Candid Fetish Interview

Candid Fetish Interview

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Suzanne

Interviewed in Manchester

18 November 2006,

Interviewer: Hi, thanks for meeting me. I’ve got about an hour. I’m doing interviews with women who use their fashions to improve their love lives. That could mean sex-lives, you know? Is that OK? Some women talk about shorts, and others talk about stockings. Some have told me about Spanx. Others about lacy girly things. So your letter was a real surprise and very interesting for the research. How did you find out about our project?

Suzanne: I found your questionnaire in the Evening Post two weeks days ago but I felt straight away that I should send my story. I never would have thought to do such a thing but I hope that my story will help other women to get the feelings I’ve got.

Interviewer: Please tell me your story. How old are you and when did you first start training your figure?

Suzanne: I’m 42 years old and was widowed in 2002 at the age of 38. My first husband was a steady man but unexciting and once I left him for a fling with a more exciting man. But it didn’t last and I went back to the marriage. He wasn’t an imaginative lover and not suggestive. Then he died after an accident. I met another man after about a year and we were married on my fortieth birthday.

Is it OK if I’m very frank with you and tell you what I want in my own words? I want to tell you exactly how it felt because I’ve never seen these things anywhere and they’re important to me. OK?

Interviewer: Of course. Most of my meetings needed me to ask awkward questions that most women don’t want to answer. You go ahead and tell me what you want in your own words. I’ll record it as you go along. Just speak towards the microphone. You don’t need to speak loudly – it’ll pick up your voice OK.

Suzanne: My second husband is always suggesting new way to get pleasure and good sensations especially in bed but also in everyday life. You know, trips and places to see and nice things to buy.

I lost weight deliberately for the wedding. I’d always been a size 12 but at 5ft 4in I felt tubby. My bust was and still is 36B but my waist was a bit sloppy and my tummy slack as well. I’d worn girdles ever since I was a girl. In the early 1980s I wore real girdles with suspenders but later I just wore tight panty girdles with flower patterns (they seem to be called tummy shapers now) or else just control briefs or control tights. I always liked the feel of support stockings as well especially when they came available in nice colours and thinner fabric but didn’t really wear suspenders during my first marriage.

But I had a drawer in which I’d kept all my lingerie and corsetry over the years including two girdles I’d never worn. One was a Berlei high waist in black with a side zip and the other a long leg high waist with a front zip and suspenders inside the legs, in white. Both were very firm and would control my waist – but I never wore them once during my first marriage.

Interviewer: So how did you get to wear them?

Suzanne: For the wedding, I decided to wear the Berlei girdle but on a trip to Manchester I saw a really firm American girdle called Always-21 and bought it. As soon as I got home I tried it on and it was a struggle. It was nearly 18 inches long and fitted from under my bottom right up to my bust with a side zip over a row of hooks and eyes. I still have it. It has six suspenders and light boning around the waist to stop it from rolling. It is very firm over my tummy with no stretch at all and really holds my hips and bottom. It was brilliant white in colour. I also bought a long line strapless bra at the same time. It has a 2-inch cuff at the waist and fastens at the back. When I put them on with some nice creamy support stockings, I felt really covered and controlled. Encased sort of.

I was excited all through the wedding and worried in case he thought they were old fashioned and matronly. The long bra over the girdle gave me a specially tight waist – and a nice shape over my hips. I felt to have a girlish shape and I loved it. We hadn’t talked about this sort of thing at all although we’d made love and knew each other pretty well.

Interviewer: What did he think about your outfit? Did he like it?

Suzanne: I needn’t have worried because he was enchanted. In the hotel room later he lay me down and stroked me and kissed me and we made love with both of us partly dressed. Gradually he undressed completely but he left me in the tight undies and we both enjoyed the slight restriction they made on our movements.

From that day, I’ve always worn a girdle of some sort. Usually it is open with suspenders and often it is firm control especially when I know he wilI appreciate it. Such as after a hard day at work or if we are doing something special it the evening. We sometimes meet at lunchtime and he holds me when we kiss so that we can both feel the bones and the tightness of the fabric.

Interviewer: It sounds as though your firm Çankaya Escort underwear has become part of your life together.

Suzanne: Oh, yes it has. Quite often he’ll dress me in my girdle and bra in the morning before he leaves for work and I see him off in my flimsy dressing gown. I always like the sensation of him pulling the girdle up my calves and over my thighs and bottom. He’s become very good at placing it just in the right place, central and the right height. Then he does up the hooks at the side and I just love the gradually tightening feel as the hooks get higher. The last one is right up towards my arm pit and then he slowly carefully pulls up the zip, making sure he does not catch my skin.

Then he helps me put on the stockings, which I like to be support stockings. I like him to do the suspenders. I select the bra and he helps me fasten the back. If it is an ordinary short bra, then sometimes I do it to let him watch from the front. If it is a long bra, he always wants to do it and I just delight in the extra control I can feel coming around my chest and into my waist. It isn’t unknown for us to make love just at that moment, before he leaves and I carry him around with me for some hours. It means such a lot to me to have him like my clothes and be involved in my restriction.

Interviewer: Have you bought clothes specially to improve your games?

Suzanne: Oh, yes. I’ve bought a firm long-leg high waist panty-girdle from London, made to measure and really tight over my tummy and round my waist. I can’t wear it for long but I like the pressure it gives all over my – er – pubics, you know, and between my legs. Sometimes we play a game where I’ve the long leg girdle on underneath the open girdle and he has to struggle to get through to me. I love the way he pulls me about to be able to excite me and touch me before we get to make love. I’m thinking of wearing even more girdles at a time to raise his anticipation but I worry in case he would think it weird. I’d like it, I know.

It’s got so I need the excitement of dressing in tight foundation clothes, to feel restricted and controlled. I go shopping in the tightest girdle I have so that I can feel it as I move around and stretch for goods on the shelves. When we’re shopping together, I have to lean on him sometimes because of the delicious torture. He holds me around my waist and touches me from time to time through my clothes. I often wear a girdle when I go to the gym and enjoy the tautness of my body before exercising from the girdle, and again afterward from the exercise and the sauna. Then back into the girdle for the delicious controlled feeling.

Interviewer: He seems to have become really involved with your girdles and figure training.

Suzanne.Yes. On holiday in our first year, he bought me an outfit secretly. The complete thing from undies and some jewellery alI the way to a blouse and skirt and a coat. He knew my Iikings really well by then. He made one request; that I should wear the undies all the time we were away, 24 hours a day except for bathing.

I agreed but when I saw them I wondered how it would be. The bra was long line of course, with underwire and a cuff waist and wide straps. It was very firm around my chest and into my waist. The girdle wasn’t just firm, it was tight, really tight, it seemed even rigid in parts. It had panels of double thickness down the sides and the back under my bottom. The front was so firm that the girdle could almost stand up by itself. There were two zips, one at each side with hooks and eyes, all the way from near the bottom edge to the very top over my waist by about 4 inches.

He put the bra on me first and then the girdle. It took half an hour to get everything in place and zipped up. Then he put me into a pair of compression pants cut high over my thighs but with a cuff waist. They pulled at the bottom edge back and front and added to the control on my tummy and waist. I felt totally enclosed and restricted but I could move all right and there was no real discomfort. Just that I had to move in a particular way and could not bend easily.

He was so sweet, apologising for any discomfort but I told him I liked it. When I looked at myself in the long mirror, I thought how feminine and lacy it looked, not at all the controlling clothes I could feel from the inside. That is what I Iike about so much of my firm underwear: they look gentle and feminine, especially in white but, really, I’m delighting in the “suffering” on the inside.

Shall I go on?

Interviewer: Please.

Suzanne: That week we did everything to wear out those undies. By the time we arrived at the hotel, we were both full of lust, all because of the knowledge we had about my underwear. We travelled and danced and made love and slept with me in them. I felt used but I knew that really I was the mistress and in charge of the situation.

He was the slave really and he used me every Çankaya Escort Bayan way a husband should. My orgasms were tremendous. By the end of the week we’d sort of worn them out. They seem a little slack especially at the bottom edge of the girdle because I’d been manoeuvred into so many different positions and he had had to force the fabric sometimes. The bones around the waist were coming loose in their coverings.

We’ve never forgotten that weekend – every little detail of what we did and where we went and how we felt about each other. It sort of gave the marriage a stronger basis because only we knew what was going on underneath the respectable exterior. I sometimes feel that the strength of my undies reflects the strength of our relationship: firm, sure, reliable, sexy, exciting, secret. Does that make sense to anyone else, I wonder.

Interviewer: I understand what you mean. Many of our replies say the same.

Suzanne: Yes?. Really? We talked about it afterward and we agree that every aspect of our sexual relationship was getting better alI the time. Our foreplay was more intense. I could feel the presence of the girdle al the time; pulling across my bottom and the front of my legs. Some positions needed quite a strain on the girdle and I felt as if I was being ‘saved by my corsetry’ as he said at the time. He had to push the girdle out of the way sometimes to be able to get at me and that increased the pull on the rest of my body. He was so strong and I felt so cared for.

My orgasms came much higher up in my body and my waist seemed even more sensitive than usual. My bottom was puckering and tightening all the time we were together and I had orgasms two and three at a time.

Interviewer: Is that as far as you got with figure control? It looks to me now that you’re wearing more than a girdle.

Suzanne: Oh, well, we moved on from then. On the way home, we decided that we would buy a proper corset, the lace-up type to give me a smaller waist. I was still sensitive of my waist and tummy when I wasn’t dressed in my tight girdles. But we didn’t know anything about real corsets except what we had seen in magazines. We didn’t know where to go until I saw an advert in “The Lady” for Rigby and Peller in London.

I wrote to them but they don’t do mail order. So we decided to visit them and went one weekend as a short holiday. Their shop isn’t really a shop at all. It is a waiting salon and fitting rooms. We had to wait for over an hour. Then we got tongue-tied about describing what we wanted. But the assistant seemed to know how we were feeling and was very helpful. We ordered a nice long corset in cream satin with pink edges and laces. It stopped just short of my bra line at the top and came down to the widest part of my hips at the bottom. It was made four inches less than my waist size but it would fit perfectly around my hips and bust. It had four suspenders on each leg.

We waited about three weeks for the letter to say it was ready and we went to London again specially. The assistant took me alone into a fitting room and put it on me with no tightness at all. She said it was important to let my body heat get into the fabric and then it would begin to take up my shape. Then I could start to lace down gradually. I put on my clothes and went out into the waiting salon. My husband could not see any difference so he came across and felt at my waist. When he felt the bones and the tension of the panels, his eyes nearly stood out and I could tell he was getting roused from his usual signs. I went back and changed into my normal girdle and we travelled home in a real frenzy of excitement.

Interviewer: When did you start to wear the corset?

Suzanne: That evening. I bathed, and talced myself all over. Then he put the corset round me and laced it until it just fit onto my figure. Because my tummy is a bit prominent, the bottom edge stood out a little way. He knelt down and put on my stockings for me and attached the suspenders and pulled them up a bit higher than usual. At that point the tightest things on me were the support stockings. Then he started lacing me in the way described in the booklet from Rigby and Peller. From the top to the waist first. Then from the bottom to the waist. Then he crossed over the laces and gradually put pressure on the waist. He pulled so that my waist was about two inches less than normal. I could feel it but not uncomfortably. He tied the laces and I put on my negligee.

That evening I wandered around the house feeling at myself with no panties on and just loved the freedom to feel open but controlled at the same time. We made love with me laced like that. I couldn’t move much and he was so gentle. I reached down and brought myself to an orgasm in just a few minutes. It was wonderful and we both knew that we’d found the real excitement of corseting for sex.

Since then, I’ve trained my waist to be four inches less so that the Escort Çankaya corset is tight and rigid at the waist. In my corset, my waist is 21 inches. I feel perfectly comfortable at this lacing and can move around with only the same restriction as if I wear a girdle. I quickly got a collection of corsets of various styles for different occasions. Some are short and only press on my waist. Others are really long covering me from thighs to bust including my breasts. Always the sensation of being held-in gives me the same excitement. I’m controlled and contained but also I feel very strong and feminine and purposeful. Does this make sense to other people?

Interviewer: I’m sure it does. Don’t worry; you’re not alone and many of our replies say just the same. It seems to be about being in control of yourself and your body. Is that it?

Suzanne: Yes. I always want to know that I’ve the control of my figure. All this time I also wear girdles whenever I haven’t got a corset on. They seem loose now so I always wear the firmest and always with a cuff waist bra. Wearing two girdles at a time gives me more pressure and I find it exciting but I’m sure it’s weird. My husband seems to think it’s wonderful and liberated of me! lsn’t that strange?

About a month ago, I bought a corset from a specialist corsetière in Nottingham. It is the same style as the first from London but it a full eight inches less than my waist was two years ago. It has lacing at the back and at the sides, just in front of the main curve of my hips. The back lace can take in four inches and each of the side laces can take in 2 inches. The first time we put it on me, he laced to as tight as I could go. The side laces were pulled to one inch each and the back was closed. So I had a further two inches taken off my waist to 19 inches and I felt such a pressure. It is hard to describe the control and containment that it gave me – partly a panic but also an excitement.

Over the next two days he gradually laced me fully tight so that my waist was 19 inches. I can’t explain how it fell but it was wonderful. In the mirror I looked like a 19th century mannequin and I felt to be the most desirable woman in the world. It was too tight to stay like that for long and I could not have lain down for him even if he had asked me to. I was panting and my bowels were churning a little. The downward pressure on my pubic region was intense and I felt that I was going to be pushed inside out. I reached down and got such an intense feeling when I rubbed gently. I knew then that orgasm would be possible and very good once I got used to the pressure. My husband could reach around my waist with his fingers and he was more excited than I’ve ever seen him.

After about 30 minutes he let out the laces and took it off me. I left relieved and free but also a bit sad. He dressed me in the same girdle I’d worn at our wedding and the same bra. It was so romantic. That night we made love many times with me in the wedding outfit. He seemed to be inspired by the memory of the 19-inch waist and my restriction. I knew deep down that I had this wonderful lover for ever because he wanted me and all that I could offer to please him through his hands, eyes and his sex. He enjoyed rubbing up against me and feeling the fabric of the girdle as if it were a new experience, all because he really wanted the tight corset on me.

Interviewer: I understand. Please tell me about the most recent aspects of your corseting.

Suzanne: Since then, I’ve been training myself to lace down to the minimum of 18 inches for a short time, you know. We’ve made love a few times with me laced to the limit. I’m not yet comfortable but getting pretty close. Already, 20 inches feels perfectly all right and my orgasms have started to become intense again now that I’m breathing and moving more easily inside the corset. One day soon I’ll be totally trained to 18 inches and I can hardly wait. But I know it takes time and he’s delightful with me. So caring and careful and romantic.

He laces me into the earlier corsets with no rest – just straight down to 21 inches in one smooth movement. They are easy to wear and I will wear one as often as not during a normal day.

Sometimes I stick to a tight girdle and long bra and pulI up my stockings really short so that they hold my thighs and the tops of my legs right up to my lips. I’ve a new collection of tight girdles specially made with only 21-inch waists, which is the smallest they can be made. A couple of them are firm control long leg high waist styles with a front zip, just as I remember from when I was young. In the photograph, I’m wearing an open girdle over my laced corset, with a Doreen bra. You can see that the girdle zip has difficulty fitting into my waist.

Interviewer: Why is it, do you think, that you like to wear multiple control? Corset and girdles at once?

Suzanne: It’s hard to explain and I don’t really know. Sometimes I wear a corset laced by my husband before he leaves in the morning. At weekend, I choose what I want to wear and I change from week to week to suit my mood and to excite him with the mystery. There is nothing more important to me than pleasing my husband and he is exactly the same about me. I’m in charge, which is important.

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Casual Encounters Ch. 01

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I should’ve titled this story Bloody Mary, but it started with a perusal of the Casual Encounters area on Craigslist. Oh, the things people post out there! My husband was away for the week fundraising for the university. Since I left academics about ten years ago I’ve been spending my time writing and working with publishers. This particular Saturday afternoon I was feeling unusually horny and decided to reach beyond the norm. At 49, I’ve had affairs, with both men and women, I’ve done a lot, but never a one-nighter with a stranger. I recalled that a graduate student I was quite fond of mentioned during one drunken party about a guy she had met on the Craigslist personals. I had visited the site only once before to find a tenant for the apartment we owned in town.

I found the Personals section, and quickly clicked on Casual Encounters. There was so much to choose from, so many different people in my own city who wanted to fuck in so many different ways it seemed! I was thinking about what kind of guy I’d like to attract; did I need a picture, would he be turned off by my age, all of that. I thought I’d first look at the other ads for women seeking men just to get an idea of the language, the format, the way to do this thing. I clicked on W4M…

“Sexy 22-year old, clean, professional, seeks NSA (no strings attached) for fun and thrills all night. D and D (drug and disease) free…”

“Oh Jesus,” I thought, “I’m not that young, and how boring, besides…”

I continued reading through them, from the BB (big breasted) BD (black divorced), 38, will take you into me completely. Oral a must. You are handsome, drive a Z4, and can come five times in one night. Pictures a must. No disease..

“Yich,” I thought as I tried to imagine what she would look like, legs spread, humping like a whale.

Then, something really caught my eye, “Naughty supple woman wants bloody raunchy fun.” I clicked on the link. It continued, “In town tonight only, 42, full-bodied but not fat, in my mensies, can you handle it? Can I use you as my toilet? Don’t bother contacting me if you’re scared. I’m serious, are you? D and D free, obviously.”

And then I thought, “that’s exactly what I want tonight.” My husband fucks me fine, but it’s gotten to the point that nothing is new anymore. We’ve reached our limit on experimentation. I like it when he fucks my ass, I blow him occasionally, that sort of thing. I am in love with a woman here in town with whom I’ve had an extremely heated affair for the past six months. We get so dizzy with each other after a night together that we have to keep separate for several weeks. I was the first person to anally fist her. I should have called Carla, but she was in Europe this week.

