to change, in any case.

When the movie ended, Selena patted me on the head, and I sat up. She looked at me with a somewhat devious smile, patted both of her bare knees thoughtfully, and said, "I have an idea."

Just the way she said it made my heart beat faster. "I like it already."

She laughed. "Don't be too quick to say so. It will be a test your self-control."

That was all it took to make me excited. I found myself biting my knuckle before I even knew what I was doing, and I involuntarily crossed my legs. "How...how does it work?"

Selena just looked at me for a few seconds. Then she said, "Remember those handcuffs I showed you? The ones from my purse?"

(I forgot to mention- for a very brief moment earlier that night, after we'd met outside "our" cafe, in a moment that could arguably be considered an instance of teasing, she had intentionally (?) allowed me to see a pair of padded handcuffs inside her purse. The effect on me had been as I think she'd intended.)

I swallowed. "Yes."

"Yes who, Matt?"

"Yes, Miss Selena." The last few hours, which had seemed almost like a normal date, faded away instantly.

"Good boy." By this point she was up at her dresser, reaching for her purse. I heard the faint sound of metal. Then she approached me grinning, with her hands hidden behind her back. I swallowed again, and looked up at her with what I hoped were the most persuasive puppy-dog eyes I could muster. Quickly, in one fluid motion, she was sitting on top of me, straddling me on the couch. Her black skirt extended over only the uppermost parts of her legs now (not to mention my lap), its hem tickling me, and her sweatered upper body resting a few inches away from mine. It was quite a modest, purple, hanging-out-around-the-house sweater (the same color she'd painted her fingernails and toenails), but I could still vaguely make out the shape of her breasts beneath. Not that I stared. Or I tried not to, anyway. Attentive readers will recall that I had not yet seen her breasts, not once, and it seemed to me that there was at least an additional t-shirt and bra between me and them. Her hands were still hidden behind her back.

She smiled at me playfully, and when she spoke it was closer to a whisper. "Here's how this is going to work. I'm going to give you three chances to be handcuffed." She tapped me on the nose once, gently, and then continued, her lips a few inches from mine. "The catch is, Matt, I know you find the idea exciting. So you need to be a good boy and control yourself while I do it."

I moaned out loud. "You mean..."

She nodded. "I think you've guessed it, Matt." Her tone was suddenly a little sharper, a little more authoritative. Not angry by any stretch, but letting me know that this wasn't a debate. "No erections."

Pressing her hands against the couch behind me and disentangling our bodies, she added, happily, "And you've just lost round one!"

I groaned perhaps louder than I had since I'd met her. "But Se- I mean, Miss Selena, that's not FAIR..."

She giggled happily, practically skipping over to her chair, clearly delighted at having set the rules so clearly in her favor. "No, I guess it isn't", she chirped. "I'll give you five minutes", she added, picking up her book.

I took a deep breath and tried surfing the channels on her TV. I avoided the channels that I knew showed movies, because you never knew what kind of scene might be playing. Instead I found myself flipping through sports channels, and settled on a baseball game. The moribund Chicago White Sox, currently on a 9-game losing streak, were playing The Baltimore Orioles. Sweaty men with mustaches running around a diamond- quite possibly the least sexual thing I could ever hope to see, at least as far as I was concerned. Perfect. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the game as much as possible. All the while, Selena hummed quietly and contentedly while reading, as if she held all the cards. Even in that moment I think I knew that she did. What's more, I liked it.

All too soon, Selena stood up. "That's five minutes. Ready to try again?"

I was as ready as I'd ever be. "Um...just out of curiosity, Miss Selena", I asked as she approached me with her hands behind her back again, "what will we do once I'm...you know...cuffed?"

She looked amused. "Do you really want me to answer that", she said, biting her lip, "when your mission...your goal...your assignment, my good boy...is to stay soft?"

I swallowed hard and willed myself to relax. "Good point. Thanks, Miss Selena." Simply calling her that excited me, which didn't seem entirely fair either, but I didn't raise the point.

"Of course", she said, quickly straddling me again. Her voice had returned to a whisper. "I want you to have a fighting chance."

After a week of wanting to cum more badly than I ever had before in my life, I was painfully aware of her skirt riding up her legs, her panties resting against the front of my jeans. My penis was aware of it, too. It felt like heaven- or at least like I was at the gates of heaven. This was the definition of unfair. I took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to stop my legs from trembling. Her hands were still behind her back.

She looked me in the eyes. Moved forward. Planted a soft kiss on my lips. Let it linger for a second. Two.

...And stood up laughing, smoothing her skirt over her legs. I stifled a sob, pressing my hand to my face and letting myself collapse on my side, groaning and shuddering.

Selena laughed gleefully, triumphantly, and practically hopped back to her chair and her book.

When she'd sat down once again, legs crossed, she smiled fondly at me. "Now, you had a question?"

I managed to compose myself, mentally calculating that I was probably already down to four minutes left, and I would need to turn back to the baseball game ASAP. "I was just wondering...Miss Selena...what we were going to do after you...you know, after you cuff me?"

Still smiling, she said, "Well, at the moment, I would say the answer to that is unlikely to be relevant. You're at two strikes after all, Matt. Since you're watching baseball. I'm tempted to say it's not the kind of thing that a submissive boy like you really needs to worry about, but...oh..."

She paused, twirling her hair around one finger and letting her top leg swing gently, hypnotically, from right to left. Her toenails were still painted violet and her legs were bare, but something about the combination of shadows and light almost made it look like she was wearing a pair of sheer stockings. Or maybe that just tells you something about the imagination of a subjugated male.

"Oh...let's just say..." She fixed her eyes on me. "Nothing you won't like. Possibly something super sexy, to be played out on my bed over there." She nodded in that direction, and my eyes momentarily followed her gaze. Her voice became quiet, distant, almost as if she were fantasizing herself. Her swinging leg continued to have an almost hypnotic effect on me. "You might even get to see what I'm wearing under this sweater. I actually really like the bra I wore today. Without wanting to flatter myself, I think it's quite becoming. Violet, lace. Victoria's Secret, are you familiar with that brand?" She asked this while turning back to her book and appearing to scrutinize a passage.

I'd looked back towards the television, which was unfortunately on a commercial. I tried to keep the anguish out of my voice, but it was impossible. My erection felt like it was about to burst through my jeans. "I've...I've heard tell", I managed in a trembling voice.

"It would almost be a shame if you didn't get to see it", she continued dreamily, almost to herself, still reading, one long leg swinging happily from side to side.

She looked up from the book. "Or maybe, if you're very good, I'll give you another blowjob. Maybe I'll let you choose between that and seeing under my sweater."

My voice trembled along with my body at the thought of another blowjob. "One where I...where I get to...orgasm?"

She held my gaze for a second before bursting into giggles that almost caused her to drop her book. Then she shook her head slowly, cupping her face and smiling at me. "Of course not, silly."

All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut and push my head back against the couch, my hips rising up and humping the air. In body, mind and spirit, I wanted another blowjob from heaven/hell. Needed it. "Please, Miss Selena", I whispered plangently.

"Oh well. You probably want to think about something other than my bra. Three minutes left, by the way."

They were somehow both incredibly slow and incredibly long. The game returned, and I couldn't follow anything that was happening. Nevertheless, the familiar rhythms of sport brought me back from the world of erotic longing ever so briefly...until I heard Selena say, "Time's up."

I heard the clink of the chain as she stood up, and she approached me one last time with her hands behind her back. I tried thinking about the Orioles and the White Sox, mountains and deserts. Walking through a dry desert, sex the last thing on my mind.

One last time, she straddled me. I felt the weight of her body against mine, her breasts against my chest, and she kissed me softly again. But this time I was ready for it, had already catalogued it as one of the challenges I'd have to face. My legs were shaking slightly, but I told my body that there was nothing to get overly excited about. The kiss was old news.

She pulled back from the kiss and I was aware of metal and leather resting against my left thigh- the cuffs- as she took each one of my hands in hers, interlocking our fingers and guiding my wrists behind my back, her breasts again pressing against mine as she did so. My mouth was on her shoulder in this position, and I kissed it through the sweater very gently and worshipfully, hoping that wasn't against the rules. I could smell her perfume. I was getting lost in her beauty, but the simple act of kissing also seemed like a way to divert some of my body's energy and excitement.

I felt her reach for the cuffs, and then a padded cuff began to wrap around one of my wrists. I was practically holding my breath. "I'm impressed, Matt", she whispered. "It looks like you're going to get to see what's underneath my sweater after all. What's underneath my skirt. Or at least have the choice to. Are you ready to be my prisoner?"

I took a deep, shuddering breath. My whole body was shaking. Just a few more seconds, I thought.

She giggled lightly in my ear. "But a blowjob where you get to finish at the end." Slight "tsk-tsk-tsk" as she shook her head. "The very idea. You know that's not for you. Not anymore."

I groaned with superhuman effort as she shifted on top of me and I noticed her skirt ride up one of her legs, the warmth of her thigh pressing close to my groin. Not anymore? I tried to shrug off the implications. Especially because there was some small non-rational part of me that was turned on by the implications. All that mattered in this moment was staying soft. All that mattered was that, in a matter of moments, I was going to really see Selena's beautiful, amazing body. The night was going to be an odyssey of teasing beyond my wildest imagination, an odyssey that would make this seem like foreplay.

She moved to my right side, taking the wrist that was still free in hand. In this position, she was leaning to my side. I felt the cuff beginning to encircle my right wrist, and as it did so, she whispered in my ear: "Click."

...

...And threw back her head, giggling, disengaging from me at the same time.

I fell over to my side again, groaning and trying not to sob, pounding the couch once- twice- in futility. I felt my erection pressing helplessly against the cushions from inside my jeans. "I was SO close..."

From her reading chair, she smiled fondly at me, shaking her head. "SO close..."

I closed my eyes, with my now full-fledged erection pressing maddeningly hard into her couch, and remembered that, even if I were at home by myself, there'd be nothing that I could do about it. I tried to imagine the purple lace Victoria's Secret bra that I wasn't going to get to see, but somehow I couldn't conjure up even an image in my mind's eye. It was almost as if my unconscious mind had decided to show obedience towards Selena, as well. I could almost imagine her in my head, reminding me that boys who can't control their erections don't get to fantasize.

Raising my left hand, still cuffed, I said, "Miss Selena, you uh...left this attached to my wrist."

She shrugged, opening up her book again. "I think we can keep it like that for a little while. It looks good on you, Matt. And it's not like it's so different from what we were going to do, anyway. The only real difference is you're not cuffed to my bed, and I'm not straddling you in my lingerie. Not removing my bra while you watch, letting you see me in stockings, that sort of thing. But maybe you'll show better self-control next time! And"- she clapped her hands together as if just struck by the idea- "tonight, we could still watch another movie, if you want. Maybe play chess, or monopoly?"

“I hope you’re looking forward to your punishment” Andre gloated as Lando’s papaya McLaren streaked round the streets of Melbourne. “Ugh, I can’t believe I made that stupid bet” Carly said, sweat beading at her temples as she desperately willed Verstappen on. “Haha no going back now” he teased, picturing his best friend without her Red Bull top on. “Haha, one whole hour, you’re all mi-“the words died in his throat as he stared, horrified at the TV.

“And Lando Norris is pulling over to the side of the track, blue smoke trailing out the back of his car and it’s heartbreak for the young driver”

Andre’s stomach dropped, his heart jumping into his throat as he glanced over at Carly. The grin of a Cheshire Cat was written across her face, she chuckled, “One whole hour, huh? We’re going to have so much fun.” Andre pushed his straggly blonde locks out of his eyes and gawped at the TV as Norris climbed out of his car and strutted off in disgust.

“Andre, be a dear and get on your knees for me” Carly giggled. Andre stood motionless, struggling to process his drastic change of fortune. “Come on now, we both know this is what you really wanted” Andre swallowed and sunk to his knees, crawling towards Carly’s outstretched hand. “That’s my good boy” Carly purred as she ran her fingers through his curly blonde hair and bent down to kiss him on the cheek. She whispered into his ear, “Be a good sport and cheer Max home.” “Ugh, B-but Carly” he stammered “Andre” she replied sternly, intense dissaproval in her emerald eyes. “Go Max Go” Andre growled, ashamed as he heard the words come out of his mouth. “Awh, you’re such a good cheerleader, we ought to get you some Pom poms” Carly teased.

Andre bowed his head in shame, his cheeks burning as the image of him in a skimpy Red Bull Cheerleading skirt flashed through his mind. Carly and Andre had been friends a few years now and she knew well about his penchant for showing off.

“And Max Verstappen comes home to win the first Grand Prix of the year, sending the Red bull fans into a furore.”

“Woohooo!!” Carly cheered, jumping off the sofa and dancing about the living room. “A Max win and a hot slave at my feet for the next hour” she gloated “simply lovely.”

Andre shook his head as he watched Christian Horner pumping his fists in the air. His anger at the result raged against the arousal coursing through his body.

“Ok Andre, you’re going to strip for me and kneel facing the door, eyes shut as you wait for me. Am I understood?” “Yes Ma’am” he said, sinking into submission.

Andre quickly shed his clothes and crawled to the door, his toned butt swaying from side to side. “Mmmm, looking good” Carly catcalled, making Andre blush bright red as he reached the door and knelt with his arms behind his back. He tried in vain to slow his breathing as he waited.

CLICK CLACK CLICK CLACK Andre’s heart skipped as Carly walked towards him. He felt a fingernail run along his muscled shoulders, “You’re going to be my little bondage toy today boy.” Carly whispered, “now stand up and face your Mistress.” Andre obeyed, his 6’3 frame towering over Carly’s 5’2. His eyes ran down her body as he saw she’d ditched the pyjama shorts completely and was now wearing her Red Bull tee, high heeled boots and a black lace thong. He was still staring as she tossed her long, red hair over her shoulder and grabbed the sides of his face, re-directing his gaze to those piercing green eyes. “Put your hands in those cuffs and try to keep your drool from hitting the floor Andre.” Andre obeyed as she released her grip, threading his wrists through the soft cuffs attached to the jambs at the top of the door. “Don’t you look a pretty picture” Carly said, taking in his thickly muscled arms and chiseled six pack, bands of muscle pointing directly down to his smooth, hard dick. “Thank you Ma’am” he blushed.

Carly stepped into Andre and kissed him, his mouth parting for her tongue as she pushed into him. He strained against the door, trying to lean in further, desperate for her embrace. He was so focused on her velvety red lips he didn’t hear the drawer opening to his right. She pulled back and he tried to follow, only to find a bright red ball gag being shoved into his mouth and buckled up tightly. Andre’s eyes shot open as he tried to protest but soon a soft, black blindfold was slipped over his eyes.

