SoutOrlandoMSTER

At first glance you couldn't tell she lived a dark lust-filled lifestyle, she was an attractive but reserved person, moderately shy but the type of person everyone liked and respected. She worked in a professional setting by day but at night she was a different person. She loved the idea of BDSM; she longed to have a master who would use her, the idea of pain, humiliation and total submission intrigued her but she couldn't bring herself to trust someone enough to try it. Her shyness would not let her reach out to a would-be master so she had to settle for being her own master.

She would go home at night and prepare herself just like she would for a real master, she kept no body hair, wore no clothing at home and at all times had a thick leather collar on her neck when at home. She had purchased many toys and used them on herself the best she could, her favorite was the nipple and clit clamps she wore when she was "bad" and being "punished." Although she could keep herself moderately satisfied in this way she could not bring the true helplessness and humiliation to herself, she also would have to stop her "punishments" much sooner than a real master would have just because she could not hold out under her own will power.

One of her favorite pastimes was to read stories of BDSM and then act them out on herself, she had limited success due to the fact that she could only restrain herself so far and still be able to release herself. She had a set of handcuffs and had gotten fairly good at putting herself in a "punishment" situation making it last slightly longer than she could have normally by having to release herself, which took time. She even froze the key in a large picture of water on a few occasions which forced her to wait until the ice had melted before releasing herself but the last time she had done this she nearly lost the key down the drain as she poured the water out (with her hands cuffed behind her back) so she was afraid of trying this again (she had thrown the other key away to stop herself from using it before the ice had melted allowing her access to the original key). She was feeling down in the dumps one night while reading a story of a lucky lady who had a real master, reading the things he was doing to her made her hot but at the same time all the more depressed. She continued reading story after story and finally stumbled onto a story of a woman having stinging nettles used on her. She read this story three times, each time bringing herself to orgasm dreaming of this being done to her. She decided to find some of these and try it out.

The next day she called in sick to work and went out in search of the precious nettles, she had found a picture of them on the net and printed it out so she could be sure of what she needed to find. She spent most of the morning looking with no luck; she had found a patch of poison ivy and made a wide arch around it remembering the last time she had gotten into it while wearing shorts. She continued looking for hours and finally gave up and went home. She found the site on these nettles again and began to read, it seemed the effects of the nettles were very similar to those of poison ivy. The ivy would last longer and possibly leave blisters and had the chance of spreading but other than that they were similar. She remembered when she had been hiking in shorts and gotten into it, she itched for days and finally had to see a doctor, she knew when she got into it what had happened but being a short day hike she didn't bring a first aid kit with her and used water to try to wash it off (this only spread it to her arms and hands).

It had been nearly three hours before she had been able to get home and wash thoroughly. She wondered what would happen if she put the ivy exactly where she wanted to put it, leave it to dry and then washed thoroughly to prevent its spreading. She was sure she could come up with the same effect as the woman in the story had, if she was careful she could limit how bad the effects were and keep it from spreading, she decided to try. She went back out (with plastic gloves and a plastic bag) and filled the bag with the ivy leaves. She got herself ready and (before she chickened out) rubbed a leaf (using another plastic glove to protect her hand) on her nipples and clit. She then quickly pulled the glove off and cuffed her hands behind her back.

As soon as she had her hands cuffed she felt the effects in earnest, she tried to release the cuffs as fast as she could (only to drop the key three or four times), she was going mad. She couldn't keep still which was making it harder to release the cuffs, she was hopping and jumping around doing anything she could to relieve the itching and burning on her little nub. She finally got the cuffs off, donned a pair of plastic gloves and headed for the bathroom. She had forgotten to put out the cleaning supplies before she had done this to herself (mainly because she didn't think it would be this bad) so she had to rummage through her cabinets finding what she needed and (although she tried not to) her hand went down to try to rub and sooth some of the itching and burning out of her nub.

She washed the best she could and then headed for the bedroom. She was in misery but heaven at the same time; she had never before felt anything this erotic or this irritating. The itching and burning on her nipples was bad but she was drenched due to the tingling sensations going on in her clit. She lay down and rubbed herself to two mind-shattering orgasms and although exhausted felt like she needed more. She tried to sleep but got very little that night, her hands were constantly on her nipples and clit. She woke the next morning very tired and in such a frenzy from itching she had to call in sick again. She used two bottles of itch relief lotion that day but still didn't get much sleep, she also was very aware that she had spread the ivy to other parts of her sex. She had a rash on the outer lips as well as inside of her pussy.

She was also becoming very raw from the constant scratching. The next morning brought no relief but she would either have to go into work or go to the doctors' office (the company she worked for had a policy that more than two sick days in a row required a doctors note as to the reason and time of return to work). She began to dress for work but quickly realized she would be unable to work without making a spectacle of herself, her bra was rubbing against her nipples and, although it did feel good, it was causing more irritation due to the fact she was already raw. She also knew her other hand would be glued to her lap scratching. She finally decided to call in sick and go to the doctor.

After calling in and making an emergency appointment with her doctor she began to try to come up with a story of why she had poison ivy only on her sex and nipples. She decided to tell the doctor she had used a leaf to wipe with after she went pee in the woods and hoped he wouldn't press her on the nipples being affected also. She got dressed (without a bra which she couldn't do at work) and headed to the doctors' office. She tried the best she could to keep from scratching while in the waiting room but it was not possible. She was called into the exam room and received a gown to wear after undressing. The doctor came in and after hearing her story (which he didn't believe) began to examine her. He first examined her nipples and then brought out the stirrups and began the gynecological scan. She thought she would go through the roof when he began moving her clit around inspecting it.

"Unfortunately you have scratched yourself to the point where I'm afraid an infection will start, I'm going to send you to the hospital where they will admit you and both keep you from causing more damage and help to cure this faster." It was like he had slapped her in the face

"Oh can't you just give me something to take the itch away and send me home?"

"I'm afraid not, you have open sores and urine getting into these sores will cause infection. They will have to put a catheter in and that can not be done at home." She slumped noticeably, she was experiencing the humiliation she thought she would love (and in a way this was arousing her), she knew at the hospital she would have a dozen people seeing her and knowing that this hadn't happened on accident. She heard him pick up the phone and begin talking to someone

"Hello Ted, this is Frank, I'm sending a patient to you, she has a severe case of poison ivy on the breasts and vagina area." She heard a long pause "no those are the only places she has it, she's scratched herself to the point that an infection from contact from urine is imminent, she's going to need to be immobilized and catheterized" another pause "ok, I'll stop by this evening to check on her, I just thought I'd give you the heads up so you can get a place ready." She barely heard the last part of the conversation, she was thinking about what was going to happen to her, she was wondering why she had been so stupid as to use poison ivy, all the while she was scratching herself. The doctor hung up the phone and walked back over to her "why don't you get dressed, do you have someone who can pick up your car?"

"Yes"

"Good, I'll have the nurse come in and get the name and number." He left the room and a few moments later a nurse came in, got the information and left again. She was fully dressed wondering what to do now when the doctor returned with two nurses "I don't want you to make matters worse so as a precaution we are going to wrap your hands in ace bandages, then Lisa here will take you to the hospital and get you checked in."

"Oh that's not necessary" and before she could finish he cut her off and a nurse grabbed each hand

"It is "VERY" necessary and will happen." The doctor took a few minutes to wrap each of her hands to the point where she couldn't use them to scratch and then the two nurses helped her to a car and Lisa drove her to the hospital.

At the hospital Lisa helped her out of the car and together they went to the admittance area, Lisa helped to get her checked in, it went quickly because they were expecting her and had most of the processing done already. After this they went up a few floors and down a long hallway to a very remote area. Here they were met by a few nurses and a doctor and ushered into an examination room.

"I know your doctor has already examined you but I must do so also since you are being admitted." The nurses helped her undress (her hands were still wrapped) and the doctor began his examination. She was feeling the sense of helplessness and humiliation she had dreamed of. Here were three females and one man all watching while she was undressed, examined, and then helped into a gown. She was then taken to a private room just down the hall; one of the nurses removed her gown and helped her into bed while the other two proceeded to attach leather cuffs around her wrists, the cuffs were then attached to a padded leather strap that went across her stomach. The doctor came in and one of the nurses helped him get the catheter ready and put in place while the other two removed the ace bandages from her hands. She was terrified by what was happening but also knew this was what she had always wanted. She was being restrained and knew she would be in torment from the itching. This was a medical setting rather than a sexual one but it was having the same effect on her. By the time the doctor had the catheter inserted she was on the verge of orgasm. She knew they all could sense this and they soon put a sheet over her and left saying someone would return in a moment. She lay there feeling the itching, she tried to move her arms but couldn't, she could only get relief by pushing her legs up and together as hard as she could and then moving her hips back and forth as much as possible (which wasn't much with the strap across her stomach). She heard a noise and looked to see the doctor standing at the door.

"This isn't going to work, if you keep that up you'll pull the catheter out of place." He walked to a cabinet and withdrew another padded strap along with a few shorter leather pieces; he pulled the sheet up from her feet to mid-thigh and attached a leather cuff to each ankle, he then told her to spread her legs and attached the cuffs to the leather strap. She couldn't see exactly what he was doing but when he pulled the sheet back into place she tried to move her legs and couldn't. He pulled up a stool and sat down next to her "I hope you understand that although this isn't comfortable and probably embarrassing this is for your own good, it is the best way to keep you from scratching yourself and complicating the problem." She only nodded her head "now lets discuss how this happened."

She told him the story she had made up; he looked at her and shook his head "I could possibly see the exposure in the vaginal region but that doesn't explain the breasts or the fact that you have no rash on your hands. When I examined you I looked at your wrists, there is quite a bit of chaffing there which tells me you have had some sort of wrist restraint on." She could feel herself blushing "also" he pulled the sheet down slightly to expose her whole neck "there is chaffing here, which tells me you were restrained here also. I need to ask this, were you sexually assaulted, if so we need to contact the police."

She shook her head no in terror, she knew he was trying to help her, how was she going to explain this without getting the police involved, she began to cry. "Its ok, would you feel more comfortable talking to a female?" again she shook her head. She was doing everything she could not to tell him but he was being persistent and telling her he had to notify the police if he felt a crime had been committed and he would unless she told him otherwise. Finally, with no other option she tearfully told him she had done this herself. He continued questioning her (he wasn't sure he believed her) until she told him why. She explained the stinging nettle story and how she hadn't found any so she used the ivy. When she was done she realized the worst humiliation she had ever felt. "I believe I can help you, you enjoy the feelings of vulnerability as well as the itching don't you?" she nodded her head; her heart was thumping in anticipation, wondering what was he going to do. He called to the nurse and she began to panic "please don't tell anyone else, oh please."

"I won't give all of the details but I have to tell them something or they'll call the police themselves and you'll have to explain to them what happened. I had you placed in this remote area because I thought, from the sounds of it on the phone, this was an assault and I wanted to try to keep the police presents as small as possible in the main hospital but I believe this will work now as well." He stood up saying, "I will be back in a little while, and I am ordering the nurses to not administer anything to you to relieve your itching, you will receive exactly what you desire, the feelings you are feeling now with the inability to stop them. Enjoy, and I'll be back to check on you in a while."

He walked out of the room as the nurse was coming in, they stood at the door looking over a manila file and speaking in low voices. She could not hear what they were saying but could imagine, the doctor made a few notes in the chart, put it in the holder outside of her door and they both walked away. She lay there thinking about what he had said; "true it was what I have always longed for but now I know what they mean by "be careful what you ask for because you might just get it."

To be continued...

Her skin seemed to dance in the light from the moon as it rippled through the room, the patterns matching the clouds as they rolled across the sky. Tied face down to the bed, her buttocks seemed to shine in the soft light, although I have to acknowledge that the post winter white of her skin probably had something to do with it. Not that I minded, with skin like that she marked quickly and easily. I quite liked the way her bum almost glowed after a spanking.

Right now however, her squirming was almost hypnotic as her body constantly shifted within the confines allowed by the rope tying her to the bed, her buttocks seemingly in continual motion as the vibrator inside her continued unyielding rhythm. Cycling through random program, the intensity of its motion shifted on a regular basis. It might not make her cum, but it would certainly keep her aroused.