So I started composing my posting: Prude by day, filthy by night. In town only this weekend (I’d take a hotel room for cover), late 40’s, WM (white, married) sexy, professional and society, wants to dirty your mouth and body with my holes. NSA, D&D free, must send picture. You are 30-50, mature, and discreet.

I figured that would get some attention, especially the “society” description. I clicked back to the listing page where I saw the post that inspired me and stared at it a long time thinking, “I’m competing with her for the same type of spunk shooter, it’ll never work… the odds that there are more than one good match available on short notice.. forget it. Then I had a brilliant idea.

I deleted my posting prior to sending it and responded to her notice, “Hi, I’m just the perfect match for you. I’m clean, good-looking, athletic and fit. I’m established, I’m 49, well-endowed, long-lasting, and I’m ready to drink your blood and thick offerings. And I’m discreet, NSA. Contact me by email.” I hit ‘respond.’

I was playing the man to her request. On the faceless Internet, everyone can pose, so why can’t I? If she responded and we liked each other, I’d set up a meeting and see what would happen next. What the hell, I had nothing better to do? At best she could be bi, at worst I’d leave her hanging and never introduce myself.

An hour later she responded. “I don’t want your name or your picture. If you are all you describe, we can probably have fun. If you are lying, I’ll look at you and politely excuse myself. I’m staying at the St. Belize. I’ll be at the bar at 8 p.m. sitting alone, reading a book, hopefully with a drink. When you find me, I’ll ask you ‘have we met?’ and you are to answer, ‘I have always hoped to.’ That’s our signal, remember. Ciao filth-hound.”

I couldn’t believe it. No request for continued dialogue to raise suspicions, nothing. And I loved her salutation. I booked a room at the St. Belize, a rather fancy place, she must be doing well, I thought.

I checked in and had a beautiful dinner alone in the bistro. A little before 8 I looked into the bar. A very attractive blond woman with ample figure and full breasts was sitting at the bar reading a book. There were several vacant stools alongside. Carrying a few books and a notepad, Beşevler Escort I took a seat to her right, leaving one vacant stool between us, it seemed natural to do so. She was nursing a white wine. I ordered a scotch and opened my books and notepads and began feigning editorial work, concentrating intently, seemingly oblivious to my surroundings.

At ten past, she lit a cigarette and checked her watch. She was wearing a thinly strapped black top that outlined some gorgeous tits, the nipples sticking out enough to give me a shock. She looked well put-together, not slutty. She was wearing black jeans. She wore very tasteful jewelry. She ordered another wine. I was waiting to make my move, not wanting to lose her.

At a quarter past, I put down my work, finished my drink and turned to her.

“Excuse me, do you have another cigarette?”

“Hmmm, I’m sorry, oh… sure, here,” she responded with a warm smile, and passed one to me. I put it in my mouth and she instinctively lit it for me.

“Thanks so much, I actually don’t smoke much anymore, but it looked so good when you inhaled, I had to ask. I’m very grateful, what are you drinking?”

“White wine.”

I ordered another round, “Waiter, two scotches.” I turned to her, “It goes well after wine as a chaser.” And I turned away, back to my work.

She returned to her book, I could tell she wasn’t in the least bit concentrating on reading, saw her glance at her watch. Just then, a sloppy man approached the empty stool between us. Balding, collar unbuttoned, had a cell phone and another device clipped to his belt, you know the look, a sales guy or something. He had come from a rather loud table of blathering men at the back, clearly a bet he was put up to. He sat down and faced her.

“Excuse me, miss, is this seat taken?”

She looked up, assuming he was the one who responded to the ad. I turned my head to the activity right next to me. Her eyes caught mine and I could tell she was disappointed with this poor guy by her look.

“Have we met?” I overheard her.

“No, I don’t think so. But I was wondering, you know, if you’d let me buy you a drink or something.”

And he smiled a hopeful grin that displayed how awkward his mustache looked and how out of place he was. I heard his buddies whoop and yell at him.

She now was pissed off at him for his buddies having putting him up to this. She glanced at my direction and said to him, “Listen friend, my girlfriend and I are having a little argument right now, so thank you, and kiss off.” He got up embarrassed and returned to his table. She moved over beside me, bring her book and drink with her.

“Girlfriend?,” I asked.

“I wanted him to leave. Thanks for allowing me to exploit your kindness. I’m Kate.”

“I’m Diane. Let me guess… you were waiting for someone to show up, this guy came by, but he’s not the one you were expecting. What argument are we in, by the way?”

“Sorry, that was for cover. Your right, he didn’t show. I just felt like some fun, now I feel embarrassed. Sorry for unloading. I gotta get out of here.”

And she started to get up to leave.

“Stay for a bit, you haven’t even finished your drink,” I begged her.

Her eyes were very beautiful, her face kind and determined. I continued, “Are you from around here?”

“Seattle area. I’m here on business, I had an unexpected extra meeting today and will return tomorrow. I thought I’d try something crazy and it didn’t work out. Maybe I’ll just drink it off.”

“What’s ‘something crazy?’ I asked, intrigued.

“Oh nothing. Diane, what are you doing here with all that work. This is a bar, you know, alcohol, creepy guys, television sports, noise. Why are you working here on a Saturday night?”

“I know it might seem strange… I live here in town, actually a little bit out of town, but my editor lives here and we were meeting til late this afternoon. He knows I work best out of the house, so he suggested I come here for the night. You know, nice hotel, dinner taken care of, sheets pulled down, I can concentrate solely on my work. Only for a few days. My husband’s away for the week so I’m not really accountable, you know. Were you going to set up an affair, a fling with a stranger? Is that the crazy thing? Excuse me for prying, but you did refer to me as your girlfriend, so at least allow me that question.” I felt emboldened.

Her glass was empty, but she was definitely loosened a bit. I threw the rest of mine back and ordered another round. She looked at me gratefully and we toasted.

“Well, I don’t know you, and I probably won’t ever see you again, so I’ll tell you,” and she laughed. Great white perfect teeth smiled. She really was sexy. Robust, voluptuous. I wanted her then. I needed to drink her cunt and I knew it then.

She was getting tipsy, but not sloppy by any means. “I’ll tell you, just promise you won’t judge me, ok?”

“I promise,” I returned.

“So I had Beşevler Escort Bayan this extra day and thought I’d treat myself to a little fun,” she began. She told me the story of the casual encounters section and that she had wanted some ‘no strings attached’ nasty fun.

“What do you mean nasty?” I asked.

“I’ve been living with my boyfriend for over 6 years. We have a pretty good sex life but it’s gotten kind of mundane, if you know what I mean, I mean, he’s tired, it’s the same thing most of the time…”

“Like what?” I asked.

“You know, touching, kissing, he likes me to go down on him,” and she caught herself, embarrassed a little at the intimacy of the comment, “uh oh, TMI… too much information. I’m sorry.”

Our drinks arrived and she took a generous swig.

“Don’t be sorry sister,” I said, “tell me your secrets, I’ll tell you mine, we’ll drink, then we’ll leave and never see each other again, bars are just an excuse to release. What do you mean nasty?”

“Well,” she started, “before Michael, my boyfriend, I was with Chloe for four years and..”

“You’re bi? You were with a woman?” I interrupted?

“Yeah, the cunt. I loved her but she broke my heart, left me for a fucking motorcycle twat dike with a buzz cut. Bitch! But I love Michael and we’re happy, so fucking good riddance. She was such a dependent thing.”

“But the nasty, what do you mean? I insisted.

“You seem so intuitive, try to guess”

“Come on, don’t avoid the question, I’ve been around the block.”

“Well… Chloe and I used to love bloody sex, during our periods. We drank each other’s goop. I had this forbidden thought that in a foreign city I would hook up with a decent and good-looking guy who would enjoy my blood, since I’m in the middle of my period right now. I wanted a hundred orgasms of the kind I don’t normally get, no questions asked, never see the guy again.”

“So what did you do?”

And she told me about placing the notice online.

“Can I use you as my toilet?” I repeated back to her, “you wrote that? What did you mean?”

“I want to pee into a guy’s mouth, maybe more, I want to make him submissive, I want to feel the power.” She took a long swallow of her scotch. “Diane, what are your secrets, I just got a very vulnerable feeling.”

“Honey,” I replied, “I’ve done the nasty you’re talking about, you won’t believe it. I have a lover in town, a woman I’m crazy about. You just told me something very personal, so I’ll share. I can’t see her a lot for various reasons, but when we get together, we go crazy. Things that haven’t been done before, I’m sure. I know nasty, Kate.”

“Diane,” she looked in my eyes, holding her drink, “I have to go piss like a hydrant, I’m about to wet my pants. Will you be here when I come back?”

“I hope so,” I replied, “Are you coming back?” And she left, carrying her glass with her. The men at the loud table were hooting and throwing some rude comments toward our direction, but I ignored them. I focused on my papers, all tangled together. It seemed like hours were passing. My thighs began burning and my pussy started tingling at the thought of licking her skin. I finished my drink. How many had I put away?

She finally returned, it was really only about five minutes.

“You know nasty?” She commented with a devious expression, “here.” And she put her glass down in front of me. “Yours is empty.”

The highball was half full of a deep golden liquid, darker than scotch, the ice melted in it. One side of the rim was gooped with red paste, like lipstick.

“It’s mine. It’s from me. Are you truly nasty? she whispered into my face.

I put it to my lips, not believing this turn of events. I sipped. Her urine was still warm. Strong and salty, no doubt, her piss. I turned the glass so the red smear met my tongue. It was her bloody pussy muck. Her period. I stared at her and our eyes met as I tasted and ingested her menstrual blood from the glass. It was metallic on my lips, a little bitter, thick jelly. I then swallowed the entire glass and sent her an exaggerated air kiss. It was very salty, still warm from her body.

I leaned over to her ear and whispered, “I want to taste you everywhere. I’m hungry.”

“For what?” she asked, holding my stare.

“Oh, you know, a late night snack, desert… truffles, strawberries, chocolate kisses.”

She gulped with surprise, “Where can we find those treats?”

I asked for the bill and paid. I pulled out a room card key and put it on the bar. “I’m in 1210. I’m going to the hotel gift store for a bottle of scotch. I’ll be up there in 10 minutes. If you’re not coming, please get rid of the card. Thanks for the drink.” And I got up.

I had just put my coat down and the bottle on the table when I heard the knock. I let her in and she looked around my room.

“Bigger than mine, nice view.”

She went over to the couch and sat down, I joined her. I picked the bottle Escort Beşevler up off the table and opened it, poured two highballs and handed her one. We clinked glasses and each drank a generous gulp. She leaned over me to place her glass on the table behind me. She then pushed me down and lay her full lips on mine. Her taste was sensational, all womanly and noxious. I drank her in with my lips and tongue. We snaked our wriggling tongues in and around each others’ mouths for a long time, familiarizing with new territory. I broke our clench and took another drink. She clamped her lips back to mine and I spat the scotch into her, which she drank down.

Now I was on my back mostly, she sitting on my waist, and she quickly unbuttoned her shirt and released her bra, exposing firm, full breasts with very hard, pointy nipples. I took one in my mouth and caressed it gently at first, then began biting it. I played with her tits, fondling them, sucking them until her nips became red and swollen. Her moaning began at this point and she reached for mine.

“No, love.” This is a pleasure experience for you, I’ll get mine from giving my all to you, and I pushed her hand away.

“I want your tits, let me at them, please,” she murmured.

I responded by moving my hand down between her legs, skirt coming up to expose her wet panties. There was no resistance and she started writhing her legs into my hand, trying to grasp it. She deftly removed her skirt, then her panties were around her ankles, then off.

“I’m yours,” she whispered as her lips found mine again.

My fingers didn’t hesitate as they entered her pussy, slowly at first, but she humped them in deep almost immediately with a gasp. She shuddered and rhythmically started to grind my hand into her. I returned my mouth to her gorgeous tits and bit her playfully. I got a second finger in her twat and then met a string.

“Oh, I found something,” I said.

Without a word, I moved her off and pushed her on her back, legs open to me. I kissed her twat lips and sucked them. They were long and fleshy, warm and fish scented. I sucked the flavor out of them as she writhed and moaned. Her cunt lips were really long and fleshy, I sucked them into me and twisted them. My tongue went in circles, then entered. I found the string and bit it, pulling it out slowly.

“Yeah, ohhhh, you’ve got it, go,” she wailed as I pulled out her puffy tampon.

It was reddened by her blood, her uteral excess and I took it into my mouth. I sucked the cotton and took in each flavor, the metal, the bitter, the depth, the salt. Clumps of wet stringy blood and guck came onto my taste buds. I chewed that cotton, seeking her pussy snot.

“Kate, you’re wet and bloody, you nasty bitch, what were you thinking,” I laughed as I coughed on her muck.

“I told you I wanted someone who wasn’t afraid of blood, I’m so horny during my period.”

She then pulled my head deeper into her cunt and lifted her legs as high as they could go. The tampon, like a cork unleashed, released a backup of menstrual muck, thick and lumpy that rushed out into my waiting mouth. This was followed by hot fresh liquid runny blood and pussy fluids which drenched my face.

“Diane, you have to let me taste you, you must, this isn’t fair.”

Her ooze was thick and syrupy now, strands webbing my chin to her hole.

“Kate, Love, please turn around, sit on me,” I asked as I repositioned myself on my back. I took off my blouse, then my bra, exposing two pink hard nipples. I didn’t want her blood to stain my clothes.

She complied and pressed her weight on my nose and mouth, now facing my feet. Her panties, hanging onto her ankles, fell off near my head. I leaned into them, they were totally brown and stained, smelling of a day’s worth of stink.

“You wanted nasty, didn’t you?” she asked me.

“What do you mean?” I responded.

“This.”

And my mouth tasted a hot salty trickle from her cunt, a flow of yellow that grew thicker. It was thick now and really strong. I drank and swallowed as it filled my mouth. More cunt ketchup sealed her piss into me as my lips parted.

“My scotch for you, Diane, she joked,” and clenching her pelvis muscles, squirting a final stream onto my face.

My mouth full, I pushed her off and kissed her, spitting a mouthful of pee back at her. This was the ultimate delicious skanky scent of a fertile woman showering me with her uteral essence.

I returned to tonguing her gash and focused on getting her to come. Her heaving was increasing, I knew I found the spot. I dug in and thrashed her inner folds, nuzzling her clit. She brought around her hand and began rubbing the top of her crack while I churned away. Her breathing came faster and she started moaning loudly.

“Oh, Diane, oh, oh, yeahh, ummmm,” and she threw her lower body on my head without restraint as she came. Her pussy opened up wide and shot out a ball of red slime with a spurt of pee. Wetness enveloped my lips and nose and her pelvis quivered for a time.

As soon as she caught her breath, she began feverishly removing my pants. I let her go. My buttons undone, skirt open, then off, then my panties, I think I heard them rip. Her mouth dug into my wettened pussy and opened it wide. I wasn’t done with her yet.

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Bus Trip Missed Stops

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This story is fiction. It concerns two older people who wind up as seatmates on a tour bus, and get into a “hold it” situation. There is no hard sex, and the activity is all consenual. Watersports, including “hold-it,” and a bit of exhibitionism. M/F, ws, exhib

The characters are older people, reflecting that watersports activities can be enjoyed by those who are no longer young.

* * * * *

Alan Wetherbee was a businessman who enjoyed travel. He may not have been particularly handsome, but at 57 he was certainly not unattractive. He was healthy, slender, gray haired and looked the international businessman he was. Not that he was particularly affluent, for he traveled as a representative for his company, but his schedule often gave him weekends or days without obligations when he could make his own side trips, and he loved these opportunities.

This day was one of those. He had a few days in this part of Scandinavia, and had booked a bus tour into the wild northern parts of the country. The trip left his hotel at seven A.M., and was not scheduled to return until late that evening. He and his fellow tourists would be taken through the rocky scenery of the rugged north country. After an early breakfast at his hotel, he waited for the tour bus with a number of others, none of whom he had met before.

He looked around at those waiting. There were several couples, and a number of older women. He saw no other men alone. Altogether, there seemed to be around thirty people.

As the bus arrived, they were briefed by their tour guide. They were to be given box lunches, as there would be few places to stop for food. The first stop was to be a small town, after about two hours of driving.

Alan entered the bus. As he was alone, he selected a window seat on the left hand side. A rather shy man socially, he really hoped that he would have the double seat to himself, as the bus would obviously not be full. However, as the last passengers boarded, a an older lady stepped to his seat and inquired, “Is this seat taken?” Alan, in gentlemanly manner, replied “Not at all. Please join me.” The lady seated herself beside him.

He studied her, trying not to be obvious. She was a tall but slender woman, not at all heavy, with a bit of a tanned complexion and modest breasts She wore a calf length skirt, suited to walking, he thought, and sturdy walking shoes. She had a colorful blouse and carried a canvas bag out of which a sweater protruded, apparently a provision for cooler weather. It was summer, but in the northern climates it might indeed get cool. She wore eyeglasses, and her gray hair was short and well groomed.

She introduced herself as Louise, from California, making a tour of Europe “Mostly on her own.” It seemed she had a group of female friends, but they had gone in other directions, so on this day she was by herself. Alan thought she seemed friendly enough, and though he was a bit shy with women, having been divorced several years earlier, and had few female friends.

They did strike up a conversation, and he found her an interesting seat mate. She was a widow of several years, slightly older than himself, but shared an interest in travel and the outdoors. Their conversation picked up, as the time passed rapidly.