“I’m sorry Andre, but I don’t want you to see my masterpiece before it’s time, now be a good boy and hold still.” Andre was shocked to feel the tip of a sharpie gliding across his skin, writing on his chest. “Just making you look extra special” Carly said soothingly as she continued to work on his torso.

Andre’s protests were quickly muffled by the gag, so he gave in to the sensations of the leather against his wrists, the cool morning air on his chest and the dancing of the marker pen.

“Ouch” Andre yelped into the gag as a pair of silver clamps joined with a chain were tightened onto his nipples. “Come on Andre, surely you knew you’d be getting some jewelry” Carly said as she sank to her knees and rolled a red thong up his legs, giving his hard dick a tug as she worked his package into the snug lace.

“You’re gonna love this” Carly said as she removed Andre’s blindfold. He blinked the bright lights out of his eyes and came face to face with a mirror, showing black writing covering his naked body. In big bold letters, RED BULL was branded across his chest, “Max’s no.1 fan” affixed to his stomach and “gives you wings” following the bend of the nipple clamp chain. “Mmmmfffpppgg mmmmfff” he wailed in vain, writhing against the restraints. His face going beet red as he desperately tried to escape. “Now the whole world is gonna know how much you love Red Bull” Carly announced, brandishing a camera phone. “Now be a good boy and smile for me” Andre fought and twisted to no avail as Carly took shots from every angle. “Everyone on insta is gonna love this” she giggled, “Noooo!” Andre yelled, finally successful in spitting out the gag. “You can’t upload those” “Don’t worry, I’m only joking silly.”

Relief flooded Andre’s body, the humiliation of being exposed as a Verstappen fan boy was more than he could take. “I’ve just sent them to Max and Christian” Carly said, an evil smile across her face. “But I’m sure they’ll never even see them.” As she finished her sentence, the phone pinged and Carly’s eyes lit up

The moment his hands gripped my thighs, I knew he was in for the ride of his life. My muscles tensed under his touch, and I could feel the tension in his fingers as he tried to steady himself. He was nervous, but that only made this more exciting. I leaned down, brushing my lips against his ear, and whispered, "You ready for this?"

He nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. I couldn't help but smile. This nerdy guy had no idea what he was getting into. I straightened up, positioning myself over his body, my thighs straddling his waist. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath was almost hypnotic. He was so tiny compared to me, so vulnerable. It turned me on more than I cared to admit.

"Hold on tight," I commanded, my voice dripping with authority. "I'm about to lift you."

His grip tightened on my legs, and I could see the hesitation in his eyes. But there was no backing out now. I shifted my weight, using my core strength to hoist him upward. His feet left the ground, and for a second, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. But then, he relaxed into it, trusting me completely.

I adjusted him so that his back was pressed against my chest, my arms wrapped around his torso. From this angle, I could see the disbelief and awe on his face. He was in my domain now, completely at my mercy. And I reveled in it.

"Alright," I murmured, guiding him towards the bed. "Time to try something new."

I set him down gently, positioning him on his back. He looked up at me, his eyes questioning. I smiled, my hand moving to stroke his cheek. "Don't worry," I reassured him. "Just let me take control."

I climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips once more. But this time, I flipped him over so that he was lying flat on his stomach. His body stiffened beneath me, but I didn't let that deter me. I wanted him to understand that this was my game, and he was merely a player in it.

Using my strength, I lifted him again, this time turning him so that he was facing upward. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was just us, and the intense connection we shared.

"Look at you," I teased, my voice low and husky. "So small and helpless."

A blush spread across his cheeks, but I could tell he was excited. He liked being at my mercy, enjoyed the thrill of not knowing what I would do next. I shifted my position, bringing him closer to the edge of the bed. His legs dangled awkwardly, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the look of pure pleasure on his face.

I leaned down, kissing him deeply. His lips were soft against mine, and I could taste the sweet anticipation radiating off him. I pulled away, trailing kisses down his neck, my hands roaming over his body. His skin was smooth, and I could feel his heart pounding beneath my fingertips.

"Do you trust me?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he whispered.

I grinned, my confidence growing. "Good," I said, lifting him slightly. "Because I'm going to show you something you've never experienced before."

I positioned him so that his back was flush against the mattress, his legs spread wide. I hovered above him, my body casting a shadow over his small frame. His eyes trailed up to meet mine, and I could see the mixture of fear and excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

"Ready?" I asked, my voice a seductive purr.

He nodded, his hands trembling as they reached out to grasp my hips. I took that as my cue. With a controlled motion, I lowered myself onto him, feeling him fill me completely. His gasp echoed in the room, and I savored the sensation. This was how it was meant to be—me in control, him submitting to my every whim.

I began to move, slowly at first, letting him adjust to the feeling. His hands clutched at my hips, trying to steady himself, but I knew he wouldn't last long. I increased the pace, my hips slamming into his with force. His moans grew louder, and I could feel his body tensing in preparation for release.

"That's it," I murmured, leaning down to kiss him again. "Let go for me."

His orgasm hit hard, his body convulsing beneath mine. I continued to move, milking him for all he was worth. When he finally went limp, a satisfied grin spread across my face. I had done that. I had taken control, and he had loved every second of it.

I eased off him, watching as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at me with a mix of admiration and exhaustion. I brushed a strand of hair from his face, my thumb stroking his cheek.

"You did good," I whispered, my voice softer than before. "Now, how about we try something different?"

He nodded, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. I helped him roll over, positioning him on his back once more. This time, I moved to sit between his legs, my hands resting on his thighs.

"Reverse missionary," I explained, seeing the blank look on his face. "You'll enjoy this, I promise."

With that, I positioned myself over him, my knees on either side of his head. I could see the confusion in his eyes, but I ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand. I lowered myself onto him, feeling him penetrate me from a new angle. The sensation was intense, and I couldn't help but moan at the contact.

"Oh God," I breathed, moving my hips in slow, deliberate circles. "This feels amazing."

His hands found their way to my hips, gripping them tightly as he tried to match my rhythm. I leaned forward, bracing myself on his knees, and increased the pace. The angle allowed for deeper thrusts, and I could feel his length hitting places it hadn't before.

"Fuck," I groaned, my voice strained with effort. "You feel so good, baby."

His grip tightened even more, and I knew he was close. I reached down, wrapping my hand around his shaft, and began to stroke him in time with my movements. His breath hitched, and I could see the strain in his eyes.

"Come on," I urged, my voice a sultry whisper. "Let go for me."

His orgasm hit hard, his body arching off the bed as he spilled inside me. I rode out the waves of pleasure, my own release building with each passing second. When it finally hit, I collapsed onto his chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

We lay there in silence for a moment, the only sound our combined breathing. Then, I lifted my head, looking down at him with a sly smile.

"What's next?" I asked, my voice playful. "More fun, or should we take a break?"

As I positioned him on the bed, my muscles rippling with each movement, I could see the mix of fear and excitement in his eyes. His glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and he pushed them back up with a trembling hand. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Absolutely," I replied, my tone confident and reassuring. "Trust me."

I straddled him in the reverse missionary position, my strong thighs flexing as I adjusted my weight. His smaller frame felt almost delicate beneath me, but I knew what I was doing. My hands gripped his hips firmly, and I began to lift him slightly off the bed, my core tightening with the effort. He gasped, his hands instinctively reaching for my shoulders for support.

"You're so light," I teased, grinning down at him. "This is going to be fun."

With one swift motion, I lifted him higher, bringing his face level with mine. His eyes widened in surprise, and I could see the mixture of awe and nervousness in his expression. I leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that matched my body's need.

As our kiss broke, I shifted my grip, lifting him even higher. His legs wrapped around my waist, his small frame resting against my chest as I held him effortlessly. "Ready?" I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.

He nodded, his nerves momentarily forgotten as he surrendered to the thrill of being completely in my control. I began to move, lowering him onto my throbbing cock with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of us, my muscles straining with the effort of lifting and penetrating him simultaneously.

His moans filled the room, a symphony of passion and submission. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, fast and frantic, matching the tempo of our coupling. "Fuck, you're incredible," he panted, his words spurring me on.

I increased the pace, lifting him higher and faster, my strength evident in every motion. The headboard banged against the wall with each thrust, the sound echoing our primal rhythm. I could feel his orgasm approaching, his body tensing in anticipation.

"Come on my face," I commanded, my voice firm and authoritative. "I want to feel it."

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. "Do it," I urged, my tone leaving no room for doubt.

With a final, powerful lift, I brought his face to mine, positioning him just right. His release came quickly, a torrent of cum splattering across my cheek and lips. I tasted him, savoring the salty essence, as he slumped against me, spent and satisfied.

"Your turn," he murmured, his voice weak with exhaustion.

Inspired by his surrender, I quickened my pace, my orgasm building rapidly. With one last, desperate thrust, I came, my climax shaking me to the core. As I lowered him gently back onto the bed, I collapsed beside him, our breaths mingling in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy.

Finale – The Doorbell

Reed pulled into the driveway, barely even focusing on driving. He was rock hard in his pants, anticipating the evening’s activities. Tonight was the night, the night he would finally get to cum, the night he was tasked with breeding Faith, the night he had been waiting for. He got out of the car quickly, nearly forgetting the bottle of red wine that he had been told to bring. He rushed through the cool air of the evening, it was past dark and got to the front door. On the front door was a note, similar to the one that Faith had received.

REED,

1.     Strip

2.     Ring doorbell

3.     Look but don’t touch

4.     Accept offering

“Wait, strip and then enter?” He glanced around nervously, thankful that there were no neighbors within eyeshot. He quickly lost his pants, shirt and boxers, leaving him exposed totally to the elements. With that, he rang the doorbell.

A few moments passed, each one an agony, both because of how badly he needed to cum, and how he was totally exposed outside, somehow that made it feel even naughtier.

“Come in!” Janes voice ringed from inside, and so Reed entered the house, dumbstruck by what he found. In front of him was Faith, their first time meeting in person in years. She was completely naked, kneeling in front of him. She had a ring gag in her mouth and was blindfolded. He stepped in, his cock a mere few inches from her mouth. The third command from the note was the hardest command that he had ever been given. He wanted nothing more than to plunge into her mouth and put his much pent-up load into her. He could tell she wanted it too, she had left a wet spot on the floor, and was eager, even if she couldn’t see who it was. It took everything in his willpower to take his eyes off her and see the plate that had been left for him, the final command.

On the plate were 4 objects. A metal cock ring, a small blue pill, and a small plug with some lube. With all of Jane’s commands that she had given him through the past few weeks, he knew how to use all of them. He lubed up the plug, and inserted it, with a grunt it went in. The cock ring was a different story. Being already hard, it was difficult to put it on, especially having Faith next to him, looking the way, she did. Eventually he got it on, and it pronounced his cock even more. His veins were a deep purple, and to say he was sensitive was an understatement. One or two good pumps and that would be it.

Just as he was taking the pill, Jane walked into the foyer where he and Faith were. She was wearing a pair of black garters and panties, and a top that simply covered the area around her breasts. Her heels clicked down the hall as she eyed up Reed and Faith. Cocking her eyebrow and saying nothing, she attached a leash to the cock ring. And lead him to the couch in the living room.

“Sit” She commanded, throwing him down onto the couch. He landed on his back, and she dropped the leash. He was breathless at how turned on he was, and she clicked down the hall again to get Faith. She brought her over and got her to kneel just overtop of Reeds face. She took a hold of the leash again, and uncovered Faiths eyes, and when she saw what was happening, her eyes went wide.

“If this is happening, it’s happening on my terms.” Jane commanded, tugging on Reed’s leash, making his cock bounce and throb. “Tonight, we are breeding Faith, Reed, the pill you took will keep you hard and going for a long time. The goal is to have you cum as much as possible into her. But first, we need to make you both as excited as possible.”

She smiled and tugged a few more times. Reed was more animal than man at this point, wanting nothing more than to cum, especially with Faith’s pussy hanging mere inches from his face. He could see how wet she was, and it only served to make him harder.

“Before we get to the main course, we must first appreciate an appetizer.” Jane took the bottle of wine that Reed had and uncorked it. She took a deep sniff, and sighed, making both Faith and Reed wait and wait before any action happened. Then, she poured a small stream down Faith’s collarbone, past her breasts, down her tummy, and down to her clit, dripping from there to Reed’s mouth.

“Open wide” she smirked, pushing Faith down onto Reed’s face, marking the beginning of a long, and awaited night.

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Jane was impressed by 2 things in that moment. The first was how quickly Reed made Faith cum by eating her out, though she had been denied for over a month. The second, was that Reed had not yet cum, due to all this stimulation, she was impressed, this would be a good evening. Every time she tugged on the leash he groaned, and with how purple and engorged his cock was, she could tell the first time or two wouldn’t take long.

She poured more wine down Faith and onto Reed, Faith was just about to cum for the second time and was getting quite loud. She rocked her hips over Reed’s face, making a huge mess, not that he cared.

“Time for the main course I think” Jane pulled Faith off of Reed, and didn’t allow her to touch his cock, even though she tried. She directed Faith as she pulled Reed by the leash up to the bedroom, where she had a swing set up. She put Faith into it, legs spread wide and inviting. She traced her finger over Faith clit, making her shudder, and set Reed up in front.

“Are you ready?” Jane smirked, getting behind Faith. Reed was ready to enter Faith, finally, but Jane stopped him. “You can only go as fast as I pull you” Jane pulled on his leash, and it pulled him forward, just to Faith’s willing hole. She gave him a few false starts, and then the one. She pulled him all the way into Faith. This was the moment they had all been waiting for, Faith threw back her head and moaned loud, Reed grunted and tried with all his might not to cum on the first stroke. Jane let go, and pulled him back, agonizingly slowly. His cock was glistening with both Faiths juices, and with his own precum. She kissed faith on the neck and ear, breathing hard herself.

“Are you ready little duck?” Faith nodded her head, looking at Reed and Jane lustfully, simply wanting more. Jane could tell that Reed was right on the edge, and sealed the deal, and the contract with one final pull.

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Faith had never felt more in love with Jane than she did as she felt Reed spill his seed into her. He had an iron grip on her hips and pulled himself as deep into her as he could. She could feel his spurts, as he filled her up with more cum then she had ever felt before. As he finished, he slipped out, and a geyser of cum followed, dripping all over the floor. At this time, Faith had cum a couple of times, but Reed only once, she decided to make it up to him.