Helping that process were the nipple clamps currently squeezing her nipples, marginally on the inside edge of being just too painful, and the occasional soft caress I gave her whenever I wandered past. Maybe most women would have found the pleasure / pain ratio a little too one sided, but I knew I had the mix about right for her.

She had been in this position for a good 40 minutes. I figured I would keep her there for at least another 20 just to round out the hour. To mess with her head I had already whispered gently in her ear that only 15 minutes had elapsed since I tied her to the bed and inserted the vibrator inside her. Knowing how wet she got in these situations I had taken the liberty of strapping it to her, there was no possibility of it coming out by accident.

After a defined period I would usually release her, then fuck her hard, biting and scratching her body, until I came deep inside her. That would usually trigger a similar response from her, although if I was brutally honest that was just a bonus, she was here for my pleasure.

The last time I took her in this manner she'd cum like a banshee, screaming obscenities in my ear and digging her nails into my skin as the pleasure and pain pushed her over the edge.

Tonight though I had something different planned.

Standing by the edge of the bed I reached out to lightly stroke my fingers down her back. She jumped at the touch of my fingers, then pushed her bum as high her bound limbs would allow as if yearning for me to have access to her body. I reached down to her bum and into her partially open thighs, feeling the wetness of her juices that had spread across her groin and down her legs, almost to her knees.

After smearing her own scent across her mouth and eyes I reached back down to the vibrator and pushed it in as far as it would easily go, generating a moan followed by a plea to fuck her. "Hmm" I whispered in her ear, "you want me do you" I queried softly.

Her reply, whilst positive, didn't really meet expectations so I slapped her ass hard, three times, and left the room, leaving her to her own devices, well really a device in this case.

After about 10 minutes I came back to the doorway. I could see my handprint on her ass moving back and forth as her body continued to gyrate on the bed. Moving back to her I ran my fingers along the outside of cunt, getting them thoroughly wet. I then teased her ass with my fingers as I slowly inserted my index finger into her ass, with only her excretions as lubricant.

As I suspected that was enough, suddenly my finger was deep inside her. Inserting two fingers inside her started to open her up; at the same time she started pushing back in time with my thrusts. I continued this until the ring of my cell distracted me. Withdrawing my fingers, I positioned them in from of her mouth waiting for her to suck them clean. I was gratified to see that she did so almost immediately.

I left the room to answer my phone, as I suspected it was to announce the delivery of my surprise. Buzzing open the access door for the apartment complex, I waited for the knock on the door. I opened the door to see an attractive blonde in brown boots and a shirtdress, obviously trying for corporate chic. Tall, well endowed, with long hair, she looked very "fit".

"Excellent", I thought, she was exactly what I had requested. In essence she was the opposite of my slut tied to the bed who was a brunette, had small breasts and was medium height only in heels.

She smiled as I opened the door, trying to be coy, despite the hardness of her eyes. "Do I meet your expectations?" she queried, "Absolutely" I responded as I let her in to the unit. Having a prior history and credit with her agency meant that we didn't need to go through the usual administrative arrangements of cost and ground rules.

I turned around after closing the door to see she had already unbuttoned her shirtdress. Her body was athletic rather then model skinny, nicely toned and tanned. She stood approx 6' and the boots only contributed a couple of inches to that total. She was wearing Italian style lingerie and looked damm good! Her crowning glory was undoubtedly the impressive cock she appeared to have tucked into her panties. I smiled to myself as she asked "are you my bitch?".

"Not me darling" I replied, "but follow me". I led her to the bedroom were my slut was still in her seemingly perpetual squirming motion. I knew she had a long held fantasy of sex with another woman, albeit from a more dominant position. Too bad, I thought, this was my fantasy.

"She's yours for the next hour" I whispered in her ear. "I don't care what you do to her as long as she gets to cum hard at least once every 20 minutes and she doesn't need to go to hospital afterwards. The only other things you need to know is that she likes pain and has no idea you are here".

A half smile flashed across her face as she contemplated the situation and its inherent possibilities. It was a smile that promised both pain and pleasure for my slut and hinted at the depths of her depravity.

"Will you be joining us?" she whispered back. "Almost certainly" I advised, "but not immediately". "Understood" she replied, "why don't you sit on the Ottoman and watch until you want to play".

The Ottoman was in the corner diagonally facing the bed. As a result it had a perfect view of both the bed and the mirrored built in cupboards at the end of the room. I sat down in anticipation of a good show. I was eager to see if she was able to meet my expectations as articulated to her agency, specifically I wanted an attractive experienced dominatrix with defined physical attributes i.e. big tits and a bigger cock to transform my slut into mindless quivering trannie's whore, desperate for her next orgasm.

Standing behind the bed, looking down on my slut, my hired Dom seemed to freeze for a time as she absorbed the image of my slut tied face down to the bed, still squirming against the vibrator. In reality it was probably only a couple of seconds, but for some reason it seemed longer. The slowly and very deliberately she reached out and gently ran her fingernails over my slut's lower back, causing her to jump.

"Master" she queried slowly as if she wasn't sure if it was my touch. Motioning me to stay silent, the blonde Dom stepped out of her shirtdress and straddled my slut's legs. In the mirrored cupboards behind the bed I could see her panties stretched tight against her ass. She leaned forward draping her large breasts across my slut's back and whispered in her ear "your master has given you to me to play with, I think we should begin".

My slut lay still underneath the blonde Dom, motionless for the first time in almost an hour. Her mind was no doubt racing, whilst we had played some rather intense BDSM games previously, it had always been limited to the two of us. "Master" she called out again, uncertainty throughout her voice.

Her query was interrupted by the blonde Dom abruptly shifting position so she was sitting behind my slut and commencing to spank my slut's ass. I watched with interest as she varied the impact of her hand until her ass was bright red. Every once in a while she landed directly on the base of the vibrator, causing it to thrust even deeper inside. Thirty seconds and maybe 60 spanks later she ceased, the reached forward to grab my slut's hair and pulled her head back so her neck was fully extended.

Leaning forward she whispered "I didn't give you permission to speak, don't cross me again", the message being all the more ominous due to the quiet intensity of its delivery. "Until I give you back to your Master" she continued, "you can call me Mistress Veronica".

Veronica reached her arm around my slut's body and ran her hand over the body underneath her. Discovering the nipple clamps she grinned and gave pulled them individually away from my slut's body, causing the nipples to extend almost two inches longer then normal. Moving her hand down to my slut's cunt she repeated the process with her clit, causing my slut to cry out.

"I told you not to cross me," Veronica said in a stern voice. Standing up behind my slut she quickly removed her silk panties and forced them inside my slut's mouth, effectively gagging her. Her penis, approx 8 1/2 inches long, was longer then mine and stood in stark contrast to the rest of her firm, but definitely feminine body. I was looking forward to my slut's reaction when she realised that Mistress Veronica was more she appeared.

Releasing my slut's legs from her restraints, Veronica pushed into her into one of my favourite positions, her arms still restrained, her forehead on the pillow, on her knees with her bum in the air. Rubbing her hand across my slut's cunt and inner thighs she effectively lubricated her fingers and started to finger fuck my slut's ass, two fingers thrusting all they way in and out, opening her ass like I had earlier.

At first I thought Veronica was planning on penetrating my slut's ass with cock, hard and fast to underline the shock of her trannie dick piercing into her. Instead she surprised me by releasing the strap on and swiftly withdrawing it from my slut's cunt whose moan of disapproval was painfully obvious through her panty gag.

"So you want it back do you," said Veronica who had obviously expected such a reaction, and inserted the thoroughly wet vibrator into my slut's ass. Pushing firmly, but not violently, she inserted the vibrator about 4 inches into my slut's ass. Slapping her on the ass, Veronica then instructed my slut to grind backwards until another couple of inches inside her. I watched, both fascinated and pleased, as my slut complied, thrusting backwards as she fucked herself along the full length of the vibrator, still held in place by Mistress Veronica.

Satisfied the vibrator was deep enough to remain inside my slut's ass, Mistress Veronica now her attention to her cunt. Counting as she went, she slide two, then three then four fingers into my slut's cunt, alternating between slow deep and hard and fast thrusts. She then looked to me and smirked, "it's time to fist the bitch".

The thought of being fisted was obviously all my slut needed to push her over the edge and she began to cum, almost violently, as she squirmed back even faster against the vibrator in her ass and Veronica's fingers. The end result of her orgasm was my slut still on her knees, slumped on the bed with Veronica's fist embedded inside her cunt.

Veronica began to move her fist slowly inside my slut, expanded her range of movement until she was able to rock her forwards and back a couple of inches along her fist. At the same time Veronica began to lick the edge of my slut's ass around the diameter of the vibrator. This combined assault seemed to reignite my slut from her post orgasmic state and within only a couple of minutes of this double penetration she started to orgasm again. Less intense then previously, her facial expression reminded me of a nun in prayer rather then a slut in orgasm.

Nonetheless Veronica was obviously pleased as she whispered "good pet" to my slut. Withdrawing her hand from her I couldn't miss my slut's juices dripped from Veronica's hand. As if to reinforce her dominance, she dragged her cum soaked hand down my slut's face, then pulled her panties from my slut's mouth, telling her to lick her fingers clean.

As I watched my slut greedily suck the blonde Dom's fingers my erection grew even harder, I knew it was almost time for me to fuck my slut.

Veronica was obviously thinking similar thoughts, albeit from her perspective, as she released my slut and instructed her to role on to her back, but to keep her eyes shut. She quickly rolled into position, her feet planted on the bed, her knees up, the vibrator in her ass obvious beneath her cunt, which was still gaping open from the fisting. Just as obvious were the clamps around her nipples. Leaning forward, Veronica quickly released the clamp on the right nipple. The sharp cry from my slut indicated the intensity of the sensation as the blood quickly returned to the nipple, causing the colour to diminish slightly.

I was pleased to note, however, that she continued to keep her eyes shut until told otherwise.

Crouching between my slut's open thighs Veronica leaned forward to lick and then bite the recently released nipple. Judging by the sharp intakes of breath from my slut Veronica was obviously biting the sensitive nipple quite sharply. I watched as she wrapped my slut's legs around her hips. Now in position to penetrate my slut, Veronica's hard cock looked completely out of place against her athletic feminine body. Leaning over my slut, she whispered in her ear to open her eyes and look down their bodies.

I saw my slut's eyes open and her head shift forward to look. Veronica timed it almost to perfection; my slut had maybe one-second max to register to hard cock swaying between Veronica's thighs before it thrust into her. I could see the shock on her face be replaced with obvious lust and delight at the depravity of the situation.

Finally leaving the couch and I quickly removed my clothes and leaned over my slut, dragged my cock across her face. The intermittent sensation of her tongue and lips across my penis sent shivers down my spine. Her body shaking from the fucking she was getting from Veronica, my slut reached up with her right hand to position the head of my cock in her mouth. She started to suck me as deeply as she was able to, her tongue dancing in the air whenever my cock slipped out of her mouth due to Veronica increasing urgent thrusts.

"Get my cock wet," I instructed my slut, "I'm going to fuck your mistress". Below I saw a flash of opposition cross my slut's face, which quickly disappeared when Veronica started pinching her nipple telling my slut to hurry up.

"I was wondering whom you would end up fucking " she commented, slowing down the pace of her thrusts to tease my slut. Pulling my cock out of her mouth, I positioned myself behind Veronica, in between my slut's feet, and reached into her cunt to lube my fingers, enjoying the sensation as her body moved under Veronica's control.

In her kneeling position it was easy to start to finger the blonde Dom's ass. It was quickly evident she didn't need a lot of opening; her ass was a well-stretched highway. Holding on to her left hip I positioned myself to penetrate Veronica's trannie ass. At first it was difficult to enter, all I was doing was rubbing myself against her ass, then suddenly I was inside, not balls deep, but most of the way and moving in sync to the fucking beneath me.

Reaching around with my right hand I started to squeeze Veronica's tits, and particularly her nipples, pinching them hard between my nails at the deepest point of penetration on each thrust. Below me I could hear an appreciate moan from Veronica and an intense whisper from my slut telling me to "hurt her some more". I assumed she was referring to my pinching Veronica's nipple, but it could also have been her getting carried away as she absorbed what was effectively a double thrust fuck.