After passing several historic sights pointed out by the guide, they came to their first rest stop at about nine fifteen. All left the bus, at a site which appeared to be a country inn. The stopping place had a small restaurant, a gift shop, and little else of interest. Most of the passengers immediately headed for the rest rooms. Alan went into the lobby, following several of the women travelers. There was a ladies’ toilet off the lobby, toward which most of the women gravitated. A sign in the lobby indicated that a convention of a women’s association was gathering there all day. When Alan approached the men’s toilet, he was greeted by a sign indicated it had been converted to a facility for women that day, apparently because of the number of women guests at the convention. There was an indication that a facility for men would be found in the garden.

Alan began to walk to the garden, then realized the walk was quite far, and at the time he was feeling no compelling need, so he opted to return to the bus. There would be another rest stop, he knew, before the lunch stop.

Returning to the bus, he was greeted by Louise. She engaged him in a discussion of the gift shop’s offerings which she had considered for her granddaughter; and shortly the bus was under way again.

About half past eleven, the bus pulled into a campsite (offering cabins, tents, and caravans), which was obviously the rest stop. Again, all got out. He and Louise parted company for the moment, as she headed to the local visitor center and shop. He headed for the building marked “toilets,” now feeling a definite need for relief. He found that the facility was a unisex complex, with both men and women queuing to use Çamlıdere Escort the same toilet stalls. One of the men in the party immediately called several other men aside, and suggested it would be courteous to allow the women to use the facility first, and the men would follow. Most seemed to accept this idea, and Alan, not wanting to stand in the queue, busied himself looking about the site while the women (including Louise, eventually, he noted), used the facility.

After the women had all finished, the men began to enter, and Alan joined at the end of the queue. Just as he was about two places from the head of the line, a second tour bus arrived and began discharging passengers. Most of these were women, and they immediately headed for the toilets. Alan, trained as a gentlemen, stood aside as a new group of women queued up ahead of him.

As he waited his turn, he heard the horn of his bus sound. Several passengers were looking at him through the windows, motioning for him to join them. Apparently all had boarded, and the bus was ready to depart. Alan, much aware of his unrelieved needs, returned to the bus, hoping the lunch stop would offer a better opportunity for relief.

On board, Louise greeted him warmly. “We thought we had lost you! You must have found something really interesting to visit. Tell me about it?” she inquired.

Alan chose not to explain his delay, but Louise, ever the conversationalist, continued. “I realize what happened, and I want you to know the ladies all appreciated it. It was nice of you men to let us use the bathroom first. But I think it made you late. And I think you are embarrassed about it! You were still around the bathroom, so I suppose you didn’t get to go until just about when we were ready to leave. I’ll bet that’s what happened, isn’t it?”

Alan tried to be friendly, but he didn’t want to tell Louise a falsehood. He was a bit too honest for that. He kept silence for a minute or so, and Louise smilingly thanked him again, “Anyway it was nice of you, and….” suddenly she hesitated, “but, you know, you looked like you were in the line again. Well, there’s nothing like being prepared. It may be a while before out next bathroom stop!”

Alan was a little embarrassed, and it showed. Gradually Louise began to suspect what had happened. “Alan, I didn’t get it right, did I? You were really still in line, and you didn’t get to go at all back there, did you? “

Alan shyly nodded his head. Then, very quietly, he told her about the second bus. She laughed, “Well, you were a real gentleman, but it was not too long after our stop at the hotel. You can probably afford to skip one stop. I probably could, if I had to.”

He blurted out, “I didn’t get to go at the hotel, either. The men’s room in the lobby had been converted for women, and I thought it was too far to go to walk out to the other one in the garden, so I just skipped it, then.”

Louise looked surprised. “You poor guy! You mean you haven’t been to the bathroom since we left the hotel? You must really need to go!”

Alan wasn’t accustomed to discussing his bodily functions with women, and really wished Louise hadn’t asked so much. But, yes, he did need to go, and his body was constantly reminding him of it. Louise tried to be helpful, “Why don’t we ask the driver to make a short stop for you somewhere? You could slip out, well, I suppose, behind a tree or something..”

“No!” Alan responded. “Look, really, I didn’t mean to tell you about it. I’d just be embarrassed if anyone knew about it. I just have to wait to the next stop.”

“But I know about it – I could ask for you. Maybe I could ask them to stop for me. They would stop for a woman, surely.”

“And would you go behind the tree for me, too?” he asked.

She laughed at the absurdity of his suggestion. “No, I guess I couldn’t. And, anyway, I’d really be embarrassed, too. I understand your feelings.”

For a while they changed the subject, and talked about the sub-arctic scenery they were passing. Louise was friendly and well-travelled, and she was keeping Alan occupied with their conversation.

Drinks were distributed, and Louise took a can of soda for herself and one for Alan. As she passed him one, he remarked, ” Really, I’d better not. It would make things worse!” She kept the second can, patting his arm gently in a show of compassion. His remark drew her attention to his growing discomfort.

Alan was indeed getting very uncomfortable. He squirmed just a bit. Louise noticed, and tried to comfort him. “I wish I could do something for you,” she commented, “Is it really uncomfortable?” He nodded, and she continued, “I can remember times when I needed to go to the bathroom and I couldn’t, so I know how it feels when your bladder is really full and you can’t do anything about it. I expect yours is giving you a lot of discomfort. It must be at least six hours since you emptied it, hasn’t it?”

He Çamlıdere Escort Bayan was a little shocked by her frankness in discussing his anatomy, but it was a little comforting to know that she could relate to the problem from her own experience. But then, almost anyone could, he reflected, but most people wouldn’t talk about it.

He glanced at Louise, now having finished her drink, began gulping down the one she had offered to Alan. “You must have been thirsty,” he commented.

“Well, I can’t help you with your problem, Alan, but I do feel for you. You were a real gentleman back there, Alan, and if I can’t help you, the least I can do is get myself in the same condition so I can share your misery!” With that, she leaned out, and asked the tour guide for another can of soda.

Alan was amazed. Here was a woman, not only willing to talk about an intimate function with him, but deliberately creating a problem for herself, for no other reason than to be in the same uncomfortable condition he was in.

Within a few minutes, Louise had downed four cans of soda. Alan’s distress was unrelieved, but her actions were at least a distraction for him.

The tour guide had told them the lunch stop would be at a grassy bit of park land, where they would have a picnic lunch, but that there would be no facilities or shelters of any kind. The news hit both of them with a bit of surprise.

Louise commented first, “We’ll have to find you a private place there. Maybe we can do it so no one will notice.” Alan agreed, adding, “If you had known that, I bet you wouldn’t have drunk all that soda. You’re going to be hurting as much as I am, and my bladder is aching pretty bad already.”

Louise returned her usual smile, “No. I would have drunk it anyway. I’m going to keep you company in this, because I can’t do anything else for you. And in case you want to know, I’ve now got a full bladder too – but it isn’t aching yet. I expect it will be!” Her hand slipped to her abdomen, and she felt herself, pressing slightly to check the sensation.

The bus ran on, the tour guide giving a running commentary on the passing countryside. Both Alan and Louise were oblivious to the guide’s remarks, now absorbed in their own internal feelings. Alan was becoming desperately uncomfortable, and was seriously concerned about how long he could restrain his now painful bladder. Louise, at first almost nonchalant in her expressed desire to share his discomfort, was now losing her smile as her own bladder became distended more and more.

“Can you hold it just a bit longer? ,” she asked, as the guide indicated the lunch stop was now about ten minutes away. She added, “I can hold out, but I’m starting to ache, too. How are you doing? ” Alan was squirming in his seat, trying somehow to find a spot that that just a bit more comfortable. “Ten minutes is going to be about my limit, and I hope we can find a place once we get off!”

The bus stopped, and the passengers climbed off. The guide briefed them on the area, checked to insure that each had a box lunch, then invited them to explore the nearby area and find a place for lunch, reminding them that had an hour to be back to the bus.

The stopping place was grassy, with only a few small, sub-arctic bushes. There were no real trees, and the only signs of shelter were the rock formations which rose around them in clusters.

Alan and Louise, carrying their lunches, followed the group as they headed off along a path. Both were scanning for a place offering a bit of privacy. Little was to be found. At one point, Louise said something about a rock reminding her of a geologic formation she had read of, and loudly invited Alan to join her in inspecting it. They moved away from the group, and along a short path that led a bit downhill, into an area between two large boulders. As they moved between the rocks, the path abruptly turned to the left, and a deep gully yawned in front of them. Louise whispered to Alan, “Will this do for you? I can stand guard, and tell you if anyone follows us!”

Alan quickly moved along the turn in the path a few feet, until he was standing in the shadow of the large rock. Louise stepped back along the path, but he stopped her. “You’d better stand there,” he said, indicating a point on the right hand side of the path, somewhat in front of the sheltered spot where he was standing. “If you’re there, I can see you, and you can signal me if anyone comes… please, I really can’t wait!”

Louise took the position indicated, from which she could see back down the path, and view other passengers walking about some distance away. She was also in a position to view Alan, but tried to avert her eyes. Alan at first tried turning his back to her, but he was too close to the rock, and then spun around, facing the gully in front. Almost ignoring Louise, he reached down, opened his fly, and began to draw out his penis. Suddenly, he stopped, blushing, Escort Çamlıdere and looked directly at Louise. “I’m sorry – I’m sorry– I don’t do this in front of ladies. Forgive me, I forgot for a moment, but, gosh, I’ve gotta go!” She smiled and looked directly at him, “That’s all right. Don’t mind me – I know how much you need to. Just go ahead, it’s all right. ”

Alan, need overcoming embarrassment, aimed his penis into the gully and released his urine stream. It shot out under great pressure, jetting out several feet and falling into the gully. His eyes shifted to Louise. He caught her staring at his exposed organ, and she quickly raised her gaze to meet his eyes. “I am keeping watch,” she said, “no one’s coming. Go ahead. Gee, you really needed to go. It’s going out so far!”

Alan tried to appear calm. Here he was, urinating a strong stream with a woman watching him, and he was trying to carry on a conversation with her. All he could think to say was “I’m really sorry about this – I don’t do this in front of women. I didn’t mean to embarrass you by making you watch–” She cut him off, reassuring him, “Really, now, I don’t mind at all. I haven’t watched a man do that in a very long time. I’m glad you’re shy. I think it’s harder for you than me. But go ahead and finish. ” Now she was shifting her glance between looking down the path, and watching his penis discharging its liquid stream.

At length he was finished. He concealed his private parts again and zipped his fly. He started to turn to go back down the path, but he was stopped short.

“Not so fast, Alan,” Louise called to him. “Now it’s your turn to keep guard.” She motioned for him to take the position she had held before. “I need you to watch while I get rid of those four cans of soda. And I can’t wait to find another place, so this will have to do. ” She positioned herself facing the gully, in the spot Alan had stood. She tried to squat, but on the narrow path there wasn’t room to do so easily. She told Alan, “You probably made me blush, watching a man pee, and I’m going to pay you back. Will you be embarrassed to watch a woman pee? Because you’re going to, and I don’t think I can squat properly, so you are going to have to watch me try to do it standing up – and I’m determined not to get this skirt wet!” She reached up under her skirt, pulled down her white panties, then stepped out of them. With both hands, she raised her skirt to waist height, displaying her lower body with its triangular patch of dark pubic hair. She spread her legs, and released her urination. It sprayed out from her, some running down her legs, but mostly jetting in a thick torrent dropping in front of her.

Her face in a noticeable blush, she looked Alan in the eye. “I never did this in front of a man, but after seeing how shy you were doing it in front of me, I just had to make you watch! It’s my time to apologize, I suppose, but I’m glad you’re such a good sport.” The water continued to pour out of her, while Alan stared, almost in shock.

Finally, her stream ceased. She looked about for something to wipe herself with, but seeing nothing, dropped her skirt and then stepped back into her panties and pulled them up.

“Feel better?” she asked Alan “I know I do!”

Alan hardly knew what to say. They walked back to the group, together, not only relieved but somehow now a bit bonded, having shared a rather intimate experience. Together, they sat on the grass and shared their lunch. They were like two children, who had somehow got away with a slightly naughty activity.

Back on the bus, the tour continued for another hour or so until they reached another rest stop. This one was a small store, with some public toilets outside. Louise eyed the facilities, then nudged Alan gently, saying, somewhat jokingly, “I don’t need to – and I don’t think you do either!”

Neither of them used the facilities. They simply went together around the store, sharing their enjoyment of everything they saw. Alan, who had been shy around women, was feeling more comfortable around Louise than he would have thought possible a day earlier.

Just before leaving the store, Louise gave him a mischievous look, then said she wanted to make a small purchase, while he returned to the bus.

When she slipped into her seat beside him, she had a bag containing a dozen cans of soft drinks of several varieties. Alan looked at her, quizzically. “Wait till we leave” was all she would say.

The tour had two more stops to make, before the final return to the hotel. In northern Scandinavia in summertime, night is only a brief period, so the bus would continue the tour well into the evening.

A while after leaving the rest stop, Louise handed him a canned drink. “I think you need it,” was her comment, as she also opened one for herself. He was a bit puzzled, but knew she was up to something, so he played along. Once he had downed the can’s contents, Louise promptly produced another and handed it to him.

“Are you just trying to get me so I need to find a bathroom?,” he asked her, knowing she was working on some such plan. “No,” she replied, “and I don’t intend for you to find a bathroom, either. Nor do I. And I expect you to skip the next bathroom stop, too; just like I’m going to.”

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Brod: Breeding Osaka Pt. 02

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The doors opened before them. They entered the spa area we’d commandeered. With every nubile new arrival I laid eyes on, I felt a slight pang in my balls. My sperm were multiplying. I swear I could feel it! I felt pressure increasing as their scent reached me. I felt the shift deep in my gut, the deep breath in my chest. I needed them, but I squeezed the back of the chair and kept my composure.

And directly ahead, they’d see me, standing behind my custom-built chair. It hid everything from my sternum on down. Behind me was a bed, and behind that was a wall of glass. The morning sun lit the Osaka skyline. I stood in the middle of a recessed circular area adjacent to the window. This area usually housed spa tables, and it had a drains around the edges. If you’ve read my stories, you know how important that particular feature is.

The space was airy and warm in color, with a lot of bamboo. Surrounding the recessed area were rows of chaises, radiating outward. We’d had to fill most of the space with them, because I’d be serving about sixty women each day I was here. Each chaise and the bed had a cover over it—they apparently make cloth-like fluid-proof covers for mattresses, and covering the furniture herein with the same material was a lot cheaper than me going to the trouble of buying new furniture. And, really, it was hardly noticeable since it did indeed feel like cloth.

I was dressed in a luxurious purple robe. But with how heavily I’m hung, the halves don’t really cover my junk so much as drape to either side of it. I had pulled the halves forward so even if they came around the side, they wouldn’t immediately see my equipment.

But they couldn’t see my lower body. They just saw my shoulders and my smile. The ladies mostly looked somewhat confused as they looked around the room. I beckoned everyone forward and spoke up in Japanese. “Anata wa, mawari no shushu dekiru yo daremoga, no chikaku ni kimasu.” Everyone, come as close as you can, gather round.

The chaises made that difficult, but a woman is much smaller than a chaise so they were able to fill the circle around me. They looked at each other, some swallowing, some biting their lips. A lot of stomachs were turning, pushing upward into throats.

Some began questioning their life decisions, some began wondering what the baby would look like, some thought I looked sort of like a sumo. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I could smell the subtle perfumes of all of them. I drew slow breaths, controlling the rumble deep in my balls. I could feel the burning libido in my loins, the pressure, the iron grip of my instinct to make mommies. That grip was squeezing my balls, and it wouldn’t relent—especially now that their emptying was imminent.

After a couple of minutes, they’d formed a rough circle around me. They stood at the edges of the recess. Thalita and Valeska came in, their stature drawing their fair share of stares, even though the women had passed the two outside.

It probably didn’t help that they were both wearing masks over their mouth and nose. With their skimpy swimsuits, they looked sort of like they’d just stepped out of Mortal Kombat. Yara appeared as well, dressed the same. Nahid was still in her bath. I wasn’t sure where Mariam was. Jane wasn’t there, but she didn’t really care about watching. One of the reasons I hired her was specifically because she doesn’t experience sexual desires and thus could conduct my operations with a clear head. Mariam wasn’t as much of a minx as her mother—but I’d taken care of her more than a few times.

My nuts were boiling and pressurized. I felt a glob of jizz leak from my cock and splat on the floor. I heard a couple of gasps. I opened my eyes, saw all of them watching me. Most were dressed very plainly, as instructed. But others had ignored our suggestions and dressed in fairly nice clothing.

Ms. Shizuka entered the room, prim and proper as she’d been described. She didn’t have a facemask on, but she also wouldn’t be here for very long. She very politely shuffled through the crowd and bowed to me. I returned the gesture and spoke in English, “I’m pleased to finally meet you, Shizuka-san.”

“And you as well, Kanayama-san. The stories precede you,” she said, offering her hand. I was slightly surprised—native Japanese did not usually shake hands—but then again, Western culture was penetrating theirs as much as I was penetrating their women. Her tiny hand disappeared into my meaty paw. I squeezed it. She gave a firm shake and continued, “My colleagues have told me about your … events. If I may make a comment, I was skeptical when I heard such a thing was even legal.”

I chuckled. “Legally speaking, these are fertility treatments,” I explained.

“That is what I’m told.”

“I’m only going to need you for a short time, but please remain available,” I told her. “What were you told about your role for the next two weeks?”

“I am to help with the orientation Aydınlıkevler Escort of your … patients … and to translate your opening remarks. Then I am to remain available if you need me during the event,” she answered.

I nodded, “That’s right. We don’t want you getting drawn into the event itself because someone around here needs to be professional,” I chuckled.

“I assure you I have the utmost self-control, Kanayama-san.”

“I’m sure you do, but you haven’t seen anything like what’s going to happen here today,” I told her. “It may sound like I’m bragging, but I will impregnate all sixty of these women and it’s likely that most of this room is going to be covered in my sperm.”

She shuffled slightly.

