She closed the door and dumped the jumble of envelopes and handbills on the sideboard. There were the usual bills, catalogues, junk mail and a few interesting envelopes- but they could wait while she changed out of her work clothes. The conservative dress and blouse gave way to casual attire. Clara enjoyed padding round her bedsitter with as few clothes as possible. Away from prying eyes, she let her inner self rule the day. Most of her close friends were not as adventurous as her, nor did they recognize the conflicting emotions she battled daily. Being a teacher, discipline was high on her agenda; but away from school she was a totally different person. Clara headed to the kitchen, but as she passed the sideboard she noticed an official looking envelope in the pile of mail. Curiosity saw her pick up and examine both sides of the letter. When she saw the return address her heart leapt inside her chest. She tore open the envelope and looked inside. There were two folded pages and a business card. The pages were bonded stationery and oozed officialdom.

Clara continued on to the kitchen to put on a kettle of water before opening the terribly intriguing pages. That done, she sat at the kitchen table and unfolded the pages. The addressee was The Chancellor of the most exclusive girls school in this area. One line gained her immediate interest- her interview was set down for 9am the following Monday. Punctual attendance was expected and confirmation required either by phone or email by Tuesday's close of business. Clara had no idea why the letter had been sent, but after reading it fully, it became obvious the recommendation had come from her current headmaster. Now she understood the previous cryptic conversations with the head about her future teaching prospects. Grabbing her mobile she rang school and had an enlightening conversation, which she concluded with a promise to attend the interview.

The rest of her week passed without further surprises. She rang to confirm attendance on Tuesday as required. As always she had her classes well prepared in advance and her students, diligent young adults with high aspirations, caused no major problems for her. Thus, Clara was able to prepare herself for the interview- in her eyes it was preferable not to attend rather than to waste such a valuable opportunity. By the eve of her interview everything she could possibly do was done. She selected an austere black suit that fitted well and would impress her benefactors. Satisfied, she turned in early determined to be at her best tomorrow.

The alarm clock rattled her nightstand at 6am and interrupted her reveries. She hit the off button on the alarm and stumbled out of bed. After putting on the kettle and adding some porridge to a saucepan of water on the stove, Clara headed for the shower. She was all efficiency today and ignored the delicious feelings as her hands and washer brushed over her breasts. Clara rushed through her shower, intent on giving herself tons of time to dry her hair and prepare her face. Black lingerie was the only pampering she allowed. Black lace bra, matching thong and garter belt with thin gossamer-like hosiery with black high heel shoes were the finishing touches to her outfit. Clara enjoyed wearing saucy underthings beneath her teaching apparel, giving an air of modesty while only she knew what was underneath. A mouthful of quickly brewed breakfast tea and two spoons of porridge were the sum of food she consumed before rushing out to her car.

It was a fifteen-minute drive until she parked on the gravel driveway of the college. Trees lined the drive behind the giant hedge fencing. Clara stepped out of the car and ran her hands down her dress- tugging it into place. The rough material whispered over her silky underthings as she strode towards the reception. An exceptionally attractive brunette greeted her, then asked her to take a seat until she was called. This was the time Clara hated- her nerves turned somersaults and time seemed to slow inexorably. She looked around the room, noticing photos of the governing body including the Chancellor. Just then the brunette receptionist motioned for her to enter the Chancellor's office. Clara admired the brunette's long stockinged legs as she moved behind the desk.

The nerves stopped when she entered the room, but then returned when she realized she would be interviewed by a panel of four austere men and one solitary woman. She was motioned towards a red velvet chair facing her panel aligned behind a huge oak table. Brief introductions ensued before the female read out a detailed history of Clara's schooling, qualifications and career highlights. They seemed impressive on paper to Clara but the panel seemed impressed as well. A series of questions followed- her answers were short but adequate. A series of scenarios were presented for her solutions, which also seemed well received. A break was called while tea and cakes were served. No time was wasted because more questions were put to her while they enjoyed the refreshments. But these questions related to her teaching style- more to the point her disciplinary regime. Clara gave more detailed answers that were greeted favourably. The female asked if she had any questions to ask them as the formal side of the interview was completed.

Clara asked a series of questions and was pleased with the responses. Feeling quite happy with herself, she listened as the chair of the committee reviewed her performance. It all seemed to be positive until the area of discipline arose. The chair stressed that strict discipline was enforced with rigid penalties for any breaches. Corporal punishment was the last resort; but penalties were meted out consistently for the teaching staff as well as the students. This surprised Clara. Her facial response was noted and commented on by The Chancellor no less. He was adamant that his teaching staff would be disciplined by himself whenever breaches of code were in evidence. Major code violations concerned dress, attendance and manners. For students most penalties centred on detention- but no breaches of attendance would be tolerated. Parent approval ensured that punishment was severe and timely. Clara assured her compliance with and implementation of all the rules and regulations.

Smiles greeted her around the table, so Clara relaxed into her chair. But the next turn of events shook her complacency. The Chancellor stressed that the girls uniform was the minimum allowed. Outside the college full uniform including hat and blazer would be worn at all times. If any student shortened her uniform, she was to be sent to the Chancellor's office immediately. All teaching staff carried a ruler to measure the length and students would kneel on the floor so that a height of no more than four inches above the knee was visible. Clara was surprised by the rigidity of this rule but made no comment. Then the Chancellor said that all female teaching staff were to maintain propriety of dress. If undergarments were worn they had to meet strict standards. Then he asked her to stand and lift up her dress. Relieved, Clara told him that her suit was too tight to be raised. But his retort to take the dress off shocked her out of that complacency. Stammering and hesitating seemed to enrage the Chancellor all the more.

Making a split decision, she undid her skirt and pushed it down around her ankles. Acute embarrassment was tempered by relief that she had worn the undergarments she had. The Chancellor signaled for her to turn around. Clara did as bid to the obvious appreciation of the panel. Just when she decided it wasn't too bad the Chancellor motioned to her to come around to him. Her skirt was around her ankles so she bent to remove it. She was told to leave her heels on. Walking shakily around the table Clara approached the Chancellor. He lifted her blouse and told her to spin around. She felt his hands on her bottom, then on the flesh above her hosiery. The female told her that this underwear did not reach their standards. It was usual for the female teachers to be sans underwear; or, if they insisted on wearing it then they were to wear crotchless panties and bras that exposed the nipples. Shocked, Clara stammered an incoherent reply.

The Chancellor told her to go back to her seat. She breathed a sigh of relief as she moved back around the table. But her relief was short lived when told to remove her underwear and sit back down. Unable to refuse Clara unhooked her stockings and slid them down her legs. The garter belt and panties followed as she stepped out of them then went to sit down. She was told the instruction meant all underwear, including her brassiere. Her hesitation was not well received. So she hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor before reaching up and undoing the front clasp of her bra then allowed it to slide down her arms to the floor as well. Completely naked she looked up into their leering faces- even the female was enjoying her discomfort. She was discouraged from covering her breasts and asked to return to her seat.

Clara sank into the chair but felt embarrassed as her body responded to her uneasiness- her face turned crimson; her nipples extended and hardened but with her legs closed tightly she preserved some little modesty. Then he told her to open her legs....she was told wider....and then sit back. Fully scarlet now Clara knew her vagina lips were gaping and moisture was welling up and would soon seep and glisten on its way down. She could see her clit's pinkness changing to a color more matching her face. Just when she thought she would die of embarrassment she was told that she had secured the teaching post and must begin Monday week. She was to attend a familiarization day next week when she would be given password access to the college's computer system. The panel rose and moved around the desk to proffer congratulations. Clare rose, hoping to cover her embarrassment as the female caressed her breasts and leant in to kiss her primly on either cheek. More hands were touching her body- sliding over her bottom and legs. Insistent fingers moved between her thighs only to encounter her wetness. An insistent digit moved over her anus, bringing a crimson blush to her face. Then the booming voice of the Chancellor confirmed the interview was over and the panel stepped away from Clara and began to file out of the room. The Chancellor told her to dress and leave as soon as she was ready. Clara was too shocked to move until a sudden sound took her attention.

The receptionist had entered the room and was staring openly at her nakedness. She said something to the effect that Clara's body was among the more attractive and that she would enjoy teaching here. Then she said something about Clara enjoying the faculty meetings or the faculty would enjoy her; before bending down to help retrieve Clara's clothing. She grabbed the thong and garter belt almost out of Clara's hands, savouring the soft lace pieces before handing them back with a leer that was somehow unsettling. Clara thanked her and dressed hurriedly to escape the ogling eyes and obvious enjoyment of the receptionist. Clara said her goodbyes and hurried back to her car. The drive home was interrupted by doubts about her wanting the position.....but, her interest was piqued...after all.

I heard the key in the lock. Immediately I sat up, thinking to myself, "What is SHE doing here?" Normally, my Mistress would call or text me to see where I was. I was shocked that she could be at the door. I scrambled to don a pair of shorts, just in case, I was wrong. She opened the door, looking quite pleased with herself that she had caught me completely unawares. She entered the living room and closed the door behind her, locking both the top and bottom locks.
I swallowed hard as my mouth went dry. I was speechless. I had seen her dozens of times and each one more exciting than the last. She walked to me, her fingers running thru my hair. "Is my slave happy to see his Mistress?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied.

"And have you been a good little boy for me? Or have you been playing with MY cock without my permission?"

"No Mistress. I've been very good for you. I haven't cum in several days, just as you ordered me not to."

My Mistress takes great pleasure in letting my cum build up for her. Sometimes she will tease me by giving me erotic fantasies to think about. Other times, she will entice me by telling me things she will do to me and then leave me "hanging" in order to heighten the anticipation.

She reached behind me and took my collar in her hand. Slowly she leaned forward, the tips of her covered breasts brushing the top of my head. She wrapped the collar around my neck, buckling the straps in place. Then she took my leash and hooked it to the loop at the base of my collar. My Mistress stepped back, looking down at me. Tugging hard on the leash, she forced me to my feet. Inching ever so closely, she pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue entered my mouth and danced around mine. My arms circled her slender waist as she drew my lower lip out with her teeth.

"I want you to feed on my breasts," she said breathlessly. Slowly she began to unhook the first of three clasps of her bustier and bared her bosom. Looking me in the eye and intertwining her fingers in my hair, she held her right breast in her hand, offering it to me. With her left hand, she pulled me to her swollen tit. My lips parted and took in her hardened nipple. I heard a gasp escape her parted lips as my tongue swirled around her tightened areola.

"Oh baby. Just like that!" she sighed as I suckled at her, feeding as if a newborn would from its mother. My teeth lightly scrapped along the edges of her berry-like nipple as one hand held her ass while the other massaged her other mound.

Her head fell back as a sigh of contentment rose from her parted lips. Gripping my hair tighter, she directed me from one nipple to the other. My tongue flicked over the hardness of her nipple as I sucked it more firmly. My teeth teased it as my hands ran up and down her firm body.

My Mistress pulled my head away, then she stepped back and slowly shimmied her way out of her thong. I watched her with growing want. My cock, her cock, ached to be inside her. She took her index finger and gave her clit a stroke. "Would you like a taste my pet?"
I nodded with enthusiasm, "Yes Mistress."

She drew her finger to my lips, coating them with her juices. My tongue slowly slipped past my parted lips as I tasted her sweetness.

Suddenly she was laying on our bed, her thighs spread and her heels hanging over her toy chest. "On your knees before me my pet," she ordered. I fell immediately at her feet. She yanked on my collar with her leash, my face now inches away from her bare womanhood. Breathlessly, she said, "Feast on your Mistress' pussy my wolf."

My eyes found hers and they were locked together. Each of us could feel the other's heat rising from our skin as our beasts sought each other out. I extended my tongue and touched her throbbing clit. My Mistress arched her back and her fingers gripped the sheets. "Ohhhhh God!"

My lips wrapped abound her pulsing clit as I sucked on it slowly and deeply. My tongue danced across her sensitive nub, shivers moving up and down her back. I slid two of my fingers into her moist pussy and felt the warmth of her juices flow about them. I curled up to stroke her inner wall, pressing against that hidden trigger that would give her ultimate release. She began moaning and writhing under me. My lips sucked harder as my head shook back and forth. Her thighs wrapped around my head as She dug her heels into my back.