Fucking Veronica was good, but objectively the sensation didn't feel anywhere near as good as when I fucked my slut, in either her cunt or her ass. Feeling nasty, I quickly pulled out of Veronica's ass, and whilst she was still moaning in disbelief at my sudden withdrawal, withdrew the vibrator from my slut's ass and thrust it deep into Veronica, whose gasp complemented by slut's moans of disappointment nicely.

Repositioning both of then so the trannie Dom was on her back with my slut riding her from above, I entered my slut for the first time that night. Whilst I can't explain the reason, we slipped into sync immediately, her body squirming back against my every thrust, even as she continued to fuck Veronica.

Feeling my orgasm imminent, I reached around and quickly released the remaining nipple clamp, then whispered in my ear "cum for me slut" as I commenced to pinch her nipples, bite her neck and then exploded deep inside her ass. Still in sync I felt my slut begin to cum, seemingly for longer then humanly possibly as she squirmed underneath me, milking both cocks insider her. Despite mentally drifting in a post orgasmic state I was vaguely aware that my slut's squirming had also triggered Veronica's orgasm, which in turn generated further orgasms for my slut.

Disentangling myself from the bodies beneath me, I collapsed on the bed to catch my breath. The room was filled with heavy breathing and the almost tangible scent of sex. I waited calmly, enjoying the decadent atmosphere, secure in the knowledge that my slut's first action, once she emerged from her post orgasmic, almost catatonic state, would be to lick clean my diminished cock.

After that she would clean up Veronica who I must admit I was tempted to invite back, although next time I thought, I might give her to my slut as a plaything to have some revenge.

Now that could be another interesting diversion.

Her skin seemed to dance in the light from the moon as it rippled through the room, the patterns matching the clouds as they rolled across the sky. Tied face down to the bed, her buttocks seemed to shine in the soft light, although I have to acknowledge that the post winter white of her skin probably had something to do with it. Not that I minded, with skin like that she marked quickly and easily. I quite liked the way her bum almost glowed after a spanking.

Right now however, her squirming was almost hypnotic as her body constantly shifted within the confines allowed by the rope tying her to the bed, her buttocks seemingly in continual motion as the vibrator inside her continued unyielding rhythm. Cycling through random program, the intensity of its motion shifted on a regular basis. It might not make her cum, but it would certainly keep her aroused.

Helping that process were the nipple clamps currently squeezing her nipples, marginally on the inside edge of being just too painful, and the occasional soft caress I gave her whenever I wandered past. Maybe most women would have found the pleasure / pain ratio a little too one sided, but I knew I had the mix about right for her.

She had been in this position for a good 40 minutes. I figured I would keep her there for at least another 20 just to round out the hour. To mess with her head I had already whispered gently in her ear that only 15 minutes had elapsed since I tied her to the bed and inserted the vibrator inside her. Knowing how wet she got in these situations I had taken the liberty of strapping it to her, there was no possibility of it coming out by accident.

After a defined period I would usually release her, then fuck her hard, biting and scratching her body, until I came deep inside her. That would usually trigger a similar response from her, although if I was brutally honest that was just a bonus, she was here for my pleasure.

The last time I took her in this manner she'd cum like a banshee, screaming obscenities in my ear and digging her nails into my skin as the pleasure and pain pushed her over the edge.

Tonight though I had something different planned.

Standing by the edge of the bed I reached out to lightly stroke my fingers down her back. She jumped at the touch of my fingers, then pushed her bum as high her bound limbs would allow as if yearning for me to have access to her body. I reached down to her bum and into her partially open thighs, feeling the wetness of her juices that had spread across her groin and down her legs, almost to her knees.

After smearing her own scent across her mouth and eyes I reached back down to the vibrator and pushed it in as far as it would easily go, generating a moan followed by a plea to fuck her. "Hmm" I whispered in her ear, "you want me do you" I queried softly.

Her reply, whilst positive, didn't really meet expectations so I slapped her ass hard, three times, and left the room, leaving her to her own devices, well really a device in this case.

After about 10 minutes I came back to the doorway. I could see my handprint on her ass moving back and forth as her body continued to gyrate on the bed. Moving back to her I ran my fingers along the outside of cunt, getting them thoroughly wet. I then teased her ass with my fingers as I slowly inserted my index finger into her ass, with only her excretions as lubricant.

As I suspected that was enough, suddenly my finger was deep inside her. Inserting two fingers inside her started to open her up; at the same time she started pushing back in time with my thrusts. I continued this until the ring of my cell distracted me. Withdrawing my fingers, I positioned them in from of her mouth waiting for her to suck them clean. I was gratified to see that she did so almost immediately.

I left the room to answer my phone, as I suspected it was to announce the delivery of my surprise. Buzzing open the access door for the apartment complex, I waited for the knock on the door. I opened the door to see an attractive blonde in brown boots and a shirtdress, obviously trying for corporate chic. Tall, well endowed, with long hair, she looked very "fit".

"Excellent", I thought, she was exactly what I had requested. In essence she was the opposite of my slut tied to the bed who was a brunette, had small breasts and was medium height only in heels.

She smiled as I opened the door, trying to be coy, despite the hardness of her eyes. "Do I meet your expectations?" she queried, "Absolutely" I responded as I let her in to the unit. Having a prior history and credit with her agency meant that we didn't need to go through the usual administrative arrangements of cost and ground rules.

I turned around after closing the door to see she had already unbuttoned her shirtdress. Her body was athletic rather then model skinny, nicely toned and tanned. She stood approx 6' and the boots only contributed a couple of inches to that total. She was wearing Italian style lingerie and looked damm good! Her crowning glory was undoubtedly the impressive cock she appeared to have tucked into her panties. I smiled to myself as she asked "are you my bitch?".

"Not me darling" I replied, "but follow me". I led her to the bedroom were my slut was still in her seemingly perpetual squirming motion. I knew she had a long held fantasy of sex with another woman, albeit from a more dominant position. Too bad, I thought, this was my fantasy.

"She's yours for the next hour" I whispered in her ear. "I don't care what you do to her as long as she gets to cum hard at least once every 20 minutes and she doesn't need to go to hospital afterwards. The only other things you need to know is that she likes pain and has no idea you are here".

A half smile flashed across her face as she contemplated the situation and its inherent possibilities. It was a smile that promised both pain and pleasure for my slut and hinted at the depths of her depravity.

"Will you be joining us?" she whispered back. "Almost certainly" I advised, "but not immediately". "Understood" she replied, "why don't you sit on the Ottoman and watch until you want to play".

The Ottoman was in the corner diagonally facing the bed. As a result it had a perfect view of both the bed and the mirrored built in cupboards at the end of the room. I sat down in anticipation of a good show. I was eager to see if she was able to meet my expectations as articulated to her agency, specifically I wanted an attractive experienced dominatrix with defined physical attributes i.e. big tits and a bigger cock to transform my slut into mindless quivering trannie's whore, desperate for her next orgasm.

Standing behind the bed, looking down on my slut, my hired Dom seemed to freeze for a time as she absorbed the image of my slut tied face down to the bed, still squirming against the vibrator. In reality it was probably only a couple of seconds, but for some reason it seemed longer. The slowly and very deliberately she reached out and gently ran her fingernails over my slut's lower back, causing her to jump.

"Master" she queried slowly as if she wasn't sure if it was my touch. Motioning me to stay silent, the blonde Dom stepped out of her shirtdress and straddled my slut's legs. In the mirrored cupboards behind the bed I could see her panties stretched tight against her ass. She leaned forward draping her large breasts across my slut's back and whispered in her ear "your master has given you to me to play with, I think we should begin".

My slut lay still underneath the blonde Dom, motionless for the first time in almost an hour. Her mind was no doubt racing, whilst we had played some rather intense BDSM games previously, it had always been limited to the two of us. "Master" she called out again, uncertainty throughout her voice.

Her query was interrupted by the blonde Dom abruptly shifting position so she was sitting behind my slut and commencing to spank my slut's ass. I watched with interest as she varied the impact of her hand until her ass was bright red. Every once in a while she landed directly on the base of the vibrator, causing it to thrust even deeper inside. Thirty seconds and maybe 60 spanks later she ceased, the reached forward to grab my slut's hair and pulled her head back so her neck was fully extended.

Leaning forward she whispered "I didn't give you permission to speak, don't cross me again", the message being all the more ominous due to the quiet intensity of its delivery. "Until I give you back to your Master" she continued, "you can call me Mistress Veronica".

Veronica reached her arm around my slut's body and ran her hand over the body underneath her. Discovering the nipple clamps she grinned and gave pulled them individually away from my slut's body, causing the nipples to extend almost two inches longer then normal. Moving her hand down to my slut's cunt she repeated the process with her clit, causing my slut to cry out.

"I told you not to cross me," Veronica said in a stern voice. Standing up behind my slut she quickly removed her silk panties and forced them inside my slut's mouth, effectively gagging her. Her penis, approx 8 1/2 inches long, was longer then mine and stood in stark contrast to the rest of her firm, but definitely feminine body. I was looking forward to my slut's reaction when she realised that Mistress Veronica was more she appeared.

Releasing my slut's legs from her restraints, Veronica pushed into her into one of my favourite positions, her arms still restrained, her forehead on the pillow, on her knees with her bum in the air. Rubbing her hand across my slut's cunt and inner thighs she effectively lubricated her fingers and started to finger fuck my slut's ass, two fingers thrusting all they way in and out, opening her ass like I had earlier.

At first I thought Veronica was planning on penetrating my slut's ass with cock, hard and fast to underline the shock of her trannie dick piercing into her. Instead she surprised me by releasing the strap on and swiftly withdrawing it from my slut's cunt whose moan of disapproval was painfully obvious through her panty gag.

"So you want it back do you," said Veronica who had obviously expected such a reaction, and inserted the thoroughly wet vibrator into my slut's ass. Pushing firmly, but not violently, she inserted the vibrator about 4 inches into my slut's ass. Slapping her on the ass, Veronica then instructed my slut to grind backwards until another couple of inches inside her. I watched, both fascinated and pleased, as my slut complied, thrusting backwards as she fucked herself along the full length of the vibrator, still held in place by Mistress Veronica.

Satisfied the vibrator was deep enough to remain inside my slut's ass, Mistress Veronica now her attention to her cunt. Counting as she went, she slide two, then three then four fingers into my slut's cunt, alternating between slow deep and hard and fast thrusts. She then looked to me and smirked, "it's time to fist the bitch".

The thought of being fisted was obviously all my slut needed to push her over the edge and she began to cum, almost violently, as she squirmed back even faster against the vibrator in her ass and Veronica's fingers. The end result of her orgasm was my slut still on her knees, slumped on the bed with Veronica's fist embedded inside her cunt.

Veronica began to move her fist slowly inside my slut, expanded her range of movement until she was able to rock her forwards and back a couple of inches along her fist. At the same time Veronica began to lick the edge of my slut's ass around the diameter of the vibrator. This combined assault seemed to reignite my slut from her post orgasmic state and within only a couple of minutes of this double penetration she started to orgasm again. Less intense then previously, her facial expression reminded me of a nun in prayer rather then a slut in orgasm.

Nonetheless Veronica was obviously pleased as she whispered "good pet" to my slut. Withdrawing her hand from her I couldn't miss my slut's juices dripped from Veronica's hand. As if to reinforce her dominance, she dragged her cum soaked hand down my slut's face, then pulled her panties from my slut's mouth, telling her to lick her fingers clean.

As I watched my slut greedily suck the blonde Dom's fingers my erection grew even harder, I knew it was almost time for me to fuck my slut.

Veronica was obviously thinking similar thoughts, albeit from her perspective, as she released my slut and instructed her to role on to her back, but to keep her eyes shut. She quickly rolled into position, her feet planted on the bed, her knees up, the vibrator in her ass obvious beneath her cunt, which was still gaping open from the fisting. Just as obvious were the clamps around her nipples. Leaning forward, Veronica quickly released the clamp on the right nipple. The sharp cry from my slut indicated the intensity of the sensation as the blood quickly returned to the nipple, causing the colour to diminish slightly.

I was pleased to note, however, that she continued to keep her eyes shut until told otherwise.