“I will be pumping them full of so much semen they won’t be able to move.”

She gulped.

I grinned. this was fun. “This pit will be knee-deep with my sperm, they will have to wade through it.”

“Mr. Kanayama, I … do not need to know the details,” she said, her voice a bit breathy.

I chuckled. “Let’s get going.”

She nodded.

I bowed to my “guests.” I held my robe closed as I turned to each side and bowed to the women around me. I spoke again in Japanese. “Welcome, ladies. I am honored to meet you all. I am Kanayama Minoru, but you probably know me by my American name, Brod. You can call me either name. I want you all to be comfortable. I understand that this is a strange event. But my staff and I want to make it a great day for you. First, I will take off my clothes so that you can see me. Then, my employees will strip. Finally, I will ask all of you to take off your own clothes. Then we will start. Are there any questions?”

I repeated the same speech in English. Shizuka-san repeated it in Chinese.

The women all looked at each other. One stepped down. She bowed. I bowed back. She was small and was slender, but she had wide hips. Not much of an ass or tits, but I hardly cared. The woman was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “If no one protests, I would like to go first.”

I looked around the room. No one said anything.

“What is your name?”

“Keiko. Four of my friends had your children,” she told me.

“And are they happy?” I asked, smiling warmly.

Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled back. “Very happy! I would also be honored to bear your children, Minoru-sama,” she bowed deeply as she said this. It was all I could do not to throw her on the bed and pound her pussy right then.

“I’m glad you are here, Keiko. I appreciate your deference, but am here to serve to you,” I explained.

She nodded. “You are more humble than I thought you would be,” she said. “Given your … place in life.”

I smiled and gestured for her to step back.

“By now, Jane must have showed you the cast of my cock. Let me show you the real thing.” I stepped around the chair and slipped my robe off. Plush purple poured onto the ground. Jaws fell. Hands slapped cheeks. There were gasps and eyes as wide as saucers.

I let their eyes roam over my bare body. I am not especially tall—about six feet. But I am broad—it is my name, after all. I am not built like an underwear model—I look more like an offensive lineman or a strongman.

My thick-fingered hands settled on my hips. My arms looked bigger than their legs, powerful biceps under an adipose sheath, wide shoulders with huge deltoids defined in the light behind me. My core wasn’t chiseled, but one could see the outline of my rectus abdominis and the bulk of my pecs and the breadth of my lats. My legs were just as robust, each one as big as one of those ladies’ waists. Huge quads shifted under the surface. All was covered in skin baked to a honeyed tan in the sunlight of Tocobaga Bay. My black hair was cropped short, my face a rounded square with a sturdy jaw, sitting atop my thick neck.

But the star of the show was, of course, my monstrous cock. I was still 28 inches at this time. Soft, it was 19 inches in length and thicker than a two-liter bottle. The glans was the size of a large grapefruit. Each testicle was easily bigger than a volleyball or my head. All hung low in front of me, heavy and dripping.

I held on to control as I waved them in and said, “This is going to be inside you today. Get to know it.”

There was a moment of hesitation. One by one, then clumps, then the entire crowd approached. Women got to their knees. Some of them were already stripping. Keiko was at the forefront, kneeling directly ahead of me, her jaw open, big brown eyes looking up at me as her little hands rubbed over my ludicrous member.

More women got down on their knees. I groaned as my cock disappeared under their touching hands. My heartbeat quickened, my cock began to bloat. It began pulsing, swelling, growing.

“The dildo was real!”

“I can’t believe this!”

“It’s the size of a tree!”

Their hands Aydınlıkevler Escort Bayan caressed and hefted my balls. Even as big as they were, they were obscured by the hands kneading the thick flesh, the fingertips caressing my fertility. I shuddered slightly and let out a groan. They were just stimulating more sperm production. It was pouring from my tip, but no one seemed to mind.

“They’re bigger than footballs!”

“So heavy. We’ll all get pregnant!”

My cock reached its titanic full size. I needed to fuck! My balls just got fuller and tighter and heavier and the hands kept touching and rubbing their over-sensitive surface. Cups of pre and cum poured from my tip. Keiko let it all gush over her clothing, soaking her shirt and jeans, smiling happily as she gulped down mouthfuls of the hot fluid. The mixture oozed over her face, hot slime coating her lips, pouring around her nose, dripping down her neck.

Behind them, my girls were now all naked, but no one was paying attention to them.

“Take off your clothes,” I told Keiko. Apparently, a lot of the women thought I was addressing them, because a lot of clothes were disappearing and a lot of tits were appearing.

“We have racks to hang up your clothes,” I said, not that I think any of them noticed. I had an avalanche of flesh upon me, women at all angles. I was fine with this, because my balls were ready to explode!

I didn’t even make it to the bed. It was too much to take. Dozens of hands stroking my cock and balls. Fingers in every crevice. So many tongues lapping at my balls. Even for a normal guy. If that many women are rubbing you, how do you keep your composure?

I grabbed Keiko over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She yelped. I sat in the chair. My balls hit the floor. SMAK. I lowered her. Her hot, dripping, pink little pussy met my cock’s tip. I gripped my organ with one hand while my other arm lowered her from my powerful shoulder. She gripped the back of the chair. I grunted and pushed her down. I felt her stretching out around my cock like rubber. She howled. The crowd of horny women kneaded my balls. Hot precum and sperm gushed out and into Keiko’s snatch.

I let out a long groan as I pushed her downward, putting more pressure on her. Keiko made needy mewling noises. My hot fluids pushed up into her body, lubing the way. And finally schplop! My massive glans was inside her. Her flat, pale belly bulged out, outlining my monster. My fluids gushed into her, filling her with my heat. She screamed and erupted, howling at the Osaka skyline and clenching around me. Her legs went briefly limp. Her nails scratched my shoulders and neck.

A miasma of raw, uncut, mind-cloying, cunt-warming musk radiated out from us as my juices flowed. Left with little alternative, the pit was quickly devolving into a writhing sea of flesh. Bodies were everywhere. They were kneading and rubbing and licking and kissing my balls and each other. I began to push Keiko further down. Women clutched and stroked any available part of my shaft. They even descended on the non-cock parts of my body, tongues running up my shoulders, neck, stomach.

She came again as my cock stretched her belly out with its sheer size.. Her eyes rolled back, her legs kicked, her toes curled. I grabbed her hips tightly, bucked my own, and my cock slammed into her cervix. I felt her womb resisting me, my cock bulging up near her belly button. SKLLLRRRT! SKLLLRRRT! “Mmaaauugh! Haheeee! Hhaaaahhh!” she screamed, needing no translation. Keiko kept squirting, drenching my cock and the women under her in her sparkling juices. I heard squealing and screaming around as they were wet.

The whole room smelled like the inside of a dripping cunt, a musky lust-fog, and I loved it. All of them were dripping wet! I caught flashes, trickling rivulets running down thighs. Sparkling, clear streams on soft skin. The only ones remaining calm were my girls, watching from the back with the more conservative women. Even then, I could see dresses and pants with dark patches.

WHUMP. WHUMP. My cock rammed into the barrier, demanding entry to her womb. It obliged and yielded. GLURCH. She dropped lower with a howl, her legs flailing. Keiko kicked a couple of ladies. And again, she came her head off, her eyes showing white, her jaw threatening to pop off her head. My hands wrapped around her waist as I pumped her up and down my titanic rod, manhandling her like a toy. SKLLLRSCH, SKLLLRSCH. Juices squished and squirted as I used her petite body. This was not lovemaking, and I’m not sure a lot of people would even call it sex. She stretched around my giant organ, a fleshy sleeve, and I used her to empty my aching nuts.

Sweat rolled down my body as she howled again in my ear. I groaned. My balls rumbled. She’d never felt anything like it before, fire blasting her flesh like a spear, burning it with raw pleasure as her womb and cunt were devastated. Escort Aydınlıkevler I looked up at her, gritted my eyes. My toes gripped the floor. My hips bucked in the chair. Sex-syrup stuck under my ass as I bounced. Sklorsch-sklorsch-sklorsch. It ran down my legs and over my feet and into waiting mouths.

There was no point holding back. I don’t know how long it was, but it was enough. I felt the quake in my balls. I felt the pressure build and release. The wonderful swell of my urethra, stretching out my cock’s throat. A solid column of sperm, stretching out the inside of my organ.

I spoke in her ear. “Say hello to your new babies.” GLOOOOOOORCH. That column of jizz exploded in her womb, a tsunami of thick white heat.

“HAWAAAAUUGH! Give! Me baby!” she screeched as her legs dangled uselessly and she came again.

SPLUUUURCH, SPLUUUUURCH! Each wad of jizz left my cock with the force of a train, gushing for several long, uninterrupted moments as her belly grew bigger and bigger. The jiggling flesh swelled up and filled the space between us.

My own eyes closed. I panted, my hands slipping up and holding her under her shoulders as I felt the orgasm. The tingle, the magical sensation in my balls.

As good as an orgasm feels, it’s a different magnitude when I know I’m putting a baby in a woman. Nothing feels more natural. Nothing feels better than having my potence unshackled and making a brand new mother.

GLUUUURCH GLUUURCH GLUUUURCH. I came and came. The heat filled her. She went limp. Valeska started wading through the crowd. Keiko’s belly bulged out to the sides, engulfing my stomach and chest. She felt twice as hot as before, sweaty skin against sweaty skin as I pumped her full of spunk. I felt all the ladies squeezing and massaging my balls, encouraging me to fill her even more. Cupfuls of jizz blasted out around my girth, white sheets down my cock, down my balls, lapped up by their waiting tongues.

I saw one of the blonde women down there. One of the Chinese women. Thai, Russia. My cock brought them all together. No one needed a language to know what was happening.

Valeska grabbed Keiko’s shoulders. I relaxed against the chair. The Japanese woman’s belly had to be a meter across, more than doubling her weight, and GLURCH-GLURCH-GLURCH, I was still cumming.

The jizz coming out around my cock increased, gushing onto me by the liter instead of the cup. And, stupidly enough, a tiny part of me standing way in the background, in another room, perhaps, was proud that the chair didn’t even creak. I’d built it with this exact thing in mind. It was strong as hell.

“Too much! Too much!” cried Keiko before going limp again. I managed to nod at Valeska. She pulled Keiko off my cock. SCHLOOORPH! Keiko’s gaping cunt gushed jizz all over her naked neighbors.

SPLUUUURCH! My cock kept gushing. I’d already surpassed my normal, restricted orgasms. A column of jizz an inch thick snaked from my cock, a flying rope that splattered and painted women like geishas. Mouths latched onto my cock, hands pumped my slick flesh, and they fought over my potent sperm. They lapped and gulped for the next few minutes until I was done.

One of the white women appeared in front of me shoved past the smaller Japanese ladies. Maybe six feet tall, fairly athletic, faint wrinkles, freckles. Maybe in her fifties. She yelled something in Russian, turned around, and slammed her wet cunt into my cock’s head. Some of the women she’d trampled yelled at her and commented on just how rude Americans are.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to butt ahead?” I asked her. I don’t think she understood. “But if that’s what you want….” I chuckled. My hands clamped over her hips. She looked startled, her blue eyes widening as she looked back at me, her jaw falling. I think that it only now dawned on her what she’d just done.

My shoulders rolled back. My biceps flexed, my lats pulled, my hands held her fast. I wrenched her toward me and onto my raging fuckrod. That pussy stretched like a rubber band, forced to accommodate my titanic erection, much in the same way that a one-car garage can be forced to accommodate an eighteen wheeler.

She screamed in tongues. I had no idea what she was saying, but it sounded great to me. I don’t know if she spoke English, but I didn’t care. My thick arms flexed. Precum and sperm gushed into her pussy. She arched her back and started to gush in return, all over my cock, screaming at the crowd as I shoved my glans into her cervix.

Valeska carried Keiko’s limp body and put her up on one of the chaises. She splayed out like a ragdoll, her gaping cunt gushing sperm.

Some of the Japanese women lunged forward, shoving the Russian girl further back into my cock. WHRCH. I penetrated her womb. Underneath, her belly bulged and tented up past her cervix, hot liquid gushing into her body as she screamed again. It seemed the crowd was miffed by her rudeness.

I reached forward and grabbed the blonde’s upper arms. I rose out of my chair. Even though the girl’s feet reached the slimy floor, her legs were useless. They dangled as I pumped her whole body up and down my cock. Her fat tits jiggled and flopped. Her toes drew trails in the cum beneath us. The women continued to assault my balls from all angles.

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Brasilia

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EMB 120 Brasilia – by Jamie – 2114 words about fetishes.

Nothing in this story is non-consensual, and nobody is ever left restrained and unattended. All participants are well over 18 years of age.

Bloomington Minnesota – 1995

Lisa and I, Jamie, had just awakened fifteen stories in the air, in a hotel room overlooking the beautiful Interstate 494 – Highway 100 cloverleaf, and the city of Edina beyond it. We took the elevator down fourteen floors and had breakfast before returning to our room and our captive. We were nice, we brought her some fresh cantaloupe, orange juice and vanilla yogurt.

When we returned to the adjoining room through the connecting door, Kelli was still blindfolded, gagged and tied to the bed frame where we had last seen her. Scott was having a terrific time teasing her, getting her close to coming, then slowing down and watching her pussy try in vain to find the fingers that had been making love to it moments before. It was a game she really likes, although she professes not to.

Kelli had a morning routine, and she was very high maintenance. But that did not matter to us, because Scott would be attending to her needs. Lisa and I just sat back and watched the show, while we played with each other’s pussies and each other’s nipple rings through our underwear. We were quite the foursome.

Scott got Kelli ready for work, we had a nine-thirty AM departure from Minneapolis’ Wold-Chamberlain Field, known in the business as MSP. Our aircraft was an Embraer 120 Brasilia, two turboprops, two pilots, two flight attendants, a galley, bathroom and eleven rows of two by one passenger seating. It was safe, quiet, smooth and all in all – rather boring.

MSP is located on the site of historic Fort Snelling, where in 1862 Union military commanders took advantage of the ongoing insurrection down south to nullify previously signed treaties with the Sioux. They launched a punitive military expedition against them, relocated them and ultimately hung their leaders as “rebels,” something they chose not to do to Senator Davis. But then Jeff Davis didn’t own real-estate that the railroads wanted either.

We would be flying all over the upper midwest today before “dying,” going off duty due to duty hour restrictions, at Truax Field in Madison Wisconsin. There, we had reservations at the Edgewater, a swanky 1940s high rise hotel on the shores of Lake Mendota, just a few blocks from the University docks the rowing teams used. Scott and Kelli were our flight attendants.

We had a deal, we made sure they got assigned together, and we got to watch. They enjoyed having an audience, and our watching them was certain to get us preheated for a bit of one-on-one baking in the adjoining room. It was so funny how clueless most people were. At work Scott was seen as the John Ritter character from ‘Three’s Company.’ People think all male flight attendants are gay. Scott and Kelli were totally hetero and totally ‘D and s, M and f.’ Lisa and I were Beypazarı Escort the ‘gay’ ones.

Lisa and I put our hoodies on as we sat on the second bed nearer the window. Scott escorted Kelli, wearing wrist cuffs clipped together so that she cannot touch herself, from the bathroom where he had just showered her. He has the air conditioner on as low as it will go in the room because it makes Kelli’s pink pencil eraser nipples hard and stand free from her breasts. Big beautiful breasts with last evenings red flogger markings still visible on her alabaster skin.

Scott has her lie down face up on the other bed, and he gently rubs the mentholated shaving cream on Kelli’s mound and labia. He is going to shave her. Scott inserts two fingers into her vagina, and pulling up with those fingers starts to shave her. But Kelli is trying to squirm, and get a little stimulation.

“Be still,” Scott said grinning, “we wouldn’t want to cut anything important off of us by mistake.”

He got her mound done but she was wiggling around so much that he withdrew his fingers and asked us to hold her legs. He finished up on her labia with us holding her still. He motioned for us to move closer to her head, bending her in half, as he checked the rubber butt plug she was wearing. Finally, he used a thin cane to deliver five good strong strokes across her buttocks.

We released Kelli. Scott, holding her cuffed hands above her head, led her gagged and blindfolded to the bathroom. He stopped and carefully guided her so that she might sit upon the toilet. The bathroom was small, and we did not watch them in there, although we could hear every sound. Scott removed Kelli’s butt-plug, so that she could release the enemas he had given her earlier, half-an-hour or more ago, before we went to breakfast.

We had seen her little belly bulge when she was tied to the bed, and when she was being shaved. We knew what it felt like, and knew it came as a wonderful relief when she was able to empty herself. I don’t think a master electrician could map our human circuitry. How something could both stimulate and hurt going in; push hard on you and feel good while being retained; then make you cramp and hurt coming back out. All the while making you totally euphoric, possibly even orgasm, as I think Kelli just did from listening to her.

Scott removed Kelli’s blindfold and gag. He kissed her, cleaned her, and comforted her, before leading her out of the bathroom, with her hands over her head to get dressed. It’s part of their ritual. Kelli may never-ever touch herself. Scott unclipped her cuffs, handing one to each of us as we sit on either side of her. Scott went to her suitcase and returned with several tubes, bottles and a jar.

He rubs a soothing medicinal salve on her breasts with their day old red marks, and on the new red marks on her buttocks.

“We are just going to make you glow,” he said, as he started working on his masterpiece. “A little Beypazarı Escort Bayan hydrating eye cream, a good lip balm, and a hydrating primer.”

Looking at me, he said, “Kelli here really benefits from the oil-reducing qualities of this primer.”

“You know, Scott, it’s really hard to believe you aren’t gay,” I said.

Scott winked and blew me a kiss at me as he continued. “We’ll do our brows and our eyes before putting on a nice foundation, that way I can clean up underneath.”

“Yeah,” said Lisa, “he knows more about makeup than I do.”