I took one finger out and pressed it to the entrance of her puckered ass. I knew what she wanted. I was a quick study of her body. I could feel her hunger rising. Her body tensed as my finger gently probed her ass. I began pistoning my fingers in and out of both her holes as I sucked on her love button. Her orgasm began building and she started grunting. "Ohhhh God! Ohhhhh God! Ohhhh God! Ohhhh fuck! Ohhh fuck! Ohhhh fuck! I'm getting closer!" I fucked her faster and harder with my fingers as I licked her clit. She grabbed my free hand and latched her mouth to my wrist. She sucked and bit down on it just as her orgasm slammed into her! My blood rose to the surface of my skin as she took the time to mark me as her own.

She squealed and a low growl escaped her mouth, as her beast fought to be released. The sexual energy engulfed the room and rolled over us. She pushed me away as the intensity of her orgasm washed over her.

I crawled up to her, kissing her body along the way. She took my face in her hands and kissed me passionately. I could feel her as she unhooked the straps to my collar. Now, she was ready to feed.
"Lay back my pet."
I did as she had commanded. "Yes Mistress."

Lying back, she took looked deep into my eyes. "Now, where is my cock? Ahhhh! THERE it is!" Her hand wrapped around my manhood as she steadily began to stroke my shaft. Her hand felt so good as she moved it slowly and steadily up and down. Mistress leaned over me and sank her teeth into my neck. She began sucking on my skin as her tongue licked at my throbbing pulse.

She then moved to my chest as she stroked her cock faster and squeezed it harder. "Oh. My pet likes this doesn't he?"

"Yes Mistress! I love it!" I panted. I was clutching at the pillows as my balls tightened. My toes started to curl as I could feel my orgasm approaching. "I'm going to cum Mistresssss!"

"Come on baby," she cooed in my ear. "Cum for me. Cum for your Mistress."

My back arched and my teeth clenched as my cock began to pulse. "ARRR! I'm CUMMING MISTRESSS!" I cried out as my growls filled the air.

"Mmmmmmm...That's my good boy," she said as she leaned down and kissed my lips. She got up out of bed and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she proceeded to wash my shrinking cock with the warm, wet, cloth. She then cuddled up with me as we drifted off to dreamland.

Eleanor was mid twenties when we met; she showed clear tendencies for kinky sex from the beginning. For example on our first date she drove to meet me in an ultra micro skirt, semi transparent white blouse, self supporting stocking and nothing else.

As we drove to the pub, she reached between her legs and played with her cunt, before folding the front of the skirt back towards her waist, even in the dusk glow of twilight I could clearly see her cunt lips were open and glistening with her secretions.

Suddenly as we drove along a dual carriage way a large van slowed along side us as he kept pace with our car. The guy in the passenger seat of the van had wound down the window and was ogling the view from his higher position. Eleanor merely looked at me and said, “Master, may I give him a better look?” I nodded and watched as she opened her legs as wide as she could but still being able to drive the car.

All too soon we had to turn off in order to reach the agreed pub on the outskirts of Epping Forest. We pulled up in to the dusky car park and she parked her car as far away from the pub as possible. Leaning over to me she said, “Oh master, thank you. I am really turned on now, thinking about that silly man having to find somewhere to go for a wank because of me.” With that she took my hand and pushed it against her cunt lips. They were truly soaking and her cunt felt red hot. I eased a finger inside her and she suddenly went rigid as wave upon wave of climax pulsed through her body.

Never one to miss an opportunity, I told her we were going to go in to the pub and she was not to bring her jacket with her. She nodded but blushed slightly. We got out of the car and I walked around to her side, as she locked the car door I pushed her up against the cooler metal of the car and from behind slipped three fingers up her cunt. I told her to thrust her pelvic muscles in such a manner as to stimulate me fingering her cunt. She tried to move my fingers around inside her but found she could not achieve any real satisfaction from doing this. A frustrated groan left her lips as she mouthed the words for me to fuck her there and then.

I withdrew my fingers and simply slapped her arse once and told her she would have to wait and earn any fucking from me. With that we walked slowly towards the pub and upon entering we walked to a quiet area towards the rear. As we entered the pub the noise level noticeably dropped and I could feel the guys’ eyes watching her cute butt sway as she walked. When we sat at the table I made sure that she was facing the bulk of the crowd in the bar. I asked what she wanted to drink and she said, “Your spunk, Master.” I told her to cut that out and she settled for half of lager. I went to the bar and ordered the drinks, the young barman offered to bring them over to our table. So I paid for the drinks and headed back towards Eleanor. As I sat down I told her to unbutton the top four buttons of her blouse and when the barman came over she was to lean towards me offering me a cigarette.

Right on cue, she leaned forward and I caught the barman having a really good blatant stare down Eleanor’s top. As he noticed me watching him he began to avert his gaze but not before he saw me slide my hand across the table and pinch her nipple. He looked straight at me and nodded.

The rest of the evening in the pub was of a similar vein as young men passed the table supposedly on their way to the bar or toilets she would flash them a smile and maybe show a little stocking top to boot.

We never had to buy another drink in the bar that night as first the barman brought over a set of drinks and again Eleanor obliged by leaning forward. This time the bar man gazed openly down her top so I leaned forward and said (in a low voice), “Get up and go to the loo, but make sure you flash the barman your cunt.”

As she got up she purposely made sure her hand pulled her skirt high enough for him to see she was not wearing knickers. After she left the bar man came up to me and asked if what he had seen upset me, I replied that not in the slightest, who do you think was telling her to do these things. He then invited us to stay after the bar closed, but I told him I had other plans but thanks anyway.

A little while later a man I had never met came over with more drinks and introduced himself as a mate of the barman’s; again Eleanor showed her charms. By the time I told her we were leaving we had flashed for some six different people. As I discovered when we got back to her car she was soaking. So we drove to a quiet lane and I made her give me a blow job before I made her lay on the bonnet as I fucked her cunt.

"I'm glad the day is done," I say, as I sit back in the couch and sigh with contentment. I raise the remote control and turn off the television.

Sitting at the end of the couch, you smile softly and hesitate, unknowing of my intentions. "Would 'now' be a good time to show you what I bought today?"

"Sure. I'd like that." I am pleased you remembered my earlier request.

"All right. I'll be right back."

"No rush, I'll make coffee."

"I can't help it. I want to rush," you say, grinning. I smile back warmly, enjoying your eagerness. You stand and walk from me, stopping by the low bookshelf. With a glance you confirm I am watching and smile to yourself. I nod as you light your aromatic candle. We decided a long time ago that lighting your candle meant you wanted to feel it.
It.
Your submission to me.

You tip your head back and sniff the air, momentarily closing your eyes. You pinch your nipple and our eyes meet. "I'll be right back, Sir," you say, grinning.

"I'm looking forward to it."

You giggle and shake your head. "I hope you're not disappointed."

I smile to myself. You would look good in a Hessian bag. "I am never disappointed by my good girl."

Once made, I return to the sofa and place our steaming cups of coffee on the table and wait. Our timing is good and in moments you turn down the lights a little before entering the space in front of me. Mimicking a runway model, you stop and cock your hip, then turn and stride across in front of the raging fireplace. I nod and smile, watching you in appreciation. You stop and pivot, taking your 'hand on hip' stance once again. As a mock presenter, you pretend to hold a microphone and you speak in an unfamiliar tone, holding back your giggle.

"Cherie looks lovely in green pajama pants with a little frog motif, complimented by a tank top. Note the thinness of the tank top, and Cherie's nipples showing right through. Perfect for the relaxed evening at home." 'Cherie' walks across in front of me, pirouettes and finishes with the now familiar 'hand on hip'.

"Looking lovely," I echo. You blush and hold your pose, wondering what might happen next. I sense the end of your 'show' and stand, walk toward you and clap lightly. "Lovely, my pet. Truly lovely."

Reaching for you, I take your hands in mine and lean down intimately, kissing your forehead. We smile at each other and I walk backwards, leading you to the sofa. Releasing your hands, I motion to a position directly before me, and say, "Stand here." I sit down and you stand where I indicate.

After a moment's silence, I speak. "Take off the pants." You do not hesitate. "Stand proudly, you are beautiful." You blush and straighten your back, smiling softly. I lean forward and hold out my hands for you to take. "Straddle my legs and sit."

You take my offered hands in yours and set one foot on either side of my legs, sitting down and opening yourself to me. I guide you into a comfortable position, smiling into your eyes and holding your arms out a little, admiring your beauty. I reach up to gently cup your face, kissing you tenderly, caressing your lips lightly with mine. You moan softly and close your eyes in pleasure as we kiss passionately.

I feel the soft touch of your fingertips about my waist and your tongue eagerly returning my kiss. I slide my right hand around behind your head and into your hair, taking hold and separating out mouths. "God, I've needed you, pet. I've been thinking about this all day." My smile fades, becoming much more serious, thrilling you to the core.

Gently I pull back on your hair, exposing your neck and hear you moan softly in anticipation. I hesitate then lean in, gliding the tip of my tongue down your neck to your collarbone. I kiss it and you shudder, butterflies taking flight in your stomach. Dragging my nails down your back and across your hip, I reach up and cup your breast, feeling your nipple press into my palm. You moan again, leaning into me.

Slowly I kiss my way back up your neck, enjoying the long beautiful trek back to your open mouth. You nibble softly on my bottom lip. I strike my tongue deeply into your mouth and swirl sensuously. You gasp, breathing hard and returning my kiss, holding me tightly at my waist. I break the kiss and look at you with passion in my eyes.
"Feel my cock," I whisper.

"Y... Yes, Sir," you mumble. Trailing your fingertips down my chest, you reach lower and smile as you run your fingers over it. "Mmmmm..."

"It's my cock. Say it."

"Your cock," you whisper, blushing. "Mmmmmm..."

"Keep still," I say, reaching between your legs and stroking through your slick hotness. "This is your pussy or your cunt. Say it."

You shudder and your blush deepens. "It... It's my pussy."

I grasp your nipple tightly, squeezing. "It's wet. Tell me it's wet."

"My pussy is wet." I roll your nipple softly and you moan. "Ohhh..."

"Good girl." I kiss you firmly again and slide my fingers back and forth over you. "My good girl..." I can hear you breathing unevenly, trembling, and trying not to move. "Move back and forth against my fingers." I hold my fingers still and watch as you tilt your hips and move your ass back and forth, stimulating yourself on my fingers. I pull them back a little, out of reach. "More?" I tease. You move your hips closer, searching for them. "You want them, don't you?"

"Y... Yes, Sir," you stammer.

With my hands on your thighs I lean back against the couch to watch you. "Slide two fingers into yourself." You wet them in your mouth then reach between your legs and push them slowly inside. "Don't move." You moan softly. "Deeper. Feel them." You close your eyes. "Feel how hot you are inside." You whimper softly. "This pussy is mine." You shudder. "Roll your hips at your fingers. Keep your fingers still." I lean forward and flick my tongue over your lips.
"God, Sir," you moan.

"Fuck your fingers." You start sliding them in and out. "Fuck them." You gasp, fucking them harder. "Push at them. Use your hips."
"Goddd..."

"Stop." You hold still and whimper softly. "Don't move. Slide them slowly out." You tremble as you do. "Good girl. I want you to pinch your nipple with your wet fingers."

"Which one?" you ask, your hand floating in mid-air.

"This one," I say, flicking it with my pointed finger. You bring your fingers to your nipple and grasp it tightly. Your mouth opens and your eyes close. Your head falls back. "So pretty." I take your wrist in my hand, dragging your fingers from your nipple, bringing them to my mouth. "Mmmmmm," I murmur as I suck them. Sliding them from my mouth, I say, "Look into my eyes," and you do. "I am going to love eating you." You shiver with excitement, watching me with a heated smile. "Oh, you like that idea, do you?" I ask, smiling.

You laugh softly and whisper. "Yes, Sir."

Grinning, I tease, "Well, you'll have to be good then." You nod eagerly then giggle. I watch you blush more. "You're such a dirty girl."

You laugh softly and protest. "Not usually."

"Ha! We'll see about that." I smile and watch as your eyes sparkle and you nod again. You know I am right. "Look." I nod at your crotch and you look down.

"I'm so wet," you whisper, astonished. Our eyes meet. I speak to your soul.

"There is nothing in the world I want more right now than to feel your hot breath on my cock." You lick your lips, eyes smouldering. "So I am going to stand. And you are going to kneel." I look you up and down. Your nipples are like pebbles. Hard as rocks. Shadows from them fall across your breasts.
"Please..."