Crouching between my slut's open thighs Veronica leaned forward to lick and then bite the recently released nipple. Judging by the sharp intakes of breath from my slut Veronica was obviously biting the sensitive nipple quite sharply. I watched as she wrapped my slut's legs around her hips. Now in position to penetrate my slut, Veronica's hard cock looked completely out of place against her athletic feminine body. Leaning over my slut, she whispered in her ear to open her eyes and look down their bodies.

I saw my slut's eyes open and her head shift forward to look. Veronica timed it almost to perfection; my slut had maybe one-second max to register to hard cock swaying between Veronica's thighs before it thrust into her. I could see the shock on her face be replaced with obvious lust and delight at the depravity of the situation.

Finally leaving the couch and I quickly removed my clothes and leaned over my slut, dragged my cock across her face. The intermittent sensation of her tongue and lips across my penis sent shivers down my spine. Her body shaking from the fucking she was getting from Veronica, my slut reached up with her right hand to position the head of my cock in her mouth. She started to suck me as deeply as she was able to, her tongue dancing in the air whenever my cock slipped out of her mouth due to Veronica increasing urgent thrusts.

"Get my cock wet," I instructed my slut, "I'm going to fuck your mistress". Below I saw a flash of opposition cross my slut's face, which quickly disappeared when Veronica started pinching her nipple telling my slut to hurry up.

"I was wondering whom you would end up fucking " she commented, slowing down the pace of her thrusts to tease my slut. Pulling my cock out of her mouth, I positioned myself behind Veronica, in between my slut's feet, and reached into her cunt to lube my fingers, enjoying the sensation as her body moved under Veronica's control.

In her kneeling position it was easy to start to finger the blonde Dom's ass. It was quickly evident she didn't need a lot of opening; her ass was a well-stretched highway. Holding on to her left hip I positioned myself to penetrate Veronica's trannie ass. At first it was difficult to enter, all I was doing was rubbing myself against her ass, then suddenly I was inside, not balls deep, but most of the way and moving in sync to the fucking beneath me.

Reaching around with my right hand I started to squeeze Veronica's tits, and particularly her nipples, pinching them hard between my nails at the deepest point of penetration on each thrust. Below me I could hear an appreciate moan from Veronica and an intense whisper from my slut telling me to "hurt her some more". I assumed she was referring to my pinching Veronica's nipple, but it could also have been her getting carried away as she absorbed what was effectively a double thrust fuck.

Fucking Veronica was good, but objectively the sensation didn't feel anywhere near as good as when I fucked my slut, in either her cunt or her ass. Feeling nasty, I quickly pulled out of Veronica's ass, and whilst she was still moaning in disbelief at my sudden withdrawal, withdrew the vibrator from my slut's ass and thrust it deep into Veronica, whose gasp complemented by slut's moans of disappointment nicely.

Repositioning both of then so the trannie Dom was on her back with my slut riding her from above, I entered my slut for the first time that night. Whilst I can't explain the reason, we slipped into sync immediately, her body squirming back against my every thrust, even as she continued to fuck Veronica.

Feeling my orgasm imminent, I reached around and quickly released the remaining nipple clamp, then whispered in my ear "cum for me slut" as I commenced to pinch her nipples, bite her neck and then exploded deep inside her ass. Still in sync I felt my slut begin to cum, seemingly for longer then humanly possibly as she squirmed underneath me, milking both cocks insider her. Despite mentally drifting in a post orgasmic state I was vaguely aware that my slut's squirming had also triggered Veronica's orgasm, which in turn generated further orgasms for my slut.

Disentangling myself from the bodies beneath me, I collapsed on the bed to catch my breath. The room was filled with heavy breathing and the almost tangible scent of sex. I waited calmly, enjoying the decadent atmosphere, secure in the knowledge that my slut's first action, once she emerged from her post orgasmic, almost catatonic state, would be to lick clean my diminished cock.

After that she would clean up Veronica who I must admit I was tempted to invite back, although next time I thought, I might give her to my slut as a plaything to have some revenge.

Now that could be another interesting diversion.

I love the sensation of your freshly waxed pussy against my face. The way it feels against my fingers, lips and tongue is a massive turn on. Almost as much of a turn on is the physical impact of the waxing on your groin. Your cunt looks almost vulgar with the red glow of the after-effect of the wax being torn off your body, especially your lips which look even fuller and a brighter red than usual.

Strengthening my desire is the knowledge that the only reason you had it first done was because I required it from you. It pleases me greatly that, like so many other things in the past, you subsequently incorporated it enthusiastically into your life.

Your list of new achievements reads almost like a sexual CV:

sex in public, be it against a warehouse wall or on a train between stations;
not swallowing my cum until given permission;
licking me clean after every fuck;
taking my cock up your ass;
becoming a bondage slut;
burying your tongue deep in my ass;
finger fucking your cunt at restaurants and cinemas until you cum;
fucking me like a high class whore whilst talking to your mother on the phone; and
fucking that Asian hooker who looked like a Japanese schoolgirl, whilst I watched.

I open my eyes and look up your body as you ride my face, my tongue flicking between your clit and cunt. I can see your breasts, small, but high and proud, your nipples currently squeezed between the clamps, the gothic type choker around your neck, your lips bright red with lipstick, your cheeks flushed with excitement as I continue to alternate between licking deep inside you and biting the lips of your cunt.

Shifting forward, I close my lips around your clit, at first sucking deeply, then gently biting it between my teeth. I lose sight of your face as you reposition yourself on my adjusting to the pressure on your clit. I feel your hands reaching down my body as you seek out my balls and squeeze back.

I keep the pressure on your clit as long as I can until the pain in my balls overtakes me and I release your clit. Backing off slightly, but still keeping your hands on my balls, I dimly hear your voice through your thighs and cunt surrounding my face, telling me to "Keep licking, slut!"

I grin internally as I squirm underneath you, trying to worm my tongue into your ass. Almost as if I am looking down on the scene from above, I "see" you reaching back with your hands to spread your buttocks to allow me maximum access. Almost immediately, my tongue goes from licking the rim of your ass to being half embedded inside it.

Trying to stay in position, I start to fuck your ass with my tongue while you push back against me. Trying to match your downward thrusts, I curl my tongue tight to penetrate as deeply as possible. I almost achieve this when I am suddenly licking the air, as you move away and assume your favourite position, on your knees, face buried in the pillow, your right hand between your legs and your fingers inside your cunt.

Through the pillow I hear your voice, muffled, but still full of desire, calling me to fuck you. I position myself behind you, between your legs. I start to rub the head of my cock against your lips, but do not penetrate. I feel your hand, slick with your own juices, against my balls, trying to drag me into you, but I restrain myself and continue to move the head of my cock against your cunt and ass.

Leaning over your body I whisper in your ear, "If you want it you are going to have to beg for it."

Changing position slightly I start to rub the full length of my cock against your open lips. They are very wet and my cock slides easily between them. I hear your voice, still muffled by the pillow, but clear enough:

"What are you doing? I need you to fuck me, take me now!"

Beneath me I am conscious you are now resting your forehead straight on the pillow and the fingers of your left hand are rubbing urgently against your clit, your right hand still wrapped around my balls. Your begging begins to sound almost like a mantra.


"Fuck me, I need it, use me like a whore, fuck me, don't wait any longer, just fuck me."

Teasing you I move forward slightly so the head of my cock is now inside you, but only just.

"Fuck me," you continue. "I'll do anything you want me to, just fuck me, I need you."

Suddenly the room echoes with your voice as you scream out "MASTER, FUCK YOUR BITCH!"

With one thrust I am deep inside your cunt, holding on to your hips. I commence to fuck you hard, trying to channel the violence of my thrusts down my cock and directly into your cunt and through it to your soul. Beneath me you match me thrust for thrust, pushing back and squirming down my cock as I thrust deep inside you. We continue fucking in a frenzy for an indeterminable period, until I feel my balls begin to retract and I am on the inside edge of losing control.

Obviously aware of my impending orgasm, I feel your hand leave my balls and move between my legs, your index finger trying to slide itself inside me. You are having trouble trying to maintain the intensity of our fuck and finger my ass at the same time, but somehow you manage to meet my every thrust and get your finger into my ass.

The sudden pentration pushes me over the edge and I bury my cock as deep as possible inside you as I explode in a series of massive pulses. Collapsing on top of you I bite the back of your neck, leaving a mark of possession. Looking at my slut I suddenly realise you haven't cum in your usually spectactular fashion. As if reading my mind you take the words from my mouth:

"Not yet, but we have plenty of time."

Rolling me on my back, you begin to clean my cock and balls with your tongue while I contemplate the best way to get you off.

Lost in the sensation of your tongue dancing over the head of my now sensitive cock, I suddenly wonder if you still have that bottle of maple syrup in the freezer.....

She is antsy, pensive; she came home with her thoughts reeling, and she cannot sit still. She needs to be taken out of her mind and put in her skin. No romance. No tenderness. No kiss. Just tie her up, beat her, fuck her, use her.

I tell her to strip, and she begins to argue with me.

Grabbing her by the neck, I say, "That wasn't a request."

"Oh," she replies and gets naked.

I grab her arm and put it behind her, and we begin to walk to the den. She is being mouthy.

"I really don't feel up to this." she says.

Giving her arm a bit of an upward twist, I push her forward.

"This isn't your decision," I say.

We enter the den, "Put your hands behind your back and your nose against the wall."

"But ..."

"Be quiet," I interrupt her.

She places her nose against the wall and her hands behind her back.

"Good girl."

I walk to a cabinet across the room. Unlocking the door, I retrieve the items I will need for this evening. Taking care that she doesn't see them, I lay them out on my desk.

"Turn around and look at me, and don't look around the room."

She turns to look at me.

"Now, crawl over here."

As she begins to crawl, I take my seat on the ottoman.

"Sit," I command as she reaches me.

She sits back with her knees tucked under her.

"Do you want to talk about what is going on in your mind?"

"No," she replies.

"Open your mouth."

She complies. Probing her mouth with my fingers, I feel her slide her tongue around them. Then she shuts her mouth and begins to suck. I pull my cock from my pants, and it replaces my fingers in her mouth. She begins working my cock with her mouth and reaches up to take hold of it.

"No hands. Put them behind your back."

Without warning, I slap her across the face. Shocked, she looks up at me.

"Is your cunt wet?"

With her mouth full, she nods.

I pull my cock away and return it to my pants and stand over her.

This woman, I know well. Her mind. Her body. Each such a prize. Tonight, it is about skin. I want her bound tightly, firmly, physically. With any attempt at movement, she will know she is fettered. She will have no choice but to wander out of her ruminating mind and feel the skin, the pain, the friction, and the impossibility of escape.

Pushing her down onto the ottoman, I straddle her. Facing her feet, I sit on her ass to hold her down. She struggles; however, there is nowhere for her to go. A length of rope is wrapped around her left ankle, knotted, then wrapped around her foot at the arch and knotted there. I repeat the same process on her right ankle and foot. While I secure her feet, she wiggles and squirms and complains that I am tickling her. This is not intentional. However, the hemp rope has little hairs on it that tickle her feet.

With two more lengths of rope, I wrap her legs by securing a rope slightly above each knee, taking care to firmly secure it without cutting off the circulation.

The ottoman is small, maybe 24 inches in diameter, and has five legs. I have positioned her so that one leg is aligned with her face.

To secure her to the ottoman, I affix the ropes just above her knees to the ottoman legs closer to her head with a simple knot that can be quickly adjusted. Then I secure the ropes around her feet to the legs farther back, again with a simple knot for quick adjustments. Secured in this manner, she can kneel but cannot get off the ottoman.

Pushing up from her ass, I stand over her, and she looks up at me.

"Kneel on the ottoman."

She struggles to her knees and then sits back on her legs.

"Good girl."

She smiles shyly and self-consciously looks down.

I walk over to her. Pushing her head into my crotch, I reach down and pinch her nipple until she makes a noise.

"Ooouch."

I wrap a length of rope around her upper torso in order to create a strapless bra. Guiding the rope around her back, I create a figure eight, passing the rope under one breast and then crossing it over the top of other, all the while ensuring that the scratchy hemp brushes against her nipples. After eight wraps, I secure the rope with a knot between her breasts.