“That’s a really low bar,” Scott said, smiling and turning to my lover. “Kelli here never has to worry about mascara smudges. Next we work on our foundation, and blending everything all together overall. Then we just put a little bit of color on our cheeks, and pop!”

“Yeah,” said Lisa, “worries about smudges keep me up at night. Who is this ‘we’ you keep referring to?”

“Don’t you want to know,” Scott said. “We just do a little powder to make everything last, and our lipstick is always last. I know we will have to reapply it later.”

“Damn,” Lisa said, admiring his work.

We have seen it before, but Scott’s artistry never failed to amaze us. Kelli looked like she just had a professional makeup artist prepare her for a film shoot.

Scott went to Kelli’s suitcase and retrieved her ‘plug’ panties. Made of thick black rubber, they had two phalluses on the inside. We three stood, and Scott got on his knees, and slid them up Kelli’s legs. Kelli placed her hands palms down atop her head, and Lisa held them both down with her hand. I held Kelli to keep her from falling, while Scott worked her two rubber ‘husbands’ into her front and back doors.

Scott went back to the suitcase and retrieved another heavy black rubber undergarment. Kelli moaned as her bra, which was a size too small, was fitted squishing her bruised breasts. Once it was in place, and cinched tight there would be no stimulation possible to those big beautiful pink nipples.

A fourth trip to the suitcase yielded a pair of dark blue nylon uniform stockings, which Scott carefully put on Kelli’s shapely legs. Two thick rubber bands fit around her thighs to hold the stockings up. Those bands attached to a rubber girdle of sorts, that severely constrained the size of her gait when walking

It was really only noticeable in the terminal building, a very few pilots and other flight attendants knew, and smiled as she passed by. But most people are self-involved and don’t even notice. Once on the airplane her short gait was assumed to be related to the smallness of available aisle space, and her desire to remain balanced. Ha, ha, as if any of us were balanced.

Finally Scott retrieved Kelli’s dark blue uniform dress, it was tight, just big enough to cover her black rubber undergarments. We called down to the front desk, as Scott put Kelli’s one inch higher than uniform height flawlessly Escort Beypazarı polished blue pumps on her feet. They kissed passionately, as Lisa and I grabbed our hats, uniform jackets, Jepp cases suitcases and the like. They followed with Scott carrying her case.

Unable to locate a cart, Kelli has an easier time hobbling towards the elevators in heels while securely plugged in her most intimate places that we did hauling all of our luggage downstairs. We signed out of the hotel, and climbed on board the little shuttle bus for the airport. Being the only four passengers, I held Lisa’s hand and watched Kelli basically crawl on top of Scott. I thought back on what we missed this morning, choosing instead to get a little more sleep.

On duty Scott and Kelli are the epitome of professional and competent, so we choose to fly with them a lot. We have seen and been a part of their antics for a few years now. This morning Lisa and I snuggled and listened to the live sex show on the ‘open door radio network’ without getting out of the comfy bed.

Scott had opened the connecting door and had taken Kelli to the bathroom to pee. Kelly sleeps with these oven-mitt-type anti-masturbation gloves buckled on her so she can’t touch herself. Scott walked her to the commode. She sat and peed, and Scott pulled down his pajamas so that she could give him a ‘start the day out right’ blow job as she sat on the toilet.

Then they stepped into the shower. Kelli cannot touch herself, but when she is ‘good…’

That is one of the things Lisa and I find weird, no not phallus panties, faux punishment. If I want to give Lisa five hard swats with the riding crop across her mound, I just say it. And since she loves me, and it’s fun she says “yes” and we do it. None of this “you’ve been bad and must be punished nonsense. Heck, if we went that route, I would be doing “bad” stuff constantly just to get “punished.”

So most of the time Kelli is ‘good’ and gets to bathe Scott. Then Scott bathes Kelli, taking care to edge her and not let her come. He takes his time and gets the best products and really makes love with her hair in the shower. If Scott ever gives up being a flight-attendant he would make a great beautician.

After hair care it was enema time. Still in the shower Kelli would place her palms on the back of the shower enclosure, butt in the air, and legs spread wide. Scott would lubricate and then gently fuck her with the nozzle as he slid it into her ass. They had a two quart red rubber bag and Scott always used distilled water with four spoons of kosher salt to avoid absorption.

He would hang the bag on the towel bar and lovingly massage Kelli’s ass and belly as she slowly filled. Once she was as full as she was getting, he would carefully remove the nozzle and push her butt-plug in to retain the salt water. Then he would walk her out to the bed, put her ankle cuffs on and tie her securely to the four corners of the bed.

That is where we came in this morning, we had showered, and we walked over to see if they wanted anything from the buffet downstairs. Kelli had her blindfold on, and Scott was kneeling astride her head. Scott answered for her, as she had his erect penis somewhere between her mouth and throat and was humming as she sucked him and he fucked her face.

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Becoming Alice Edwards slave Ch. 02

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I sat in my office with more nervous excitement than I could remember. In two days time so much had suddenly changed. I had begged Alice Edwards on my knees for a chance to avoid being fired. I had kissed her feet in my office. She had agreed to give me a chance in return for her strict supervision and my compliance with her professional and personal direction. And I had learned that our education dept. head Sandy Haslem was under her mentoring as well both personally and professionally.

I had been in my office early as ordered when the desk phone rang. On the other end of the line was none other than Sandy Haslem. “Good morning. Alice has me checking in with you this morning to make sure you continue to follow her directions. I’ll be in the office shortly a little early myself. I have some things from Alice for you to look over. And we have so much to talk about. I’m more excited to get to the office than I have been in a long time. It will be just you and me in today. Some schedules have been changed. I hope you’ll like my shoes today and my new pedicure. See you soon. Bye.” Sandy teased with an usually pleasant voice.

Again my head was spinning as I flashed back to the things I had learned and done over the past two days. I was wondering what was going to happen today with what Sandy had learned and been told. And what Alice would have her doing with me. I was ordered to fully respect her and consider her words as having come from Alice.

Sandy was usually friendly and professional in our past interaction but reserved. But I had never heard her voice quite like it had been this morning. Her voice was usually her weakness. She sounded at times like a little girl. And the voice could sound squeaky. She was 5’9″ and had a lean and athletic body. She was fit and had colored her hair blond recently. She was not unattractive but certainly not considered beautiful. I had hired her 2 years ago. She did her job well. And she had become a favorite of Alice Edwards. I learned yesterday why she was. And now she knew about my situation and what Alice had me do.

I heard the door to the office open and my heart jumped. Sandy was here. I heard the outside door lock behind her which was not usually the case. I heard her footsteps come down the hall and I aimed my gaze at the door to the office. She entered my office with her blond hair pulled back and a short summer dress on. She rarely wore dresses in the office. She pulled out a chair across from my desk and lifted a tanned leg up on the chair revealing a pair of comfortable leather sandals and beautiful bare feet.

“What do you think? Like what you see?” Sandy taunted as she stared at me with a slight gap toothed smile. This type of office behavior had been completely out of character for her until this morning.

“They are beautiful.” I could not muster anything more as I stared at her leg and foot.

“The shoes or my feet?” Sandy continued her taunting.

“Both.” I answered.

“Good answer. I heard you licked some toes and soles yesterday. Alice said you really got into it and did exactly what she directed. Now the real question is are my feet more beautiful than Alice’s?” Sandy questioned. Her eyes pierced me and the smile made me even more nervous.

“They are both very beautiful.” I said as I tried to evade the question.

“Nice try. And I understand your evasion of the question under the circumstances. But you are going to pick a pair as more beautiful. So I am going to make this a bit harder for you.” Sandy teased. Her foot left the chair. The chair was pulled next to mine. The sandals were slipped off her feet. She put them right on my desk. I peeked a quick glance at the sandals. They were size 10. I didn’t think her feet looked that big. I would soon see them up close and personal.

She sat in the chair and lifted her feet up on the edge of my desk. “Maybe if you get on your knees and massage my feet with your nose it will make you decide whose feet you think are more beautiful.” Sandy declared.

I got down on my knees and pressed my nose to her toes. I slowly and lightly massaged her right toes with my nose. Her beautiful soles were like a sculpture. Slender and smooth with a perfect shape. Her toes had a fresh scent and the sandals she had removed had no toe prints. They were likely new. She had her toes painted a light blue. Her tanned toes wiggled slightly as I massaged them. I began working my way slowly down her soles. She had high arches and smooth heels despite her regular exercise.

“I could get used to this early in the morning and probably will. So some business items to discuss while you pleasure my soles and toes. It will be you and I here as Alice is finding our secretary another site to work. The money we save will be budgeted as education subsidies for my continued study and if you get through the probation you’ll enroll in classes to finish your Master’s degree. You and I will handle the paperwork the secretary did. We’ll be here a lot Akyurt Escort to handle the phones. The community development position will not be filled. You’ll do it as well.”

“Alice and I will take the keys you had made for us to your apartment. Some of the personal tasks we’ll perform together and for Alice are not office appropriate. And since you live so close to the office we can go there anytime. Now do the other foot.” Sandy said as if it were as natural as any other day.

I moved my attention to her left foot. Again I started at her slender toes. I wanted so badly to taste them. They were even more attractive up close and it was difficult to restrain my interest in kissing and licking them. I guessed that was part of the plan. I moved slowly down the sole and left no area unattended. Sandy seemed pleased and pulled her foot away.

“More teasing as I tell you more. Sit back in your chair.” Sandy ordered.

I did as I was told. Sandy pulled her chair closer and lifted her feet into my lap. She looked at me like I had never seen her do before. She lifted her left foot and put it in my face. She rubbed her toes over my lips. I wanted to lick but had no permission to do so. Her other foot tested my groin.

“You seem a bit excited. Actually more than a bit excited you are hard as a rock.” Sandy taunted. “This a better than I imagined.”

Sandy continued. “So Alice has taught me more than I could have asked for professionally, personally and sexually. I am amazed at what she knows about behaviors. Her husband Ron has been great as well. Hold my foot up and rub it on your face. I feel like a different woman since she started working with me. And now she is going to have me help with your development.”

I was slowly rubbing her smooth sole over my face. I felt a lot of precum on my cock and hoped it hadn’t spotted my trousers. But I felt dampness as Sandy’s foot rubbed my cock.

Sandy continued educating me. ” I have an agreement with me that Alice expects you to sign. It’s a personal services agreement. I signed one. It allows your training to be implemented personally, professionally and sexually. It has done wonders for me. I recommend you sign it. You get to read it over this morning while I am out getting some things for your apartment. Alice has some bed restraints that will be part of your training. And if needed some discipline implements. Other things will be added as your training progresses. Imagine what my toes would be like in your mouth. And if the agreement is signed when I get back you could be on your way to sucking my toes.”

“As you read the agreement understand that I think you’ll get more out of it than you can begin to understand right now. Alice had done a lot of research on things for her PHD. She has a strong belief that a persons sex life rules their regular life. I agree with her after what I have learned. And you and I working in the same office with your apartment a block away will make this so much simpler.”

“But you do have to understand as well that you’ll be challenged. You’ll work harder than ever. And you’ll do things sexually that will expand your horizons. It won’t just be fetish stuff you crave. You will humble yourself. I have made my boyfriend Dave my cuckold sub. But I serve Alice and Ron.”

“You’d be my kink partner to expand my knowledge and experiences as well as yours. All under Alice’s direction. You’d have to be willing to serve every inch of every body you are ordered to pleasure. Starting with mine. Female or male!” Sandy shared with authority.

Sandy continued. “Alice will find what motivates you and what punishes you. She will test your ability to hold to the agreement. I had only one bi experience before my training. I don’t like eating pussy. I probably never will. But I have learned to eat it with enthusiasm. Suck a clit like a lesbian trained bitch. Because I have to humble myself to learn. You will learn to do what you are told. You get rewards if you succeed and punishments if you fail. Like everything in life.”

I continued to rub her sole over my face and take in her words. She and Alice knew my weakness for beautiful feet. It was being used to motivate me. Without even reading the agreement I knew I would sign it. I imagine both Alice and Sandy did to.

Sandy shifted her feet and put her other foot in my face. “You spotted your pants with the precum that I got out of you. If I let you cum on my foot I would smear it on your face just like I am doing now. And you would accept it. And when I put cum covered toes in your mouth you’d clean them. Then you’d thank me for the training.” Sandy shared.

The casual way Sandy shared these things was shocking to me. She had been learning for a year but I was three days into being exposed to this. I wanted her foot so badly and now I wanted to please her. However I had to I humble myself seemed worth it suddenly.

Sandy pulled her bare foot away from my face. “It’s time Akyurt Escort Bayan for your answer. I want to hear it. Are my feet more beautiful to you than Alice’s?” Sandy inquired.

She put her bare foot on the desk and wiggled her toes as she awaited my answer.

“Yours are more beautiful to me.” I admitted. “But Alice’s are really nice and sexy. Just for my tastes yours are just too beautiful. Slender and shaped the way I prefer. And the high arches and long toes are so tempting. And you keep them so nice.”

Sandy responded. “I appreciate the compliments. Alice even agrees with you. I never expected my feet would be sexual. Or a source of power. Alice knew once she learned of your fetish that you had craved my feet secretly. So you’ll have to earn them to get to kiss and lick them.” Sandy took the sandals off my desk and slipped them on her feet.

“I am going out for awhile. Read over the agreement. When you get a call from me you’ll join Alice and I in your apartment. Bring the agreement. If it is signed you are in for a hell of an experience. If you don’t we are still going to use you while you are on staff probation but you won’t get any pleasure from it.”

“I hope you’ll want to learn with me. I am excited about the possibilities. And the things you might get to do with our bare feet!!” Sandy teased and walked out of the office.

I looked over the agreement and in fact read it several times. I admit it excited me to think of myself under such control and direction. And my admiration for Alice Edwards increased from reading it. She was so smart and thorough. The wording was professional and subtle but having experienced what I did in the last couple days the implications were clear. I would be under strict and demanding control in all aspects of my behavior. Every aspect of my life would be under her strong influence. The agreement was for a year. Alice could end it earlier but I needed her express permission to end the agreement. To gain a chance for the type of attention she provided the terms were tough. But having licked her toes and looked into her eyes I wanted more. Having Sandy involved only made it more appealing. I knew somehow I need this.

Despite what I was surrendering I never felt more motivated, excited and ready. I spent time at the office doing regular duties but anxiously awaited the call from Sandy. Knowing they would be in my apartment made me wonder what would come next. I signed the agreement and placed it in the envelope. The wait seemed endless and I tried my best to busy myself and was partly successful. I wanted to work for Alice. However she wanted and as long as she’d choose to control me.

At long last the phone rang. It was Sandy. “Has the spot on your trousers dried yet?” Sandy taunted. I had not looked but when I did I saw the spot where my precum had escaped during Sandy’s wicked teasing with her terrific bare feet. “Alice and I expect you to join us. So lock up the office and get up here. Alice has some things planned to initiate you to a brand new future! Bring the agreement. You’ll be presenting it to Alice. The rest you’ll learn real soon.” Sandy teased.

I locked up the office quickly and walked the block to my apartment. Up the stairs to the second floor and in the unlocked door. “Lock the door behind you.” I heard Alice order. I did as I was told. When I entered the living room I was surprised to see Sandy curled up on the floor at Alice’s feet. They were both in bra and panties. Alice was applying lotion to Alice’s bare feet.

“Do you have the agreement for me to review?” Alice asked curtly. “Get into your bedroom and strip naked. Get to your knees and crawl to me with the agreement in your mouth.”

Hearing this in the manner in which it was delivered caused me to feel my cock respond. I walked into the bedroom, stripped and got on my knees. I put the agreement in my mouth. And I crawled like a trained slave into the living room and beside Sandy at Alice’s feet. Sandy continued to lotion Alice’s feet and did not even look at me.

Alice took the agreement from my mouth. She opened the document to see I had signed it. A slight smile formed on her face. “I have a new slave to join is. And you helped procure him Sandy. That will bode well for you. But not before I use you for a special demonstration today and a lesson for our new slave. Get into the bedroom and lie on your back. We’ll be joining you in a few minutes .Lie spreadeagled and put on the leather blindfold.” Alice ordered.

Sandy immediately crawled into the bedroom. Alice began to school me. “Today I have an important lesson for you. You’ll kneel and watch unless I order you to participate as I instruct. Part of your training is about what motivates performance. Professionally, personally and sexually. Some things like your foot fetish motivate through your craving that gives you pleasure if fulfilled. Other types of motivations are avoidance of things that make us vulnerable, Escort Akyurt hurt us or we simply want to avoid for a multitude of reasons. We’ll explore your motivators in detail during your training.”

“They will be used to improve your performance and develop you. Sandy is extremely ticklish. Today she will submit to an extreme tickling session. It makes her totally vulnerable and the bondage and submission will excite her. And today she can not plead to make it end. It takes all control away from her and stimulates her nerve endings so strongly that it can be very hard for her to endure it.. It can’t hurt her in any way. But it reduces her to a squirming, writhing bitch for me. And to make it end she will perform for me.”

“Your cock is hard just from listening to me. So it will be another motivator for you. I see precum. Take it on your finger and eat it.” Sandy ordered. I did as I was told. “Now crawl into the bedroom behind me and kneel at the foot of the bed.”

I entered the bedroom on my knees. Sandy looked so enticing laying spreadeagled on my bed with her fit body exposed and the blindfold on her face. Alice had placed bed restraints to secure Sandy’s ankles and wrists. It took only moments for her to put Sandy in bondage. I was so excited at seeing this I felt like I was shaking. My cock stood at attention. With me kneeling between Sandy’s legs at the foot of my bed the lesson began. Alice started with Sandy’s soles. Her fingertips and fingernails began to torment Sandy’s smooth soles. Sandy squirmed strongly in her bonds and moaned submissively.