"Please? I am not asking you." You swallow. "Get on your knees, dirty girl." You almost hurry, pulling your favourite cushion under you. I lean down and kiss you, then stand up, unbuckling my belt. I look down on you and smile. "You are so beautiful." I slide my belt from my jeans and thread it loosely around your neck, slipping it through its buckle. I hold the end of it in my hand. "What are you waiting for?" I ask, grinning.

Trembling, you eagerly reach for the button on my jeans, undoing it and drawing down the fly. You hook your fingers in the pockets and draw them down, your eyes watching as my cock springs forth. Helping me step out of them, you smile impishly and lean forward, breathing hotly along the length of my cock. "Mmmmmm..." I moan. You smile up at me and extend your tongue, brushing it lightly over the tip. I run the fingers of my free hand through your hair, then tighten them. "Look up at me." You do. "Do you know how amazing you are?" Your eyes smile. "Bite me gently." I feel your teeth so softly. "Show me your passion."

You slip your mouth over me, sucking and biting more urgently. Then, looking up at me, you suck down my length, then slowly and lightly drag your teeth back up again. "Oh, yesss..." I whisper in pleasure, my ass tightening. I watch as you do it again. I groan, my toes curling, whispering, "God. I'm so hard." You hold me in your mouth and I groan again feeling your tongue dancing on the underside. My breath hisses between clenched teeth as I feel your mouth slide further down and suck harder. "Fuck..." I mumble, "Mmmmm..."

I fold the belt in my hand and tighten my grip in your hair. Holding you close and limiting your movement, I close my eyes and savour the feel of your tongue and your sucking mouth. You moan softly and I can feel it. I open my eyes to look down on you. Your eyes are closed in rapture as you suck my cock. My eyes roll back into my head. I need to hold on. The sight of you excites me. You are so hot and so happy. My cock glistens as it slides in and out of your mouth.

Your cheeks hollow and I feel myself throb. I feel you pulling against my grip in your hair. I guide you in longer strokes and my balls tingle. "Mmmmm..." I moan, mindlessly. I look back down on you. You are looking up at me. God, you are beautiful. You watch my eyes and slide down lower. "Oh Jesusss..."

With my fingers tight in your hair, you start to move your mouth up and down my length, as much as I allow. You reach up to hold my thighs but I stop you. "No hands. Pinch your nipples." Without hesitation you reach for them, pinching them tightly. I guide you in longer strokes, right to the back of your mouth. "Look in my eyes," I insist, shaking. You look up at me intently, my cock sliding in and out of your hot, sucking mouth. You pinch tighter and moan around my cock. I shudder with the vibrations. "Pull at your nipples." You pull at them and suck harder. "Now your clit. Pinch it for me."

Holding your head firmly, I feel you shudder. I can't help myself as I move my hips, slowly sliding in and out, impaling your mouth. "Soothe your clit." You stroke slowly between your legs and I feel you tremble. Holding your head still and rocking my hips back and forth, I gasp, "You have beautiful eyes." They smile up at me and I slide back and forth a little faster, fucking your mouth. I watch as your fingers move faster between your legs. You are keeping up with me. I grit my teeth and groan, fucking your mouth faster.

The friction and heat are unbearable. I can't stop. It's too hot and it's too tight. And so wet, like your hot cunt. "I'm gonna cum," I gasp. Fucking your mouth faster and faster. Holding your head tight with my eyes closed. Breath whistling between clenched teeth. Faster. Moaning. Shuddering. Holding you. Fucking your mouth deeply. Feeling it. Feeling it happening. Rushing. Pulsing. My eyes clamp closed as cum launches from my cock. Holding you tight, I feel you sucking and swallowing, moaning around my cock.

"Oh, God..." I gasp, my thighs trembling. "Oh, my God..."

You continue to suck, more softly now, your eyes on mine. "That was... that was beautiful..."

You moan softly, sucking and staring into my eyes. I watch as you pull back and savour the taste, rolling my cum around your mouth. You tilt your head and swallow and without hesitation suck me into your mouth again. I slide your head back as your hand comes up to grip me. My cock makes a popping sound as it slides free of your mouth, slick and wet and throbbing before your face. Pulsing in your hand, a lazy bolt of cum emerges from the tip. You pull forward against my grip in your hair. "Please," you beg.

I release my grip. "Get it." You open your mouth, tongue extended, and approach from underneath. Capturing it on your tongue and following it to its source, you suck me into your mouth again. "Get it all," I insist, breathlessly.

You suck hard again. You can't help it. With your tongue stroking firmly on the underside you draw what remains to the tip of my cock. Alternately you suck firmly then softly, keeping it in your mouth and ensuring you do as I asked. As I tremble in the remains of my orgasm, I see you smile. My loose grip in your hair tightens as I gently pry you off. I stand before you, one hand in your hair and the other tight around the belt and I smile. "Cum for me," I demand. "Show me."

You smile hotly as your fingers quicken on your hard little clit. Reaching down with your other hand, you slide two fingers into your hot cunt. You move your hips against them. "Taste me while you cum." You close your eyes and savour my taste. "Fuck those fingers." You moan uncontrollably. "Fuck them harder." You grind against them. "Show me your passion." You thrust them into your pussy harder. "Let it go." Across your clit your fingers are a blur. "Be mine." Your hips buck against them. "Show me!" You moan loudly. "Faster." Rhythmic noises come from your mouth. "Pinch your clit while you fuck your pussy."
"Oohhhh..."
"Harder."
"Oohhh... Oohhhhh..."

"Fuck your fingers harder." You start to tremble. "I said faster. Now, fuck it." You start to moan almost continuously. "Faster on your clit." Your tremble gets stronger. "Hold it back, then crash into it." Your eyes are shut tight. "Be mine." Your moan rises in pitch. "Be my dirty girl." You convulse and scream. I hold your hair in my hand. It must hurt the way you pull against it. You don't seem to notice. You just scream and shudder.

Your hands slow down and you slump with your ass resting on your heels. With your chest rising and falling, you gulp breaths, head down and nipples swollen. Blushing so strongly and so beautifully, I can't help but admire you. "You are gorgeous." You tremble and I repeat myself, whispering, "You are so gorgeous." For a moment I admire you then scoop you up into my arms and immediately you slip your arms around my neck, holding on. "You are still shaking," I whisper in your ear. You bury your face in my neck and mumble something. "I didn't hear that. Say it again." I smile into your eyes as you lean up and look at me.
"I'm yours."

I smile and kiss you tenderly and you kiss me back. Your fingertips are light on my skin, caressing, thankful. I smile at you and take your hand, leading you to my chair. I sit down on it and guide you onto my lap. You moan softly and curl up against me as I wrap you in my arms. You whisper into my chest without looking up.

"I... I love being like this... Thank you, Sir."

I hug you and rock you gently back and forth, whispering, "You are welcome." You look up at me and trace my cheek with a fingertip. I kiss your lips softly and hold you gently, cuddling you. "Let's go to bed."

I had teased her mercilessly. Almost every hour I'd called her.
Allison peeled her t-shirt over her head. I smiled when she looked at me and bit her lip once more. I let my eyes appreciate her lovely breasts. She knew how her nipples looked. They were crinkled and screwed into tight little balls of sensitive pink flesh. In the flickering candlelight, they cast dancing shadows across the generous curves of her breasts. Her chest appeared airbrushed with a dusting of coral-coloured paint. Her cheeks reddened as she undid the catch at the waistband of her shorts.

I sipped again as I watched her. As I was starting to harden, I adjusted myself in my jeans. A little smile curled at the corners of her lips and I realised she had noticed. I winked. She blushed again as she rocked her hips, sliding her shorts down over them, then down her legs and off. She shuddered a little as she took a deep breath, preparing to speak. She licked her lips.

"Master, w... would it please you to have your naughty girl play with some of your toys?"

I smiled. "Much better, little one. Yes, it would. But allow me to choose which ones."

"Y... Yes, Master," she replied. I watched her for a moment. The skin of her chest had turned from light coral to slightly darker blotches. I watched as she swallowed and smiled a little, waiting for me to do something. Anything.

I put down my glass and stood, rounding the coffee table and standing before her. I gathered cushions and placed them strategically at the end of the couch. Leaning down to kiss her forehead, I placed my hands on her shoulders and guided her into a reclining position, facing my chair. With both feet still on the floor her body was bent awkwardly. I lifted her right leg with one hand behind the knee and the other around her ankle, then made a wish and spread her legs, placing the sole of her right foot on the couch.

Ally's chest was rising and falling more rapidly now, and she blushed more as she attempted to close her knees. I smiled into her eyes and she gasped as I pushed her right knee against the back of the couch. "Leave them like that."
"Yes, M... Master," she whispered.

I took her left hand by the wrist and placed it on her left breast, then took her right hand and placed it on her pussy. "Just gently, okay?"

"Y... Yes, Sir." Her eyes closed and she mmmed softly as her fingers began slowly caressing herself.

"Hey," I said, getting her attention as I rose to my full height, smiling down on her.
"Um... Y... Yes, Master?" she asked, halting her movements.

"You are absolutely fucking beautiful. So stop worrying about how you look. Okay?"

"Mmmmm... Y... Yes, Master," she said softly and smiled, closing her eyes again.

I watched her for a minute and stole a few lengthwise strokes of my cock. She was so delicate. So beautiful. Such a nasty girl when she was worked up.
Okay. Time to get some toys, I thought.
Allison grasped in thin air as I made to leave. "Master..."

"Just relax for a moment," I said. "I'll be back in a minute or two. Keep playing." She relaxed into the cushions and resumed her gentle caresses. I smiled again.

Walking purposefully into the playroom, I kneeled down in front of the toy box and opened its lid. Tonight will be about pleasure, not pain, I decided. I selected the big dildo, holding it up in front of my eyes. This is the one that stretches her so much she shudders, I thought. I smiled and shook my head. I also chose a ball gag, some anal beads, fancy vibrating nipple clamps, three silk scarves, her 'licker', and a slim, silver, three-speed vibrator. I grabbed some lube and bundled everything into the scarves and returned to the lounge room.

Entering as quietly as I could, I peered over the back of the lounge to see her still gently stroking her body. With her eyes closed, I had a moment to admire her. Slowly scanning down between her legs, I was pleased to see she was not penetrating herself, but continuing to sensuously caress her opening in small circles. The moisture on her fingers glistened in the candlelight.

"Aren't you a good girl," I said softly, leaning on the back of the couch.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me. Again she swallowed before asking, "Master, may I slide my f... fingers into my pussy? Just to... f... fuck it a little bit?"
"You may," I answered. "But only two."

"Yes, Mastoohhhh..." She moaned, sliding her fingers up her cunt and arching her back.

I walked around the couch and backed up to my recliner. As I sat, I leaned forward and moved my book, placing the little sack of toys on the coffee table. Fortunately, nothing rolled away as I opened the scarves to reveal all the toys I'd brought.

"Oh, Master..." Ally pleaded, watching me and sliding her fingers in and out of herself faster.

I looked into her eyes. Her desperation had returned. I looked down her body then back up again. I liked what I saw. "Yes pet?"
"H... How is it that you m... make me like this?"
"Slow down your fingers."

"Yes, Master," she said, slowing down and scooting up a little from her slumped position.

Meeting her eyes with mine, I stared for a moment then scanned slowly down to her pussy once more. Allison's pussy is very pretty. Nestled comfortably between her thighs, it is very pink and her outer lips redden and swell markedly when excited. The colour contrasts extremely with the surrounding skin, and she gets very wet. Her fingers slowly slid back and forth in and out of herself, making a lewd but quiet sucking sound. I smiled and she spread her legs wider.

"Continue fucking your cunt," I said simply. I barely recognised my own voice and immediately realised I too had become breathless.

"Y... Yes, Master," she breathed as the blush flared anew in her cheeks.

I picked up my Jamieson's again and sipped. I was getting very hard all over again. I thought about her question. "How is it you make me like this?" I decided a question like that needed an answer.
"Allison?" I asked.

She licked her lips before leaning up a little and responding, "Yes, Master?"

"The answer to your question about how I make you like this... is... I don't."
She swallowed. "I'm not sure if I... I understand, Master."

"My job is to provide you with a safe place where you can be yourself, my pet. I don't 'make' you do anything."

She laid her head back on the cushions and closed her eyes. I heard her whisper, "Mmmmmm... Yes, Master," as the two fingers began to pump more quickly in and out of her cunt.