The rope does not bind her breasts but accentuates their curves. Her soft skin looks pale next to the tawny rope, and my senses are filled with the scent of her skin and the aroma of the hemp.

Taking two lengths of rope, I secure one to each side of the rope bra. These will serve to hold her torso tight to the ottoman.

Taking her by the neck, I push her face and shoulders down.

"Put your face and shoulders on the edge of the ottoman."

"I don't think I can. It is too small."

While she struggles to comply, I take the ropes attached to the bra and secure them to the to the legs of the ottoman adjacent to her torso.

To secure her in the form that I desire, I tie each of the ropes binding her to the ottoman. I tighten the ropes fastened to her knees so they pull her knees to the edge of the ottoman, then I secure rope between her knees in order to keep them from slipping off.

"That's what I want. Your cunt open for me to use."

With her legs secured, I tie the ropes at her feet to the legs of the ottoman.

"Put your arms behind your back."

I slowly wrench her upper torso towards her legs. With each tug of the rope, she is moved back an inch. A couple of tugs on the right and then a couple of tugs on the left bring her shoulders flat to the ottoman and her torso back as far as possible, I secure the ropes with a good solid knot. Her shoulders are on the ottoman, but her head hangs down. This allows me to use her mouth as I desire, and her ass is high with both holes exposed for use.

The ottoman has wheels, allowing me to spin her around as desired. I take a seat in the chair adjacent to the ottoman and spin her around so she is facing me.

I look at her. "Hi, how are you doing?"

She begins to answer.

"It is rhetorical," I interrupt her. "Give me your left hand."

She raises her hand, and I secure the last piece of rope to it, securing it tightly to the leg directly below her. As I tie the left hand, she raises her right hand in anticipation.

"No. I am going to leave it free. You are going to punish yourself."

I rotate the stool slightly and with my foot, push it into the middle of the room. She yelps.

Secured in this manner, she takes on the form of a high-heeled pump, her head being the toe and her ass and legs the heel. She looks wonderful restrained and under my control.

Getting up from the chair, I straddle her. Reaching down, I give her ass a good squeeze, and she squirms between my legs.

"This will get your mind off things."

I lower my body, pressing into her, and begin to pat her ass lightly, alternating between cheeks. Her skin is cool under my palm. Soon, it begins to warm to my touch, and I go from patting to smacking. With the increased intensity, she begins to struggle against the restraints and me.

Now that her ass is nice and red, I slide a finger into her wet cunt.

"Fuck ..." comes from her.

With her in this position, I am able to probe her pussy deeply. She is wet, hot, and tight. Standing, I move behind her and slide two fingers deep, and I am able grind the pads of my fingers into her g-spot. The spot is swollen under my fingers. With each press, she grinds into my fingers and moans.

"Fuck, I want to come." she says.

I reach down and grab a handful of her hair. "Not yet," I say, and slide a third finger into her tight hole.

I turn the ottoman with my fingers inside her and push her over to the leather chair. As she approaches the chair, she raises her head so it comes to rest on the chair. I step over her and the ottoman and sit down with her head between my legs.

Unbuttoning my pants, I pull out my cock and begin jacking off with a handful of her hair. Pulling her head up by her hair, I lower her onto my hard cock. Her mouth is warm and wet. However, fettered as she is, she can't move much. I pull my cock from her mouth and spin her around.

There in front of me is her beautiful smooth cunt, her lips and clit protruding. I reach between her legs and grasp her hooded clit between my thumb and forefinger. She is wet, and it is difficult to hold her.

"Should I give it a squeeze?"

"No," she replies.

With her words, I squeeze her clit. She moans. Pain? Pleasure? As I release her clit, she moans again. My grasp has moved from her clit to her lips, which I pull and stretch as much as I can.

"Fuck ..."

"Do you want me to eat your cunt?"

"God ... yes!" she exclaims.

"Well, you will need to earn that."

Rising to my feet, I push her away from me and pick up a rattan cane. Sliding the cane along her back as I step in front of her, I brush her face with the cane.

"Stick out your tongue."

I drag the cane across her tongue.

"Wrap your tongue around it."

She does so, and I slowly pull it from her tongue.

"I want to see you cry."

My statement opens her eyes, and she glares at me.

"Please. ... No."

Positioning myself behind her, I slide the cane between her legs, pressing it beside her clit and stroking it as if bowing a violin. On the backstroke, I allow the cane to cross the hood of her clit, and she gasps. Why? Perhaps the pleasure is too intense or perhaps she fears a splinter from the cane, no matter how unlikely. Like all my possessions, the cane is well cared for.

I crack her on the ass with the cane. Not hard, just a quick little smack. She jumps in response, more then the smack warrants. She is a bit surprised. Pulling back the cane, I whip it through the air. She jumps with the sound even though I don't strike her.

With the next whipping sound, I strike her ass harder then before. She yelps.

"Please," she whimpers.

"Please, what?"

"Please don't use the cane on me. I will be good."

"I don't remember saying you weren't good."

And I deliver another strike of the cane. This is a heavier blow, and it leaves a telltale mark across her right cheek.

"Fuuuck ..." comes from her.

I smack her again.

"Pleeease ..."

"If you are not quiet, it is going to get harder."

She screams with the next strike and struggles against the rope.

I kneel and turn her around so that I can see her face. I give her a light slap to gain her attention.

"Shove your right hand into your mouth. Deep. I want you quiet."

She complies and begins to slowly insert her hand into her mouth.

"Deeper."

She forces her hand deeper.

"Good girl."

Rotating the ottoman, I give my attention to her ass and cunt. I slide two fingers into her. She is soaked. She may say she hates pain, but her body says otherwise.

With my fingers in her, I begin to smack her with the cane. I deliver four quick blows to her ass. I can hear her breathing around her hand. Then, I apply a couple of smacks to the back of each of her thighs. As the cane strikes her skin, I grind my fingers into her g-spot, and her cunt tightens around my fingers.

"That is going to leave a mark. No short skirts for a while."

Next I apply a couple of whacks across the shoulders. Changing strike locations keeps her off guard. Quickly, I give her four more hard ones on her ass as I shove a third finger into her.

I slow the pace with deep steady penetration of her pussy. I look down at her. Her hand is covered in her drool, which is puddling on the floor.

"Remove your hand from your mouth."

She moans with the removal of her hand, and I smack the sole of her foot.

"Fuuck ..." she screams.

"I want you to rub your clit. But you can't come."

Snaking her hand between her legs, she begins to touch herself.

"Will you do what I ask?"

"Yes," she quietly replies.

"What?" I say as I smack the sole of her foot even harder.

"Shiiit. ... Yes. I will do what you ask." She screams.

"Good girl. I want you to slap your pussy for me. Begin slowly."

She moves from rubbing to slightly slapping her pussy. All the while I continue to fuck her slowly with my hand.

"I want you keep rhythm with my tapping of your feet with the cane."

I begin tapping the cane on the bottom her feet. Lightly, in a nice slow rhythm. Quickly, her slapping falls in line with my tapping.

"When you make a mistake and fall out of rhythm with me, you will have to pinch your clit."

She matches my tempo as I slowly increase the rhythm.

Initially the rhythm is a simple 4/4 beat. Then I change it to a waltz. 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3. And she matches my rhythm. The cane, her slapping, and my hand fucking are perfectly aligned in a perverse waltz of smack, slap, and invade.

Again, I increase the rhythm. Her slapping increases along with her breathing. Then I abruptly stop tapping her with the cane. She continues for a few counts and then realizes that she has made a mistake.

"OK. Let me see you pinch that clit."

I peer down at her hand grasping for her clit. She gives it a quick, gentle pinch.

"No. That is not going to do. You can do it, or I can do it." I give the sole of her foot a hard smack.

She finches "No."

"Now grab your clit."

She reaches between her legs, taking hold of her clit.

"Now squeeze."

"Ohh, fuuck."

"Squeeze harder and hold it."

"Goddd. Fuuck."

I crack her on the ass with the cane.

"I am going to come."

"Stop."

She releases her clit, and I smack her ass hard with the cane. The sensation has left her body quivering against the ropes.

I toss the cane aside, making her jump at the sound of it striking the floor. She begins to cry and heaves a bit. Then the tears flow. Removing my hand from her, I kneel near her face and brush back her hair. Her face is full of snot and spit and tears.

"It is OK. Just let it go. Don't think. Feel for a change."

"Do you want to come?" I ask.

She nods her head.

I sit on the edge of the chair and pull the ottoman close in front of me. The slapping has left her pussy swollen and deeply red. I lean in and give her a long lick, starting at her clit. Taking her lips into my mouth, I begin to suck and tug on them. With each tug, she moans, and with what little movement is afforded to her, she attempts to grind into my face.

"Take your hand, and pull your hood back, I want to get to your swollen clit."

"It is too sensitive."

"Would you prefer my belt or the cane?"

Quickly, her hand slides in between her legs, exposing her clit. I feel that little hard nub against my tongue, and I encircle it with my lips and suck on it. She moans and grinds with my sucking.

"Fuuck ... me," she exclaims.

In this position, her hole is almost vertical, and I shove a couple of fingers into her as I continue licking and sucking on her clit. My lips are soaked with her juice and my spit. I take a long lick as I back off, saliva drooling between us, and my fingers are just gliding in and out of her cunt. I just love fingering a woman.

I withdraw my fingers and then slowly push them deep back into her, watching her lips roll into her along with my fingers, which tug on the hood of her clit. Then I insert another finger, now four, and fuck her harder.

"You can come when you want."

"Thank you."

With my hand fucking her hole, I lick her clit harder, faster. I suck on it and tug on it as she moans and struggles to keep her hand pulling her hood back.

With one deep stroke of my hand, she begins to come. Her muscles tighten and squeeze my fingers, and I have to force them into her and hold them there.

"I am coming!" she exclaims.

I continue sucking and licking her clit, and she tries to pull away from me. However, the ropes will not allow her. She removes her hand from holding her hood back in a vain attempt to protect her clit. I continue sucking and tugging on her. With her orgasm receding, I again begin to fuck her with my hand. The orgasm has left her cunt more relaxed, and I can fuck it harder and faster.

"Fuck ... Stop ... It is too sensitive. Please."

Within moments, her pleading changes to moaning, and she begins to come again. Forcing my hand deep, I hold her clit between my lips, sucking it and flicking it with my tongue. The last of her orgasm causes her to strain against the ropes.

I stand. Pulling my fingers from her, I shove the ottoman spinning to the middle of the room. I sit down in the chair, looking at her across the room. She is a soft shell of the woman who came home this evening.

"Now, I am going to fuck your holes, each of them in turn, and I am going to come deep in your ass."

She can't muster a word. She doesn't need to.

I remove my boots and socks and set them aside. Standing, I remove my t-shirt. Tossing it aside, I remove the belt from my pants and set it on the chair. Unbuttoning my jeans, I drop them to the floor and step out of them. My cock is hard, and the tip glistens with pre-cum.

Picking up the belt, I spit in one hand and begin to stroke my cock. It is hot with swollen veins. I crouch down near face.

"Stick out your tongue."

She doesn't respond.

I grab her by the hair, and she sticks out her tongue. I squeeze the fluid from my cock onto her tongue and then shove my cock down her throat. I feel her tongue struggle around it. She is not able to move much, so I fuck her face. Every couple of strokes, I pull my cock from her mouth and rub it around her mouth and face, then shove it back into her mouth. Pushing it deep, I can feel her struggle not to gag.

"Get it very wet. It is going into your ass, and all we have is spit tonight."

I pull my cock from her and force her to lick my sack as I stroke my cock above her face.

I brush back her hair and loop the belt through the buckle and pull it around her neck. I give it a quick tug.

"Perfect."

Holding the belt in my left hand, I position myself behind her. Her cunt and ass are in the perfect position for me to fuck.

"Use your hand on yourself, while I fuck your little hole."

In order to be able to penetrate and thrust without her moving away from me, I use the belt.

With the belt in one hand and my cock in the other, I rub the tip against her clit and lips, then I push the tip into her, pull it out and then push it in again. In one motion, I pull on the belt, choking her as I shove my cock deep into her. The belt muffles her moans.