Her feet convulsed and her pedicured toes curled. The torment of Alice’s fingers was relentless. When she concentrated her tickling between Sandy’s toes the bound beauty squealed. She was helpless and the blindfold prevented her from seeing where Alice might attack next.

“I have made her endure this type of treatment for as long as it amused me. She only let you massage her feet with your nose because her feet are so ticklish. She didn’t know this would happen today until just before you got to the apartment. She is not allowed to plead for mercy today but I usually let her do that. I like hearing it and make her offer herself sexually for any mercy. I know what she wants and what she wants to avoid. You will undergo the same type of full body examination.” Sandy looked into my eyes as she instructed me.

“Now I’ll increase her torment with your assistance. I am going to tickle her underarms and you’ll nibble her soles. Make sure you do the arches because that drives her wild. She has to endure it to please me. Now get to work.” Sandy ordered.

Sandy was moaning through this short break in the tickling. The squealing was immediate as Alice attacked her underarms. I bent to the task of nibbling her fantastic soles. Sandy was thrashing in her bondage but the restraints held her firmly in place. Her foot was dancing wildly as I nibbled at it. Sandy was trying desperately to avoid both of our tickling attacks on her helpless body.

“Make sure you alternate between soles. And nibble her sensitive toe pads as well.” Alice ordered. I could simply not believe what i was seeing and doing. And in my apartment and my bed. My cock was dripping precum. When I nibbled the toe pads Sandy’s foot jerked violently. Since I was not ticklish I felt sorry for her. She was in total torment.

Alice ended her underarm tickling and ordered me to cease the sole torment. Then she moved between Sandy’s legs and massaged her pussy through the panties.

“Quite a wet bondage slut!!” Alice taunted as Sandy moaned and squirmed against Alice’s fingers. Then Alice pinched Sandy’s clit. Sandy squealed with her high pitched voice. Alice pulled down her panties. Sandy was shaved and her pussy was beautiful. Alice inserted a finger deep into Sandy’s pussy and then fed the finger to Sandy. The bound blond sucked the juices from the finger while moaning.

My stimulation was so intense at this point I felt more excited than I had ever been sexually in my life. Alice looked me in the eye and schooled me further.

“Sandy’s clit is just as sensitive as her ticklish body. And you have seen how responsive she was to the extreme tickling. She can have multiple orgasms and I think she has earned some. And I worked to provide your lesson so I deserve some orgasms as well. I am going to slip off these panties and mount Sandy’s face. You are going to lick and suck Sandy’s clit. If she does not cum violently from your attention you’ll regret it. Get to work.” Sandy commanded strongly.

With that she mounted Sandy’s captured face and lowered her pussy onto Sandy’s mouth. I could hear the lapping from Sandy as I knelt between her legs and started slowly sucking her wet clit. Sandy’s response was instant as she moaned as she worked on Alice’s pussy. Alice was grinding her pussy on Sandy’s face. I increased my licking and sucking of Sandy’s helpless clit. Sandy erupted first with a convulsive orgasm. She shook violently. I was glad for her and me.

“Good work slave keep it up.” Alice complimented me. I did as I was told and could feel my tongue working even harder. I took the liberty of slightly biting Sandy’s clit. She squealed and in moments another deep shaking orgasm escaped her.

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He met her on the Internet, sent her one of his published stories in fact. It was called “Straight Edge,” a knife play story. Her response was straightforward, “i’ve never been more aroused in my entire life till i read that.” She wasn’t much for grammar or capitalization, but he already knew that from her web site postings. That was how it al started.

They continued to trade e-mails for a while, and then Denis told her he had to come East for a few weeks, a consulting project in DC.

“I worked for this company before I retired, and they want me to back for several weeks, labor contract negotiation planning, and the pay is very good,” he told her. He went that it was a long flight from Phoenix, Arizona, and that he intended to stay in the DC area over the weekends.

In another email he told her, “I plan to do some day sailing out of Solomons Island.” “Why don’t you drive up from St. Mary’s and meet me for dinner on Friday night. I’ll choose a restaurant on the water, and we’ll have a chance to meet in a neutral setting, talk about our mutual interest, check out the chemistry.” And to tease her a little bit, he sent a photo of the straight edge razor he mentioned in the story that started it all.

Merry knew the interest he was referring to: her interest in cutting herself or being cut, his interest in sex with a woman when she was having her period.

The restaurant was right on Chesapeake Bay, high up, the deck on three sides, the view spectacular. She found him easily enough – he looked exactly like the photo he posted at Literotica.

They were a spectacular couple as they sat on the deck of Stoney’s Crab House. It wasn’t only the difference in their age, but also their appearance. He was in his 50s, about 5’9″, 150 pounds. She was about 20, only 5’4″, but she weighed almost as much as he did. Both were dress in black. He was fit and trim, she was all tits and ass.

Denis was wearing a black Italian T-shirt and black silk trousers, black loafer, no socks. Both his beard and hair were trimmed short, and his pale blue eyes sparkled.

Merry was wearing a sheer black silk blouse, with a lavender demi-bra underneath. Her black skirt was short and tight, showing off her sexy ass. She was also wearing black fishnet stocking, and low high heel black boots with very pointy toes. The fishnets were held up by a black garter belt, and her skirt ended about two inches north of her stockings tops. Her black shoulder length hair was streaked with red highlights, and her eyes were also blue, but more silver that Denis’s. He finger nails were long, and painted with a shiny black lacquer.

Given the difference in their ages, it wasn’t clear if they were Dad / daughter combo, or just some guy who had the hots for young Goth chicks. But all in all, they were a spectacular couple.

“I’m drinking white wine,” Denis told her. “But if you’d like a beer …”

“Wine will be fine,” Merry responded.

They ordered dinner, crab cakes and grilled scallops for him, crab cakes and shrimp for her. They ate slowly, made small talk, neither wanting to mention the subject that brought them together.

Finally, the table was cleared as they were finishing the last of the wine.

“Give me your hand,” he said.

“Why?”

“Trust me. You’ll like what happens next.”

Reluctantly, Merry held out her hand, palm up.

Quickly, Denis took something out of his pocket. It was the size of a ball point pen, made of blue plastic.

“It’s called a lancet,” Denis told her as he grasped her middle finger, squeezing the tip. He put the tip of the lancet against her finger, and pressed on the white control button. She heard a clicking sound, followed by a sharp pin prick.

“Ouch!”

Denis squeezed her finger tip and the drop of blood quickly appeared. Instinctively, Merry put her finger to her lips and sucked the warm, sweet blood. She could feel the familiar tingle starting between her legs.

“What was that thing?” Merry asked, still sucking the blood from her finger tip.

“A lancet. It’s used by diabetics to draw a drop of blood for testing, but I’ve found a more creative use. The nice thing about it is that I can adjust the depth of the needle.”

“Really?”

“Do you want another hit, a little bit deeper?”

“Please …”

Denis had started with the smallest setting, just a slight pin prick, really. For the second draw, he turned it up one notch.

“Your hand, please.”

Merry held out her hand again, and this time he chooses the first finger. He pressed the lancet a little bit tighter against her finger tip, pressed the white trigger button, and she heard the click.

“Ouch,” again. The needle hand gone in deeper, hurt a little bit more, but the blood drop was larger. Again, she immediately put her finger tip against her lips, tasting the blood, tonguing her finger tip.

“You look very pretty when you’re doing that, very sexy,” was Denis comment.

“Doing what,” she teased.

“Putting things in your mouth …”

There was a long pause, Bala Escort and then Denis went on, “I think you like the lancet. But Stoney’s isn’t the place to draw more blood. We can go back to my motel, if you’re interest.”

“If I go with you, where would you draw the blood from,” Merry asked.

“First your arms, then your breasts, and finally your labia. The first two are for you – the third is for me. Do you think you can handle it, having your pussy pierced so I can suck your blood?”

At that instant, Merry was wet with desire, desire for the taste of her own blood, and for the pain and pleasure of giving her blood to another.

When Merry decided to meet this older man, she hadn’t decided how the evening would end up, or if she would fuck him. She was a teen, she had sucked and fucked guys in their 20s, even their late 20s, but never a man as old as her Dad.

There was something deliciously kinky about this man, something about him wanting to pierce her labia and suck her blood. Using the lancet to draw blood from her arms and breasts was fine with her, she had cut herself to taste her blood, and the lancet was no worse than cutting. But piercing her pussy was different. Merry could feel a sense of apprehension.

“When you do it, you know, use that thing on my pussy, will it actual pierce my … my ….” She couldn’t find the right word.

“The medical term is ‘labia,’ but I think you’re thinking of them as your ‘cunt lips’.”

Merry wasn’t normally shy when it came to her body, but talking about her cunt with a man her father’s age was a little bit embarrassing.

Merry looked down at the table, and started to twirl a lock of hair.

“Say it,” Denis told her.

“Say what,” Merry asked.

“Say the word ‘cunt.’ Tell me you have a very pretty ‘cunt’ and then I’ll tell you what I intend to do to you.”

Merry had to know the answer. But this was so new, talking about her kinks.

“Cunt. I have a very pretty cunt.” She had often seen her pussy in the mirror while trimming her pubes, but she never thought of her cunt as ‘pretty.’

“The lancet has seven depth settings,” Denis told her, “and there is spring mechanism that retracts the needle as soon as it enters the flesh. The needle is quite small, not more than a quarter of an inch, so there is no way I could actually pierce your labia.”

That was a relief. Merry wasn’t ready to be fitted for a cunt ring, not just yet.

“Then you’re comfortable with what I have in mind?”

“Kind a …”

“Before we head back to the motel, I have just one question for you.”

“Yes …” The hesitancy was creeping back into her voice.

“Are you wearing panties or a thong?”

“A thong, in lavender, to match my bra.”

“I was hoping for panties, worn over the garter belt, so you could take them off before we leave the restaurant..”

“The thong is underneath the garter belt, and it’s really a hassle to take off without unhooking my stocking. And there’s another reason I don’t want to take it off just yet.”

“Yes …” His question hung in the air.

Merry looked down at the table again and twirled the same lock of hair.

“It was going to be a surprise for you,” she told him. “I’m on the rag … since this morning. I wasn’t due until tomorrow, but I don’t take birth control pills. I think it’s a case of nerves – brought on a day early by the thought of meeting you. Normally I’m pretty regular. You’re not mad at me, are you? That I’m bleeding, bleeding really heavy?”

The buxom young girl couldn’t see under the table, but hearing those words made Denis’s already stiff cock grow another inch.

“You dear, sweet, beautiful child,” was all Denis said.

When Merry decided to meet this older man, she hadn’t decided how the evening would end up, or if she would fuck him. She had sucked and fucked guys in their 20s, even their late 20s, but never a guy as old as her Dad.

There was something deliciously kinky about this man, something about him wanting to pierce her labia and suck her blood. Using the lancet to draw blood from her arms and breasts was fine with her. She had cut herself to taste her blood, and the pain of the lancet was no worse than cutting. But there was this sense of apprehension …

“When you do it, you know, use that thing on my pussy, will it actual pierce my … my ….” She couldn’t find the right word.

“The medical term is ‘labia,’ but I think you’re thinking of them as ‘cunt lips’.”

Merry wasn’t normally shy, but talking about her cunt with a man her father’s age was a little bit embarrassing.

Merry looked down at the table, and started to twirl a lock of her hair.

“Say it.”

“Say what,” Merry asked.

“Say the word ‘cunt.’ Tell me you have a very pretty ‘cunt’ and then I’ll tell you what I intend to do to you.”

Merry had to know the answer. “Cunt. I have a very pretty cunt.” She had often seen her pussy in the mirror while trimming her pubes, but she never thought of it as ‘pretty.’

“The Bala Escort Bayan lancet has seven depth settings, and there is spring mechanism that retracts the needle as soon as it pierces the flesh. The needle is quite small, not more than a quarter of an inch, so there is no way I could actually pierce your labia.”

That was a relief. Merry wasn’t ready to be fitted for a clit ring, not just yet.

“Then you’re comfortable with what I have in mind?”

“Kind a …”

“Then before we head back to the motel, I have one question for you.”

“Yes …” The hesitancy was creeping back into her voice.

“Are you wearing panties or a thong?”

“A thong, in lavender, to match my bra.”

“I was hoping panties, worn over the garter belt, so they’re easier to take off in public.”

“The thong is underneath, and it’s really a hassle to take off without unhooking my stocking. And there’s another reason I don’t want to take the thong off just yet.”

“Yes …”

Merry looked down at the table again and twirled the same lock of hair. “It was going to be a surprise for you,” she told him. “I’m on the rag … since this morning. I wasn’t due until tomorrow, but I think a case of nerves brought it on a day early. You’re not mad at me, are you? That I’m bleeding, bleeding really heavy?”

The buxom young girl couldn’t see under the table, but hearing those words made Denis’s already stiff cock grow another inch.

“You dear, sweet, beautiful child,” was all Denis said.

Denis paid the check and they started for the parking lot. “Do you want to ride with me or follow in your car?” Merry hadn’t given it much thought until that moment.

“What are you driving,” she asked.

“A new Bimmer convertible, an M3, very fast, very hot. It’s one of the perks for being a high priced consultant.”

Merry was clearly impressed.

“I’ll drive you back to your car when we’re finished.” He didn’t say. “In the morning,” so she didn’t know if he expected her to stay the night.

The motel was less than a mile away, and Denis drove slowly, carefully. “What a waste,” Merry told him. “I’d be burning rubber every time off the line.”

Denis put his hand on her thigh as he drove, above the top of her fishnet, on the smooth soft inside of her thigh. His hand was strong and as he inched it higher. She squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand.

“The next time you come down here, we can go to the A&E for a few hours,” Merry told him. “It’s just across the bridge, in Lexington Park. Very kinky, mirrors on the walls and ceilings, six or eight porno channels. I’ll wear a studded collar. I think you’ll like it.”

“Only if you’re a very good girl tonight …”

“Are you going to eat me out,” Merry blurted out. She couldn’t think of anything else to say to respond to Denis’s statement.

“We’ll see.”

They drove in silence the rest of the way to the motel. His room was on the second floor, with a deck and a water view facing west. Merry was impressed.

“I’ve got another bottle of wine on ice,” he told her. “We can enjoy some wine and watch the sun set. It’ll set the mood.”

Towards the end, all her boyfriend wanted to do was stay home and fuck, never to go out dancing, never to take her any place nice. Tonight was special. It was nice to be treated like a lady, Merry thought, to have a real date, not just a some quickie hook-up.

Denis brought the wine out onto the deck and they watched the sun set over the water. He stood behind her, with his arms around her, and she snuggled her sexy ass against him. She could feel his erection though his silk trousers and she guessed she would not be disappointed.

“Am I being a good girl,” she asked in her best little girl voice.

“You’re being a very naughty little girl,” as he reached down and started caress her ass through the tight micro-mini skirt.

“Are you going to spank me?”

“There are other things I’d like to do to that big sexy ass of yours. I’d rather punish you with the lancet.”

“That’s not a punishment.”

“We’ll see,” Denis said.

The sun had already set and it was starting to get windy, so they took their wine inside.

“I don’t want you to get blood on your blouse.” Denis said when they were back in his room and the curtains were drawn.

Merry unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it on a chair. The room was large, with a queen size bed, a desk and straight back chair, and two comfortable arm chairs. On the desk was the razor Denis described in the story “Straight Edge.” In addition, there was a Pocket Rocket clit vibrator, a slim vibrator designed for anal play, and a bottle of AstroGlide.

“You came prepared,” Merry said.

“Only the best for my very pretty little Goth girl.”

“Do you really think I’m pretty?” At times Merry wasn’t sure. Before she turned Goth, people were always telling her, “You’ve got such a pretty face – if you’d only lose 10 or 20 pounds.” Then she died her hair black, painted her nails to match, Escort Bala and went away to college. When she came home that first Thanksgiving, nobody told her she was pretty anymore.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

Merry’s breasts were spectacular, 38-Cs with the firmness of youth, barely contained by the sheer demi-bra. Denis could see her tiny, hard rose red nipples through the sheer lace.

She started to reach for the clasp at the front of the bra.

“Leave your bra on for a while,” he told her.

“And my skirt, do you want me to take it off,” Merry asked.

“It’s going to come off eventually, so you might as well take it off now. I’m dying to see you look like in your garter belt and stockings.”

“What about the thong?”

“That too.”

Merry unzipped skirt, and wriggled out of it. She had to sit on the straight back chair to unhook her garters, and then to stand to pull down the lavender thong, and then to sit down to re-hook her fishnet stockings. She kept on the high black mini-boots with the stiletto heels.

Over the Internet, she told him she trimmed her pubic hair. She had cut it short, trimmed to just a stubble, and Denis could see the string from her tampon peeking out of her pussy lips.

“Very, very pretty. Very, very slutty.”

“How are you going to begin,” Merry asked.

“Hold out your left arm, palm down.”

Denis took the lancet from his trouser pocket, turned the dial up a notch, and pressed it to the back of her arm about three inches above the wrist. She heard the click, followed by the pain of the puncture. Denis took away the lancet and there was a large drop of blood.

“For you, my dear. Fresh blood.”

Immediately, Merry put her arm to her mouth and sucked the warm drop of blood. After a moment she held out her arm again.

“Another hit, please.”

Denis re-cocked the trigger and applied the lancet slightly higher on the pretty Goth girl’s outstretched arm. The click, the pain, and then the blood.

“Again …”

It was the same thing as before. She had three small punctures on her left arm, three very small spots that were almost invisible, nothing to explain to prying parents or her college roommate.

Denis repeated the process with her right arm. She kind of liked the pain of the needle – it was not like the burning pain of being cut – and Denis could do it to her over and over again, as much blood as she wanted.

“Now, take off your bra. I want to do your tits.”

By this time, Merry’s nipples very hard, tiny and hard, rose red, with very small areolas, no larger than a quarter. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the mixture of pussy juice and menstrual blood. She knew she would be a mess when Denis finally removed the tampon.