Jane took her out of the swing, and set her on the bed, legs spread wide. Reed joined her, and even though he had just cum, whether it was from how much he had left, or the pill, he was already ready to go. Faith saw Jane watching as Reed entered her again, his plug making light dance onto the walls as he thrusted. Faith moaned as he continued, pushing his previous load out as he prepared to load her up again. Before long, she felt him spurt into her again, causing her to cum as well.

Jane flipped her onto all fours and motioned for Reed to continue. Faith watched her as she went in front of Faith and took off her panties.

“Reed can’t have all the fun” she motioned for her to begin eating, “come show me how much you love me.” Faith went deep and fast, it was hard to eat Jane out while she was being pounded by Reed, but eat she did, until all three of them were covered in cum, and sweat.

“Have fun sweetlings?” Jane asked, as the 3 cuddled in bed together – knowing they should get up and clean themselves off, but too utterly exhausted to make it happen.

All that came from Reed was a grunt, he had been a trooper, came more times than either could count, enough that he was firing blanks, even though he was still hard. Faith cuddled into both of them deeper as Jane asked the question. Jane looked into her quickly closing eyes;

“I love you Duck.”

“I Love you too Goose.”

End

The door behind and to Edith’s right slowly opened. Standing in the door way was the most beautiful woman either of them had ever seen. Mistress Marie was perfect in every way possible, the epitome of female elegance . The Yves Saint Laurent evening gown shimmered in the dim light and with the strong lights behind her created the perfect Goddess silhouette . Daisy recognised the iconic style and gracefulness in every line having worked in the fashion industry . The dress was frightening figure hugging and left neither of them in any doubt that this Woman ruled. Mistress Marie raised her left hand and rested her long beautiful arm against the door frame drinking in the vision before her. She smiled warmly and chuckled as she raised one perfect eyebrow.

“Well, what have we here ? Miss Edith you have clearly out done yourself my dear. Doesn’t Daisy look simply devine ? What once was our young debtor has now been transformed into my perfect slutty house maid. Edith you are without doubt a marvel. If Daisy serves as well as she looks she will do us all proud.”

Daisy was about to say something but Miss Edith predicted this need to try and speak and so effortlessly kicked Daisy gently in her swollen sack which rendered her speechless. Edith then whispered in Daisy’s ear that she must always wait to be invited to speak. Daisy’s mind was racing and her need to escape at its all time high. But she remain locked and restrained at the mercy of these two beautiful women.

Mistress Marie hid her smiles as Edith really was a strict disciplinarian.

“I’m sure young Daisy here will be eager to learn to serve us all beautifully in no time. And if she doesn’t perform her duties to perfection then Mistress you could always consider giving her away this Christmas as a present. “

“What a wonderful idea Edith as I’m sure that Daisy would strive even more so to please us if she knew that we might sell her to an even more cruel Master or Mistress if she fails to do so . Perhaps Edith I might gift Daisy to you this Christmas Eve as she would look lovely hanging in your stocking or tide to the foot of your bed?”

Both women laughed as they loved to tease on every level. Mistress Marie stepped from the door way and advanced towards Daisy. She walked like a model upon the catwalk as if she knew well the gaze of others. She understood the effect she had on both men and women. But the effect she had on Daisy was unique as Daisy was trying frantically to understand and evaluate her present circumstance. Mistress Marie could see a myriad of emotions flashing across Daisy’s face. She saw first confusion then apprehension . She saw anger and then fear take hold as Daisy understood that these women meant what they said. She saw frustration and desire in Daisy’s eyes and in Daisy’s cock as it fought the chain mail cock cage as she came close and closer. When Mistress Marie was close enough she met Daisy’s wide eyed gaze. Daisy naturally looked down both shy and intimidated.

“Listen to Mistress carefully. You now belong to me and more importantly to anyone I gift you to. This ownership is total and beyond protestations. I will train you to please me in whatever whim I have. If you please me you will be reward and treated as a much beloved pet. “ With these words Mistress gently caressed Daisy’s cock teasing it with short firm strokes. “My my Daisy, your clitty is an eager beast my dear girl. If you are a very good slut I might permit you to be allowed to cum for my pleasure of course one day in the future” .

Mistress Marie then changed tack and gripped Daisy swollen balls and squeezed hard. She also pulled Daisy’s balls upwards causing her to moan in much discomfort .

“But Daisy be in no doubt if you displease Mistress in any way shape or form you will be disciplined severely. I have found that training a slut with both carrot and stick brings the greatest rewards both for Mistress and her subs. “

Mistress Marie then spoke even softer in Daisy’s ear. “ I shall also discipline you and cause you great pain not as a form of punishment but simply for my pleasure. As a Mistress whom likes to inflict pain for my amusement I will always inform you why you are being treated in such a way. I never want my submissive’s to be confused as to why. “

“Now back to the present Daisy. As I’m sure Edith has explained to you that your new name is Daisy. Your old life has finished and you will never return to it. I hope since this is a fact that you will before too long be happier with your new life than you ever were with the old one. Mistress will love owning you so completely and in way of payment you will love her without distraction. If you become my complete and utter slut I promise to always endeavour to make sure you are treated properly. That said Daisy you are now my property and will be treated accordingly. If I wish to mark your body permanently or semi permanently I shall simply do so. Be assured there is no escape . As for this evening- you may find things hard to swallow but I have faith in you Daisy and so want to be proud of you. Believe Mistress, if you simply let go and give yourself over to me W/we shall both be happy. Simply free yourself of what you think you know. Trust that Mistress knows best. Trust that I shall take you to places that you have always dreamed of but been too scared to go. Mistress is not scared and I shall take you there kicking and screaming or happily at my feet where you Daisy belong. “

Mistress Marie stepped back to look at Edith’s creation. “I see you’ve been waxed nicely. Get used to that! I can see that Edith has chosen my favourite lip gloss, you should be proud to be so presented to my friends tonight in such a way. They are going to just love you my dear” she said with a dry smile. “ Oh dear me” cried Mistress Marie in mock surprise “ Your lips look so dry. You must be thirsty my dear girl. Would you like a little drink?” Daisy nodded “Edith be a darling and fetch Daisy a protein drink as she will need to keep her strength up tonight. “

Edith smiled and slipped through the door that Mistress Marie had entered by. Whilst Edith was absent Mistress Marie refastened Daisy’s eye patches with a firm click of the poopers. “ Now Daisy as this is your first night in my service Mistress wants you to be docile and very biddable. Without your vision you will not be so nervous. Please don’t worry just have faith in your Mistress. I do this when boxing my horses and it never fails. It will calm your nerves and make you dependent upon your Mistress. “

Edith returned with a naked submissive who had clearly been chosen for the great size and length of his penis. His balls looked full and Edith was quite pleased with this sub as he was so eager to please her. He knelt at Edith’s feet and waited head down. Mistress Marie loosened the restraints upon Daisy’s legs and instructed her to kneel down. Once Daisy was in position she was hobbled upon her knees so that she could no longer stand.

Daisy rocked a little not sure what was going to happen next. Daisy could not see the naked young male at Edith’s side but Mistress Marie was most excited to teach Daisy an important lesson.

“ Now Daisy , in a moment Miss Edith will feed you. Try not to spill a drop- there’s a good girl. We are all hoping that you will learn to love this sissy cocktail as you will find it a great joy and constantly source of protein. ‘

“ Edith if you would do the honours”

Edith snapped her fingers and the young man crouched in front of Daisy hands behind his back. His huge cock had sprung to life and towered above Daisy open mouth. As Daisy’s mouth was wired open it was an open and shut case thought Mistress Marie. “Stick out your slutty tongue Daisy “ said Edith.

Edith began to stroke the massive thick cock now in her hand. The veins protruded beautifully along its entire length.As Edith begin to stretch the huge phallus gently back and forth it rewarded her efforts by grew in length and size. The great cock quivered with delight and the first drops of pre-cum dripped onto Daisy’s out stretched tongue. Daisy felt the hot drops as they fell upon her tongue and pulled them greedily back within her mouth tasting the salty goodness. Daisy guessed at once what was happening and could not believe that she was so excited.She put out her tongue eagerly waiting for the next drops to come. She did not have to wait long. Both Edith and Marie smiled knowingly at each other by Daisy’s natural eagerness . Daisy was born to be their submissive play thing. Edith now began to stroke the young boys cock more vigourously and to her delight it grew further the head dripping with even more precum. Daisy as if guessing Edith’s excitement stuck out her tongue even further and moaned as if to say, please give me some more Mistress .The young man desperately looked towards mistress Edith pleading with his eyes that he might be allowed to ejaculate. Edith guided the throbbing head of his penis deep into Daisy’s mouth and nodded her approval. With a deep groan a torrent of cum fill Daisy’s mouth as the young man’s penis exploded pumping load after load after load onto his waiting tongue filling his mouth completely. Daisy gagged and could not believe what was happening to her. Was this really happening or was it a dream? Daisy gagged as the cock hit the back of her throat, forcing its way further passed his tonsils and down and down causing Daisy to panic and choke even more. It seemed to be never ending but with several large spasms the cock was removed and Daisy was left gasping and most confused by the mixed emotions racing through her mind. Daisy thought she might pass out but caught her breath and waited in stunned silence.

“What does a good slut say Daisy when she’s been hand fed by Mistress?”

Thank you Mistress was what Daisy would have said but it sounded more like “ThannqueewMissstreef” Daisy put her head down and waited patiently.

“Good girl , good girl Daisy I thought you would show promise and you do. There will be lots more cock for you tonight I promise.”

Edith patted Daisy on the head and the door bell rang upstairs …..

To be continued. 🖋️🪶

Note: Hey guys! I just wanted to share my story about my first femdom experience which led to my fetishes I have today :) Everything is 100% true, I remember this night very vividly! This story happened during my freshman year of college. At the time, I’ve had very little experience with my bdsm desires. I didn’t really know specially what I was into, just the broad idea of being dominated by a woman. The most I had experienced at the time was being handcuffed. Boy was I in for a ride.

It was rush week, me and this girl have been getting along the whole time at this party. She is gorgeous, some sort of Mexican, Asian, and White mix. She is short, about 5’2, long brown hair, with the most perfect soccer legs. We’re in one of the brother’s rooms making out. Our hands feeling all up and down each other, as the door gets kicked down and we get yelled at and kicked out. We’re laughing as we’re walking on frat row. She asks if I wanted to go back to her dorm, as her roommates are all out partying. Of course I say yes with no hesitation.

As we’re walking, we’re talking about the usual things, where we’re from, our hobbies, etc. The whole time I’m thinking about her dominating me. The thought of being in her control practically made me hard right on that walk. We get back to her place and we resume what we started at the party. After about 5 minutes of making out, I decided to risk it. I thought to myself, “why not tell her? You’re at college you’ll probably never see her again.” So I shyly told her I’m into being dominated.

She looked at me for a second, then smiled and said “are you sure you could handle me in control of you?” My heart now racing with excitement.

“Of course I can!” I responded, smiling back at her.

She gets up and goes to her closet and takes out a huge roll of saran wrap. I’m a little confused, and ask “what’s that for?”

She giggles, “you don’t know what you’re in for. Are you sure you want to give up control to me?” A naughty smile fills her face.

“Yes I’m sure!” I respond, eager to fulfill my submissive dreams.

She comes up to me, grabs my balls, squeezing them, “say it then! Say, ‘goddess, I give you full control of me!’”

I say quickly, “Goddess, I give you full control of me!” My balls in pain within her grasp, my cock jumps with excitement.

She squeezes harder, looking at me dead in the eye, “Say ‘my cock and balls belong to you Goddess, and you can do whatever you please!’”

I twitch at her firm grasp, my balls aching with pain, but my cock standing straight up. “My cock and balls belong to you Goddess!” I shout.

She squeezes even harder, making me whimper, my legs trying to close in defense. “You forgot to say ‘and you can do whatever you please!’ Now say it again!” she commands, forcing my legs apart, not once breaking eye contact with me.

I yelp, “My cock and balls belong to you Goddess, and you can do whatever you please!”

She lets go of my balls, and tells me to take off all my clothes. As I am stripping, she pulls out a foldable exercise bench from her closet. She tells me to lay down on it, so I do. She begins to wrap me to the bench, starting from my chest, down to my ankles. My cock harder than ever, already leaking precum. I’ve never been restrained in such a way before, and never to this extent. I’m wrapped like a cocoon, unable to move, only able to slightly lift my head and wiggle my toes. She cuts holes out for my nipples and for my cock and balls. After she’s finished, she took a step back and admired what she did to me. She stands there smiling, giggling to her self. Her soft side comes out for the last time, “Before I get started, I’m going to explain one thing first. I won’t do anything to you that would cause permanent damage, so no matter how much you beg or cry to me, I’m going to do whatever I want, ok?”

Obviously I agree with her, I shake my head yes, my cock already harder than ever. I’m a little nervous, but mostly excited. I’m thinking, what could she possibly do that would make me actually want her to stop? Laughing to myself at that thought, I was just excited to cum while being restrained. She then switches back to her dominant personality, “Now my slave, let’s get these pathetic balls tied up, and this foreskin out of the way!” She takes a string, pulls my foreskin back as she ties my balls up. My foreskin tied back, my tip fully exposed, hard and dripping a full puddle of precum now. Slave? I’ve never been called that before, but it made me extremely turned on.

She begins to take off all her clothes, I’m hypnotized by her beauty. As she takes off her shirt, I see a stubble in her armpits. I’ve never thought of being attracted to armpits or body hair, but hers oddly looked great. She strips everything off except for her black thong. She walks over to me and stands over my face, facing my head. Her legs on each side of my head, I’m directly under her pussy as she looks at me under her. I admire her body above me, noticing a stubble around her pussy just like her armpits, but a little longer. For some reason that made me even more turned on.

“Oops, see those stains on my panties? That’s because I haven’t showered since yesterday morning,” she giggles, “my ass and my pussy must stink real bad, maybe I should wash up.” She steps beside me and crouches down to my level, “do you want me to wash up real quick?”

“Sure, that would be great!” I respond innocently, admiring her small perky boobs so close to my face. She then lifts her arm, and shoves her armpit onto my face. Her stubble pokes my face, her musky sweaty scent fills my nostrils. I try to turn my head away but her armpit is locked on my nose. My shoulders attempting to turn, my legs jerking, toes wiggling. I can’t move an inch.

“Awww look at you try to get away! You thought I was going to shower for you?!You’re going to inhale my sweaty pits and you’re going to love it!” She laughs, my cock throbs. The smell of her armpit is making my cock harder? I was a little confused, how could a sweaty, smelly armpit make me hard?