I can feel her frantically rubbing her clit as my balls slap against her with my thrusting. Looking down at my cock violating her, I drool a large amount of spit onto her asshole. With my index finger, I start probing her tight asshole.

"Relax."

My fingertip enters her as she begins to relax, and I push my finger into her, alternating strokes with my cock in her cunt. Finger in, cock out.

"Are you going to come again?"

"Yesssss." She moans. "Please, fuck me harder."

Now two fingers are penetrating her ass on the same stroke. Fingers in, cock in. She is full and tight, and I drool some more spit into my hand.

"Tell me when you are close to coming."

"Fuck me harder. ... Please, fuck me."

My thrusts are hard and fast, while with each stroke, ropes press into her flesh.

"I am going to come."

With her words, I pull my cock from her cunt and my fingers from her ass, and I bury my cock in her ass quickly, without hesitation or care. She screams, and I silence her with the belt. I feel her ass convulse, and I begin to come. With each stroke, another jet of cum streams into her. My cum provides a little more lube, and I fuck her even harder until every drop is in her hole.

As my orgasm retreats, my cock slips out of her ass. I step back and take in the scene. Her holes are glazed with my cum and spit. She cries, as I begin to free her from the ropes. My aggressive use of her has caused the ropes to tighten, and I must cut her free. I use a pair of safety shears. With each cut of the rope, her body falls towards collapse. When enough ropes are removed, she falls into my arms, quivering and crying. I help her to the sofa, wrap her in a blanket and pull her close. As I wipe her tears, she nuzzles into me." Tomorrow, we will talk about things."

I feel her push into me in an attempt to merge our bodies.

The cab slows to as stop in front of my building, and the driver clears his throat. We quit making out and I pay him. We get out of the cab and walk to the entrance. I open the door, you enter, and I follow you. As the door closes behind us, I grab you, push you against the wall, and put my hand around your throat. I lean down and kiss you deeply and our tongues meet. As I withdraw my tongue, yours follows into my mouth. As I suck and bite your tongue, I grind my thigh into your pussy. I release your throat, you roll your head back, and I start kissing and biting your neck. I withdraw from you and turn you toward the stairs and, I smack you on the ass, assuring you of your position.

"Now get on up there, Princess!"

You run up the stairs to my loft and wait for me. I open the door, we enter, and I turn on the lights.

"Please pour me a drink. You know what I want."

As you pour the drink, I dim the lights and put on some music.

When you return I am seated in my chair. You hand me the drink. I take a sip and take hold of your ass.

"Thank you. Now strip for me. Everything but the corset, stockings, and heels, and do not take your eyes off me. I want you to watch me watching you."

I position you directly in front of me.

"Take off the blouse, fold it, and hand it to me."

You hand me your folded blouse, and I place it on the side table adjacent to my chair.

"Now remove your skirt. Just let it drop around your feet."

You unzip your skirt, and it drops to the floor.

"Now step out of it, squat to pick it up, fold it, and hand it to me. Make sure you look at me."

You step out of the skirt, squat down and pick it up, fold it and hand it to me.

"Very good, now turn around and look straight ahead."

You turn around. I lean forward and pull your thong down slowly over your hips and down your thighs, and let it drop to the floor. I remove your thong, and I know you can feel the cool ambient air against your pussy and my breath against your ass.

"Now step out of the thong, bend over, and pick it up. Slowly!"

You step out of the thong and start to squat.

"NO! Bend from the waist!"

You correct yourself and begin to bend over. Just as you pick up the thong, I command you, "Stop, hold right there, and look up at me."

We make eye contact and your face goes flush.

"Don't be embarrassed."

I lean forward and I kiss and bite your ass. You moan.

"Now stand up." I retrieve the thong from your hand. "Turn around, and kneel between my feet."

You kneel and I lean forward, take your throat with my hands, and kiss you lightly. From the side table I retrieve a black leather collar. As I place the collar around your throat, I whisper in your ear, "Are you my princess?"

"Yes," you reply.

"Are you my slut?"

"Yes, Sir."

With you on your knees, I lean back into the chair.

"Kiss me," I demand.

You shimmy up my body, put your arms around my neck, and straddle my thigh. You kiss me deeply, my tongue slides along yours, and I pull you close. My shirt rubs against your bare nipples.

I grab your hair and pull your head back exposing your neck to me. As I kiss your neck, I reach down and pinch and roll your right nipple with my fingers. You moan a soft moan. It is not so much a moan as a puff of air, a change in your breathing. However, I know the change. Now you begin to grind into my thigh. I quit kissing you and pull back. I look sternly into your eyes.

"STOP!"

You quickly stop the grinding.

"I am sorry, Sir."

All the while, I continue to roll your nipple with my fingers.

"Now stand up."

I lean forward and position you over my left thigh and the arm of the chair.

You feel the smacK on your ass. 1. smaCK 2. smACK 3. sMACK 4. SMACK 5.

"How many more do you need?" I ask.

"5" you answer.

"Count them off."

SMACK "1" SMACK "2"

I feel your body tense up in anticipation of each strike and relax after it is delivered.

SMACK "3" SMACK "4" SSMACKK "5".

I feel all the tension retreat from your body. I lean back into the chair.

"Come up here."

I help you climb up into my lap and pull you close to my side. You put your head on my shoulder. I stroke your hair and rub your warm ass.

"Do you feel better?"

In soft tones, you reply, "yes," and you nuzzle into my arms.

"Will you do something for me?" I ask.

"Yes, of course I will," you reply.

I pick up my drink and finish it off. "I want you to sit across from me on the couch and I will instruct you on what to do." You get up and start walking to the couch.

"Here, take my glass."

You take the glass, walk over, and sit down on the couch.

"Just put the glass on the coffee table, and please use a coaster. I want you looking at me at all times unless otherwise instructed. I may walk around and even turn my back to you. Even then, I want you looking at me. When I turn around you better be looking at me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir"

"I want you watch me watching you. Now take an ice cube out of my glass and run it against your nipples."

You comply with my request. The cold ice makes then hard.

"Look at me!" My voice firm. "Now put the ice back in the glass, squeeze your breast, and pinch your nipples."

You start squeezing your breast and playing with your nipples.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Now spread you legs for me."

You look at me as you spread your legs and continue pinching your nipples.

"Now take your left hand and feel your outer lips of your pussy."

You touch your pussy.

"How does it feel?"

"Smooth and warm, you reply.

"Now grind your heel of your hand right above your clit, and continue playing with your nipples."

You start grinding with your hand. You arch your back, roll your head back, and moan.

"Look at me! Stop, sit up right, and look at me."

I get up from the chair, turn my back to you, and walk away.

"Now spread your legs wide and take the glass and hold it against your pussy! How does that feel?"

"Well, cold. It felt good at first. But, now it is just cold."

"Now will you follow my instructions?"

"Yes, Sir"

I turn and look into your eyes.

"Now sit back in the couch."

You move back and pay attention not to divert your eyes from me. I position myself about five feet from you.

"So where were we?"

"I was pinching my nipples and grinding my pussy."

"Yes. Start pinching your nipples with your right hand. Pinch and roll then between your fingers."

I walk in front of you from right to left. Your eyes are transfixed on me.

"Now grind your heel of your left hand just above your clit."

You obediently start grinding into yourself.

"How does that feel?"

"Very nice, Sir."

"Good. Now insert your index finger into your pussy while you grind your clit."

I turn and look at you. Your eyes are transfixed on me and are a little glassy.

"How does that feel?"

"Wonderful."

"Is your pussy wet?"

"Yes, and very warm."

"Good"

I walk around the couch and your eyes follow me. You visibly struggle to keep me in sight. With an audible click, I unlock a cabinet behind you and retrieve something, deliberately keeping it out of your line of sight. I turn and walk toward the couch and position myself directly behind you. You have rolled your head back so you can look up at me and your head is pressed against my slacks, against my hard cock. I smile.

"You are so beautiful and I am a very lucky man." I kneel behind you. "Don't worry about looking at me."

I rub your shoulders and neck.

I whisper to you, "Now take your left hand and rub your clit."

I reach down, squeeze your breast, and pinch your nipples.

"Close your eyes, and hold out your right hand palm up."

You comply, and I lay the object in your hand.

"Now, open your eyes."

You look down at your hand, then turn your head and kiss me on the cheek.

"Thank you! Sir, it is the one I wanted."

"I want you to fuck yourself with your new dildo and continue rubbing your clit. Are you wet enough?"

"Yes." You reply.

"Well maybe you should lick and suck your new toy."

"Sir, I would rather suc --"

"Did I ask you anything?"

"No," you reply, and begin licking and sucking the dildo.

I pull your hair aside and kiss the back of your neck.

"Now insert just the tip into your pussy, and move it in and out slowly."

I continue to kiss your neck and stroke your hair.

"Now insert about half, but still use slow strokes how does it feel?"

"Really, really good. I would really like to s?"

"You are being a brat tonight. Please, just follow my instructions. Now increase the pace a little."

I am watching as the dildo goes in and out of your pussy.

"Now use the full length. Now, harder, and faster"

You pick up the pace and your breathing starts to change.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You know you have to ask me."

"Sir, can I cum?"

"Not yet. Faster!"

I can tell that it is difficult for you to put off cuming.

"Please, I want to cum!"

"When I kiss you and our tongues meet that will be the signal for you to cum. Do you understand"

"Yesss, I doo, Sir."

With my left hand, I grab your hair, turn your face towards mine, and kiss you. As soon as our lips meet your tongue rushes to meet mine and I feel your body tense and quiver as you begin to cum. You moans are muffled by our kiss. I feel the waves of you cuming, you arch your back, and I notice you are holding your breath. Our kiss ends with you taking a deep breath and quickly you turn and hug me.

"Sir, please hold me!"

I hug you tightly. You are still quivering.

"Here let me sit down."

I sit down and pull you close to me. I brush back your hair and give you a kiss on the cheek. I feel you start to relax. You kiss me,

"Sir, Thank you"

"Your are welcome."

"Sir?"

"Yes"

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"You already have. More then you know."

I tie you to the bed. Your wrists are tied to the headboard. You have those thigh restraints on, but they are not attached to your wrists. Your ankles will are attached to them so that you knees are bent. Then I tie your ankles to the bed to keep you legs apart. You are also blind folded. You are completely helpless to all of my whims. The will be no way for you to stop what I am going to do to you. Not that you would want to anyway.

Now that you are secured, I let you lay there alone for a while. Your imagination starts to go as you think about what I will do to you. A few minutes seem like an eternity to you.

I stare at your naked body laid out before me. You are absolutely beautiful. Your pale white skin with all those freckles is so cute. I can see you start to blush between your breasts.

You start to squirm around. Whether from restlessness or from anticipation, I don't know.

I trace my finger along the underside of your arm. You jump from the surprise. My finger moves down your side, over your hip, crosses to the inside of your thigh on it way to your knee. I start touching you in random places, you stomach, between your breasts, your pubic mound, your arms, your face, everywhere except your breasts and pussy. I love the feel of your skin. It is so soft and smooth.

I whisper into your ear, "How are you doing?"

"Ok," you respond breathlessly.

"That's good, are you comfortable?"

You nod.

"Good, because your going to be here for a while," I laugh sadistically, which makes you squirm all over again.

The first time I touch your breasts you feel my finger on the outer edge of it. I start tracing a slow spiral around it, moving towards the nipple. Your breathing gets heavier the closer I get to the center. Just as my finger touches the outer line of your areola, it stops moving inward. It spins around the nipple, but getting no closer to it. I pull my hand away and start doing the same on the other breast. When I get to the center this time, I give your hardening nipple a quick flick and then pull my hand away.

"You like it when I tease you?don't you?"

You nod you head frantically and croak out a "Yes" in a raspy voice.

You feel something very light touching your left nipple. After a while you realize it is a feather. You arch your back trying to get more friction from the delicate plum, but it doesn't help. It moves back and forth a few times and then moves away.

I leave you lying there a few moments and let you catch your breath. Then I reach over to the nightstand. Your first reaction to the ice cube on your nipple is a cry of shock. Your body starts to move around (as much as it can) but I follow the sensitive bud. I watch as the areola crinkles up as it pushes the nipple up. Your nipples are so beautiful. They are a pale pink that turns darker when I suck on them, which I start to do.