Before he started, Denis turned up the depth of the lancet another notch. He leaned forward, kissed her right nipple, and applied the lancet, just over the center of her nipple, just at the border of her sensitive areola. Click, pain, and blood.

“Ouch. That one hurt.”

“But I think you like it – and it’s no worse than cutting.”

“Again.”

Click, pain, and then more blood.

“Again.”

Click, pain, and then even more blood.

Denis’s hand went between her legs, found her clit. Slowly he moved his finger tips in a tight circle.

“Oh, my G-d. You’re going to make me cum.”

“And I hope you’re multiple orgasmic. It’s going to be a very long evening.”

She wondered how many times he would make her cum.

“Can I do you, can I taste your blood,” Merry asked.

Denis adjusted the lancet for a shallower puncture, cocked the devise, handed it to her, and then held out his hand.

The pretty young Goth placed the lancet against Denis’s finger tip, and then pressed the white button. Click, and there was a drop of blood.

Merry just used the tip of her tongue. He pressed his finger between her lips, and she sucked harder.

“I like the way you use your tongue,” he teased.

“Can I do you again?”

“On my finger or my chest?”

“Your chest, please …”

Denis pulled the black T-shirt over his head. His stomach was rock hard and his arms nicely muscular.

“You work out, don’t you,” Merry said.

“I jog three miles every morning, and do a half hour of Chi Gong each night before I go to bed.”

“And tonight, can I watch you exercise?”

“It’s not very interesting to see – it’s as much meditation as exercise – something I prefer to do in private.”

Denis adjusted the lancet for a deeper puncture, and Merry applied it to his chest. The familiar click, and then the drop of blood. She leaned forward to lick the blood from his chest, and then to tongue his nipple.

Merry did his other breast and then tongued his other nipple.

“Nice tongue work,” Denis said as he grasped her jet black hair with both hands and slowly pushed her to her knees.

Merry didn’t have to be told what was expected of her. She had been sucking cock since her freshman year in high school, and guys told her she was good at it, always popular. Maybe it was because she always swallowed. So she quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his black silk trousers, and pushed them down below his knees. He was already hard, but she managed to push down the tight black briefs.

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“Wake up, Nancy. Rise and shine. Time to get up, sissy.”

I hadn’t heard the key turn in the door lock, and I hadn’t heard Ms. Jensen enter my room. I sat bolt upright, then remembered that I was wearing only the peach bra and panty set and I grabbed the sheet to cover myself.

“Don’t be so silly, Nancy. I’ve seen plenty more of you than that,” she laughed. Did you enjoy yesterday, Nancy?” Then without giving me a chance to answer she continued, “I think it is so cute that your Mistress has named you Nancy. It is such an old-school feminine name. It suits you just fine.”

“Thank you, Ms. Jensen,” I ventured, still trying to orient myself after the sudden wakeup, and more than a little embarrassed that I was sporting one of those morning erections which she would surely notice.

“Get going, sleepyhead. Up and off with your bra and panties. Ms. Panington wants you showered, shaved and ready for the day ASAP.”

I got out of bed, and then turned away from Ms. Jensen to pull off my panties, hoping that she wouldn’t notice my erection.

“I see it, Nancy. You don’t have to hide yourself on my account. Your little weenie is so cute. It still has the pink bow on it. I heard about that,” she teased. “I guess you’ll have to take that off as well. It will just get ruined in the shower.”

I followed her down the hallway to the bathroom where she opened the door to the glass surround shower stall. She spun me around so that I was facing her and she quickly removed the arousal monitor from my penis. “Here’s a razor and some shaving cream. Ms. Panington wants it all off, as close a shave as you can get, Nancy. Madam Christina said that you’d gotten a bit stubbly ‘down there,’ and we want it smooth. I’ll be right here if you have any trouble.”

The shaving cream was called Satin Care Pashionista Fruit, and it was a lady’s razor that I had been given. And the body wash and shampoo both had a lovely smell of lavender. By the time I was done, the feminine scents had me feeling quite girly.

I toweled off and Ms. Jensen supervised the monitor being refitted, then she took a spray bottle from the counter and gave me a few spritzes of a flowery mist and she handed me a blue “Secret” ladies deodorant.

“Let’s go get you dressed, Nancy,” and Ms. Jensen led the way back to my room. When we got there, Ms. Panington was there and rummaging through the clothes rack.

“Good morning, Ms. Jensen. Good morning, Nancy. I see that you are showered and shaved,” and she gave my bottom a playful pat. “I thought I’d come down and supervise your dressing myself. By the way, I looked at the arousal printout from last night after we left you for the night. Looked like you had taken a few strokes, then stopped. Very commendable.”

“Thank you, Ms. Panington. Yes, I wanted to masturbate; but I meant what I told Kelli, er, Mistress Kelli. I intend to keep my promises to her,” I replied.

“Very good, Nancy. I have laid out your lingerie for today on the bed. I want you in pink lace. We’re going to be using the triple D forms again. It seemed to me that you so enjoy having large breasts, Nancy.” And I blushed with the knowledge that she was, once again, quite right about me.

XXXXXX

What I did not know then, and only found out after Mistress Kelli had taken me home, was that Ms. Panington and her staff had spoken to my Mistress after I had been put to bed, and I knew nothing of the email that had arrived this morning in Ms. Panington’s inbox from my wife.

It had read: “Good morning, Ms. Panington. I will arrive on the 3:20 flight. If one of your team is able to pick me up, that’d be great. Otherwise I will take a cab. Please text my phone so that I know.”

“Oh, and about further feminizing Nancy for his presentation to me, I think I will go with that. I want him to be most humiliated when he first sees that I am there. If it turns out that he finds the full treatment of makeup and wig arousing, well then I believe that I will have another carrot to dangle in front of his sissy prick. Have some other ideas, too—will discuss upon arrival. Thank you. See you this afternoon. K.”

XXXXXX

“Today I want you in a corset, Nancy. I have brought one with me that I think will suit you just fine. So hurry on with the bra and panty I set out for you, and then I’ll get you laced up,” Ms. Panington announced.

“Yes, Ma’am. Forms too?” I asked.

“Of course, silly. We both know you love having titties like a real girl.”

As I grabbed the panties and opened the waistband to put them on I realized that they were like no panties I had ever seen. There was a prominent round opening in the rear that, as I slid them on, left my butt cheeks entirely exposed. I imagined that Altındağ Escort this was to provide access for the magic butt plug and I started to get an erection at the thought.

I did as I was told, then stood in front of Ms. Panington as she wrapped a pink under-bust corset around me. She clasped the heavy hook and eye fasteners, and then turned me around so that she could begin my lacing. Being corseted had been a favorite masturbation fantasy of mine, but I had never experienced what I began to feel as Ms. Panington pulled each row of laces tight. It took my breath away. I began to feel unbelievably sexy and my cock was now engorged and pushing against the pink lace of my panties.

Then Ms. Panington positioned me in front of the full-length mirror. From the neck down I looked like a voluptuous woman. That is, other than the prominent bulge in my panties. My breasts were large and protruding. My waist had been pulled in at least 3 inches, leaving the illusion of full hips. “Now let’s get a dress on you, Nancy,” Ms. Panington instructed.

She went to the clothes rack and returned with a white satin dress. It had a pink lace bodice and pink lace accents at the hem and sleeves. The skirt flared out and was so short that I knew my ass would be exposed.

“Put this on, Nancy. But first attach these white stockings to the garters on your corset. That’s it. I know you’ve attached stockings to garters before, Nancy, don’t try to pretend you haven’t. Good girl. Now these heels.” A pair of modest 2-inch white pumps completed the outfit. “Now I’ll get you some breakfast. Then we’ll be off to the beauty salon.”

“Beauty salon?” I thought to myself as I followed Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen out of the room and down the hall towards the elevators. I felt very self-conscious about my short skirt as I knew that my bare ass was exposed, and I kept trying to pull down the hem of my dress.

“Stop that, sissy. Hands clasped in front of you. Why so modest about your ass today. Just yesterday you were begging Madam Christina to leave a plug in it,” Ms. Panington said as Ms. Jensen giggled.

Lucky for me, the elevator door opened to an empty car, and we rode in silence to the same floor the nursery had been on, but turned the opposite direction once the elevator door opened. Inside a door simply marked “Beauty,” there were three salon chairs. Two of them were occupied by who I believed to be two of the transvestites that I had seen a couple days earlier being led to a cooking class.

Both were beautiful, impeccably made up, appeared to be getting their hair done, and they greeted me in voices far too husky for their alluring feminine appearances. I mumbled a quick hello, now feeling even more embarrassed to be in the presence of such beautiful feminized men. Ms. Panington introduced me to Ms. Carlson who she announced would be “making me pretty.”

“He hasn’t had anything to eat yet today, so I’m going to order him up a smoothie. Hope you don’t mind his sipping from a straw while you’re working on him?” Ms. Panington asked.

“Oh no, that’s fine. I do the lips last anyway.” Ms. Carlson said, and then turned to me, “Show me your dress, Nancy. It’s gorgeous.”

As I did a slow pirouette, Ms. Carlson let out a low whistle, “Short skirt on this one, Ms. Panington, and those panties, I’m guessing that she’ll be getting the treatment sometime today then?”

“Hush, now. We don’t want to scare her, um, him,” Ms. Panington responded which of course was enough to scare the beejeebees out of me.

Ms. Carlson put a plush terry cloth towel over the remaining empty salon chair and directed me to sit down. Ms. Panington started for the door, and then turned to Ms. Carlson, “I want this one looking quite sluttish. It’s a special day.” Then I heard hushed giggling from the two transvestites. I figured that they knew what ‘the treatment’ was, and they must have thought that it was funny that I was going to receive it.

I sat back in the chair, and soon my smoothie arrived. I was famished, so I sipped on it as Ms. Carlson worked to make up my face. She talked me through it as she went. First she smoothed in some moisturizer, then concealer, then foundation, then setting powder, then eyeliner, brow pencil, mascara, lip liner, then lipstick. She kept me turned away from the mirror until she had topped it off with a shoulder length auburn wig.

Ms. Carlson turned me to look at her creation as she fussed with the wig. I was dumbfounded, speechless, and aroused all at the same time. I felt my cock stirring and growing as I looked at the image of my feminine self in the mirror. What did it mean that I was getting hard looking at my feminine image? Did I want to have sex with myself? I guess that’s what I’d been doing with all that masturbation; but, if I do say so myself, I looked HOT.

Next came some dangly silver ear rings, Escort Altındağ and a matching necklace. Then Ms. Carlson removed the smock she had used to cover my dress, had me stand up, and again turn in front of her. She gushed over how pretty I was, and let out a stifled giggle when my revealing panties were turned her way.

Soon Madam Christina entered the beauty salon. She first went to Ms. Carlson and whispered something in her ear. I felt embarrassed for her to see me like this, even though she had seen me in many compromising situations over the last few days. She made her way over to where I stood and softly stroked my bare behind with a gloved hand. “Very nice, Nancy, very pretty.”

Without another word she reached into my panties, took my cock firmly in her grip and led me out the door and back to the training room. “Don’t worry, Nancy. We can touch up your makeup. Ms. Carlson gave me a makeup case with the right shades. You don’t have to worry about making a mess while you practice ass and pussy worship today.”

By now it was early afternoon, and I was soon hard at work servicing the plastic pussy and the plastic ass. I had squealed with delight (like a girl) when Madam Christina had inserted the butt plug that pulsed, vibrated, and tickled my prostate in response to my efforts at oral service.

“You’re doing fine, Nancy, but I am going to hold your stimulation just below the level of an orgasm, at least for now. I want to save you for the treatment,” Madam Christina told me.

I succeeded in giving the plastic orifices multiple orgasms. Madam Christina taught me to stimulate the clitoris with my finger while I orally serviced the anus. And, she taught me to digitally stimulate the anus while I worshipped the pussy. I was pleased at my successes, but frankly I was ready to service the real thing. I was confident that I could please Mistress Kelli.

“Okay, Nancy, we’re going to take a break. You can sit back and relax and I’ll get you some water and a snack. Not much nourishment in eating plastic pussy,” Madam Christina teased. “And, I am taking out the butt plug. I know you love it, but that’s enough for now.” I bent over in a most humiliating manner as she slowly removed it.

After a few minutes Madam Christina presented me with the penis extender and told me to put it on, which I did. “Leave the panties on, she told me, “I want the fake cock protruding from your panties.” Then she led me to a section of the room that was curtained off from the rest. Behind the curtain was a padded bench about three feet off of the floor.

On the bench was a black leather head harness with a six inch dildo attached to it. Immediately I knew that this was a chin dildo. I had seen pictures of these, but had no experience with the device. Madam Christina wasted no time in pulling it over my head and securing it. My mouth was left exposed and Madam Christina told me that I was to gently suck and lick the clitoris while my chin cock fucked pussy. The dildo protruded comically from my chin, and she laughed as she stroked it.

“Up you go, sissy, up and on your knees” and Madam Christina patted the bench. I got up and knelt upright. “Bend,” she said, and as I bent at the waist she pulled Velcro straps from under the bench and secured both of my arms to the side of the bench. “Wiggle your head back and forth and thrust your chin dildo back and forth. I want to be sure that you have full movement,” she instructed.

Next she sat herself down in what could best be described as an ornate throne on wheels. She pushed a few buttons and the throne rose up and down and the seat changed positions. She wheeled herself close to my face, lifted her leather skirt, and taunted me with her black panties inches from my nose. “Perfect,” she said and she got up and busied herself behind me. I could look to the side and see my reflection in a mirror that took up the entire wall.

I looked ridiculous. My bare ass was in the air outlined by the cutout pink panties. My skirt fluttered above my ass. My penis extension protruded from my panties and it appeared that I had a huge hard-on. A dildo protruded from my chin. The hair from my wig now hung down partially hiding my face, but my face was unmistakably made up in a most feminine and, yes, sluttish style.

Soon Madam Christina came around in front of me. She had removed her leather skirt. She had replaced it with a dildo harness and she now sported a cock that made my extension seem small. I began to panic as she stood in front of me stroking this phallus just inches from my face.

“You will be getting the treatment this afternoon, Nancy. All of us ladies are in agreement that you’ve earned it. You are such a good sissy, so compliant, and you have shown that you can worship ass and pussy with the best of them. And, we have seen how much you have enjoyed stimulation in your ass.”

She Altındağ Escort Bayan paused. I could feel my body shuddering and my sphincter muscles tightening. “Soon our audience will arrive and I will have the pleasure of fucking your virgin ass. Would you like that, Nancy?” Madam Christina said.

I vigorously shook my head. “No, no, no,” I wanted to shout. But I said nothing. Part of me wanted to experience being taken in this way.

Then I was enclosed in total darkness as Madam Christina pulled a blindfold over my eyes and secured it behind my head. The minutes dragged on as I knew that I would soon enough be violated by that large strap-on and that this would be witnessed by the entire female staff of the Institute. Eventually I could hear the clicking of high heels on the tile floor; then female voices. I could identify Ms. Panington, Ms. Jensen, Ms. Sweeney, Ms. Carlson, and even Nurse Pyre. They chatted amongst themselves like this was an afternoon coffee break.

Suddenly the room became silent. I heard one more pair of high heels click their way towards me. Then I could hear some fussing with the electric throne. I felt a cool gob of what must have been lube on my anus. Soon I felt what I believed to be a finger inserted and there was modest applause from the spectators. Then I felt the head of the dildo at my opening and I heard Madam Christina telling me to relax and to remember how good the butt plug felt. “Soon you will have an orgasm, Nancy, a most sissy orgasm.”

Then I heard the motor on the throne whirring and someone was directing my head. I realized that it was Ms. Panington when I heard her say, “Inhale deeply, sissy Nancy, and service your Mistress.”

“No, it couldn’t be,” I thought, “My Mistress? Mistress Kelli?” I began to thrust the chin dildo and soon my nose was drenched with the unmistakable intoxicating scent of my wife. I thrust wildly and when my mouth felt a wet pussy I sucked in as much fragrant pussy juice as I could. I knew the taste. It was Kelli. My wife. My Mistress. I was in a frenzy, intoxicated with the taste and scent of her, wanting to please her and show her what I had learned.

I felt the thrusting in my ass start slowly, then build. I was in a mood-altered state. Endorphins were firing on all cylinders. Sensations flooded my ass, my prostate was being assaulted, my head was filled with the scent that, for days, I had only been able to sniff from the gusset of panties. And my mouth was filled with the taste of her.

I moaned. I thrust. I wiggled my chin. Then I heard it. I heard Kelli, my Mistress, I heard her cry out with an ecstasy I had never before heard. I heard her gasping, then screaming, “Fuck me, sissy, fuck me with your mouth. Fuck me like you never have before.”

I fucked her with the chin dildo, thrusting violently back and forth, licking and sucking her clit with each forward thrust. The harder I fucked and sucked, the more she moaned and screamed as her hips shuddered with multiple orgasms and her thighs squeezed my head so tightly that it was as though I was part of her.

“Oh Nancy, ooohhhh my sissy hubby! I have waited so long for this. My small-dicked husband finally pleases me,” she shouted.

As Kelli gushed her enthusiastic pleasure, pressure was building in my ass. I could feel myself bucking against Madam Christina’s strap-on. My cock was hard in the confines of the penis extender. I could feel my body tightening and I knew that the first wave of the wonderful prostate orgasm was about to overwhelm me.

“Take his blindfold off. I want him to look at me as he cums with your strap-on in his ass,” Kelli shouted. I felt hands fumbling with the blindfold and soon hands grabbed my chin and held my head up so that I was looking directly at Kelli.

A wave of humiliation flooded me as my wife gazed down at my face contorted in orgasmic ecstasy as I was being fucked in the ass by another woman. “Fuck him. Fuck him,” she shouted.