She finally lifts her arm as I gasp for fresh air. That doesn’t last long, as she switches armpits, smothering me once again. “Lick it clean slave!”

I didn’t really want to, I didn’t want sweat in my mouth. I shook my head and muffled “no thanks” under her armpit. Big mistake. She begins to repeatedly slap my balls, alternating the strength of her slaps and pattern. I jolt under the saran wrap.

“Lick them clean if you want me to stop!” She commands.

I start licking quick. My tongue passing over each tiny hair of her stubble, a salty taste invading my mouth. I’m whimpering as she continues to slap my balls, asking her desperately as I lick, “is this good enough goddess? Please stop it hurts!” She just laughs at me, my cock throbbing, more precum leaking out. Finally she stops, lifting her armpit off my face.

I take deep breaths of relief, as she then stands over my face once again, facing my cock this time. She slowly lowers her pussy towards my face. An intense, musky, funky scent coming off of her pussy. I try to turn my head away, but she grabs my face holding me still. She stops an inch from my nose, “you like that slave? Smell my stench! You don’t deserve a clean pussy!”

I try to breathe through my mouth, but she covers it with her hand and laughs. I am almost gagging, the smell was stronger than anything I’ve ever smelled before. But strangely, my cock did not go soft, it kept leaking even more. I was overwhelmed, the smell too much for me to handle, I beg her to stand up. She ignored me, and sat down on my face, her pubes poking through her panties. Now that I think back at it, she was a master at face sitting. She sat down with just enough pressure to allow me to breathe, but it was like using her filthy panties as a filter, I was strictly breathing the stench of her unwashed pussy through her panties. I had to take deep breaths just to get enough oxygen to stay conscious as her weight prevented me from breathing freely. Each breath I took filled my nose with more and more of her funky stench. I was trapped.

As I am suffering beneath her, she opens a bottle of what I assumed to be lube, all I could see was her magnificent ass hole above my eyes. She starts to furiously overstimulate the tip of my dick. She palms it, strokes it, pumps it, alternating between a bunch of techniques, but only sticking to the head of my cock, never going to my shaft. This makes me squirm around like crazy. I’ve never felt anything like this before. My tip was sensitive to begin with. During a normal handjob, a simple hand passing over my tip makes me jump. This is that feeling, but one thousand times more intense, I’m pathetically whimpering into her pussy. Each swirl around my tip making me take an even deeper breath of her pussy. I was choking on her stench, while writhing uncontrollably from her hands on my tip.

She continues this, ignoring my cries and whimpers, laughing at me shaking. She is unrelenting, attacking my tip while laughing at my cries. The feeling almost too intense to cum. I continue to thrash around, just wanting to cum and be done, I just cant. It is so intense all I could do was helpless beg and cry under her pussy.

After about 30 minutes, I can finally feel I am about to cum, but she can feel it too. Remember the holes she cut out of the saran wrap for my nipples? Well, right as I can feel the bliss of release, my cum creeping up my urethra, she lets go of my cock and rubs both my nipples with one finger each. My cock twitches in the air for a moment, then cum dribbles out, my hips buck against the wrap, but it doesn’t feel satisfying.

“Awwww look at your pathetic cock twitching around like that, miserably dribbling cum out.” She stands up and looks at me, still straddling my face. I am gasping for fresh air. “What’s wrong? That didn’t feel that good did it?”

I shake my head no in utter disbelief, “I don’t know! I came, but I still feel like I need to cum!” I say, desperately trying to inhale as much fresh air as possible, my cock is still jumping around.

“That’s because I just ruined your orgasm! And I’m going to keep ruining it until I’m satisfied!” I’m confused, I don’t know what that is. I only know that my cock came, but it didn’t feel like I came at all. In fact, I need to cum even more than before.

“Please stroke my cock normally! I can’t handle it anymore! I just want to cum! Please!” I beg, but it’s no use.

She laughs, sits back on my face and rubs my nipples. My nose filled with her funk again, my cock twitching around from this nipple sensation. I’ve also never felt this before, no one has ever touched my nipples. It made me the hardest I’ve ever felt in my life. She continued rubbing my nipples until my hips were bucking like crazy the little they could under the saran wrap. My moans growing louder and louder under her.

“Look at your little thrusts, your pathetic tip begging me to touch it. That’s what you want right?” she says.

I try to say no but it’s muffled under her. She then began to obliterate my cock head once again, making me squirm helplessly. This time it doesn’t take as long before I am on the edge again, but she lets go and slaps my balls as she ruins me again. I scream with frustration into her pussy, she laughs at me. She then proceeds to ignore my cock. Instead, she torments me in another unique way. She slaps my balls until I cry loud enough, then switches to rubbing my nipples until enough precum flows out, and repeats. My mind is basically mush at this point, entirely overwhelmed with pain, pleasure, and desperation. My cock dancing around, precum dribbling out like a fountain. Me, whimpering like a baby into her pussy.

She stops for a moment. Before I could catch my breath she grips my cock once more and continues to torture my tip. I squirm and squirm until I reach the edge. Can you guess? She lets go of my cock, this time lifting off my face looking at me and laughing at my face. My cock head the most sensitive it’s ever been, or so I think. She plops back down on my face, her stench still as strong as ever. She goes right back to torturing my cock head. As I reach the edge, I dread the thought of her ruining me again, I desperately needed to cum. But this time, I felt the sweet bliss of release. My whole body convulsed, as I howled into her pussy. The little cum I had left after all those ruins shooting out while she laughs. My entire body relaxes going limp, including my cock.

“Good boy” she says, as she stands up and wipes some of the cum off her hand. I am recovering my breath, and close my eyes, exhausted. I hear her moving, and see her taking off her panties, “awww, that was intense huh? You think I’m done with you don’t you?” She giggles.

My heart drops, she’s not done with me? How? I came? Cumming is the universal sign of being done, right? I beg and plead with her to let me go, but she ignores me, her panties now on the floor. Her stunning pussy now out, her beautiful pussy lips surrounded by some slight hair, but the hair almost made it even sexier. She states, “now, you are going to lick my ass and pussy clean. Once you’ve cleaned me fully, I will let you go.”

Without giving me time to protest, she sits back down, her pubes poking all over my face. She picks my soft cock back up and gets right back to palming my tip. My body convulses as I scream and cry and beg for mercy, but all she tells me is to clean her if I want to be let go. I desperately lick away, my tongue passes over her stinky pussy folds and her poking pubes. A salty, funky, foul task fills my mouth. My body shaking uncontrollably as her hands work on my tip. My licking is unstable, as I can’t help but scream from her merciless hands on my defeated cock. My mind broken, I’m desperately waiting for this to end.

She palms my soft cock for about 20 minutes before she angrily said, “hmmmm it seems like this isn’t working anymore, your cock is broken.” She rises from my face, I frantically swallow, trying to get the foul taste out of my mouth. She returns with a huge vibrator with a silicone sleeve attached on it, which I now know is a hitachi.

“I need more cum, and you will give it to me one more time no matter what it takes!” She shouts, plugging the vibrator in the wall.

“Please let me go! I’m done, I can’t cum anymore. I have no more! Please!” I desperately beg. As you could except she ignores me, lubing up the sleeve and slipping my limp cock in it.

“Keep cleaning my pussy slave! Or else I will milk you for even more cum!” She sits back down on my face, the stench never lessens, the foul tastes returns to my mouth. She turns the vibrator on, my soft cock not big enough to fill the sleeve yet, it’s just flopping around against the walls of the sleeve. Her pubes poke my face as I try to lick as fast as I can without gagging. I’ve never felt a vibrator on my cock before, let alone with a silicone sleeve. I can feel the vibrations making my cock slowly rise, filling the sleeve. As my cock fills the sleeve, the sleeve wraps around my shaft, gripping it tightly. My tip begins to shake from the vibrations making me writhe and whimper into her stinky pussy. The sleeve is open ended, so it is around my shaft leaving my tip exposed. My tip now fully hard, she starts to palm it again. This mixture of vibrations and her hand sends me into a frenzy. I scream, cry, yelp, holler, every word in the book. My body involuntarily convulsing, trying to break out, trying anything to get away from her unrelenting hand.

I suffered for a painstakingly long 45 tortuous minutes before I reached the edge again. My hips pressed against the wrap, arms tense, head thrusting forward into her pussy, she stops. She turns the vibrator off, lets go, and repeatedly slaps my balls. Before I could even process the pain, she turns it back on and palms again. I whimper and cry, still trying to lick her clean as I am afraid of what would happen if I stop.

Vibrator on. Palm swirling my tip. I squirm helplessly. I reach the edge. She stops. My balls are slapped. Repeat.

I am now fully crying beneath her, tears running down my cheeks. My body spasms out of control, my tip feels like it is going to be rubbed raw. After about 10-15 times of that process, I can’t remember, she finally allows me to cum. It hurts so good, I feel my cock pulsating, nothing but a drop of cum dribbles out of my cock. She is laughing hysterically. She grinds on my face for a second before getting up, making sure her stench covers my face. I am gasping for air, my body completely drained. My cock twitching around in utter despair. She leans down and kisses me, “your face stinks,” she says and continues to laugh hysterically.

From here I don’t really remember what happened, as I was in such a daze. I had so many mixed emotions, I was drained and just wanted to go to sleep. I never did see that girl again, at the time that experience kind of scared me. Months later I regretted never getting her info, I reminisced about it every day. Because of her, I now have a stinky armpit/ass/pussy fetish, a tip overstimulation fetish, a ruined orgasm fetish, and a ball slapping fetish. I think about this experience every time I’m horny now, wishing I could experience something like this again. Thanks for reading my story, I hope you liked the origin story of my kinks lol :)

It was dark and stuffy in the mask, drool had started leaking out from behind the gag as Ali knelt on the floor, whimpering and twitching, the wand working its magic on her cunt. She moaned loudly and tried to move, feeling the duct tape pull at her leg causing a small flash of pain to shoot up to her cunt, mingling with the intense pleasure of the vibe, it caused her to gasp as she froze. Her pussy juices were running down her legs as her breathing quickened, already she could feel an orgasm growing, racing quickly toward her, the wand showed no mercy and she was soon pushed over the edge squealing and rolling onto her side as her whole body spasmed, once more the tape added just the right amount of pain so that almost as soon as she began coming down from her first orgasm, a second one hit.

Ali's back arched in pleasure as she screamed again, her voice muffled by the gag and the hood. She felt, vaguely, the key to the cuffs slap against her hand as she went onto her side, but she didn't even consider taking it. The high she was feeling from the situation was too intense and she wasn't ready for it to end yet. Taking deep breaths she tried to calm herself, to pull away from that edge before she was dragged over once more before she was ready. Swallowing she could clearly feel the collar against her throat. Tight, restrictive, she loved it.

But there was still something missing, something just didn't feel completely whole and even as her body spasmed, a third orgasm building slowly in her Ali couldn't help but feel that it wasn't as satisfying as it could have been. Soon she began to struggle. This pulled on the tape, causing small flashes of pain but it also pulled the wand slightly away from her cunt, allowing her some reprieve and a bit of denial, it helped, in her mind she began to imagine that she was another woman's captive that she had been left there to be tortured by her predicament until she gave the other woman what she wanted.

It was unclear what that was, but that didn't matter so much. Closing her eyes in the confining darkness of the hood Ali could almost hear the clack of heels against a stone floor, could almost feel it as the toe of the woman's leather clad foot pressed against her cheek, lifting her head slightly. In her mind she heard the woman speak even as a hand grabbed her leg and forced the wand harder against her cunt causing her to squeal and buck. "Well slut, have you had enough, or must we keep going?"

Breathing rapidly through her nose Ali tried to speak, but a muffled. "Mph," was all that came from between her lips. "More? Is that what you said." She felt a hand trail across her leg to the vibe. She imagined the woman running her thumb along the knob that would turn it up to its higher setting, she tensed waiting almost in dread. Then the hand moved, running along her body, causing her to shiver. Ali began moving her legs, tring to take that pressure off her pussy when the voice snapped. "Keep your legs where they are cunt or you will be sorry." Ali froze and pressed the vibe back against her pussy lips, whining loudly before the imagined hand caressed her cheek. "Good girl," she heard through the hood. "So good in fact that I'm going to let you cum again."

Once more she imagined the hand pushing the vibe harder against her, she felt it against her clit and squealed as she came again, feeling her juices squirt out as her whole body stiffened and bucked. Sucking air in through the mask harshly Ali rolled over onto her back, pinning her arms under her. She felt the key press into her palm but still felt no desire to use it. This had been so long in coming that she couldn't stop now, even as her pussy was beginning to ache. There was something that was still missing, something not being filled. She groaned, at a loss for what it could be. "Thats a good little pet," The Mistress said as Ali felt the heel of the boot press into her soft nipple flesh. She squealed in protest but that just made the other woman grind into her breast harder.

Of course there was no one there, the pain wasn't real but the desire to feel it, to experience it combined with her lack of sight made it so easy to imagine. "A good slut doesnt only think about her pleasure though," A hand gripped her cheeks hard and her head lifted a little. "And you, you naughty little cunt have been doing little else."

"Ah orree," Ali tried to speak through the mask and gag, once more it came out garbled as she lowered her head to the floor.

"Yes, you are. You're a sorry, pathetic little slut who exists for one thing only." In her mind she imagined this powerful woman sitting on her face, grinding against her as she spoke. "You exist to serve me."

Ali groaned, feeling a fourth orgasm growing when she heard her phone go off. The young woman was snapped back to reality in a sudden, disappointing come down. "Fu!" she managed to curse through the coverings on her face. With effort she rolled onto her side and grappled with the key as "Hall of the Mountain King" continued to sound from her nightstand. Finally taking hold of the key and fumbling it into a lock she twisted it and got the cuff off one of her wrists, she let it dangle from her other hand before lifting them both and undoing the straps on the mask pulling it free.

Once the gag was out as well she turned off the vibe, noting the stain on her carpet from her juices and the stream running between her legs. The phone had stopped ringing by this point and as Ali walked gingerly and somewhat bowlegged over to it she looked down at the Caller ID. With a sigh she picked up the phone and hit call back as she sat on the bed, the vibe, now quiet pressing against her cunt still. After only two rings the person on the other line picked up. "Hi mom, sorry I didn't answer before, I was...tied up."

Later after her conversation with her mother had ended Ali sat curled up in her computer chair, her legs tucked under her chin as she logged onto the BDSM website she had begun to frequent. She was still naked and still had the collar locked around her neck, not wanting to take it off. She hooked one finger through the D-Ring and gave it a small tug before clicking on the message bar and pulling up her ongoing conversation with the domme she had met. "Good afternoon Mistress Kat," she typed in before sending it out.