My hot mouth on your cold nipple is a wonderful change of sensation. You cry out now not from surprise but from pleasure as my warm tongue slides across the fridged skin. I suck hard on it and slowly let the nipple slide out of my mouth. It makes a popping sound as it escapes. I give it a couple more licks, and then I move the ice cube over to the other breast. This time I start on the outer edge of your breast and move inward like my finger did just moments before. The melting ice rolls down your side and onto you chest where it pools up. I bend down and lick up the accumulated water. I watch the your nipple get harder and harder the closer I get with the ice. Just as it is about to touch it, I pull the ice away and bring it to your lips. I rub it across your dry lips and then pop it into my mouth. I then kiss you and transfer the ice to you.

I hear you crunch on the ice. Once I am sure that you have swallowed all the water, I grab your right breast with my still cold hand. I rub it around your breast and I can feel your hard nipple poking me in the hand. As I do this I start to suck on your left nipple again. You cry out again at the double assault. I try to suck as much of your large breast into my mouth as my tongue sweeps across the nipple.

I stop again to let you catch your breath.

"Having fun?" I ask.

"Mmm-hmm" you say with enthusiasm and still a little breathless. "Are you?"

"Oh I'm having LOOOOTS (I tweak you right nipple) of fun?" Then I giggle maniacally.

My hands are again moving all over you body at random. This time I make sure to touch you breasts and give them a good rub or squeeze ever now and then.

Now I re-position myself so that I can see between your legs. I love to look at your pussy. Especially when you're this turned on. Your outer lips, which usually cover everything else, start to open a little bit. I take a moment to take in the site and to let you once again catch your breath.

I take my hand and, starting on your inner thigh just above you knee, bring it down towards you vagina. Just as my hand gets there though, it drops down and goes underneath and brushes over you butt and up the other thigh. I do this several times and sometime change my detour to over your pussy to play with the hair on your pubic mound.

I reach my hand under you and massage you rear. I love your cute little butt. I never miss a chance to grab it or rub it, even in public. You think it's too small, but I love it. It's a part of you, and I wouldn't want any part of you to change. As I pull my hand away, I pull it towards you pussy and ever so lightly rub it past your opening. I hear an "Oh Yes!" come from you as I do it.

I start to rub it, but only the outer lips. You try to buck your hips up to meet my hand, but you can't move much.

Then my finger presses its way between your outer lips. You let out a loud moan when my finger touches the entrance to your vagina. You are very turned on indeed. You are so wet and hot down there. I stroke the outer entrance and slowly pull my hand upwards towards your clit. A bolt of electricity hits you when you feel my caress on that super sensitive organ. I slowly rub my finger up and down the inner folds of your pussy.

I lie back down next to you and take your blindfold off. I love to see your beautiful green eyes when you in such a state of passion like this.

I start to lick your left nipple while I rub you down there. Suddenly I thrust two fingers into you and suck you nipple into my mouth at the same time. My fingers find you G-spot and start to stroke it. You scream out from the sudden attack of such intense pleasure. I piston my fingers in and out of you, fucking you with my hand. Your screaming raises up an octave.

Then I pull out of you and start to slowly rub you clit again. My finger goes all the way from you clitoral sheath, and down to the entrance of your vagina, and even sometime a little inside. Your breathing slows down again. I do this to you a couple times more.

I can feel your clit getting bigger and your breathing is getting raspier. I ask you if you are getting close, and you answer, "Yes."

I slow down even more. I go so slow that you can't go over the edge. I leave you on this plateau until you are begging me to let you come.

I now take two fingers and quickly circle them around your clit. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier. Suddenly your whole body tenses up and you scream. I bite you hard on the neck. You scream so loud, it hurts my ears. Your eyes stare off into space. You look like you are seeing a vision of Heaven. Your hands clench the bars on the headboard so hard that your knuckles are turning white.

After you come down from your orgasm, I untie you. You roll over to me and wrap your arms around me. "Oh my god?you've killed me," you say through half opened eyes.

"Just doing my job," I say and kiss you on the top of the head just before you fall asleep.

Jessica looked at her watch and sighed in frustration. 6:30 already! The happy hour had started at 5:30 and at this rate it was going to be at least 7pm before she got there. Not a good way to keep Patrick's interest in her. She'd promised to meet him at 6:00; he'd probably understand, but then again, maybe he wouldn't. They'd only been out a few times, so there was nothing to say that he wouldn't simply decide to call it off.

She clicked 'logoff' and pushed her chair back. Slipping on her sandals ? open-toed with three-inch heels ? she stood, smoothed her pleated navy skirt, and gathered up her handbag to head for the elevator. Her chestnut hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and as she walked, Jessica undid two buttons on her white collared top, instantly transforming what was professional attire into something quite sexy. After all, she did want to tease the boy.

Upon reaching the elevator, she pushed the 'down' button. Long minutes ticked by before the door opened to a soft chime. Shit! It was fully loaded, and she had to pass. Jessica waved to her friend Tracy, who was stuffed in the back on her way down from the ninth floor.

Minutes dragged past.

She was going to be so late.

She pushed the button again.

Surely he would be gone.

Nothing.

She pushed the 'up' button to see if that would get any response.

Again, nothing.

"Fuck this!" she swore to herself and scurried over to the stairwell. It was six flights down, but the door opened directly onto the alleyway that lay adjacent to the parking lot, her car, and her escape.

Taking off her heels, she ran down the stairs. She wasn't sure why she was hurrying so for this boy. Granted, she liked him and he was pleasant enough to look at, but she didn't really see it going anywhere. They were too different. But it was fun for now, and for a summer in a strange city that could be enough.

Besides, she hadn't been with a guy in a long time and it was really starting to get to her. There were nights she couldn't sleep because her pussy ached so from the lack of attention.

Three flights to go. Then two, then one, and then she was at the door to the alley. Jessica pulled up short, and sat down on the bottom step to give herself time to put her shoes on. As she fiddled with first one strap and then the other, she swore she could hear noises coming from just beyond the door. It was a strange noise, one that tugged at the back of her mind for its familiarity and yet defied recognition because it was muffled by the steel fire door.

Jessica moved slowly to the door, listening carefully as she went.

There...louder, naggingly familiar. It was so close...she knew it.

Something made her pause just before she opened the door. Beyond, she could hear a male voice say something. She put her ear to the door and could just make out the words: "That feels so fucking good, babe."

. Armed with that spoken comment, she was suddenly sure that she knew what the sound was ? her head snapped back, away from the door.

Whoever was speaking beyond that door was getting a blowjob!

Jessica grinned to herself in the half-light of the stairwell. No, it couldn't be. Beyond that door was an alleyway ? an open alleyway ? where practically anyone could see anything going on. Sure, there was one nook where the corner of the building jutted out, offering about five feet of protection, but only to people on the street. Anyone in the parking lot could see whoever lay beyond the door.

Curiosity is a terrible thing, she thought as she leaned forward once again. Thoughts of making her happy hour began to fade.

How wicked, she thought! Probably some guy with a hooker. Who else would be so brazen at quarter to seven on a Wednesday evening?

She should have walked away. The door to the main lobby was right behind her, and she was already late.

But she just had to know. Somehow the idea that someone was so brazen as to have sex in public like that was terribly exciting to her.

Gently she pushed in the bar that ran the width of the door. As it depressed, she could feel the latch give way. Jessica pushed the door open a few inches. She could see the alleyway now, and glimpse the briefest part of a woman on her knees. A blonde by the look of it, wearing some sort of sundress and high heels.

Jessica pushed the door open another few inches ? there, now she could see all of the woman. Kneeling before some as yet unseen man, his pants piled around his ankles while she lapped hungrily at his large cock. This was no porno; this was a real woman worshipping a penis that had to be at least nine inches long. It was heavy and thick, and Jessica could tell that it was quite a mouthful. But the blonde seemed eager to take it in, hungry almost to have it in her mouth. She was moaning as she tongued it, happily sucking on it, even as she stroked it with her left hand.

It was, quite simply, the hottest thing Jessica had ever seen. Always a fan of blowjobs herself, Jessica found herself captivated by the scene before her. It was so wanton, so unexpected for its intensity and its locale, that it caught her and held her fast with its spectacle.

She stood in the silent stairwell and watched for several minutes, admiring the sight of it all, watching the way the woman strained to take in the length of the man's shaft, the way she ran her tongue the length of him, and the way he caressed her face with his hands. Wet noises filled her ears, triggering fond memories of her own exploits.

Finally she looked up to see who the man was and gasped in surprise.

It was Corm! It was the head of her company!

He looked up at the sound even as she pulled back into the shadow. The wet noises of the blowjob stopped for a moment, and she could hear a muffled inquiry from the woman.

Corm's forceful response surprised and aroused Jessica: "You can stop sucking my cock when I tell you to. Until then, let me worry about whether someone has seen us."

The response ? a very enthusiastic "Yes, sir!" ? surprised her as well. Jessica had known Corm had a strong personality, that much was evident from the two times that she'd seen him speak to the staff during their weekly meetings. But to see him like this, so exposed and yet so in control, filled her with a curious mix of emotions. On the one hand she was embarrassed to have seen this side of him at all, and yet she also found the entire experience intensely arousing. She'd never really seen anyone have sex ? not in real life anyway. There'd been those awkward nights in the dorm when her roommate and her drunken boyfriend were busy grinding away, but lying on your siding with the pillow over your head until they were finished wasn't exactly erotic.

But this...

This was raw, sexual and powerful and yet intimate.

And so trashy. Her boss! With a hooker!

She knew he was married, had even seen his wife pick him up from work once, a blonde, she thought for some reason. Monica had told her the woman's name once...Katey or Kalie or something, she couldn't quite remember. Mostly she remembered being surprised by the smirk that crept across her boss' face when Monica had told Jessica about Corm's wife. It wasn't envy, just an affectionate smirk that spoke volumes about Monica's feelings towards Corm's wife; Jessica had wanted to ask, but it was clear that it was a private joke.

After a moment, she realized that the blowjob had resumed. Jessica lingered by the door, hesitant to look again for fear of being caught, and yet dying with curiosity to see who the woman was.

And, she had to admit, some part of her really wanted to watch her boss fuck this unknown woman. She'd long thought him to be quite handsome; she'd always been attracted to older guys, and his combination of rugged good looks, authority, and a sense of style had proved intoxicating to her the few times that they'd interacted. Each time she told herself that she was going to be the consummate professional, and each time she found herself aroused and nervous and doing whatever he wanted...and then suddenly adrift and slightly embarrassed when he moved on to another employee or a different task. So to be given this opportunity to see him like this ? especially now that she knew he was this well endowed! ? without any real danger was too good to pass up.

Before, the blonde relished her task, stroking the shaft with one hand while she swirled her tongue across the head ? only the head ? of Corm's cock. Jessica felt a heat rise in her as she watched the pleasure ripple across her boss' face. He was clearly enjoying his torment.

Long moments passed as she watched them. When the head became too sensitive, she began bobbing up and down on his shaft. The busty blonde knew just when to pause, and when to press two fingers against his perineum to slow him down. All in all, the blonde had Corm completely in her power ? a position of subservience Jessica couldn't even imagine for Corm.

This woman was clearly a pro ? just another reason she suspected that Corm was with a hooker.

What would it be like, she wondered, to be that woman? To be there before him, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him in her mouth. To be something more than just his employee? To have him notice her at the Monday morning staff meetings? To have him notice whether she was wearing fishnet stockings or whether she had one button undone or two? To be more than just the new intern. To notice that she favored a Tiffany's necklace that was shaped like a small padlock? To be his lover? To be called into his office for sex, reluctant at first and then eagerly yielding to him like the women in those stories she read online.

Before she was even aware she was doing it, Jessica pressed a palm against her vulva and began to gently push down. At the very bottom of each thrust her fingertips gently grazed her clitoris, which was already aroused from the sights before her.

The couple before her was flagrant in their lovemaking; sexual energy pulsed off them in waves.

Jessica mewed softly with each thrust, excited to be part of their sexual experience now and not just an idle bystander.