"Keep your eyes closed and do as I say, little one. You know that's what you want."

She slumped down a little in the couch and I saw her twist her fingers at the full extent of her digital penetration. She moaned softly. This was moving too fast. "Fingers out and look at me, little one. Play with your nipples. Both hands." She slid her slick fingers from her pussy then brought both hands up to her breasts. She opened her eyes halfway, looked at me and she gave me a sexy smile. I glanced down at her chest. Her right nipple was shiny with her juices. I smiled, then looked back up into her eyes. "Roll them between your fingers and thumbs, sexy girl."
"Mmmmm..."
"Make them hurt a little..."
"MMMmmm..."
"Harder..."
"Oh!"

Her thighs began to close as if she wanted to squeeze them together. I let her almost get there. "Keep your legs spread."
"Ohhh..." she moaned, then bit her lip.
"Lift your breasts by the nipples."
She did. "Oh... Oh, Goddd... M... Master..."
"Higher."
"Oohhhhh..."
"Release and caress them."
"Mmmmmm..."

"Look at me," I said. She opened her eyes and breathed hard. She looked like she was about to laugh and her chest was heaving. "Why are you so happy?" I asked.

"Because I am free, Sir," she grinned, rolling her hips and displaying herself to me.
Now 'that' is a fine answer, I thought to myself.

I chuckled and shook my head, letting my eyes travel back down her body. "You are such a dirty girl."

"Uh huh," she replied, giggling. She cupped her breasts and squeezed, sending her nipples pointing in absurd directions. Holding her breasts firmly and squeezing inwards, in moments her nipples were again between her fingers and thumbs, being pinched savagely. "MMMmmmmmm..." she moaned.

With an idea in my head I looked down to the table and found the clamps. They had bright pink weights hanging from them containing a battery. A switch on the outside set them vibrating. Unfortunately when I purchased them, they weren't tight enough. But after a little tinkering I was able to extract the required compression. I tossed them between her legs. "Clamps now."

She sat up a little straighter and diligently applied the clamps, one after the other. I had her tighten them until she made noises that satisfied me. "Turn them on low."
"Mmmmm... Yes, Masterrr..." she breathed hotly.

She turned them on and her hands fell down by her sides. Her fists opened and closed while she gritted her teeth, arched her back and spread her legs widely. "Very pretty, little one," I said, stealing another caress of my aching cock.

She closed her eyes and writhed. "MMmmmmmmmm... Ooohhhhhh... M... Master... so goooood..."

I picked up the clear latex anal beads, twisting them before my eyes and admiring how they slowly became larger and larger. I tossed the toy and the tube of lubricant between her legs. "Lube up the beads and slide them up your ass, dirty girl." She gulped and picked up the items. I sipped my drink again as I watched her. When she was ready to press the first bead into her ass, I stopped her. "Put a cushion under your ass and slide down a little. And when you push in that toy, I want you to slide two beads in, then one bead out, until it's all the way in. Understood?"

She nodded and flicked her eyes over to me. "Yes, M... Master." She lifted her hips and slid a cushion under herself. In doing so she slid down anyway.

That's better, I thought to myself. Her eyes closed as the fingers of one hand gripped the cheek of her ass and she brought the lubed toy down to her asshole with the other. She pressed and the two smallest beads slid into her.

"Ohhh..." she moaned softly. I smiled as she pulled one bead out then pressed again, sending the next two beads steadily into her asshole. "Oh... Ohhh..."

"Caress your clit." She was on autopilot now. A slut was born. My own personal slut. My plaything. My fucktoy. Two fingertips reached for her clit and stroked slowly up and down its length. I continued directing her. "Use a fingernail. Keep pushing in the beads."

She arched her back each time she pushed them into her ass. "Ohhh..."

I got up and moved over to the couch. Allison's eyes popped open as I sat down on it. We smiled at each other, before she closed her eyes and lay back again. I dragged the toys over in front of me. I picked up her licker and turned it over in my hands. I located the speed control and on/off switch while admiring its wickedness. Made of light blue latex and lewdly fashioned into the shape of a mouth with protruding tongue, when switched on, the tongue vibrated from slow to fast, but frustratingly lightly.

Allison's glazed eyes shot open when I turned it on low, recognising it immediately. I smiled into her eyes and offered it to her. She whispered, "Thank you, Master," and took the licker in her hand.

"Use the licker as you would like to be licked. Leave three beads sticking out of your asshole."
She pressed the last bead in. "Ooohhhhh... D... Done, Master."

"Good girl. Barely graze the licker against your clit as you circle it."
She did. Her back arched. "Ohhh..."

I slid one of the scarves out from under the remaining toys. I leaned down and deftly tied her ankle to the centre-front support. She sighed as I knotted it tight. "I'm going to blindfold you," I said.

"Oh, yesss, Master," she groaned, lifting her hips and pressing her clit more firmly against the licker. I picked up the two remaining scarves and stood, quickly taking a couple of paces around to the end of the couch. Crouching down, I twisted one scarf a couple of times, then had Allison lean forward a little while I looped it over her eyes and tied it tight under her ponytail. I rearranged the cushions a little so she could put her head back down. I laced the other scarf through the end of her ponytail, knotted it, then gently pulled it down tight over the arm of the couch to the back-corner support where I also tied it tightly.

I stood up and looked down on her. A light sheen of perspiration had gathered on her top lip and she was pressing the licker firmly against her clit with her right hand. Two fingers of her left hand slid in and out of her cunt. Her hips rolled in a sensuous circle with each thrust of her fingers.

"Mmmmm..." she moaned, feeling her hair tethered. I reached down and caressed her cheek with my fingertips while admiring her body and squeezing my steel hard cock with my other hand. I almost groaned myself. "Oh, Master..." she whimpered.

"What is it little one?" I asked, moving back around to sit down between her spread legs again.
"I... I feel like s... such a... a whore..."
"Why do you feel like a prostitute, little one?"

"N... Not a p... prostitute, M... Master... A dirty w... wanton s... slut!"

Lifting her wrist gently, I ensured contact between licker and clit was broken. She raised her hips and whimpered in frustration.

"Keep fucking your pussy with your fingers," I said. She did. "You look like a sexy girl in need, little one. Anyway, what is a whore?" I asked, lowering her wrist and letting her reach her clit again.
"A... Ohhh... A... me... meee... I... I'm a whore! Ohhh..."

"No, my beautiful girl. You are not a whore," I said, raising her wrist again and swapping the licker for her vibrator, already turned on low. "You are my whore."

"Yess... Yesss..." she said deliriously, feeling the buzzing vibe inches from her clit. "I'm your whore, I'm your whore..."

Her chest heaved and her swollen nipples throbbed. I let her press the tip of the vibrator to her clit and her body shuddered. She was almost on her back and the weights hanging from each nipple clamp hung slightly outwards, providing an extra tugging sensation. Her hair was now pulled taut, and she could slide no further down.

Turning off and putting down the licker, I picked up the huge, veiny, cock-shaped dildo. Made of flexible bright pink latex, this enormous ten-inch weapon had a diameter of almost two inches. Without the regular exercise provided by her Ben Wah balls, Allison's muscular little cunt would be ruined by something like this. I turned it in my hands. I could hardly believe she was able to bury the entire length.

"Does my whore want to get fucked?" I asked quietly, turning to look at her. Her mouth was open and an almost constant low moan was issuing from her throat. God, she looked so hot. Blindfolded, spread and tied, the blush had consumed her body now, and I was delighted by the micro trembles that ran through her muscles.
"Please..." she whispered.
"Please what, my whore?"
"Please... I need..."
"What do you need, little one?"
"I need to get... fucked," she whimpered in a little girl voice.
"My whore needs to get fucked."
"Yesss..."
"Say it."
"Y... Your whore... needs to... to get f... fucked, Master."

"Slide your fingers from your cunt, my slut. Turn the vibrator to medium."
She did and I released her wrist. "Ohhhhh..."

"Put your fingers in your mouth. Suck them till they're clean. Don't you cum."

"N... No, M... Master," she said before slipping her slick fingers between her lips.

I reached up and switched the nipple clamps to medium as well. She arched her back and groaned, her fingers falling from her mouth.
"Please..."
"Beg. "

"Ohhh..." she almost cried. "Please... please, Master... I want to fuck... I need to fuck..."
"Your cunt needs attention, doesn't it, little one?"
"Oh, God... YES, Master..."

"You want to fuck your hot little cunt for me, don't you, princess?"

Her free hand was waving in the air hoping I put something in it. I almost laughed. I thought, God, my cock is so hard. So very fucking hard. I'm going to cum on her. On her face. All over her. As she cums.
"I want to fuck... please, Master... please..."

I put her big dildo in her hand. "Tease your cunt for me, little one."
"Oh, Master... ppllleeaaase..." she protested.

But she did. She inverted the big fucking toy and slid it up and down between her lips while panting heavily. "Bang it against your clit, my slut."
She bounced it against her clit. "Aahhh... Ahhhh..."
"Such a dirty girl..."
"Yessss..."
"Keep bouncing on it."
"Ohh... Ohh..."
"Do you want to fuck your hot little cunt, princess?"
"Ohhh... fuck... hot... cunt..."
"Say it..."
"Noooo..."
"Say it, fucktoy."
"Ooohhhhhh... Pleeeeasssseeee..."
"SAY IT!"
"I... I want to... fuck my cunt... Master... pleeeasseeeee..."

"You are such a dirty girl," I said. "Slide that thing up your cunt."

She let go of the vibrator and it rolled off her body. Both hands went to the base of the toy as she took hold of it. I watched mesmerised as she worked the head of it into herself.

"Ohhh... Oohhhhhhh..." Her thighs trembled and her hips moved in circles. Her lips were pulled inside as she worked the dildo in a little further.
"Back and forth an inch."
"Ohh... Ohh... Ohh..."
"Deeper."
"Ohhh... ffuuuckkk..."
She was sliding about five inches of its thickness in and out of herself.
"That's it. All the way, my dirty girl. In and out."
"Ohhh, Masterrr..."

"Show me how much you want it... Fuck back, little one... get it all in your cunt..."
"Ohhh... Godddd..."

She tilted her hips and flexed her thighs, impaling herself repeatedly as she pushed back at the huge toy. Slowly more and more of it was sliding in and out. I leaned up her body and clicked each of the weights hanging from her nipple clamps, setting them to high.
"Long strokes, dirty girl. Long strokes."
"Ohhhh... Masterr... Ohh Masterrrrr..."

"Use one hand." She dropped her right hand off the toy. "Feel your cunt. Feel it. Feel where the toy slides into your body. Feel how wet you are, you dirty little slut. Harder."
"Ohh... Ohh... Ohh..."

"Put your fingers back in your mouth. Fuck your cunt harder." She did. Her moans as the dildo slid into her were now muffled.
"Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmm..."

"Slow down. Long strokes again. I know you love the taste of your hot cunt, little one, but take your fingers out of your mouth."
"Ohhhh... Ohhhh... Ohhhh..."

"You love it don't you. Tell me you love fucking your hot little cunt."

"Ohh... Ohh... I love... Ohh... I love fucking my... Ohh... Ohh..."
"Say it. Say it!"

"I love... Ohh... fucking my hot little cunt... Ohh Ohh... Fuck... yesss... Ohh... Ohh..." I picked up the vibrator again and put it in her hand.

"Put this back on your clit. Don't cum." She pressed it hard against herself.
"Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk... yesss... Mmmmooohhhh..."
"Don't you cum..."
"Soooo close... Ohhhh..."

"Don't you fucking cum you little whore," I said, standing up. "Tell me what you're doing."

"Fucking... fuckingmyhotlittlecunt... fuckingmyhotlittlecunt... Ohhh... Ohhh... Please..."

I slid my jeans down over my thighs. Stepping out of them, I wrapped my fist around my cock. "Please what, Allison? Does my little slut want to cum?"
"Yess... Yesss... Please... Oh... Oh... "

"Don't shorten the strokes Allison. Nice long strokes." She tilted her head up toward me. She had realised I was standing above her.

"Ohhhh... Yess... Ohhhh... Master... Ohhhh... Please... let... me... cum... pleaseMaster... pleaseMasterpleaseMaster..."
"Lift up the vibrator."
She whimpered. "Ohhhhhhhhh..."

"I'm watching you Ally. I'm stroking my long hard cock and watching you. It's throbbing and it's so thick."
"Ohhh... Masterrr..."