Mistress Kats profile said she was online and it took her only a moment to respond back. "Good afternoon pet, how is your day going?"

Pausing for a long moment, biting her lower lip as she debated on telling this woman what had happened. It would be good maybe, after all she could maybe give Ali some insight on what the young woman had been feeling, the sense that, though she had enjoyed herself...something had been missing. "I finally did it, I did a self bondage session." She hit enter and waited.

"Thats great babe," the response came back. "Tell me did you like it?"

"It was wonderful. I- I can't believe how much I've needed it without even realizing it! But... it was still like there was something missing." Ali watched and waited as the bubbles told me Kat was writing a response.

"Of course there was something missing you silly girl. No one was holding your leash."

Frowning Ali thought about that for a moment before typing once more. "What do you mean?"

"Darling you are a submissive, you need someone to control you, to take the lead and make you follow."

Ali thought about that, she wasn't sure if she was quite ready for that and said as much over their conversation. After all the whole reason she had done the self bondage was because she wasn't all that social. Another message popped up. "Are you willing to try something with me?"

Once more the petite redhead hesitated for a moment before typing. "I guess...what do I need to do?"

"I assume you bought a collar?"

"Yes."

"Take a picture of it on your neck and post it to your profile. Just the collar and your neck, nothing more."

The young woman froze, her finger slipping through the ring again as her other arm wrapped tightly around her legs. Slowly she unwrapped it from around them and picked up her phone. Activating the camera feature she pointed it at her neck and removed her finger from the D-Ring. Snapping a quick picture she uploaded it to the site and placed it as her profile pic before she had the chance to think too much about it. With a sigh she messaged Mistress Kat. "Its uploaded Mistress."

"Purr ~ I do love it when you call me that." There was a pause before the next message. "Very nice pet, that will do, for now, tell me, how did it feel to obey that order?"

For now? Did Mistress Kat mean to have her do more? Ali wanted to ask, to type that. But her online Mistress beat her to it with her own question. One that made Ali pause. It was then she noticed that her free hand, the one that had not been typing had slipped between her legs and was rubbing softly against her soaked pussy lips. Letting out a moan she pulled her hand away. "I...I liked it Mistress...a lot."

"Did you touch yourself?" Ali stopped, her hand hovering over the keyboard, wondering what to say, should she tell the truth. As though she could read her thoughts another message popped up. "I do not tolerate lying pet."

Even through the screen Ali could hear the sharp tone in the older woman's voice and she typed quickly. "Yes Mistress, I did."

"Good girl, there is nothing wrong with that, you are aroused and want to feel good and you feel best when someone else is taking control, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress I do."

The conversation went on for some time after that with Mistress Kat explaining more about submissive natures as well as dominant ones. It was a good conversation and was starting to help Ali understand where she fit in this new world she had discovered. Right before she signed off Mistress Kat sent her links to a few videos. "Your next challenge pet, go buy some treated nylon rope and then follow the instructions on these videos. Do the ties exactly as shown and then go out and spend a day with them under your clothes. You can report back to me how it felt."

Ali felt her heart race as she looked at the titles for the videos: How to tie a simple breast harness and How to tie a crotch rope. Looking up to the messages she saw a new one from Mistress Kat. "You have until the end of the week, am I understood?"

Swallowing Ali nodded before she remembered that Kat couldn't see her and she typed in. "Yes Mistress."

"Good girl, have a good night my pet."

"Good night Mistress." Then the older woman signed off, leaving Ali very much alone with her thoughts. Her heart was racing as she thought about what she had just been ordered to do and she began grinning broadly at the thought as she felt her pussy getting wet again, slowly she reached a hand between her legs and started rubbing along the hot, wet slit...

Michael sat comfortably upon an old leather chesterfield sofa savouring the taste of the hot black coffee that lingered upon his tongue. He had been sitting in his present position for nearly three hours attempting to read the notes in front of him. He was failing miserably as he could not concentrate. Michael loved nothing more than to sit and have coffee and watch the world pass him by. Having enjoyed, people watching he would throw himself into his work. But not today. He’d find a privately owned coffee shop as he disliked the larger chain shores. Like so many people Michael preferred to put his money in the hands of those working hard to build something for themselves. It gave him pleasure to give a little back as he’d made his money the hard way starting at the bottom and working his way up. The fashion industry 👗 had been good to him and he loved working in it. Michael smiled to himself , he hoped he’d been good to it. Working hard to please his clients was so important to his happiness and to his good name. But today his mind and his sense of calm had deserted him. Michael sipped his coffee which had long since gone cold. Could he drink a fourth cup? No he thought as his head was spinning a little and his heart racing. Michael was never nervous around people especially women but today he was just that. The lady that had made him his first coffee had been like most servers, polite professional and swift. What was different was her demeanour. It was so wonderfully confident and enthralling. Her smile was dazzling and when she stared into Michael’s blue eyes he was at a loss for words and barely found a thank you. Michael had no wish to leave this establishment he was totally bewitched by the server. Water was what he needed most so he stretched out his long legs and rose smoothly crossing the room to the counter and helped himself to a glass and filled it from the water jug. It tasted wonderful and was flavoured with slices of lemon. As Michael turned to return to his seat he heard -“Would Sir like another coffee?” To which he replied “Why yes that would be delightful”. Michael laughed , there was no way on earth he needed another coffee but how could he say no to this woman . He sat scratching his head and watched with fascination as yet another black coffee was created. What a goddess this woman was. The way she moved , the way she held her head had him sweating like a school boy. As if she felt his gaze upon the back of her neck she turned and smiled. Embraced he pretended to be raffling through his papers. He was fooling no one especially the young woman. She knew it too, this stylish gentleman had followed her form as she’d served coffee and tea etc. all afternoon. She smiled to herself as she had a little surprise for this particular customer. “Voilà” she said as she placed with perfectly poised cup and saucer upon the table. “Can I get you something else?” “No that’s perfect “ he intoned and thank you, thank you so much. May I say your coffee is sublime?” “Well I’m flattered that you like it so much. We grind all our own coffee here in the cellars below. Oh! and by the way, my name is Marie and this little place is all mine. I’m most proud of my little coffee house so I hope you will be most happy here?” She turned smoothly like a dancer to hide the smile upon her beautiful lips. In deed it did not matter whether he liked it or not as she planned to make him a permanent fixture. Like one of her many pets, she would own him mind body and soul. Marie looked down at Michael’s wallet now in her hand as she walked back to the counter. How was he going to pay for his drinks? She knew….? There was much to do as the afternoon came to a close as everything needed to be prepped for tomorrow. Marie had a retired friend pop in at 1700 to help clean away and speed things along. Edith really was a God send so when she arrived Marie smiled and left serving customers to her and got down to a deep clean of one of the two coffee machines. As she Marie started to dismantle one of the coffee pods she could hear Michael’s embarrassed tones at the counter. I had it when I came in - he was explaining to Edith- but now my wallet has vanished. Edith was very understanding and said she would help look around and see if the item could still be found. Marie watched them with amusement. After sometime Michael resigned himself to the fact that it was lost for now and he’d just have to cancel his cards. Easy with a phone call and so called his bank and informed them. Now how will I ever pay you? Could I write you an IOY? No - came the reply from the kitchen you can wash up until your debt is paid Marie suggested. Oh most assuredly said Michael I’ll do whatever’s required and gladly too he added. Anything? Yes you name it. Very well you can help Edith close up please Marie called. Marie had set her trap and now she was going to reap its rewards. Michael was handed an apron and a tray and so was soon ferrying dirty cups and saucers to the kitchen. Michael was quick and efficient thought Edith. Michael loved order and enjoyed helping out especially as it took his mind of how embarrassing it was to have lost his wallet. Soon the tables were all clean and tidy. The floor moped thanks to Edith and the front door locked.

Edith got to sorting the till and Michael went in to see his new boss. What next? he asked. Dishes please and Marie pointed. The dish washers broke so guess what- you’re it! She smile at him and finished what she was doing. When you’ve done here Marie said come join me in the cellar. I’ve some boxes that need staking and I’d rather watch you lift them than I. Edith passed him the last few plates and together they put things away. When all was done Edith led Michael done the steep stone steps to the cellar. Marie was sitting doing some accounting and looked up as they both stood at the bottom of the steps. Marie smiled - you can both come and join me if you like I’ve nearly finished this. Boxes Boss - you mentioned you had some boxes needing to be stacked? Yes Michael , those on the table there needed to go on the top shelf above. Yes Boss I prefer yes Miss if you don’t mind she laughed. Edith came to sit next to Marie and they both watched Michael busy at his work. Turning to each other they smiled. All done Miss - Michael said as he turned and smiled. Does that make us all even? He asked. No not quite as I think you’re in a little deeper than a coffee or two my dear. How do you fancy paying off your debts with a little more service this evening. I’ve a few friends coming over this tonight and I’m short on help? I can guarantee it will be fun and I love you to stay a little longer. How could I say no? I’ve nothing planned. Wonderful cooed Marie let’s drink to it shall we? Edith went into the adjoining room and returned with three glasses and a bottle champagne much to Michael’s surprise. Would you do the honours Marie asked as she passed the bottle to Michael. Yes certainly Miss What shall we drink to he asked- Why to my new house maid of course. They raised their glasses as if to clink them but they stopped short. They all drank together and enjoyed the taste and the bubbles upon their tongs. Michael smiled across at the two ladies - what had he gotten into? His head felt a little dizzy. Both Edith and Marie smiled across at Michael as they knew only too well what Michael had gotten into. Michael’s eyes closed

When Michael woke again he shook his head and opened his eyes. He screwed his eyes up and reopened them as he couldn’t see anything. He went to touch his face but he found to his horror that his arms were restrained by his sides. His eyes were covered by something and they rendered him blind. Michael tried to call out but his mouth had been firmly wired open and he realised that his jaw ached. All that came out of his mouth was a strange moan like sob. Michael attempted to move his legs but they too were restrained. What was going on. His mind raced. It was then that he remembered the Champagne and the two ladies. Michael tried to say their names Marrrrr & Eddddd but no sense was created despite how he tried. As if in answer thou Michael heard Edith’s voice. Thank goodness you’re awake Daisy - that’s your new name dear. I’ve been busy as you’ve slept she intoned . You’re almost ready said Edith just one more adjustment required. But first would you like to take a look at yourself? With that she removed Michael/ Daisy’s eye coverings . The covers were held in place by poppers so were quite tight. There were are she said triumphantly . Michael looked at himself in the full length mirror. Standing opposite him was not what he expected. Instead stood a tall house maid in black and white. Around his waist was a short frilly skirt with petticoat. To his embarrassment poking out underneath it was his somewhat excited penis . It bobbed from side to side and occasionally up and down. Yes that will not do will it said Edith. I’ll see to that presently . Michael’s eye moved upwards to where his chest should have been but now there were large fake beasts. They looked to his surprise quite real. Yes said Edith Mistress Marie likes her sluts to look convincing to her guests as they’re more likely to bend you over and peg you if you do. When Michael saw his face he cried out. Or he tried too. His mouth was wired open and around his lips there was now cherry red lipstick. It even smelt of cherries. His cheeks blushed not just from embarrassment but from the applied blusher. His eyes too were heavily made up and he now wore large fake eyelashes. A long red wig was upon his head and the hair had been plated into two pigtails. Don’t you look a picture dear? Michael wanted to say - what the f… is going on but all that came out was a mess of noises. Now don’t you fret dear. Mistress Marie will soon be here to explain your duties for this evening. In the meantime let’s see if we can squeeze your very excitable cock into this little cage shall we? Try as Edith might Daisy’s cock was not going to fit into this tiny tube. Edith went to get a slightly larger cage and a bowl of ice cubes and soon his member was suitably secured in its new home. There, when you’ve been denied for long enough we will shrink that little monster into the tinniest of cages. You just wait and see my dear. In no time at all you’ll be begging Miss Edith to milk you like the little slut you are. We are all going to have a lot of fun bringing you to such a happy place .. Edith smiled her work was almost done. ….. and yet only just starting..

To be continued if anyone should like me too ?

It turned out that saying she was going to do it and actually doing it were two different things. When Ali got home she pulled her purchases out of the closet and placed them on her bed alongside the wand and the hood. She stared down at them, wondering where to go from there. It didn't seem entirely safe to just jump in with both feet and no looking, it wasn't her style. Sitting on the bed next to the toys she ran her hands over the leather of the cuffs before picking up a pair. She wrapped them around her wrists and locked them in place with the small padlocks that they had come with.

A small shiver went down her spine and she let out a slow gasp. She felt her nipples grow hard, pressing against her bra as she closed her eyes and lay back on the bed. She could hear the rattle of chains coming from the cuffs as her hands moved down her abdomen, dragging the metal links along. Her hands slipped under her pants and she bit her lower lip as her fingers touched her moistening folds. A finger brushed against her clit and Ali gasped loudly her back arching in pleasure, but as she relaxed back onto the bed, still lightly fingering herself she realized that this wasn't enough.

Opening her eyes she turned her head and peered over at the other toys. The sexual heat and frustration was building up as her fingers continued their idle work, keeping her teased and aroused but doing no more than that. She wanted, no, needed more but how to do it while still being safe? Sitting up she reluctantly pulled her hands from her pants, though she didn't remove the cuffs, not yet anyway. Instead she picked up the collar and wrapped it snuggly around her neck, feeling her fingers, slick with her own juices against her neck as she did so.

Once it was buckled in place she locked it on as well before hooking a finger through the D-Ring in the front and giving a small tug on it, sending another shiver down her spine as a gasp escaped her lips. More, she needed more. She couldn't stand not moving forward. Quickly she unlocked the cuffs from her wrists and stood. Her mind was racing, trying to figure everything out.

Rushing out of her bedroom to her kitchen she opened what she had coined as her junk drawer and pulled out a rubber band and some duct tape before going back into her room. She didn't bother closing the bedroom door, after all she lived alone and the one or two friends she had actually managed to make and keep never came over without calling or texting first.

Almost feverishly Ali pulled her shirt off, hearing the D-Ring clink softly as the shirt passed across it. Throwing it to the floor she reached behind her back and fumbled with her bra, her fingers slipping against the hooks until finally she got it off as well, her modest breasts springing free of their confinement as the bra joined her shirt. Kicking off her shoes in a rush she pulled her pants and panties down in one go, leaving her naked and exposed only wearing her socks and the collar.