My body shuddered and I let out an involuntary long moan as I could feel ejaculate leak from my cock. I buried my face back in Kelli’s pussy and she patted my head as the room erupted in applause.

“I am ready to take him home. Thank you all so much. You have forever changed our lives,” I heard my Mistress tell the staff of the Institute. “Please take the chin dildo off of him so I can see his feminized face.”

I held my head up and looked into her eyes for the longest time. She looked back at me warmly. Finally she said, “I’m afraid that he likes looking like a woman a little too much. I think it will be far more humiliating for him to be kept dressed in women’s things, but without the privilege of makeup or a wig.” I knew that she was right. I had found the makeup quite a thrill. Perhaps she would make me up again someday if I pleased her.

“Thank your Mistress for allowing you to service her, Nancy. Remember what you were taught,” Ms. Panington said with just a hint of scolding.

“Thank you, Mistress Kelli, for allowing me to serve you. And thank you for allowing me an orgasm. And thank you for sending me to the Institute,” I said, and I meant it.

“You’re welcome, honey. I can’t wait to get you home.”

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Summary: Liz learns that a witch’s bite IS worse than her bark…

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I shot a withering look over my shoulder at my idiot boyfriend. “Hurry up, Chris! If we miss this sale, I’m never going to forgive you!”

Chris fumbled with his bags, clearly uncomfortable from the three bags he was holding in each hand. “But….but Liz…can’t we just go home? It’s getting late, and we’ve already bought so much…”

He started to say more, but I sighed and stopped in my tracks. Turning around, I gave him a full-on glare, and he gulped and lowered his eyes. I just barely kept myself from laughing; Chris was a nice enough guy, I guessed, but he was so spineless. Truth be told, I should have dumped him weeks ago, but it was tough to resist the urge to let him spoil me…but he was getting so annoying lately. I’d probably have to break if off with him in the next few days…but more important than that was this sale! I resumed my brisk pace; I just had to get to that store before it closed, and we were only about halfway through this dumb park.

Lost in my thoughts, I stepped awkwardly on some ice and felt my heels begin to slip. Flailing my hands, I barely managed to regain my footing before I heard a snap, and I suddenly was standing lopsided. Looking down, I saw the problem; one of my damn lifts had broken off! Great, just great!

Chris rushed to my side, huffing and puffing from all the bags. “L-liz, are you alright?!”

I slapped the idiot away as I took my heels off. “Fantastic! Now we’re probably going to miss the sale; I wouldn’t have broken these stupid things if we had just left earlier, like I wanted to! And now you need to buy me new shoes tomorrow!”

Chris bit his lip, looking at the ground. “Sorry, Liz…here, it’ll be OK, let’s just…get to a bench, or something, maybe we can fix them…”

I sighed, but he had a point. Grumbling to myself, I began to walk barefoot down the path, holding my heels at my side as I looked for a place to sit. The park was deserted, which was annoying; where was a cobbler when you needed one?! Jeez, everything was conspiring against me.

Finally, I spotted a bench, and we headed towards it. My heart sank when I saw it, though; it was occupied by a woman languidly sprawled on it, sipping some coffee. That wasn’t what bothered me, though; she looked like she had just came from a Halloween party, even though it was May. She was clad in a ridiculous dark robe, and an honest-to-God black pointed hat. She was pretty, I suppose, and she didn’t really look that much older than me, but she was clearly some kind of weirdo. She looked up at me as I approached, and I had half a mind to just keep walking. But her mouth opened in concern, and she quickly tried to gather herself up.

“Oh dear, you broke your heels too? I swear, this ice is awful; I just bought these shoes, too, this whole sidewalk is really dange-ah!” Her rambling story was cut off by a cry as she rose to her feet and slipped on the ice in front of the bench, losing a grip on her coffee, which of course splashed right on my brand new coat.

I stared down at the ruined fur collar, clenching my fists before glaring at her. The woman’s face turned pale. “Oh…oh God, I’m so sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry, I’ll pay for everything; how much was it? Just name a price, I’d be happy to cover it all!”

Chris had rushed up behind me, setting the bags down and pulling out a few tissues, dabbing lightly at my jacket. “Oh baby, are you OK? You didn’t get burned or anything did you?” He turned to the woman leaning against the bench. “And are you OK? This whole park is way too icy, it’s really da-“

I turned around, and it took every ounce of willpower not to slap Chris. “Shut up, shut up, shut up! Who cares about that skank, you moron!? Look at me, my coat is ruined!!!” He flinched back from my words, and I felt a vindictive surge of satisfaction. I spun around to the creepy woman. “And you…you stupid bitch, how could you be so careless?! Are you you an idiot, or just blind and clumsy?!”

The woman drew herself up, looking hurt and angry. “Hey, I offered to pay for the coat; the name calling is not necessary…”

I stamped a foot on the cold ground, fuming. I wasn’t going to let this weirdo talk like she was above me! “I don’t want charity from a stupid cloaked fetishy bitch!!” I shouted at her. I reached into my coat pocket, drew out some change, and threw it at her. The coins struck her in her ample chest, and fell to the sidewalk with a clatter. “Here’s some Ayaş Escort money for a new cup of coffee, you brain-dead slut,” I sneered at her. I turned back around to Chris, satisfied. “Come on, Chris, let’s just go home.”

But Chris didn’t answer me. In fact, he was just standing there, slowly breathing, but staring off into space. I snapped my hands in front of his face, waving my fingers. “Hello? This isn’t funny, you jerk; don’t think we’re not going to talk about this later.”

“He can’t hear you,” a cold voice from behind me said. “I thought it would be better if he didn’t bother us.”

I turned back around to see the creepy weirdo standing up, staring at me with a blank expression on her face. For a split second, I was scared; what if she was a junkie or something? But then she reached into her robe, and pulled out long piece of wood. I stared at it dumbly for a second, then I burst out laughing. “Oh jeez, you’re taking the witch thing a little seriously, aren’t you? A wand? Are you kidding?”

The woman waved the wand around in a circle, muttering to herself. I felt myself flush with heat, being ignored by this creep. “Hey! Ms. Bitchy Witchy! Quit waving your stupid dildo around the air and say something!”

The woman finished whatever she was doing a few seconds later, giving her wand a small nod before putting it back in her robes. The she looked at me, and gave me a small, chilly smile.

“My name is Diana,” she said to me. “And you are not very nice.”

I was still tingling with anger and heat…how dare this woman talk to me about being nice?! And why was Chris just standing around like a drooling moron?! I opened my mouth to say something, but Diana held up her hand.

“Apologize, bitch.”

I was stunned. Nobody…nobody spoke to me like that! “You stupid slut! I’d never apologize to a fetishy cumdumpster like you in a million billion y….ye-ye…ah…ahh…” I let out a whimper, holding my stomach…why was I still feeling so hot…?

Diana let out a small chuckle. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

What was happening…? I let out a little whine as I felt myself flush with heat, dropping to my hands and knees…I felt something click in my mind, and the heat vanished. I looked up at the smirking woman from the ground.

“What the heck was that?” I mumbled out, struggling shakily to my feet. Or at least, I tried to. Once I got to my knees and started pulling myself up, my head began to buzz, and I lost my balance, tumbling back down to the ground with a cry. The next two attempts weren’t any better, and I started to pant, squirming on my hands and feet, my butt embarrassingly high in the air.

Diana viewed me with a wry smile. “Ready to apologize, bitch?”

I fumed up at her, narrowing my eyes. “The only bitch I see is you. Chris, help me up!”

Diana sighed, crossing her arms. “I already told you…Liz, was it? I already told you that he can’t hear you. Simple sleep spell; he’ll wake up feeling great. That’s not really important, though; what is important is improving that attitude of yours…or at least, making your appearance match it. Being stuck on all fours is one thing, but we can make it better. “

“What’s that supposed to m-me..mmm..mmmmnnn?” I began to reply, my words cut off by a low moan as my body once again flushed into heat…my arms and legs especially. I rubbed them against the ground, trying to shake the pins-and-needles feeling; for some reason, I even heard a strange ripping sound behind me. Finally, the sensation seemed to die away, slowly vanishing. My hands and feet still felt strange, though…warm, and a little itchy. I rubbed one hand on top of my other one absentmindedly, then let out a gasp. I looked down, my eyes widening as I saw what I had feared.

I had paws. Two great, big, fuzzy, brown paws.

“Ah…w-what…?!” I gasped out, looking down at them. The fur wasn’t thick, and ended at my wrist…but they were absolutely ridiculous looking, wide and fluffy. Suddenly remembering the ripping sound, I looked over my shoulder to see two more paws where my feet once were, the tattered remains of my socks clinging to them.

I gasped back up at Diana, and was enraged to find the woman smiling pleasantly down at me. She knelt down, a hand rubbing at one my hands…paws. “Aren’t they cute? Really fitting too; bitches need nice, soft paws…I mean, it’s a shame they aren’t really useful for doing anything, but from what I saw, that won’t be a huge change for you. Last chance to say you’re sorry.”

A sudden flash of anger surged through me…I didn’t care who or what this freak was, there was NO way she could treat me like this! Growling, I swiped at Diana, knocking her flat on her butt. She let out a small cry, and I felt a rush of satisfaction. Who’s the bitch now, huh? I thought to myself. “I don’t know what you did, but you’re going to undo it right this second, before I get an…annn…ah…ahh…ahh…?”

Something Escort Ayaş was wrong…my tongue felt weird and heavy; my whole mouth did. I started to pant, trying to say something, anything…what was wrong with my mouth?! Without even realizing it, my mouth had opened up, my tongue out as I panted. I closed it quickly, trying to calm down, but…God, it felt so heavy! I couldn’t keep it closed for long, and after a few seconds I had to start panting again, my mouth hanging open as I stared wide-eyed up at the witch.

Diana smiled even wider. “Cat got your tongue, Liz? I meant what I said when I told you ‘last chance to say you’re sorry’. Bitches can’t talk, after all…just cute little doggy barks. And wow, you’re really getting into the whole panting thing, huh? That will happen whenever you’re excited.”

“Woof!” I yelled up at her…or, at least, tried to. The bark that emerged from my lips surprised me so much that I nearly fell over. “Arf? W-woof! Woof! Grrrrr!” All I could do was make stupid dog sounds! It was like my tongue was too heavy to move properly.

Diana began to pace around me, looking down at me. “I don’t know what you’re saying…I don’t speak dog, sweetie. But I’ll give you one more chance…show me you’re sorry, like a good little bitch.”

I didn’t wait for her to finish. I turned, pouncing up at her. If I could knock her over again, I could get her in a position of leverage, and make her fix this. Then I would show her who was the real bitch!

The witch reached into her robe, fast as lightning, and withdrew her wand. Flicking her wrist, she bopped me on the forehead, right between the eyes. With a surprised yelp, I fell back on my butt, whining and pawing at my face. You slut, that stung! I thought to myself miserably. “Mmmnnn, mmmnnnn! Woof!”

Diana gave me a stern look, crossing her arms at me while I shifted back up to my hands and feet. “Bad dog. Baaaaaad dog.”

Suddenly I felt my face heat up…why did I feel so embarrassed about being told that? Then the heat spread…not just my face, but my whole body…I started to pant again, my body trembling. “Ahh? Ahh…ahh…ahh…”

Shaking her head at me, Diana sighed. “All you had to do was say sorry. You could have prevented all of this, you know. But even when I give you a few chances, you don’t take them. All you’ve done is show me that you’re a mean spirited bitch…and I’m going to make sure you look like one.” And then she snapped her fingers.

Instantly, I felt the the cool night air, and I knew what happened…the damn witch had made my clothes vanish, and now I was trembling and nude. I let out a whimper as I tried to shift my arms to cover my modest breasts, lowering my head, but all I managed to do was rub them together, squeezing them between my arms.

“Ahh? Grrr…nnnn…!” I started to pant harder as the heat suddenly flared, completely vanishing a second later. Some parts of me felt wrong, though, but I couldn’t put my finger on it…I looked up at Diana in confusion, tilting my head as I stared at her, my mouth hanging open.

She gave me a small smile, nodding. “Yes, I’d say that’s pretty good…but let’s see what you think, shall we?” She snapped her fingers, and I heard a soft sound behind me. Turning clumsily around, I found myself face to face with 5 full-length mirrors, angled so that I could see my whole body…and what had happened to it.

I gaped at my face, my eyes wide with shock. I was painted up with the cheapest makeup I had ever seen. Bright blue mascara was applied heavily around my eyes, and my cheeks were thick with a deep red blush. And my lips! Oh God, they were bright green, and the lipstick was so thick I could feel it weighing down my jaw even more. I bit my lower lip gently, fretting…it was bad enough to be changed like this, but now I had to be made up like a streetwalker? Then my eyes traveled up, and I took in more.

My ears…my cute little ears…they were big,floppy puppy ears now; it was the only way to describe them. My brown hair was longer and shaggier than before, hanging down to my breasts, but even with that added thickness, I could still see the stupid fuzzy things sticking out, and I could feel their warmth as they flopped gently against my face.

My gaze swept back across my body, and my heart sank even more. I could see writing on me, but I couldn’t make it out in the mirror…something on my back, in bold black writing, then something lower, right above my butt…wiggling my hips, I tried to see what it said, and saw something that made me let out a startled bark. “Arf?!”

I had a tail. An awful, quivering, fluffy dog’s tail, sticking out just above my bottom. I could feel it now…how had I not noticed before!? Now I couldn’t help but notice as it wagged helplessly, and as I began to whimper, it drooped between my legs.

Diana kneeled beside me, putting a light hand on my back as I whined. “So, Liz, what Ayaş Escort Bayan do you think? A bit more of a fitting look, in my opinion. The make up really sells it…it’s permanent, by the way. I mean, it’ll smear really easily, but it’ll clean itself up and be looking good as new every night at midnight. And the tattoos turned out great, if I do say so myself.”

She snapped her fingers, and suddenly the mirrors reversed; everything was now backwards, the words on my back standing out clear as day. On my back, in thick curling letters, was the word “PRINCESS”. Right behind it were the words “PLZ TUG! <3", complete with an arrow pointing towards my new tail. Diana nodded, seemingly satisfied, and rose to her feet. She gave me a soft pat as she waved her hand, and the mirrors vanished as suddenly as they appeared. Then she strode over to Chris, still staring straight ahead as though nothing had happened. “Now, I think you look perfect, Liz, but I just need to check with your boyfriend here. I wonder what he would like…?” She leaned in and began speaking softly into his ear, and it looked like he was startled out of a deep sleep, blinking and looking around. My heart leaped int my throat. Chris would tell her to change me back, he could apologize for me! Then Chris gave me a strange look, and stared back at Diana. “Jeez, what did she do now? I swear, she’s such a handful.” Huh…? I let out a small woof, taking a nervous step towards Chris. He turned towards me suddenly, clapping his hands. “Stay, Liz! Don’t be a bad dog!” My tail drooped at his words, and I hunkered low to the ground….I wasn’t a bad dog…wait, why should that even matter…? Why was Chris acting like that, and why was I acting like it too…? Diana shook her head, giving Chris a polite smile. “Not at all, sir; she was being a little bitchy before, but it’s understandable when a dog is in heat…isn’t that right, bitch?” “Ah? Arf?” As soon as she finished talking, I started to wiggle my hips…something was wrong, something was really wrong…I was hot, but not like before; it was a different kind of heat…I started to whine, pawing at the ground in frustration as my moans rose in pitch. “Yeah, she can be really needy like that,” Chris sighed. “And look, she ruined your shoes!” He pointed down at the ground, where the witch had dropped her heels. Diana shrugged. “It’s no big deal…I mean, she’s your dog, you can punish her if you want…and might I say, she looks like a wonderful breed; a very healthy looking bitch.” I was having trouble following what was happening…I was so hot, so turned on that it was nearly painful…but it wasn’t my pussy that was aching, it was my butt…and when Diana finished speaking, another flash of heat went through me, and I nearly fell over, whining frantically as I panted, practically drooling from the feeling. What was happening to me?! Chris nodded, walking behind me. “She’s normally a good dog, she can just be really nippy when she gets excited. And thank you; she is a real beauty. I wish her breasts were a little larger, personally, but that’s just me.” Chris hunkered down behind me, and all of a sudden I was aware of just how good it felt to be next to his body…his deliciously warm, wonderful body. Moaning softly, I began to rub my bottom against his chest, wiggling my quivering hips back and forth, desperate to scratch my itch. I looked back at Chris, my eyes wide, and I panted with need. Diana glided up next to him, smiling down at me. “Well, how about this. You can punish her however you want, and I’ll give you a little treat for being such a good owner.” “Umm…sure, I guess…” Chris turned his attention back towards me, his face stern…he had NEVER looked that serious, not with me. What did she do to him…? “OK, Liz, I know you’re in heat right now, but you can’t go around being a bitch just because you don’t get your way.” Another pang of heat shot through me, and I gasped and nearly howled with lust. All I could do was press against Chris harder, shaking my butt against his chest, hoping he would give me the release I craved… What I felt, though, was a rough smack on my bare cheeks. “AH!? AHHHN!?! WOOF!!!” I barked in surprise and pain, whipping my head around. Chris had just spanked me! “I’m not a doormat, Liz; I’m going to take care of you, but you have to be a good girl too, alright? If I don’t do this, I’m giving you the wrong message. So…just please learn from this, OK?” With that, he gave me another hard slap, and I cried out again. But…but there was more…my chest jiggled a bit more, even though that blow didn’t seem as harsh as the one before…I looked down, staring right at my cleavage, and I widened my legs apart; I must have been pushing them together. But then I felt another slap, and I was given a front row seat at what was happening; with every spanking, my boobs were growing, slowly but surely. “Woof! Arf, arf, woof!!!” I began to bark frantically, torn with the need to rub my ass against Chris’s chest and the desire to get away from the rough spankings. I couldn’t get my paws to listen to me, though, and I began to get slapped more rapidly. SMACK!

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