"Do you want it, Ally? Do you want it in your mouth? Turn the vibe on high. Don't use it till I say." She did.
"Pleaseplease..."
"Harder. Fuck your cunt harder."

"Ohh... Ohh... Ohh... please... cum... Iwantyourcum... give me cum..."

"Harder." I stroked harder with her. "Put the vibe on your clit!"
"Ohhh! Fuckk!! OhhhHHH!!!"
"Take it off!"
She did, and whined, "Nooo..."
"You can cum when you've swallowed mine."
"Please... cuminmymouth... pleaseMaster... please..."
"Put the vibe on your clit!"

"Ohhhcumm... pleaseeee... cummm... cuminmymouthplease please please... I'm yourwhore... pleasee... cummm... Ohhhh..."
"Off!" I stroked faster. I was close. "On!"

"Oohhhhh... fuckkkk... Pleeeaaaaseee... Nooo..." I gripped the hair on the side of her head, turning her face toward me. With one knee on the couch, I brought my cock to her face. I was closer and spoke more quietly, more forcefully.
"Off!"
"Ohhh... fuck... Master... please... cum... please..."

I stroked my cock faster and harder. "On!" I watched as her body convulsed. She was so on edge. It was going to be a huge one. "Off!" She whined and complained and begged for my cum. The tingle started behind my balls. The muscle at the base of my cock began to twitch. "On!" She gritted her teeth, moaning hard. Her left hand pumping that enormous toy deep in her cunt. Her right moving the buzzing vibrator up and down her clit. The hum of the nipple clamps was lost somewhere between the vibrator and her moans. Her nipples were so red and so swollen. She was covered in a sheen of sweat. I looked down on her and her mouth was open, her tongue flicking wildly, hoping for cum. Pulling against her hair. Trying to find my cock.
I erupted!

"Yesss... Yesss... Cummmm... Mmmmmmmmmm..." she groaned, as I exploded across her face. I pushed my cock into her open mouth and held her head tight. She moaned around me and began to shudder. My cock shot hot thick ropes of cum into her sucking mouth again and again. She was swallowing each time. Over and over.

"Cum! Cum my little cocksucking whore!" I pulled my cock from her mouth and watched as she swallowed one last time, then all hell broke loose.
"Aaaa... AaaaIIIIIIEEE... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... AAAAAHHHH!!!!"
"Don't stop! Fuck that cunt. Fuck it! Fuck it harder!"

Her moans were constant as her body shook. "Ohhhhhhh... Oohhhhhhh... OOHHHHHHH!!!"

I wiped my cock all over her face, smearing saliva and cum from cheek to cheek. "Yeah, that's it. That's my little slut. Cum for me! Cum for me, little one!"

"Ohhhagain... Ohhh... OhhhHHHIIEEEEEEE... Ohhhh... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Yes! Keep going. Harder, Allison! Cum again!" I stood back up. My knee was giving out. I shook the cum dripping from my cock onto her face. Then I flicked what was running down my fingers onto her chest. I smiled down on her. "That's my cum, Allison. You like being covered in my cum, don't you, my little slut?"

"Ohhhhhccummm pleaseepleaseee..." she moaned, building to another release. I collapsed into the lounge again, once more looking up between her spread legs. I wiped my wet fingers on the inside of her thigh and held her knee against the back of the couch. I reached down with my other hand, taking the end of the anal beads in my fingers.
"Cum, baby. Cum for me again."

Slowly I began to pull as Allison thrust the big toy harder and harder up her cunt. This time she was silent for so long and her body arched higher and higher as one after the other I pulled the beads from her ass. Her voice burst from her chest when I whipped the remaining few beads out of her, sending her body into ecstasy.

"OoooooOOO... OOOOEEEEEEEEE... AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" She convulsed. "AHHHHH!!!!" Again. "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Again.

Over and over she screamed and convulsed. I sat back so as not to catch her one untethered foot in the face. I'd never seen her like this. I was rapt.

Then suddenly, "AaaaaaAAHHHHHH!!!!!" and she collapsed. Nothing. Still. Her once tense thighs fell loosely open. The vibrator rolled out of her slack hand. Her other hand fell from the end of the dildo, still deeply embedded in her. I looked up and was relieved to see her chest rising and falling. Her mouth was closed. She was breathing hard through her nose.
She'd passed out!

I moved closer, reaching up and caressing her face. No reaction. Out like a light. I sat back and chuckled, shaking my head.
It was time for bed.

He was being a naughty little bitch and he knew it. I certainly knew it; I have a cure for naughty toys. One evening, not a play evening, just an evening, I handed him a piece of paper that said go to the bathroom. He has privacy issues so this was puzzling to him but he went and like a naughty little bitch, he locked the door. A crappy interior door lock is short work for a thin screwdriver (I keep one on a hook in the hall - it’s a sadist thing). As I said it was a regular night so I was in my ratty jeans and a sweater. He was sitting there in the side of the tub looking surprised and a little pissed off. He almost got the word ‘what’ out before I crossed the room and smacked him. It wasn’t too hard, just enough to get his attention.
“You’ve been naughty,“ I said sternly.

I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He made that sound I fucking love, it isn’t as good as the jingle of a collar but it certainly gets me wet. His eyes closed and his lips parted slightly. I leaned over him and licked his lips. His mouth opened wider and the tip of his tongue darted out to touch mine. I allowed him to draw me into a kiss, softly at first but then I pulled his hair again, pulling him away from my lips. I put my hand on his shoulder pushing him down onto his knees. He had to spread his legs wide apart to squeeze between the tub and my body but he managed. He was beginning to breath harder and his hands automatically went behind his back. Naughty, yes, but well trained. I could have left the room and he would have stayed that way all night, he learned that lesson when we went over rule #16 - a little bitch’s comfort is of no concern, any position he cannot maintain on his own he will be bound into. He thought it would be fun and it was, for me, but he did learn the benefits of patients. Looking down at my sweet little bitch when he is being good always makes me feel a little more girlie than I like and often as not I use that as an excuse to be as I put it - a VERY sadistic piece of shit.

I stepped back from him, letting his hair go. I stood there just looking at him, making him wait. I put my hand back on his shoulder and pushed him towards the floor. He got the picture and bent forward. I put one booted foot against his neck and pushed him hard until he was inches above my other boot. These were a pair of my casual boots not my never leave the bedroom come fuck my boots. These were dusty and worn.
“Lick it,” I told him.

I felt him stiffen and pull back a little. I pressed harder, he winced and moved back down. The moment of hesitation when he warred with himself was sublime, but as so many times before he gave himself over to me and began to lick the top of my boot. It didn’t take long before he was doing it with real enthusiasm. He didn’t even seem to noticed I’d taken my foot off his neck. Looking at him on all fours watching him draw back and look to see if it was all clean, then, all on his own lean back down and continue cleaning was sheer joy for me.
“Enough,” I whispered to him.

He leaned back onto his knees those well trained hands behind his back. He looked up to see if I was pleased. My hand connected hard across his cheek. His head turned as my handprint bloomed on his face. His eyes were shut tight. His breath caught. I grabbed his chin in my hand, pulling his goatee and straightened him back up. I let him go and waited, one, a slow count, two, watching him. I touched his neck. Very gently with both my hands more brushing my fingertips against his throat. Down to the collar of his shirt, I began to unbutton the top button, fingers moving to the next, so very slowly. He held his breath. I took my time. I watched him. Watched his expression relax. Watched him settle back into his place as my favorite toy. But right now, he had been naughty - I ripped his shirt open. I heard one of the buttons hit the wall. I pulled his shirt down over his arms, not taking it off, using it the way I would a length of rope. I grabbed his hair and pulled, very hard, leaning him back. With my free hand I began to rub and pinch his nipples, very softly at first but getting harder each time I moved from one to the other. He hissed and sighed. His face an ever changing mask of pleasure and pain. I looked at his jeans, there was the barest hint of a wet spot forming.

“Get up,” I said as I pulled up on his hair. He scrambled a little from his awkward position. So there my beautiful little bitch stood, a whole foot taller than myself yet utterly mine. I let him go. “Undress me,” I said to him.

He turned to me, shrugging his arms out of his shirt and pulled my sweater over my head, much to his surprise I was wearing my red satin corset. I enjoy a corset or cincher just to wear but even when it isn’t red it is like waving a flag at a bull for my little bitch and I could see his eyes fill with lust. He moved quickly to the button on my jeans and was sliding them down my legs as fast as he could. He stopped when he was eye level with my harness. I had put on my strap-on harness before I got dressed; I also stashed a little something in the top drawer before I wrote him that note.

“Finish,” I told him. My voice seemed to pull him back to the moment as he quickly unlaced my boots, kissing the top of each as he took them off me, next the jeans came off. “Now you,” I said as my hands began to unbutton and unzip his pants.

The spot of pre-cum was certainly bigger when I pulled his jeans down. I love to look at the pink panties he wears for me; there is something so arousing about a rock hard cock straining against wet lace that really does it for me. These panties were certainly pink and wet. It took every ounce of will power I had not to lick that wet spot, instead I stood up, grabbed his tool and squeezed.
“Get those pants off,” I ordered.

He kicked off his shoes and shed his pants careful that he didn’t move too much and get hurt. I lead him by his cock over to the counter. I pushed him against the sink. Pressed my body against his, pressed his hard cock into the counter. He drew a sharp breath through clenched teeth. I pressed harder, his head rolled back as he reached behind his back and put his hands on my hips. He pulled me closer, I could tell it hurt him terribly. I was so proud. He ground me against him. I began to run my hands up and down his back, dipping lower now and then to feel the smoothness of his panties over that beautiful ass. I ran my hands up his sides and reached around to caress his nipples. He sighed and shifted. He had had just about all he could take. Too bad, I was enjoying myself, I only wished I had remembered to put the clover clamps in the cabinet along with my dildo.

I reached for his neck and stroked the side of his face with my right hand. I ran my finger across his lips, pushing my middle finger past them. He opened his mouth to accept my finger, sucking on it gently. I pushed it further in and began to stroke his tongue.

“That’s what I’m going to do to that tight little ass of yours,” I whispered as I pushed the whole length of my finger into his mouth.

His tongue began to dance as I petted and fondled it. With my left hand I pushed his undies down until they were bunched just under his ass cheeks. He was still holding me very closely. I pushed away from him, allowing him to move away from the counter a little. I removed my finger from his mouth.
“Spread,” I commanded.

He parted his legs a little more, placing one hand on each cheek. He pulled them apart a little, I could see him blush in the mirror.
“More,” I said as I trailed my wet finger down his spine.

I toyed with his ass hole touching it lightly, tracing along the edge, then running my finger down between his legs. I cupped his balls and squeezed him lightly. I reached around and pumped his cock a few times. One hand on his hard on the other teasing his ass, he began to push out towards my finger ever time it tickled near his tight hole.
“Eager, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he sighed.

I dropped to my knees. I knew my finger wasn’t nearly wet enough to open him up without really hurting him. I had a tube of lube but why waste a chance to tease him a little more. I exhaled against his spread ass. I watched him tighten. Inching closer I kissed each finger of each hand before I allowed my lips to trail to soft skin of his ass. Tiny butterfly kisses, every now and then a sharp nip. I licked and kissed each bite, relishing the hiss he made each time he felt my teeth. When I circled closer to his sweet little love knot I bit the inside of his cheek very close to it. It is the one place I’ll risk leaving a mark. That is one of the few things he asked of me, that I leave no marks that might show. I bit hard waiting to see what angry color my teeth marks would turn. I was pleased to see the deep reddish purple that is the sure sign of a bruise yet to come. I licked him, a full wide tongue from the back of his neatly shaven balls all the way to his tailbone. He sighed, I love it when he does that, and he spread himself wider for me. I didn’t make him wait; I was as hungry for it as he was. It felt like months since I had had that particular pleasure. With a soft tongue I lightly traced the ridges gently and slowly. I circled a few times letting my tongue become more insistent each time I went around. He was very quiet as he always is when I do this. He has a bad habit of holding his breath at such times. A sharp nip and he was sighing and moaning very quietly. I probed further, fluttering my tongue against him just before I slipped past his tight entrance. I wiggled inside him and he gasped. Such sweet noises he made while I enjoyed his tightness loosening for me. I brought my hand up and replaced my tongue with my finger. I slipped in very slowly, he was relaxed and it went in easily enough. He pushed back as I slipped in. I curled my finger down and started to rub in small very light circles. He moaned despite himself. I alternated circling and moving in and out of him. I heard a tiny whisper, it wasn’t really loud enough to hear, I knew what he said but I really wanted to hear him say it again.
“What was that my little bitch?” I ask sweetly.
“More, please, Mistress.”