Looking back down at her toys she picked up the ball gag and pressed it between her lips, letting out a soft moan as she reached behind her head and buckled it on. Already she could feel drool gathering up behind it and knew it was only a matter of time before it began spilling out. Next she sat on the bed and locked one pair of cuffs around her ankles, once more caressing the leather before she took the wand and the duct tape. The wand could be plugged in or powered by batteries, she decided to let it run off its batteries before pressing the head against her cunt and wrapping the duct tape around it and her thigh, keeping it in place.

Ali found herself becoming even more wet at the prospect of how much it would hurt to remove the tape. Sliding to the floor and onto her knees Ali reached up and grabbed the first pair of cuffs. Locking them around one wrist she took the rubber band and slid it through the keys ring before wrapping the band around the cuff chain and slipping the key through it so that it hung down from the chain by the rubber band, that way she could grab it easily if she needed to get out.

It would have been clear to a casual observer that Ali was not thinking everything through, her mind racing at the possibility of finally trying this and not thinking much beyond that. She barely hesitated as she took each device in her hands. If she paused at all it was more to feel the material against her skin. Had Ali been thinking beyond her base desires she might have wondered at how quickly, at least to her, that she had fallen into this world. But that didn't matter to her, she needed it now. She wanted it more than anything and that drove her on.

Her mind whirled at each new sensation as it brought more moans and sighs from her body. The rush she felt was intoxicating, but...there was something missing...something she couldn't quite place her fingers on. The new toys felt good against her body and there was a pleasant warmth in her core as it dawned more and more on her with each passing second that she was actually doing this but still...something was missing and she couldn't think what it could be.

Finally Ali took the hood, this time pausing as she looked at it. Not out of fear of it, but contemplating, trying to figure out what more was needed. What more she could want from this, a dream that had been haunting her since she had first started down the road. She shook her head, trying to get out of her own mind, to quell those thoughts, right now it didn't matter, Ali had come too far to stop now, to pause and think out whatever it was. At long last, she slipped the hood over her head. It felt tight and a little claustrophobic as she felt it press against her face. And she loved it, the darkness, the solitude of it.

Her hands once more fumbled with the straps that would tighten it, but this one she didn't lock on, it would be too hard to find the key to the lock on her bed by herself. Once it was on and she was sure that it wouldn't come free until she went to remove it, she put her own cuffed hand behind her while her free hand moved to the wand. She turned it on. There were only two settings, the clerk had called them "Intense" and "Holy Fucking Hell". Ali went with the first setting and immediately curled in on herself as the vibrations hit her. Moaning loudly and twitching as her hooded face pressed against the floor Ali's feet kicked against the ground. Still she struggled to enact the last step of her plan as she brought her other hand behind her back as she trembled and twitched as she managed to desperately lock her free hand into its own cuff. She was trapped now, until she had enough and took the key.

Sometimes life pushes you in interesting directions. Things tend to happen that you weren’t even able to come up with in your wildest dreams. And then in the end, it might turn out as the best thing that has ever happened to you in your life.

I am a small town guy. I was living, working and except for visiting school spending practically my whole life in the small town I was born in. I just didn’t feel the need to leave, because I had mostly everything that I wanted.

Mostly everything, because I struggled to find a suiting girlfriend. I been dating around town, and in the neighboring towns, but nothing long lasting ever came out of it. And no, me working as car mechanic in my fathers workshop, that wasn’t the reason for it being that way. It just was that something always had been missing in my relationship. Something that I wasn’t quite able to pin point, until I would find exactly what I had been missing before.

It was then that tragedy hit our small town. The major all of a sudden died in a car accident. His hobby, his passion, fast cars, eventually killed him. He lost control of one of his sports cars – everything was fine with the car, my father had serviced it a few weeks prior – and drove down a cliff.

The major left his wife, his grown up children and a decent empire consisting of several small businesses, from the local saw mill to the local dairy. The whole town, everyone knew the major, and everyone knew each other in our tight nit community, showed up at the majors funeral.

The majors widow dressed and looked different from the day her husband had passed by on. In church on Sunday she wore black only, and she became a far less active member of the religious community – practically the only community in our small town. Because she had to take care of the businesses she had inherited from her husband.

It was roughly a year after the tragic accident that the majors widow showed up in my father’s car work shop. She wanted us to service her car. It was then that something happened between thirty three year old me and fifty eight year old her. We clearly checked each other out, and we clearly fell caught each others eyes.

When the widow came back to pick up the car she asked me to go on a test ride with her. To see if the car had been properly serviced. After getting the okay from my father, the widow and me went on the longest test ride I had ever been on.

The two of us ended up a few towns away, having a cup of coffee with each other, flirting, talking and falling for each other. We both might have struggled a little bit to accept what was going on between the two of us, because well, she was roughly twenty five years older than me and she was a very strict, very religious person that clearly wasn’t out for some casual fun.

We kept on meeting up with each other, always out of town, where no one knew us, because an older woman and a younger man in the conservative town we both were from, it for sure would give the people a lot to talk about. And the widow and me, we wanted to go that step when we were sure that we had something lasting going on between the two of us.

So we kept on meeting up relatively far far away from home for a few months. And no, we were not renting a cheap hotel room and fucking each others brains out. Because sex before marriage, it was a sin for the religious widow. I fully accepted her believes, and to be honest, it being that way was a turn on for me.

Because it somewhat kept me in celibacy, it gave me a bad conscience when jerking off and it made me feel humiliated while I was taking matters in my own hand. Because the widow and I, we clearly were dating, we fell for each other more and more, but I still had to jerk off to get rid off my filthy horny urges. Fuck, it all was nothing but a big turn on for me. And it made me fall even harder for the widow.

A few months into our relationship we decided to go public. We decided to stop hiding, and show our small town that we were a couple now. A couple that had spent plenty of time together, that did many couple things together, except one: We never had been sleeping together or had seen each other naked at that point in time. But we had done plenty of kissing and cuddling.

The widow and me showed up to Sunday mass together. We were holding hands when we walked inside the church. People war looking after us, staring at us and most likely immediately began to talk behind our backs.

They most likely were asking the following questions: What does he see in an old woman like her, who is as old as his own mother? What does she see in a young man like him, who is about the same age like her oldest daughter? Is he only with her because she has money? Shouldn’t she stay faithful to her dead husband?

We let them have their fun. We let them have their conversations, and we let them staring at us. Because no one directly opposed us, or told us to stop, or anything similar. Sure, my parents had their problems with me dating someone roughly their age, and the widows children had to cope with the fact that their mother was seeing someone their age, but that wore off quickly. Our families realized that things sometimes just are that they are and all you can do is accept them.

But the rest of our small town, different story. Me being with the old major’s widow, it was the most interesting, the biggest scandal the town had seen since practically forever. And it was the biggest event since the old major died in his sports car. So they kept on gossiping for a long time.

And again, the widow and me, we let them have their fun. Because no one was really attacking us, everyone stayed kind and polite. The age gap relationship we had up and running, it just spiced up their otherwise pretty repetitive small town lives a little bit.

It was on the Friday after the widow and I made our relationship public that she invited me over to her place for the first time ever. She told me to bring some appetite, some fresh clothes and my usual nightwear, because she wouldn’t let go off me before the following morning.

Needless to say, I immediately accepted the widows invitation. I was more than thrilled having dinner with her, I was curious about her cooking and I was even more excited about most likely spending the night in her bed next to her.

Where hopefully something sexually would happen between the two of us. Because back then, something inside me was still hoping that the widows no sex before marriage talk would only be talking, and to a certain degree it was. Yes, things should get interesting during that Friday evening.

I put on my best set of clothes, I put my sleeping clothes, a spare set of clothes and my bathroom utensils inside my backpack, then I walked over to the widow. Twenty minutes later I arrived in front of her house. I rang the doorbell and about a minute later she led me inside her house.

After a very warm welcome the widow gave me the grand tour. She showed me every room above earth, except her bedroom. That would be a later thing. We then ended up in her kitchen. She was finishing cooking, while being dressed to impress, in a very hot, but also conservative style and then we ate together.

We then dined in her dinning room. Her cooking, it was okay, edible, above average. When the widow asked me how I liked her food, I went down the bold way and told her the truth. At first her face froze, then a smile appeared on it: “You know what, you telling me the truth, it makes me like you even more.”

We hugged each other, we kissed each other and her body pressing against mine, it was enough to give me an instant boner. Yes, I really wanted her. I needed her, and she knew that. Especially because my boner was pressing against her in that moment. But she decided to ignore my hard one and served dessert.

While enjoying the sweet dish, the widow finally addressed my hard one, and how our relationship would continue on the sexual side. I was hoping for something like we can do it once a week, or maybe once a month, but no, she was strictly against any sexual activities before marriage.

And she mean no sexual activities at all. Even not taking matters in your own hands. The widow found it disgusting, wrong and week if a man gives in to his filthy urges, to the evil spirits, to the demon living in inside him. I had to swallow.

Because that jerking off thing, I did that a lot when the widow wasn’t around. And she knew, or at least assumed that I was taking matters in my hands a lot when I was on my own. So when she asked me if I was doing something sinful like relieving myself, it was a loaded question.

At first I thought about denying that I was taking matters in my own hands, but then I went with the truth. That I did jerk off a lot, but that I mostly was thinking about her while doing so. The widow blushed a little bit, it took her a moment or two to collect herself: “You know, that I, that we have to prevent you from such a sinful behavior in the future.”

I fully agreed with the widow. If it needed to be done, it needed to be done. And yes, I was more than curious about on how she was planning on achieving that goal. So I just asked. Her answer was a surprising, but also a very confusing one: “We have to drive the evil spirit, the demon that causes your sinful behavior out of your body. And trust me, I know how to fight those evil spirits that possess innocent people.”

Once more I shared the widows opinion. I told her that I would do whatever it would take to drive the demon out of my body. That I would do whatever she wanted me to do. My saying put a smile on her face: “Thank you for trusting me with this matter.”

Then we finished dessert, I carried the dishes into the kitchen, the widow told me that she would be back soon. And that I should wait for her in the kitchen. I complied, and to kill some time I put everything that was standing around, and that was suitable for a dishwasher inside her dishwasher.

When she came back, my unasked doing put a smile on her face. She thanked me for helping her with those pesky household things, then her voice, the expression on her face turned serious as she dumped a box onto the kitchen counter.

The widow then pulled one metal chastity cage after the other out of the box. She told me that the were thoroughly cleaned left overs from her husband. That he had his dick locked inside a cage for a long long time. And that it had turned him into a better, into a much happier man.

I immediately understood where she wanted to. I told her that I was okay with her locking my dick away and keeping the key. Because I might have been fantasizing about something like that in the past. Me going along with her plans, it put a tiny little smile on her stoic face: “Thank you for saying yes to locking your dick inside a secure cage. How about getting naked, so that we actually can lock your dick away for the better good, and to prevent sinful things from happening when you will share my bed later that night?”

As you can imagine, the thought of sleeping next to her, the thought of doing naughty things in bed with her, it made my dick rock hard. So when I dropped my pants, a boner popped out of it.

When the widow saw my hard one she briefly bite her lips, then she checked me out from tip to toe, until her eyes ended up on my hard one again. She then addressed the problem: “I fear to get your dick inside of one of those cages, we have to get rid of your boner problem. We will have to drive the demon that causes your boner problem out of your body.”

The widow sounded like she already had a plan, like she already knew how to get rid of my boner problem. To keep it all rolling I asked her if she knew a way to get rid of my boner problem. She told me that she knew one, and that she would be back with me in a few minutes.

While the widow was gone totally naked me took a closer look at the various chastity cages laying on the kitchen counter. Some actually were really tiny. Too tiny for my dick, at least I thought so back then.

Then the widow came back. She had an old looking book in one hand, and a riding crop in her other hand. It didn’t took much thinking from my side to figure out how she was planing to get rid of my boner. And damn it, thinking of her spanking me until my boner would be gone, it made my dick even harder.

The widow and I looked each other in the eyes for some time. Then it was time to start the ritual, as she later would call our fights against those demons sitting inside us. She opened the book, she told me to go down on my knees and to fold my hands. She then began to read from the book.

It were prayers that I never had heard before. Prayers that sounded very ancient, like they had been written in a time long long time ago. Prayers that were mostly about fighting demons with the help of god. The last one ended with the following words: “...and may those sinful demons never return in my body again. Amen.”

Then there was silence. While the widow looked down on me, she grabbed the riding crop. She tested the riding crop on her open hand. She hit herself harder and harder, the sound of the riding crop cutting though air and the sound of the riding crop hitting her hand got louder and louder.

A painful expression appeared on the widows face, than a slightly more painful one, then she stated the following: “Yes, I think that is hard enough for you. At least for the beginning.”

Then the widow gave me an order: “Stand up, bend over the kitchen table, stretch your butt out, please.”

I complied. Moments later I was in position, and the widow was standing behind me. I mentally prepared myself for the fist hit, then I heard something cutting through air, then the riding crop hit my butt.

Pain drove through my body, I jumped a little bit, then the awesome sensation of pain leaving my body was setting in. Then the second hit landed. A moan escaped my body while it happened. Fuck, then the pain left. It felt already good.

The widow kept on spanking my butt, she hit me harder and harder, it didn’t took long and my dick leaked pre cum. Plenty of it. Most of it ended up on the kitchen table. Then the next hit landed, and then the next one.

The widows aim was great, she knew about pacing, spanking my ass clearly was no first time for her. As she later told me, she often had helped her deceased husband with his demons.

My moaning meanwhile had gotten constant. Fuck, the pain, the sweet sensation of the pain leaving my body, it really cleared my mind. It made me get lost in the ritual, it made me forget about space and time.

Then my red and blue butt began to turn numb. There was huge puddle of pre cum on the table. And my dick had gotten limp. Very tiny, and very limp. It was then that the widow stopped spanking my butt.

But the ritual was far from over. The widow told me about the next step: “Quick, lick the demon of the kitchen table. He had been flushed out of your body, but the only way to really defeat him is devouring him inside your belly.”

Without hesitation I licked my pre cum off the widows kitchen table. She was so kind to point me towards every single last drop that I had missed. When the tabletop was clean I showed her my empty mouth. A pleased smile appeared on the widows face, then she took the old book and we spoke another prayer, that ended with about the following words: “…and may god prevent the demon from returning inside my body. Amen.”

The ritual now was officially over. And I must admit, I didn’t felt horny anymore. The demon truly had left my body. What followed next was putting my dick inside a fitting chastity device. It took a few attempts until we found the right one, then the widow turned the key and pulled him out of the lock. The key ended up on the chain around her neck, next to her golden cross.