She couldn't act like that, like they did ? raw and brazen and public. She wasn't ready and she hadn't been invited. But here, from the safety of her little doorway, with one hand furtively rubbing her pussy, Jessica could imbibe a little of that raw energy, and draw it into her, allowing her to do wicked things in her own right.

Even if only as a spectator, she could participate.

She pushed down harder, increasing the sensation as she tried to keep time with the bobbing rhythm of the blonde's head. Apparently it was a tremendously effective technique, for it left Corm bucking his hips in pleasure and practically begging for release.

Jessica reached for the zipper at the side of her skirt. It was hard to concentrate, riveting as she was by the site of his cock in the blonde's mouth. They couldn't have been more than twelve feet away from her. His gasps were loud and ragged in Jessica's ears, inflaming her libido and hastening the onset of her own wet sexual sounds.

Suddenly, just when she was sure he was ready to explode, Corm jerked back, pulling his cock out of the blonde's mouth. "That's enough for now, pet. Time for your treat." He reached down and hauled the woman to her feet, laughing as she skittered a bit on her five-inch heels.

She had to be a whore with heels like that.

Jessica paused, the zipper undone, her fingers pressed firmly on her clit.

Corm kissed the blonde hungrily, a long kiss that made Jessica wet just to watch it. The woman seemed to melt into his fierce embrace, eagerly returning the kiss as she flung her arms around him. At last the pair broke off, both panting with lust and exertion.

The young woman watched as her boss spun his prize around so that he was behind her. She still couldn't tell who the mystery woman was, for the blonde's head hung low, golden curls falling down in front of her face. Corm placed both hands on the top button of her dress and pulled down savagely, utterly destroying her dress in his eagerness to get to the woman beneath. The blonde was totally nude, and from her hidden spot Jessica could see that she was totally shaved. It was a concept she herself had toyed with for a boy in college once, but had never really pursued in earnest. At the time it seemed like a lot of work, now it only heightened the woman's stature as a sex object.

Jessica ceased her movements and used both hands to shimmy out of her skirt, working it down and over her hips before letting it drop to the floor. Lust consumed her, overriding any sense of caution or impropriety. She didn't normally act like this, but there was something about these two that was pushing all the right buttons. She kicked her skirt to one side, and leaned forward again to watch, easily sliding her hand down into her panties.

Corm pushed the blonde forward, taking a great handful of curls in his left hand as he did so. With his right hand he pulled the woman's dress up above her waist, and then guided himself into her. Jessica watched in delight as he sunk his hard cock into the blonde's pussy, for she could see her shudder with delight, even if she couldn't see the actual penetration. The woman's knees buckled slightly before she caught herself, and a low ragged moan escaped her lips.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" Corm said with savage glee. Standing behind her, he began to push into her at a slow pace, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on the woman, who by now had her hands firmly planted on her thighs for support, bent over at the waist as she was. Jessica watched her the woman's full breasts bounce with each thrust, jiggling merrily to the force of his penetration.

Strangely, Jessica swore she could see something sparkle on the woman's left hand. A ring? A wedding ring? She paused again in her own ministrations and leaned forward just a bit more, right until her face was flush with the doorway. The risk of exposure was greater, but she was suddenly very curious to see if her suspicions were correct.

It was a wedding ring! But then who could that woman be? What married woman would act like that? On her knees in an alleyway sucking down a man's cock like some prostitute?

As if he could hear her unspoken query, Corm spoke aloud again, "You like that, Kelly? You like the way I feel when I am behind you, my sweet slut?"

Kelly's voice was taut with pleasure, her breathing ragged. "Oh yes, baby, you know I do. Make me yours...uhhnnuh...make your slut. Just give me that cock." The blonde thrashed her head about in ecstasy, whipping her gaze up to stare straight at the darkened stairwell. For a moment, Jessica was sure the woman could see her, but then she saw that Kelly's eyes were dulled with lust and need; she was so lost in her own hunger she probably couldn't see anything.

Fingers still sliding easily across her own clit, Jessica leaned back, surprised but incredibly turned on. His wife?!? Kelly? Monica had said her name was Kelly, Jessica remembered that much now that he'd said her name. Corm's wife was the brazen slut before her? The very idea that a married woman could be so wanton for her man was incredibly arousing ? and shattered all of her preconceived notions of what marriage was.

Her panties, black satin, fell to the floor as she moved to give herself better freedom of action. Jessica spread her legs wide and leaned forward, watching them as she tormented her own clit.

Corm began to move faster now, plunging into her with savage abandon. Jessica continued her finger dance, noting with satisfaction that her lips were tingling, a sure sign that her own orgasm was approaching. She swirled two fingers around her labia, lightly tapping her clit, and gasping softly with each tap. Still, she needed more; she snaked her free hand inside her shirt and began to play with her nipple, pinching it gently and twisting it between two fingers, using the very lace fabric of her own bra to tease herself.

Corm pulled his wife up into a fierce embrace, dragging her head back against by her curls even as he hooked his other hand down between her legs and began to stroke her in earnest.

Jessica was so close, her fingers furiously persistent against her clit, the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her pussy throbbed with desire and her nipples were on fire. Her legs were weak from the strain of standing like this, but she knew she would cum long before it became a problem. Before her, the object of her desire, Corm, pushed into Kelly once more, crushing her succulent body against his. His wife's head was thrown back in ecstasy ? Jessica knew from the look on her face that she was very close too. Kelly was moaning and bucking her hips against her husband, her full breasts now filling his hands as he thumbed her turgid nipples in time with his thrusts.

Jessica shuddered ... it was coming now ... her orgasm lay just below the surface.

And then, something amazing happened.

Corm looked at her.

Right at her.

Right at her where she stood hidden in the half-light of the stairwell, supposedly unseen to them.

And he winked at her.

Jessica exploded in pleasure. He knew, he knew right from that first moment when she'd gasped. He could see her; he'd known she could see him, that she'd been watching him.

And if he could see her, then he could see her as she now stood there, naked from the waist down, bucking with pleasure as her fingers drummed out the last of her orgasm. Young, proud, wanton. No longer just his employee. A participant.

He knew she was there and he'd let her watch just to demonstrate what she could have.

That could mean only one thing: He desired her.

She almost collapsed as she fought to choke back a long ragged moan. One hand clamped over her mouth as she whimpered with pleasure, Jessica sank back against the wall, letting the door swing shut once more. Her skirt and panties were on the floor beside her, her shirt was open, and the small stairwell smelled of sex. If anyone saw her like this she'd be fired on the spot.

She didn't care. What she'd seen had been worth it. She didn't know sex could be like that, so loving and yet so primal. That two people could fuck even as they made love. Somehow she'd always thought it had to be one or the other. Corm and Kelly had shown her otherwise.

+++

"Mmm...she saw us?" Kelly leaned wearily against Corm, still feverish from her orgasm. His strong arms held her tightly, lest she collapse in a weary heap in the alleyway.

Her dress was askew, her hair was tousled, and her makeup was totally awry, particularly her lipstick, which was smeared across her mouth from the fervor of her blowjob. She could taste him in her mouth, feel his seed mingle with her own wetness on her inner thigh. He'd used her like his whore, here in public, in an alleyway of all places. At any moment they could have been spotted, and who knew what would have happened then? Her friend Stacey had been caught having sex in public once, and had actually been arrested.

Still...the whole experience had been amazing. From a simple kiss on the lips to say hello after a busy day to this...this place where her inner slut had run wild, acting out one of her earliest fantasies.

And he'd let her!

Corm had not only gone along with the idea, he'd actually encouraged it. Kelly sighed, she was so lucky to have found him. He actually understood her.

"Yes," he rumbled into her curls, his face pressed to her. His clothes were askew too, his expensive slacks piled around his ankles, and his shirt and tie had practically been ripped off. "Just as you came I looked up and saw her. She was watching us, touching herself ... it was very hot."

Sensing the time was right, I pushed the middle finger of my other hand down to rest atop her brown bud, exerting the slightest pressure with my fingertip as I did so. She purred in pleasure and sank down, engulfing my hand in the tight embrace of her ass. I began to work my finger in and out, even as I let go of her hair and reached over to pinch one brown nipple.

"Tell me, Jade," I rolled her nipple between my fingers, watching her eyelids flutter from the intensity of it, "who is this lucky fellow who gets to tell you to touch yourself late at night."

She didn\'t speak for quite some time, concentrating instead on bucking her hips slowly to fuck my finger with her ass. It was only when I reached up and took another handful of her hair again and forced her to meet my gaze that she seemed to swim up out of the depths of her pleasure and focus.

"Uhh...I need... I want you to fuck me...please." Her voice was soft but harried, laden with hunger.

"Answer my question."

"He\'s an...an...oh God, that fees good...umm...uhmm...he\'s an ex...an ex-lover..." Her eyes were bright, but not entirely focused. I left go of her hair and slid my other hand down to her ass. Cupping her butt, I pressed gently.

She took the signal immediately, lifting herself up to straddle me, before sinking back down onto my cock.

Her pussy was so tight; I had to bite my lip to keep from cuming right then and there. A sure sign she\'d been neglected for some time, though how such a sexy woman could linger in such a state of neglect was beyond me. Jade gripped me like hot silk, taking me in to the fullest extent as she sank down slowly, before coming to a shuddering halt atop me. She hissed out her pleasure as she moved, eliciting a long groan from me.

She smiled down at me, "I take it you\'re happy to be here?"

I nodded as much as I could, unable to really move, stricken as I was by the waves of pleasure crashing through me at the moment.

"You don\'t care that I was online with some other guy?" She raised her body slightly, gripping me as she did so, making me shiver and thrash in response."

"I\'d say I\'m jealous of this guy, Jade," I said weakly, a smile as I rested my hands on her hips, marveling at the sight of this beauty resting atop me, impaled on my shaft and barely coherent from the pleasure she was clearly getting, "but how can I be, when he\'s there, and I am here."

"Good answer," she said, and began to grind her hips against me. It was magical, because she didn\'t really move any part of her except her pussy and her hips. Her legs gripped me for support and her hands were pressed into my chest as she moved her pelvis back and forth, mashing her pussy into me.

It was intense but manageable, and I took my pleasure liberally over the next ten minutes, watching her flutter ever closer to her release. She was moaning loudly low, incoherently crying out her pleasure.

Finally, unable to restrain myself anymore, I pulled her to me, clutching her tightly to my chest. This pushed her forward and allowed me to bring my knees up as I began to push in and out of her. Her lips gripped me with a fierce intensity, which made the act of moving against her almost painfully pleasant.

I have say I held my own, lasting just long enough to push her over the edge, watching the orgasm take her body, feeling her pussy frantically clench my cock as she crashed over the edge into the little death. Naturally, this set me off, and I bucked in turn as I spasmed out my seed into her.

Jade let out a long loud wail, gasping out "ohmigod" over and over as her body bucked and flailed with the final remnants of her pleasure. I held her tight, ignoring the way she beat her fists against my arms and shoulders, before finally sinking into me with a sob.

A long time passed, the quiet of the early morning broken only by the sounds of our labored breathing. I lay there, inside her still, utterly spent, marveling at the wondrous turn of events that had led me to this place.

As we lay there, feverish with our spent passion, her lush form draped over mine, I looked at her. "Jade, I have to ask. What is it that you do for a living that you keep such odd hours? I\'m not complaining, mind you, but I have to know what it is that has you coming in the door ever night at 2 AM."

Possibilities ran through my mind, no doubt unduly influenced by the intensity with which this lovely creature had just fucked me well and true.

Dancer...stripper...foam girl at a rave club...a host of suggestions that would only occur to a bookworm like myself.

She giggled, and kissed me lightly on the nose. "I\'m an assistant pharmacist who works nights, why?"

I laughed softly, "No reason. I\'m just lucky to be such a light sleeper."

"Mmm..." she purred and moved her hips against me, generating the faintest stirrings of life from me.

I decided then and there I\'d be calling in sick tomorrow.

"Jade," I breathed into her ear, "I have to confess that I wasn\'t locked out of my apartment."

Her breath was warm on my face, and her smile was achingly beautiful, "I know. And I have a confession too."

"What\'s that?" I kissed that beautiful face then, consumed with her.

"I slammed my door on purpose, just to wake you up."

I chuckled silently to myself; this woman was far more clever than I gave her credit for.


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