As tempting as it was to make him beg properly I felt indulgent. I slid a second finger in on the next stroke. I gave him a moment to adjust to it before I continued my alternate movements, except this time, I spread my fingers apart a little each time I moved out of his depths. I was surprised when once more I heard that faint whisper, “Please more, Mistress.”

I was even more surprised that he could take three with just the wetness from my tongue. Take them he did and in quiet the excited manner. He was really moving now, hips pumping, sweating ever so slightly, breath ragged, cock so very hard and dripping pre-cum. I could have gone for the fist but I really just wanted to fuck him at that point. I withdrew my fingers from him and he leaned hard on the counter, looking at me over his shoulder a growl of frustration escaping his throat. I reached beside him and opened the drawer under the counter. I was looking at him more than what I was doing, his eyes widened when he saw the big purple cock lying in the drawer next to the tube of lube.
“Well,” I said to him.

He reached slowly inside and removed the dildo. He turned to me and sank to his knees. I had already put the ring on it so all that needed to be done was the ring snapped in place on the front of my harness. He leaned in very close, closer than what he needed to in order to affix the dildo. His lips were inches from my crotch-less leather harness.
“Mistress,” he whispered, “you smell so good, may I taste, please?”

He seemed in full on appeasement mode. I stood with my legs a little further apart thrust my hips forward. I placed my hand in his hair and pulled his face closer to me. He eagerly opened his mouth and his tongue darted out, lightly brushing my wet sex. He lapped at my juices before he settled around my swollen clit. He sucked her gently into his mouth, his tongue flicking her softly. I closed my eyes sighing as he brought me closer to release. I stoked his hair and face as he ate me. I felt his hand slid up my leg his fingers probing my dripping slit. Slowly he slipped two fingers into my velvety softness. I rocked against his mouth and hand. I could feel my wetness spreading down my thighs as I clinched tighter on his insistent digits. I leaned my head to the side, biting my lower lip, my orgasm ripping through me, pulling cries from my body. I called out to the heavens. In my haze I felt his other hand on my ass pulling me harder against his face. I could feel his tongue licking me over and over as he sought out every drop of my sweetness. His fingers withdrew from me and I shuttered, only seconds later they were replaced by his skillful tongue, seeking more of me to taste. He slowed his pace, not stopping, allowing me to ride out my climax the way I like to. He sat back tilting his head back, careful not to look up at me. With that boyish grin he made a show of licking his lips.
“Get me ready,” I growled, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Expertly he fed the straps through the ring and soon I was looking down at my 8 inches of cock, he was running his wet fingers over it.
“Suck my cock,” I told him.

He closed his eyes as he guided my phallus into his mouth. He took as much in as he could eagerly moving back and forth, still working the length with his hand. I pushing his head down a little further than was comfortable and his eyes snapped open. It was more surprise than discomfort but it spurred him on to suck me harder and faster. I began to pump my hips in time to his movements and he began to moan around my cock. I pulled back, removing myself from him.
“Stand up, get against the counter,” I commanded.

In a flash he was standing with his legs spread wide to lower himself to my level. I reached into the drawer, extracting the lubricant. I squeezed a fair amount into my hand and lubed my tool. While I stroked my slick hardness he watched me in the mirror. He was holding his breath again when I plopped a big drop of the lube on his crack. He immediately reached back and spread for me. I used the head to move the lube up and down between his cheeks. When I was sure he was ready I reached for his collar, only to remember when I encountered bare flesh that he wasn’t wearing it. I settled for a hand on his shoulder while I slowly pushed into him. He grunted a little as I slid further in, stopping to allow him time to adjust. Inch by glorious inch I took him, filling his ass, until our bodies were pressed tightly together. I kissed the middle of his back and he moaned so very softly. I began to pull out of him until only the head was still inside, then just as slowly I pushed back in. Over and over I slowly, deliciously I fucked him. He began to push back urging me to quicken my pace. I didn’t, not until he was growling and throwing himself back against me begging me to fuck him faster and harder. As I quickened my movements I reached around his hip to stroke his cock. I tilted my hips so my thrusts were pushing him up on his toes a little as I worked his inches in my hand. I was slamming into him, his hand moving to my hip pulling me hard against him. Harder and faster. I felt it, that stir, I bit my lip as the electric tingle started to grow in my very hungry sex.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I panted.
Harder and faster.
“Please, Mistress, cum for me,” he said.
Harder and faster.

My hand closed tighter on his slick cock. I felt the waves of pleasure begin to crash over me. I called out, pulled out of the scene for a moment, I called his name. I heard him tell me he was cumming I felt the warmness spill onto my hand, heard those shuttering breaths. He leaned on his elbows on the counter.

“I’m sorry Mistress,” he said. “I didn’t ask before I came.” He looked genuinely upset. “Please, I’m sorry.”

I smacked his ass lightly as I withdrew from him. “I’ll overlook it this once.” I smiled at him.
“Mistress,” he said sheepishly.
“What?”
“What did I do that was naughty?”
“You didn’t make the coffee this morning.”

I’ve always admired a shapely calf and ankle. I can’t remember why. Personal aesthetics, I imagine. Then again, my concept of beauty was a little different to most. But I still enjoyed the simple things in life. Like calves and ankles.
I returned to the car and opened Kelly’s door, holding out my hand for her to take. As she stepped out, blushing and trying to cover her crotch, in one move I spun her around on her feet, facing away from me. Her hands covered mine as I grasped her full breasts in them, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. I breathed hotly in her ear.

"Want to have some fun, Kelly?"

She melted to my touch and moaned, pressing her ass back against my crotch. "Mmmmm, yeah."

I pinched her nipples gently, then tighter, then tighter still. I swirled my tongue around her ear, whispering, "I want to see how much you trust me."

"O… Okay," she said, breathing hard. Her hands left mine, reaching back to hold my hips so she could grind against me more firmly.
With one hand I reached up and grabbed the back of her hair, twisting her face toward me and kissing her hard. Before she had a chance to enjoy it, I pulled her mouth from mine. “You do trust me, Kelly. Don’t you?”

“Y… Yes,” she gasped.

“Stand still,” I said, stepping back from her and letting go of her nipples. She hung her head as she held the table and her chest heaved. From my pocket I produced a blindfold, dropping it over her eyes and tying it behind her head. The muscles in her jaw clenched as I blocked out her sight.

"Be still. Trust me. It's much more fun this way." I stroked her body and kissed her neck and she started to relax. Taking her by the elbow, I led my stumbling captive to the closest picnic table. I told her to put her hands flat on the tabletop while she kneeled on the bench facing it. Her upper body was at forty-five degrees to the top of the table, presenting her full ass delightfully. I was sure she thought I was going to fuck her. She even pushed her ass up and back, her short skirt swaying in the warm breeze. Gently massaging her shoulder, I said, "If you take your hands from the table, we leave. Do you understand?"

She nodded and checked the blindfold, then curled her fingers into the gaps in the wood to hold on.

"I want to call you a good girl,” I said, tugging gently on her skirt as if fixing it. “But I don’t think you deserve it. Do you?”

“Y… You’re scaring me.”

I chuckled. “I’m not sure why, all I did was ask a question.”

“Before… you told m… me what to do.”

“Don’t you like being told what to do?”

“I… I’m not sure…”

“Okay,” I said, sliding my fingers into her hair and tightening, gradually bending back her neck. Her mouth opened and she gasped. “How about I take you back to the store and I’ll sit in my car and you can come out all over again. You can do anything you want and I won’t do or say anything. Is that what you’d prefer? What would you do? How would you please me? Tell me, you little smart ass.”

“I… I don’t know.” Her ass cheeks were trembling right through her skirt. I thought it was so cute. “I’d… I’d say something… I’d um… I’d make you want me…”

“WHAT would you say?” I insisted, caressing her ass. Beneath her skirt she was wearing a thong. I traced it with my fingertip and smiled, leaning into her ear. “Really. I’m interested to hear. Come on, Kelly. Tell me. You can tell me. What would you say?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“But you’re so worldly and experienced. Surely you’d know what turns me on,” I said, gently biting her ear, reaching under her skirt and running a fingernail down the length of her panty-clad pussy. “I bet you know exactly how to please me.”

She shuddered and shifted her knees, spreading her legs a little wider. She was getting hot. “I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want…”

I grabbed her by the pussy. “What do I want, Kelly?”

“Oooh!” she gasped, taken by surprise. “I… I don’t know… Oooooh!”

“You don’t know much, do you, fucktoy?”

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Don’t call me that.”

Smack!

“Fuck!” she cried, stiffening.

“You’re a fucktoy. A naughty little fucktoy. You left work with a virtual stranger to be fucked, didn’t you?”

Smack!

“Ow! Yes. God, yes. I did.”

“You’re a fucktoy, say it!”

“I… I…”

SMACK!

“Ah! I… I’m a fucktoy.”

“That’s better.”

I dragged her skirt over her hips and down her smooth thighs, exposing her smooth, tan-lined ass. She’d barely drawn a startled breath before I’d lifted each of her knees and drawn her skirt from her legs. With one hand in the middle of her back, I took hold of her thong and ripped the flimsy garment from her body. Kelly squealed, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the table tightly. I sniffed the tattered remains, noting they were completely soaked through. “I asked you a question.”

"Please, I don't know if I want-"

Ah, ‘second thoughts’. What fun.

"Don't lie to me, you little slut."

"But-"

Angrily I held the back of her head with one hand and smeared her drenched panties over her mouth with the other. “Feel how wet these are? Your fucking pussy is soaked. You’re loving this.”

“Ewww!” she complained, struggling to hide her face from the offensive garment, an errant hand reaching up to bat it away. That's disg-"

SMACK!!!

"OOWWWWWW!!!!"

Desperately Kelly’s hand shot back to its former grip on the table, her buttocks and thighs quivering from my substantial blow. A red imprint formed on her pink flesh as she whined attractively. After a minute, her delicious half-hearted objections couldn’t be sustained, leaving only the sound of her hoarse breathing and the quietly bubbling stream. I swear I could see her pussy throbbing.

Finally I spoke.

"No more chances. Don’t move your hands.”

She sniffled and took a deep breath. “I… I won’t.”

“Don't lie to me.”

“I won’t move them, I’ll… I’ll be good.” She reset her feet on the ground.

I smiled. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“I just… I just want to be good.”

Smack!

“Owww!”

"Being good means doing as you’re told. That’s all you have to think about. Leave everything else to me and I’ll take you places you never imagined going,” I said, sliding my fingers back into her hair. “Now don’t move your fucking face." Again I swabbed the fabric back and forth across her lips and under her nose. This time she stayed still. "Feel that, fucktoy?"

She shuddered. "Y… Yes."

"You have a very wet cunt. Do I make your cunt wet, Kelly?" With my other hand, I reached down, caressing her ass and between her legs as she trembled with growing need.

"Yes," she whispered, breathing deeply.

"Even though I’m being rough with you?" I asked, sliding two fingers into her steaming pussy. There was no need to answer, but she did anyway.

"Yesss…"

"You know you can trust me, don’t you?"

She hesitated and I whipped my fingers out of her.

Slap!

"YES!" she shouted. “Oh, God. Yes, you bastard.”

I grabbed her by the hair and bent back her neck. “Call me names again and you’ll get ten swats.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

"Since you have suddenly forgotten your manners, you can call me ‘Sir’, you smart-mouthed dirty little fuck.” I pinched her between her asshole and her cunt.

"Oohhh… I’m sorry, S… Sir."

I let go of her wet flesh and sucked my fingers while I continued to hold her hair in my other hand. "I think you’re trying to provoke me."

"Nooo," she whimpered.

SLAP!

“No, what?”

"No, Sir!"

"Why else is your cunt wet?"

“I… I…”

“You keep saying no and your pussy is dripping down your legs. Tell me why.”

Her breathing was short and shallow and she was shaking all over. "B… Because I want you to fuck me, S… Sir."

"You have a dirty mouth, don't you?"

"Y… Yes."

"Foul-mouthed dirty little slut, aren't you?" I teased, caressing her ass.

"Yesss."

SLAP!!!

"Yes, Sir!"