The widow then allowed me to get dressed again, and we ended up in her living room. Cuddling, kissing in front of her fireplace and mostly enjoying just being with each other. It was a great evening.

An evening that ended up with us spending our first night together. Falling asleep while with me holding her in my arms. And with my dick safely locked away in a chastity cage, to prevent sinful, forbidden things from happening.

Ali was a shy girl, she always had been. She preferred to stay in front of a computer screen, interacting with the world that way, less chance of getting hurt, less chance of making a fool of herself. So instead of making friends she stayed locked in her room. Her biggest solo activity was trying to write. Being a novelist was something she could do at home with no one really bothering her. Several books were started, none finished. It got to the point where she wouldn't even tell her family about them because she got tired of seeing the exasperated looks on their faces when she started a new one.

Of course she had to work and so she left the house for that, but had found a job that required little interaction with others. And she stayed fit and active, largely through a healthy diet, swimming and some martial arts. It was the one activity that she didn't mind being around other people to do. She was even pretty good at it, though at five feet, three inches high and only weighing in at 90 lbs there wasn't much chance of overpowering many people.

As for dating, forget about it. She had found an attraction to other girls while she was in high school but had never dared approach anyone, she had found she got too tongue tied and flustered easily which left her feeling humiliated on the rare occasion she had tried. A few had tried asking her out but the petite redhead was just too shy and they could barely get a word out of her. And so high school passed and Ali left her small hometown and took off for college, but she found it wasnt to her liking and after only a semester she dropped out.

Still she had no desire to go home and live in her parent's basement. So she found a new job, one that wasn't quite as people free as the last one but the pay was good. She also joined an online writers forum and found when there was a computer screen between them and her she wasn't so nervous talking to people. It was probably inevitable. In fact it was almost shocking that she hadn't stumbled on it before. But in one of her forays onto the internet for research for her newest book she stumbled across a website that would change her life forever.

The site was...well not to put too fine a point on it, a porno, but it was stuff Ali had never seen before, had never even known existed. She had of course had "The Talk" with her parents when she was growing up but never, ever, ever had anything like what she was seeing even been in the peripheral of what was possible to do and as Ali scrolled down the screen she licked her lips hungrily, not realizing she was drawing closer to the screen as her hand trailed down between her legs.

She began rubbing herself lightly through her sweatpants, letting out soft moans as she stopped by what appeared to be a clip, the image on the clip showed a woman wearing a black leather hood with what looked like metal clothes pins attached to her nipples, she was bent over a wooden beam and her hands were tied behind her but pulled up, keeping her in the bent position.

With almost no hesitation Ali clicked on the play button and was treated to a short trailer as another woman came up behind the hooded girl, a scary looking whip in her hands and...and a rubber cock strapped to her hips. She watched mesmerized as the leather clad woman whipped the hooded woman, but instead of screams of pain, the girl was moaning sensually, moving her backside as though seeking the whip. The trailer was only a few minutes long and it abruptly cut to the leather clad woman fucking the other girl with the fake cock. Ali gasped when she saw the cock was sliding it in and out of the hooded woman's ass. It cut to black as the hooded girl let out a scream of pure bliss.

Ali's breath caught in her throat and her whole body went ridged as a wave of pleasure washed over her and she felt warm sticky liquid coat her fingers. After her body relaxed and she took a minute for her breathing to slow down she glanced down only to see that during the trailer she had slid her hand into her pants and past her panties and she had rubbed herself to a small but satisfying orgasm.

Looking back up at the screen she continued to peruse through the site, finding all the free clips she could, continuing to rub herself as she did. Once she finished that site she began looking for another and then another. She needed to find out more, had to know about this insane new world she had just found.

Over the next few weeks Ali studied, she found everything she could, reading up on this strange, wonderful new world she had stumbled into, she watched videos and clips that she found for free and a few times even dared to venture into chat rooms and posed tentative questions but she always vanished from them almost as fast as she had entered and she tried to never visit the same one twice. She may have been caught up in the warm pleasurable feeling she received but she was still herself and she was still cautious.

After three weeks she finally found the nerve to sign up for a fetish themed website though she posted almost nothing to it, not wanting to give too much away. Mainly she used it to read forums and glean different opinions from various people. She even found a woman who she got along with, who called herself a...Domme. She was supremely helpful in answering Ali's questions though Ali could tell the woman wanted more Ali did make it clear she was only looking into the lifestyle and was not ready to make any sort of commitment, especially not to someone who lived across the country. Luckily the Domme seemed to take that in stride and continued to be helpful, her mood even shifted to encouraging Ali to find someone closer to her, someone she could talk to in real life.

It wasn't as though she didn't want that, but it just wasn't in her nature to be that bold in her questing, there was more she had to find out...at least that was what she told herself, the truth was she was just afraid to take that step. She knew it was a big one and she was afraid of rushing into something, of regretting going on this journey. She knew that if she was ever going to get somewhere with it she was going to need to work at her own pace, she needed to be cautious.

A full two months after her first accidental trip onto that website Ali stepped into an adult toy store...and almost immediately stepped back out and drove away. She returned the next day, a half hour before it closed, hoping that would mean fewer people in there. She bought a cheap collar, a cheap ball gag and two pairs of mid quality leather cuffs. She blushed as the shop clerk winked at her and handed her a black plastic bag with her purchases. Ali blushed as she scampered from the store and drove back home having to remember to not speed as she did so.

Once she got home she shoved her purchases into the closet and though she never really forgot about them her life did get busy as her job picked up pace for that week and she worked some serious overtime hours, each night coming home too tired to do anything but eat a quick, unsatisfying meal and collapsing into her bed. Midway through the next week the deluge stopped and work returned to its normal pace. That night Ali went to the adult store and bought two more items with her overtime money. A leather hood like she had seen in the first movie and a hitachi wand. One the clerk said worked very well.

Driving home again Ali thought on her new purchases and the ones she had already at home. She had these things but she had not once used them yet. Was she really planning on it, or was this just something else that she would never follow through on. That though made her sick to her stomach and just a little angry with herself. It wouldn't be the first time if it happened that way. That was when she made up her mind, it was a Friday night, she had the whole weekend to herself. When she got home, she was going to make use of her new toys and finally experience this in real life.

Part 2 – The Ache

The Next Day - 29 days Until the Event

R: I’m just waking up now, had a hard time getting to sleep due to well… You know. I’m sending along my verification and then heading to work.

F: Good, I’m doing the same. It’s only been less than 24 hours, and I already can’t wait, I just wish Jane would tell me when this was all happening. Seeing these videos though, it’s a shame we never messed around when we were dating 😉

R: I wanted too, memory serves you were the scared one, if only folk saw you now.

F: Well…. Ok you’re right, it’ll be good to see you soon though, even in a non “randy” state.

R: You too. Shit, I gotta get up, I’m gonna be late. Grab coffee sometime soon?

F: Yah, I’m down

J: Guess I’ll be playing chaperone, see you at work Reed, make sure you’re on time with your verification at noon.

Reed put his phone down, realizing that he needed to rush to get out the door. He had completely forgot that he would need to “show signs of arousal” during work hours too, how would that work? Drive home for lunch? Go to the bathroom? Oh well, he would figure it out.

He drove a little too fast to get coffee, and by then he was starting to calm down. By the time he got to work, he had almost zoned out, until he pulled into the garage and saw her. There was Jane, getting out of her car, in sneakers, a skirt, and a shirt that left more boob out then in. Immediately he got excited again, until she locked eyes with him. Then, a cold shiver went down his spine.

She walked over to his car and knocked on the window with her knuckles. Reed rolled it down, hardly knowing what to say. She leaned over into his car, bust in full view.

“Remember that video from last night?”

“y-yes” He said, remembering just how many times he had watched it. It was a video of Faith riding Janes strap-on hard. Panties pulled to the side and riding like her life depended on it. He felt a jolt just remembering it.

“Good, I can tell.” She said, eyeing his crotch, which was growing even though he was wearing jeans. “I brought a memento from it, keep it on you today, and use it for your verification at lunch.”

She handed him the panties that Faith had been wearing in the video. Reed was in shock.

“That’ll be all, remember the rules.” She stood back up and sauntered to the front desk to start the day. Reed sat in the car for a while, not sure what to do. The panties were laying like a brick in his lap, so close, yet so far from Faith. The idea of even having them was taboo, and exciting, all at the same time. He took them in his hand, and put them into his pocket for now, feeling just how hard he was even through the pocket.

The rest of his morning was a bit of a blur. He got to work, and that distracted him for a bit, but every time his phone went off, or he reached into his pocket and felt the panties, he was jolted out of it. His boss was a real ass about having your phone out on the clock, so he knew he’d have a lot of messages to catch up on.

Before he knew it, it was 11:45, lunch break. Quickly washing off his hands from work, he went into the lunch room. He sat in the corner so no one could see his phone, and he pulled it out.

J: So, duck, what would you like tonight, I was thinking maybe steaks, or tacos. Oh, and then for dessert, would you like the 9-inch vibrating one, or the 8-inch thick one, or maybe I can just sit on your face for a while?

F: Why not tacos I like tacos…. And uh, why not the 8 inch and then I can eat your taco 😉

Reed had somehow stumbled into the wet dream of every boy ever, and somehow had been invited to be a part of it.

F: Oh, and here is my verification… I had to sneak into the handicapped washroom to get privacy. [Watch Video]

Reed hit play on the video, only to realize his volume was on full blast. Given the moaning in the video, some of his co-workers sent him a mix of dirty, and intrigued looks. Reed retreated to the bathroom, found a free stall, and opened it again.

Faith was wearing a long sundress, that was modest. Until she turned around and bent over, hiking it up over her bouncing ass. As she lifted it up, she pulled her skimpy thing down and revealed that she was plugged. As she was bent over, she began playing with herself, and audibly counted each time she edged. For a minute long video, she edged 5 times. She pulled her thong back up, and he could see how even before this, it was soaked from how horny she was. He commiserated with it.

He had only a few minutes to send something himself, when he remembered Janes gift, and her telling him to use it in his verification. He didn’t think she meant wear them, but he did know what he wanted to do. He pulled down his pants, revealing his already hard cock. He took Faith panties, and wrapped them around it, starting to jerk. He leaned back, and started to record, even just a few tugs in, he realized that he wasn’t going to last long.

He jerked off for about a minute, nearly matching Faith’s 5 edges himself, and the panties were soaked with not only his juices now, but Faith’s as well. He wanted to cum so bad, but he couldn’t. Not if he wanted what those panties covered last night.

R: Supper sounds good, care to share? Here is my verification by the way. Recognize these, Faith? [Watch Video]

F: Holy fuck… Did Jane give those to you? They were soaked from last night.

R: I could tell, they are pretty soaked again now…

J: Here’s a treat [Watch Video]

As Reed clicked on what Jane sent, he heard the sound of heels clack away. He clicked and realized that Jane had recorded him jerking off, as he was recording himself jerk off. Was he really being that loud? Getting embarrassed, and realized he still had a half of a shift to finish, he tried to get up and get back to work.

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2 Weeks Later, 15 Days to Event

Jane muttered curses under her breath about the traffic, she had errands to run, and 2 horny adults to keep track of. Both had been honest about the contract, and the verifications. It was fun to watch Reed squirm, but Jane took no pleasure from it, she was a lesbian after all. What she did take pleasure in, was seeing how wet that it makes Faith. The event with the panties had created a need to change the bed sheet with how wet she had gotten that night. Reed appreciated seeing that too. She had let him keep them.

She though of Reed as more of a toy then anything. A plaything that kept her partner eager, and willing. She had never really seen Faith get as horny as she has been. Jane was diabolical with Faith at home and mean to Reed at work. A few days ago, she was telling the other receptionist just how big he was and how good he was in bed, seeing him squirm as she tried flirting with was golden. Ok, maybe she did take some sadistic pleasure in torturing poor Reed, but it was all in the name of fertility, and seeing just how committed he was.

There was only one thing that bothered her, and that was the end of all this. What if Faith and Reed caught feelings? The end game was pregnancy after all, that is a big deal. Or what if Reed caught feelings, and this all blew up? And most importantly, were Faith and Jane really ready to parent? Sometimes it just felt like too much, but it was exciting all at the same time. Like jumping into a lake, and you can’t see what’s under you, it’s exciting and scary, all at the same time. 

While traffic was backed up, she checked her phone, it was check in time anyway, and since it was the weekend, both would be verifying from home, which was when Jane got more creative. This time, she had gotten Faith to send it while spit roasting herself on 2 dildoes, and Reed was to bend over, and jerk his cock like an udder, while he was plugged. Both had fulfilled their duties.

Reed had impressed her, he had come out of his shell a lot since this had all began, had even started talking to her at work. Jane and Faith were quickly discovering how much of a freak he really was. Faith on the other hand, was just as much a freak as she has always been, she was in her element with this contract game.

Finally, traffic started to move. Just like her feelings regarding all of this, things were unclogging but slowly. She drove off, thinking of more torturous ideas to put them through, touching herself gently as she did.

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2 Weeks, and a Day Later – The Eve of the Event

Faith was driving home. All she could think about was sex, which just caused her to think about sex more. It didn’t help that today Jane kept going on about “after supper activities” for tonight and had requested little else in the meantime.

To attempt to keep her mind off of things, she kept trying to come up with ideas for what to do with the unused room in the upstairs of home. Maybe an office? She had drawn layouts and dreamed about big wooden desks to be bent over on. Or maybe a cozy book reading room with blankets and couches, to relax in after a good dicking. Or maybe at this point, just put a bloody sex room in, with an Andrews cross, and stocks, and a paddling bench. It didn’t matter what it was for, so long as Jane was there too.

Reed was fun, but mostly in a sexual way. They had not had physical contact through this whole event, which just made it even more palpable. She imagined him as this hulking, sweaty mechanic man about to rip off her leggings and pound her with his thick, mouthwatering cock. But the real icing on the cake was Jane’s influence on the whole event. Seeing how wet she was, even if she tried to hide it a little bit.

Faith pulled into home, exhausted from work, but also from how taxing edging all day can be. She got out, letting the cool air hit her face, and walked up with her bag to the door. Just before opening it however, she noticed a note tapped to the door.

Faith:

1.     Strip.

2.     Enter

3.     Put on things in dish.

4.     Kneel facing the door.

5.     Wait

The feeling of arousal that she had been trying to suppress reared its head violently. She had to strip, before going inside? What about her clothes? What if someone saw, what if?... She bit her lip; how horny it made her was more then how careful she had to be. So, she stripped right then and there, outside the door, feeling the cold on her nipples. She did a little spin, giving a show to anyone who was watching, and threw all her clothes on the ground.