"Open your mouth, slut." She stamped her foot as I pushed her wet and tattered thong into her mouth. There was a bit of fabric hanging out of the side. Combined with the blindfold, I thought it looked adorable, so I left it. "There's something ironic about a slut with her wet panties in her mouth," I said as she moaned pitifully. I turned to my bag and decided to have some fun. "Don't move."

Her chest was heaving and she was breathing hard through her nose.

I tore off a length of two-inch wide electrical tape and stuck it on the edge of the table. After placing a leather paddle, a brand new flogger, and a six-inch vibrator within reach, I turned my attention back to Kelly. I took a good handful of her long hair and twisted her face to mine. She moaned softly, completely oblivious.

"Trust me?"

She nodded uncertainly. The fingers of my free hand found the pointed, hard nipple of her left breast and pinched it through her blouse and bra. She gasped through her nose as I ripped her blouse down the middle, buttons flying. Her large breasts shook in their lacy powder-blue bra. A droplet of sweat trickled between them.

"Are you sure you trust me?"

"Nggggggg," she moaned, nodding blindly as I sat on the table almost in front of her.

Curling my fingers over the top edges of her bra, I slowly pulled the cups down. Her nipples bent then popped clear, standing proudly. They were very hard, like little coral pink marbles on creamy skin, highlighted by dark tan lines. She yelped as I took hold of them to pull her breasts up and out of the bra cups. It was a pleasing look.

I smiled. She had such dainty and perky little nipples on such large and beautiful breasts. I could see myself having hours of fun with them. But not now. Instead I picked up the length of electrical tape and sealed her mouth with it. No good being interrupted by a bunch of hicks trying to save a damsel in distress. She whimpered in protest but her hands never left the table.

Time to explain the ground rules.

"Since you can't speak, and you can't see, if I do anything you are too weak to take, you will slap your hand on the table three times, or stamp your foot on the ground three times. At that point I will stop what I’m doing and ask if you are giving up. If you again slap the tabletop or stamp the ground three times, we will pack up and I'll take you home. Do you understand?"

She hesitated, shaking like a leaf.

”I am not going to fuck around with you, Kelly. You behaved like a naughty little tease and you deserve to be well spanked. Nod if I’m right.”

She nodded and I reached between her legs, caressing her pussy as I continued. “You are going to take your punishment, because you know you deserve it. Right?”

She nodded again, this time immediately.

“When you are punished to my satisfaction, I am going to fuck the ass off you. But only good girls deserve to get their asses fucked off. Have you been a good girl?"

She groaned and shook her head.

I pushed two fingers back into her pussy. She was so hot and slick. And the girl had grip. "Mmmmmm,” I intoned softly, conveying my approval. “That's right. You don't deserve to get fucked until you’ve earned it by pleasing me and taking your punishment. Do you understand and agree, Kelly?"

She nodded twice, the air whistling through her nose.

"Good girl. Come. Lay forward on the table." I helped her to her feet and guided her around to the end of the table and pressed my hand into the middle of her back. “Lay your chest on the table with your legs straight, ass nice and high.” I urged. Awkwardly she did so, blindly lowering herself to the table and wrapping her fingers around the edge of it.

She had such a nice ass. I ran my hand over her it and she murmured a soft moan.

"I don't suppose you’ve ever been spanked, Kelly,” I said, reaching for the leather paddle. “But if you have, it won't have been anything like this."

Pap. Pap. Pap.

I laid three light strokes on her right cheek to get the feel of the paddle. She would have barely felt it, but her knees almost buckled from fright.

"That was nothing, Kelly. Nothing. And look how wet you are, you little cock tease." I switched hands with the paddle and cupped her pussy in my palm, lifting her off the ground. For a few seconds her legs dangling limply while she whined. When I set her back down, I kicked her feet apart. "Spread your legs and keep them straight."

I ran my fingers through her pussy and it opened like a wet flower.

Moving to my haunches behind her, I admired her pretty cunt, shiny and slick with her juices. I reached for the vibrator and without turning it on, pressed it into her centre. She was tight but it slid home and she sucked air through her nostrils and shuddered. I turned it on and she immediately started shaking like she was going to cum.

I switched it off.

"Bring your hand down here." Her right hand let go of the edge of the table and she slid it under herself. I guided it to the end of the vibrator. "Just hold it in. Don't turn it on until I tell you."

She moaned her assent.

"I’m going to spank you now. Are you ready?"

She nodded vigorously. I think she just wanted it over. She had a lot to learn.

Standing again, with a hand on her back, I leaned on her and held her firmly in place. She wasn’t going anywhere. I raised the paddle to shoulder height and crashed it down on her ass!

WHAP!!!

"NNNGGGGGGGGG!!!" she protested, immediately hitting the table three times.

I sighed. Novices could be such a pain. It was time to make use of her spirit. "Is that it? Is that all you can take? I knew this was a mistake. You’re just a baby, aren’t you? I suppose you’re going to go cry to momma too."

She steadied her legs and straightened them.

I smiled. "Wanna go home, you weak little shit?"

She slapped her hand around the edge of the table and gripped for dear life, shaking her head hard. She even pushed out her ass, the determined little slut. I reached up and took a handful of her lustrous hair tightly, turning her head away from me and pushing down, forcing her cheek against the table. “Grit your fucking teeth and take it. You’ll live.”

WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!

"Dirty little slut!"

I worked each cheek, three spanks on each.

WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!

WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!

WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!

Both of her ass cheeks were suddenly rosy. Her muffled squealing had been constant from the first spank.

WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!

WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!

I stopped for a breather, putting down the paddle and reaching between her legs. I smiled. She was on fire. Her fingers and the vibrator were covered in her juices. Her knees buckled and she started grinding against her wrist as I finished my investigations, wiping my fingers on her ass.

"I said to keep your legs straight. You just earned an extra ten."

Her forlorn protest went unheard as I picked up the paddle again.

WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!

WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!

Her ass was bright red and I was starting to work up a sweat while Kelly moaned pitifully, dancing on her toes seeking relief. “Don’t go anywhere.”

I chuckled and I stepped back to admire my handiwork, pulling my t-shirt over my head and tossing it on the picnic table by her skirt.

"Turn this fucking thing on," I said, touching the vibrator between her legs. Her reaction was instantaneous. She started trembling again and I moved back into position. “Ten to go. Then we’ll try something else.”

WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!

WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!

"NnnggggggggGGGGGGGGGG!!!!" Kelly’s muffled cry announced her stifled, explosive orgasm. She went stiff as a board, then shuddered again and again with cute little pauses in between. It was a joy to witness.

As she calmed down, I said, "Keep that thing deep in your cunt. I’m going to flog you now."

She stretched to get comfortable, planting her feet in a show of defiance. I was pleased. Her ass looked so good. I wanted to fuck it badly. Adjusting my thick cock in my pants, I decided it could wait a little longer.

This little fucktoy needed the works.

Slipping the paddle back into my bag, I picked up the flogger and swung it through the air a couple of times, following my usual ritual. This was a brand new flogger and the suede leathers were a little longer than my usual. I had to avoid wrapping the tails around her flanks. Her ass was glowing so there was no need to flog it. Fuck it. Maybe a couple. To be frank, I just wanted to whip the little slut. So that's what I did after grabbing her hair again.

Fwapp!!!

I aimed across the middle of her back and began slowly, watching the tails carefully and finding my range. I wasn't swinging hard but I have to say I was surprised she didn't flinch. I worked down to the top of her ass then did a u-turn and worked my way back up to just below her shoulder blades.

Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!!

Down then back up again, slowly increasing in intensity as my confidence grew.

Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!!

Up and down I worked, up and down, harder and steadily harder. I was striking her sweetly. Flogging is a matter of timing, weight and technique. There are a number of different ways one can go about it, but whatever I did, she appeared to be taking it in her stride. Another series of shudders and muffled moans burst from somewhere within her mind and body. But it didn't even slow me down.

Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!!

Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!! Fwapp!!!

We were both dripping sweat and she looked like she was almost ready. I certainly was. I stopped for a moment and walked around to the opposite side of the table. At this angle I could flog her ass from ‘above’, but what I wanted was those full lips stretched around my cock.

Climbing onto the table, I took hold of the hair above her blindfold and lifted up her head. I picked at the edge of the tape and took hold of it, ripping it free. She moaned pitifully and it was like music to my ears. I took the end of her panties that still poked from her mouth and pulled them slowly out. A load of drool dripped down over her lips and she moaned, breathing hard. What was left of her panties was soaked with saliva and I rubbed them all over her face before throwing them over my shoulder.

She drew huge breaths as I caressed her cheek. “Filthy little fucking tramp.”

Undoing my jeans, I decided my cock was about to go down her throat. Which may or may not have been a good idea, but I was interested in finding out. While holding up her head with one hand, I pushed my cock between her lips. She seemed quite pleased to have my cock in her mouth. I held her nose closed and after a few gasping breaths, she began sucking ravenously. Taking her completely by surprise, I obliged her by sliding straight down her throat.

Laying crosswise over the picnic table, she was at the perfect height and angle. My fist tightened in her hair and I fucked into her neck, releasing her nose and grabbing another fistful of hair.

I was expecting ‘SLAP, SLAP, SLAP,’ on the table right away. It never came. But Kelly did. She started a rolling series of orgasms with my cock right down her tight, sweet throat. I am no fool. I pulled out straight away and got to work with the flogger while she was still shaking. I flogged her ass while she shuddered and moaned maniacally, and I didn't care if the ends hit her cunt or asshole. Served the teasing bitch right. Well, that’s not quite true. I’d eased off on the force. I am a kind man after all.

Fwapp! Fwapp! Fwapp! Fwapp!

"OOoooooo Godddddd!!!!"

Fwapp! Fwapp! Fwapp! Fwapp!

As soon as she’d sufficiently recovered I pushed back into her mouth and right down her throat again. She choked and gagged if I was balls-deep for too long. I slid slowly back and she sucked air through her nose and moaned. I chuckled before pushing back in over her tongue and down her lovely tight, wet, bumpy throat. In and out, listening to her suck air and back in and out again. In no time at all the tingles started behind my balls and my toes were curling.

I whipped my cock from her mouth and wrapped my fist around it. I then started to cock-slap her hard. One cheek then the other. Her mouth stayed open, her tongue chasing my cock.

"You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?” She sucked harder as if to prove it. “Pull that fucking vibrator out and give it to me."

She shifted and groaned, producing the buzzing toy and holding it out for me to take.

"You don't expect me to handle that do you, you filthy little slut? You should see it. Oh, that’s right. You can’t, can you? Turn it off and clean it in your mouth first, then give it to me.”

I watched astounded as pushed the whole toy into throat and sucked as she withdrew it. My cock throbbed at the sight. I brushed away her guiding hand and took the vibrator, placing it on the table nearby. She licked her lips in the fading light.

It was time to take my pleasure.

"Turn over on your back, Kelly. It's time to get fucked."

She turned around, protesting as her hot ass touched the table before gingerly lying down. I spread her legs and lifted them over my shoulders by her ankles. I put the vibrator back in her hand and told her to hold it against her clit.

Positioned my cock at her glistening entrance, I slid slowly into her, grinding my teeth. I watched as inch after inch of my cock disappeared into her body. When I ground against her cervix she started to tremble.

Then she went fucking wild. I had to hold onto her breasts as I started driving into her with deep thrusts. Her cunt was quite amazing; gripping tight and spasming as I thrust myself in and out of her. Cum started to boil in my balls and I almost forgot my plan. She was so tight and so wet. Heavenly.

Then she screamed, pulling me back from the brink.

I hadn’t realised I was twisting her nipples so tightly as I fucked her. My eyes popped open and I watched her as a monumental orgasm brewed. I stopped thrusting and she lunged back at me urgently, her heaving chest and hard red nipples thrown side to side atop her tremendous breasts.

"Don't stop!” she cried. “Please don't stop… PLEASE!!!"

"Shut up and fuck yourself you little slut,” I said, sliding my throbbing cock from her. “Use the vibrator," I said, putting it in her hand.

Immediately she slid it home, fucking it hard.

"Slap your clit."

Slap.

"Over and over."

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Fuck yourself harder," I said, lifting her legs over my shoulders again.

“Oh, God!”

"You can cum all you want, Kelly."

Her belly heaved and her ass lifted off the table as I brought my steel-hard cock into position. I pressed down on her hip and pushed my slick cock straight up her ass.