Following the note, she then entered, and no one was there. But there was a dish set up in the middle of the entryway, in it, was a plug, lube, a blindfold, and a ring gag. Faith was nearly cumming just from the excitement of it all, was this the night of the event? Was she going to cum? Quickly, she put in the plug, feeling how all the training she had had through this month had really trained her asshole as it ate it right up. She put on the gag, which forced her mouth open and drooling for any cock or fingers that wishes to explore it. And finally, she put on the blindfold, bending down and kneeling facing the door. She was a good girl, and she was expecting Jane to come and open the door and use her.

She was dripping in anticipation, both her pussy and her mouth were making a mess. She touched herself a little, and edged a few times, awaiting what was coming. She felt like a total whore, and she loved it. But then, instead of the door just opening as it would for Jane, the doorbell rang…

End of Part 2

Part 1 – The Contract

It was another damned night. A horrible date, stiff conversation, the only thing that made it more bearable was the stiffer drinks. Reed had asked out a girl he met online, only to find she looked nothing like her photos, and only seemed to want free booze from him. A shame, it took a lot out of Reed to go on a date in the first place. Defeated, he took a seat in his computer chair and booted it up.

A few more glasses of whiskey mixed with self-pity later, Reed flipped through his internet dating one or 2 more times. It had been a bit of a dry spell, not been laid in a year or more at this point. A few messages here and there but nothing interesting, so with a sigh, he began to doom scroll through Instagram.

A few folks from high school got married, whatever. A former flame is now married and pregnant, more whiskey. He kept scrolling, sinking deeper and deeper into his chair, and deeper and deeper into his drink.

He scrolled further, and came across a picture of Jane, his co-worker at “Randy’s Auto”. Jane and Reed were co-workers, though Reed worked on the cars, and Jane at the front desk. The ongoing joke between the mechanics was that Jane was there to make all the customers “Randy” and more susceptible to mark-ups. She did this job well, too well at times. Jane was tall, busty, and had flowing blond hair. Nearly everyone had thought about her in a sultry way at one point or another, only one problem, she was a strict lesbian. It had become a hazing ritual to get new shop workers to ask her out, only to get chewed out.

Reed had another problem, however. Jane was dating and living with an old flame of Reed’s from school, Faith. Faith was Reed’s first kiss, first love, though things just didn’t work out when he moved to get trade certified. Every time he saw Jane at work, he was reminded of Faith and died a little inside.

Scrolling Jane’s profile now, he came across a picture of both of them, at a waterfall, in bikinis. Faith was wearing a more modest 2 piece, mostly due to her job as a teacher, and Jane was… Well, wearing a small, red bikini, and left little to the imagination. Where Jane was tall and domineering, Faith was the opposite, small and petite. Jane could break her just by sitting on her. Jane was tall and blond, and all leg, whereas Faith was small, red haired and, well… endowed.

Now, Reed was just a man, not a particularly good one, but not a bad one either. Like any other man, seeing a picture like that, and knowing what might have happened after…. Well, he took a final swallow of his whiskey and tugged off his sweatpants. Tonight, old trusty would have to do, as he flopped out his cock. Reed wasn’t a bad looking guy, and was also “endowed”, maybe 6 foot, dark haired and clean shaven. Sitting in his chair, he looked like a far smaller man. After trying and failing with some porn, Reed simply jerked off to the thought of Jane and Faith, at that waterfall, asking him to take part.

After the loneliest, and saddest orgasm of his life, Reed simply went to bed in a drunken stupor, hoping to sleep off this feeling.

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Faith pulled into the well-lit driveway. As she turned off the car, she simply sat in the car for a minute. Work was rough today; test season was upon them and the amount of marking she had to do… well she just hoped she wouldn’t spill wine on the papers this time.

Pulling herself out of the car, and opening the door, she was invited in by the smell of spaghetti, and her favorite, garlic bread. Jane was treating her well tonight. Kicking off her shoes and jacket, she wandered into the kitchen, slid her arms up Janes short dress and hugged her from behind. She only really came up to Jane’s chest (not that she was complaining).

“Do you want to eat before, or after dinner?” Jane quipped, pushing her dress back down and returning the hug.

Faith blushed for a moment, “why not both?” she said, moving her arms up her dress again.

“Silly little duck, go set the table, dinner is nearly ready.” Said Jane, returning to the stove.

“Sure, thing Goose, I missed you today” Faith said half disappointed, grabbing the plates from the cupboard.

“I missed you too, how was work?”

“Oh, you know, kids were dumb again today. One of them didn’t like that I failed them on their weekly test and drew penises all over the chalkboard. I really don’t know how he thinks that will make anything better.” Faith complained, finishing up with the table, and pouring a little wine.

“Mmhmm, well we can’t all be as educated and high class as you duck.” Jane brought the pot over to the table, it smelled like Italian heaven, even though she was part-Irish. The only thing that looked and smelled more delicious was Jane. Faith had no idea how someone who worked in an auto shop could keep themselves from looking like a gremlin by the end of the day, but somehow, Jane did.

“Perhaps, doesn’t mean they can’t try though. Anyway, I was wondering, any thought as to what to use that room upstairs for? I was thinking about turning it into an office, or maybe a work room.” Faith said, wait a stuffed face of spaghetti. She looked up at Jane, who somehow even made the act of eating pasta sexy, God, she was so lucky to have her.

“I see even the civilized go back to being cavemen at times” She mocked; Faith’s face covered in sauce. “I was thinking I’ll just knock you up and it’ll be a baby room.” She joked.

Faith was equal part turned on by this notion and saddened as well. She had wanted kids for a long time, and the only downside to Jane, was well, the lack of a cock to make that happen.

“Come on Goose, you know I don’t like you joking about that.” Faith said, even though the prospect of getting pregnant got her really going.

“Who said I was joking? Maybe we’ll just get you a surrogate, or just get a man here for a few days, you’d like that anyway.” Faith would in fact like that anyway, being bisexual, most of her fantasies involved being used by both Jane and a man at the same time.

“Surely you can’t be serious…right?”

“Why not? We’ve talked about bringing in other people before, I might not like guys, but seeing you get wet always gets me going, plus we could actually get a baby out of this.” Faith was redder than the tomato sauce at this point, especially with how nonchalant Jane was being about this. She never did beat around the bush.

“Well… Maybe if you take the lead on it, I’ll trust you. You’ll have to pick a guy of good stock, and maybe more than a knuckle dragger. We’d probably have to make a contract of sorts and get a lawyer to...”

“Already done dear, and I’ve put my own… twist on it as well, have to make sure you and him are as fertile as possible after all.” Jane cut her off, having finished eating, she stood up to clear the table. “I already knew that you would want this, so I took the liberty of doing some pre-planning”.

Faith was shocked. Jane did pull stunts, but this was a little further than the others. On the other hand, Faith was so wet at the prospect of it all, and she was leaving a mark on the chair.

“I’ll start looking for someone soon, I might have an idea already.” She returned from the kitchen, and pushed Faith’s chair back, sitting herself on the table in front of her. “In the meantime, it’s time for dessert, so eat up little duck.” She spread her legs, and wrapped them around Faith, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing any panties. Faith eagerly dove in and began sucking her clit and getting her wetness all over her face. Faith always strove to be a good girl for Jane, and knew that if she did a good job, she would be rewarded.

Jane arched back, and took Faith head in her hand, guiding her on how to eat her roughly. She shoved her head back and saw how much of a mess they had already made, how eager Faith was, nearly cumming just by eating her out. She put her head back, and grinded against it hard, Faith eagerly kept up, and before she knew it, she was cumming hard on the kitchen table. She turned over, expecting Faith to clean up the mess she had made. Faith eagerly lapped up Jane’s juice, only in the process to really be making more. Jane again reached behind her, and shoved her head into her ass, making sure that she didn’t miss a spot.

Faith was breathing hard, and touching herself as Jane showed her where to lick. She cursed the fact that she was wearing pants, because she couldn’t get up yet to take them off, and really get to it. Finally satisfied, Jane stood up, turned around and told Faith one simple word.

“Strip.”

It was the word she had been waiting for.

Faith quickly started with he pants, unbuckling her belt, and dropping her pants and panties in one motion. She lifted her shirt, and quickly undid her bra, letter her large breasts free. Jane walked a circle around her, inspecting her prey. As she came around behind her, she hugged her from behind and leaned down to her ears and whispered; “I love you.” And plunged 2 fingers into Faith.

Faith audibly groaned at the sensation she had been aching for since she got home. She arched he back, as Jane continued to finger her, occasionally bringing her fingers up for Faith to suck clean. Jane got her right to the edge, and then stopped. Faith breathlessly looked at her, practically begging with her eyes for more.

“Before we get to the main chorus, I want you to read one thing for me.” She said, bending over just a little more than necessary to pull out some papers. It was the contract that she had mentioned earlier. “Skip to the last page.” So, Faith did, and as she read, the more excited, and more scared that she got. Jane was certainly creative, and this proved it.

“Sign.”

Faith looked it over, longing desperately for a touch. “Will I get to cum if I sign it now?”

“Not until your part of the contract is filled, so no. Either cum now, or play the game.” Jane handed her a pen, and Faith hesitated. She knew what she was going to do, but she wanted to cum so bad. She signed quickly and handed Jane the papers.

“Good duck, I’ll get everything else set up, for now though…”

Jane stood up and pushed Faith to the bedroom. Pushing her onto the bed, she said to Faith, “I’ve got a present for you tonight.” After a minute in the ensuite bathroom, Jane came back out with a new strap on, and a bottle of lube. Faith eyed it eagerly, knowing full well how talented Jane was with one of those. “Tonight, we are going to try to knock you up”

“Oh god yes…” The vibrating tip slid in, and the rest of the night was a frustrating blur…

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“Another day, another dollar.” Reed muttered to himself, walking into the shop. Last night’s bender had left him less the human today, thankfully it was a slow day. He nursed his hangover with copious amounts of coffee, and tried not to think about the date, or what happened after.

Partway into lunch, he realized he forgot to punch in at the front. Muttering some curses under his breath he went up to the front desk, where Jane was a familiar sight.

“I forgot to punch in, can you do it for me?” he asked Jane, and she looked up from her phone. She looked at him longer than normal this time, uncomfortably long and all over him.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yes… I’ll punch in for you, if you do me a favor.”

“Sure?” Reed was too tired for this.

“Would you impregnate Faith for me? You two did go out in high school briefly.” She asked, just as you would ask someone for a cup of coffee.

Reed honestly didn’t know if this was a side effect of the hangover, or maybe too much porn lately, or if he was so lonely that his mind was playing tricks.

“W-what?” Was all he managed to get out.

“Would you impregnate Faith for me? If yes then I have a contract I need you to sign, and follow to the t.” She passed him a small folder. “One copy for you, and one for me, sign both if you would.”

Reed looked up, reset his jaw, and opened the paper. “Is this like artificial insemination, or a sperm donation?” He flipped through, seeing mostly legal jargon that was not to focus of his brain at the moment.

“At least he knows some big words, not a knuckle dragger” she said under her breath, “No, we are talking about you fucking Faith, and me helping both of you be as fertile as possible.” She said, just a little too loud for the reception area.

Reed honestly can’t remember what he said. His head was spinning more than with the drink from last night. All he remembered was signing the papers, taking his copy, and going back to work.

He had 4 hours left in his shift, and they passed like 5 seconds. He didn’t see Jane for the rest of the day, and somehow, he made it home, although he barely registered that he was even driving. Getting home and settling on the couch, he flipped through the contract that he had signed.

Most of it was legal stuff, not getting custody of the kid, not having to make support payments, etc. But it was the final few pages titled: “fertility agreement” that really caught his eye;

Fertility Agreement Between Jane Greene, Faith Smith, and Signee

1.     The signee will keep themselves as fertile as possible. This includes;

a.      Maintaining physical health and cleanliness.

i.      No excess of alcohol or drugs

ii.      Keep away from stressors.

2.     The signee will not under any circumstances achieve orgasm between the time of signing, until the event occurs.

3.     The signee can and will be constantly “teased” at any time, in order to achieve maximum amounts of sperm.

a.      This “teasing” can be physical, mental or digital.

4.     The signee must check in once every 3 hours, excluding sleeping hours, with proof of sexual arousal.

a.      This will be conducted in a text group chat between the three parties. This is at xxx-xxx-xxxx

b.     The first “check in” will be conducted at 9pm on the day of the signing.

5.     The signee must follow any instruction, within reason, that Jane Green gives.

6.     If the signee achieves orgasm over this period, fails to check in, or fails to follow a directive from Mr. Greene, then the contract is void, and the event will not take place. All communication will cease, and a new party will be chosen to take the signee’s place.

7.     The event will occur on Nov 21^(st)

a.      The event in question will be breeding Ms. Smith.

b.     This has not and will not be disclosed to Faith Smith in order to encourage a feeling of surprise and fertile attitude.

“What the fuck have I gotten into?” Reed muttered. “I can’t jerk off? November 21^(st), that’s… a month from now.” As much as he hated to admit it, the thought of all this turned him on tremendously. Not just the thought of Faith, but the sense of command that Jane sent off.

He re-read the document and checked his watch. It was 8:43pm. 17 minutes until he had to check in. Thankfully, with the prospect of all of this, he was more then ready to check in. He took out his cock, jerked off, and set his camera to record. He got a little too into it for a check in he supposed, but stopped right at the edge, his cock starting to drip pre.

Now for the hard part, texting them. What do I say? Is it even real, or am I getting punked, or blackmailed? He took out his phone:

R: Hey, this is kinda strange, but I wanted to text before the first check in. Wanted to make sure this is real, because it seems too good to be true honestly. It’s good to contact you again too Faith, it’s been too long, though these are strange circumstances.

J: Its real, I’ll prove it, Faith is busy, so this can serve as our first check in with you too.

Jane sent a video, timestamped for just a few seconds ago. Faith was shirtless, and with panties moved to the side, riding hard on Janes strap on, moaning loudly as her thighs slapped Janes legs. Reed was having trouble not cumming already. He had never seen either of them naked before, let alone doing stuff like this. It was better than he imagined the night before. He watched the video several times jerking off before realizing it was exactly 9pm. It was his turn.

With great trepidation, he clicked send.

R: I can’t think straight after that, this is my reaction. [View Video]

J: Hmm…

J: You’ll do fine

J: Good Boy – No cumming, though I will.

Reed had a very long night ahead of him. He didn’t need to imagine anymore.

End of Part 1