"NOOoooooooooo!" she screamed as I held her down.

Impaling her over and over and over, I fucked my way deep into her tight ass. All the while, sweet little Kelly the Cocktease kept slapping her clit and shoving that buzzing vibrator faster and faster into her pussy. I had to hold her tightly to keep from losing my rhythm with her. The tingles had returned and I felt like I was heading for oblivion. Reaching up, I yanked the blindfold off her face and the sight that met my eyes put me over the top.

Her hair was matted across her brow with sweat and her makeup was a mess. A determined, almost angry look was etched on her face. “Fuck me,” she demanded. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me in the ass. Fuck, fuck, fuck…"

I gripped her around her thighs and pumped my cock in and out of her as hard as I could, my thighs slapping against her burning ass.

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

My balls exploded and cum rushed up my cock.

"AaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Slamming deeply into her, I held myself there and spasmed again and again. Jet after thick jet of hot cum filled her grasping ass as she slapped her clit harder and harder.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and she stiffened, crying out as a massive orgasm threatened. Dropping her legs, I slid out and took a step backward to watch. I shook my head slowly as she spread herself obscenely.

"Oooooooooh, Goddddddd fuuckkkkkkkkk," she screamed, writhing on the table as she held the vibrator deep and wailed on her clit.

“Harder!”

“Yes! Yes!” she squealed, reaching nirvana. “AAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

What followed had me mesmerised as Kelly didn’t let up, rather fucking herself right through the orgasm, her whole crotch red and wet with juices and sweat from knees to hipbones. It’d be a long time before she’d forget this day.

Her eyes were closed as she rubbed her clit comfortingly and continued sliding the vibrating toy slowly in and out of herself. She wasn’t the only one who had memories they would cherish for years to come.

She started to shudder again and I slapped away her hands, pulling the dripping toy from her pussy.

“Nooooo, so closeeee,” she complained pitifully, her body wracked by unfulfilled trembles.

“Enough, fucktoy,” I said softly. “Relax.”

I let her lie on the table for a minute, catching her breath as I sat beside her and cleaned myself up with her skirt. Her breasts were amazing and I tweaked her nipples. “Mmmmm,” she moaned softly, unable to move a muscle.

Tossing her skirt at her, I said, “Come on. It’s time to get going."

She struggled to get up, sitting and wincing at her sore ass. She looked down at her ripped blouse and the soiled skirt in her hands. She looked at me. “I can't go home like this…”

"Who said anything about going home?"

"Huh?"

"Make yourself presentable, Kelly. You have a long night ahead of you."

Sniffling, she stood and pulled on her messed up skirt, straightening her blouse as best she could as I threw my bag into the car and grabbed my cell phone from the console. I rang home as I walked back to my novice little slut.

"I’m all finished here,” I said to my wife when she answered, my eyes drilling into Kelly’s. “Yes, I’m on my way... About twenty minutes... Oh, and pet?"

Watching Kelly blush furiously, I smiled.

“I have that surprise for you...”

Michelle’s tooth was killing her. She thought it was the wisdom tooth but wasn’t sure- all she knew was her damn tooth hurt and if it didn’t stop she was going to hurt someone. She had just had a play session go bad because of the ache. She was just coming forward swinging the whip when a blinding pain struck her gum, and she got the sub’s upper arm instead of his back. His yowl of pain quickly brought her around, and she quickly apologized. She did not use any more whips, floggers, or canes for that session and the incident was quickly forgotten in the sub’s mind, but not hers.

She canceled the rest of her play dates and quickly looked up a dentist. Oral fixation was the name and it leaped out at her immediately. Dr. Isaac Yank was listed as the dentist and the irony wasn’t lost on her. She called and made the appointment for the following day. She couldn’t afford to cancel any more clients. She showed up promptly at the appointed time still grimacing through the pain. Walking in the building she was dismayed and delighted at the garish decorations. The place had pictures of old dentists torturing poor souls and the old instruments of torture littered the room in small glass cabinets. Huge drills and wicked looking picks. She wondered how he even did a business but looking around she quickly realized he filled a unique niche. His clients looked mostly like Goth punks. There were a few more respectable looking people there, but most like her were dressed all in black or leather.

She signed in and had to grin at the receptionist wearing a skin tight black low cut dress and high heeled shoes. She’d make a tasty sub, she thought sitting back down, and shaking her head at the thought. This was like a scene out of the Twilight Zone and she thought she even heard some screams coming from further in the building but no one in the room batted an eye so she must have been imagining it. All too soon the tasty receptionist was calling her name and leading her down a hall. Even though she was admiring the swaying ass in front of her she noticed that there were no bright cheerful hallways like most doctors office; instead the hallway and the few rooms that were left open were dark and dim with muted lighting. Nothing like a dentists office that she could see. She was led to a room, and her eyes widened when she looked in. The dentist chair if could be called that was a blazing dark red vinyl affair with actual tie downs for the arms, legs, and middle. She started wondering what she was doing there, and was about to turn around when the dentist arrived. He was wearing the regulation white coat, and black pants, but there the similarities stopped. The bottom of his face was covered in a green half mask and he had long green gloves all the way past his elbows. He looked like a mad scientist with his glasses and spiky hair to top the picture off. She turned ready to leave but one of those cute Gothic nurses was standing behind her blocking the door.

“Ummm I think I’ll need to reschedule,” Michelle said. “I have an appointment I forgot.”

“This will only take a short time my dear, why don’t you sit down?” the dentist said patting the chair.

When she turned back around the nurse had already shut the door and came toward her hustling her toward the chair. Next think she knew she was not only laying back in the chair but the nurse had quickly and efficiently strapped her in with those many straps so she couldn’t leave if she wanted to. Even while her mind was starting to panic she still had time to think how useful a chair like this would be. Next the nurse had fitted her head with a ring gag effectively keeping her mouth open for the dentist who was approaching with a wicked looking sharp little metal pick in hand.

“Don’t worry dear this won’t hurt…much.”

She swore he wore a sadistic grin beneath his mask. Even as he started poking and prodding in her mouth she felt fingers on her skin under her shirt. Her eyes widened in surprise as she glanced down to see the nurse running her fingers up and down her stomach.

The nurse looked at her and winked; leaning down to whisper, “You want more?”

Trying desperately to swallow the saliva pooling in her throat Michelle mutely nodded yes. Soon she forgot all about what the dentist was doing as the sweet little nurse moved her hands up higher encircling her nipple and stroking gently. Pushing her shirt and bra out of the way she leaned over and took Michelle’s nipple in her mouth and started sucking making Michelle almost come up out of the chair with surprise. The dentist calmly pushed her head back down and continued working in her mouth with his evil instrument tray but she had no thoughts on him at all as the Gothic little beauty stroked and sucked her turgid nipples making her body sing with pleasure and desire.

Leaning back up the nurse whispered in her ear, “You want relief love?”

Once again Michelle mutely nodded know knowing oh so well how her sub’s felt. She heard her zipper going down and was so glad she had no underwear on. She felt fingers rubbing her wet pussy and moaned in ecstasy. Two fingers slid deep in her wet snatch making her thrash a bit in the chair trying to get them deeper.

All of a sudden the fingers were removed as the dentist said, “All done my dear. You had a wisdom tooth that needed removing.”

He stood there holding her tooth out for inspection and she just stood dumbfounded not having even felt it go.

“I’m assuming you’re not quite ready to leave yet?” he asked her.

She mutely shook her head. Quickly releasing the gag he removed it.

“Now what do we say?” he asked her.

“No Sir,” she quickly replied.

“Good girl,” he said patting her head.

The nurse had released the straps and helped her up. She almost cried thinking she was being dismissed.

“Strip,” the dentist ordered removing his mask so he could see the cruel turn of his mouth.

She quickly complied, needing the release that was promised.

“I have a few more patients, but it’s almost lunch time and you my dear I think will be worth skipping lunch for. I will be back shortly.” With that he walked out shutting the door behind him leaving her with the nurse.

The nurse grabbed her hair and yanked her head back painfully. “You want this don’t you?”

“Yes Ma’am,” she quickly agreed, wondering what on earth had got in to her.

“Good because I like you as well and look forward to playing with you.”

The nurse led her across the room by her hair to where a black curtain covered part of the wall. Yanking back the curtain Michelle saw the shackles attached to the wall.

“You sure you want this?” The nurse asked her voice once more caressing her ear.

Michelle’s juices were flowing and her heartbeat accelerated at the nurse’s closeness.

“Yes Ma’am,” she whispered.

Quickly she was manacled her arms outspread as well as her legs. She was spread-eagled against the wall feeling vulnerable and open.

“You want this and need it don’t you?” The Gothic vixen asked her.

“Yes Ma’am,” she replied feeling lowly as she thought of the many that had said those same words to her.

“Good I know you’re wet and needy but we want to spend some time with you and I have to go help Dr. Yank; we will be with you shortly but I don’t want you to be lonely.”

Saying this she reached into a drawer and pulled out a small bullet and a remote. Leaning over she sucked Michelle’s nipple into her mouth making her grasp with pleasure as the small vibe was shoved deep in her pussy.

“I don’t want you to forget about us while we are working so I’ll remind you now and then.”

Turning she left the room laughing softly as she turned the dial making the vibe hum quietly as Michelle thrashed in her restraints. Throughout the next hour Michelle went from slumping in exhaustion to moaning mindlessly as her clit was stimulated over and over from the vibe. She was a mindless wreck willing to do anything for relieve when the door was finally opened again and the dentist and his assistant came back in.

“You are Mistress Michelle are you not?” Dr. Yank asked without preamble.

She looked at him wondering where he got his information. The nurse quickly turned the dial on the vibe on high making her thrash in her restraints. Turning it off again they stared waiting.

“Yes Sir,” she sobbed wondering what she had got herself into.

“Ah, thought so,” he said smiling. “Some of my patients are clients of yours and they’ve raved about your methods. We do not play with our patients but my assistant and wife Amanda recognized you when you came in. She had seen your website and admired you.”

Michelle just waited not sure what they wanted her to say or do.

“You may call me Master Isaac.”

“Thank you Sir,” Michelle responded as she knew she’d have her subs respond.

“Now no more talking and we will take care of your little problem,” he said tweaking her nipple cruelly between his fingers making her flinch.

Going to a closet Amanda returned with a duffel bag opening it up Michelle saw it was overflowing with crops, floggers, whips, and other toys. Pulling out a set of wicked butterfly clamps he placed them on her turgid nipples making her moan loudly. She felt the cruel clamps biting into her skin. They had a chain attached to them that he pulled making her nipples throb with wicked delight. Amanda, the delicious looking little Goth nurse that looked way to young to be the dentist’s wife, had backed up and slowly started removing her clothes. Michelle watched, her juices leaking down her inner thigh as the wicked woman set the vibe on high and set the control aside to continue her strip tease the whole while Master Isaac kept up his pulling on the nipple chain and reaching down he grabbed a flogger and flogged her wet dripping throbbing vibrating snatch. Her body was inflamed with need and desire and these two fed that fire. Coming forward the little Goth vixen knelt before her husband naked and put her head on his foot. He reached down and placed his hand on her head.

“You want her don’t you?” He asked Michelle.

“Yes Sir,” she responded lowering her eyes from his knowing ones.

Backing up a bit Master Isaac lowered his pants. His huge throbbing penis bursting skyward as she stared transfixed. Amanda quickly licked the tip and slid her mouth around it sucking avidly as Michelle watched her clit still being ravaged by the vibe and her nipples tingling from the wicked little clamps. As she heard the sucking sounds and Master Isaac making small moaning sounds as he grabbed his wife’s head and forced her deeper she grew wet and thrust her mound helplessly against the wall thrashing against the vibe inside. When Master Isaac groaned shooting his wife/sub deep in her throat Michelle almost came off the wall at the sight as she also came hard and forcefully bucking in her restraints her harsh cries sounding loud in the room. Master Isaac came over and stroked her cheek.

“Good girl,” he told her as reaching down he pulled out the still madly vibrating toy from her soaking wet snatch.

He quickly unhooked the cuffs and helped her down where she quickly knelt at his feet by Amanda. He stood before her uncaring his pants where still down and she was drooling at the sight.

“You want and need this don’t you girl,” he told her lifting her chin with his hand so she had to look at him.

“Yes Sir,” she shyly said through the lump in her throat.

“You were right once again girl as always,” he said to Amanda stroking her hair.

She purred happily. He came around and stroked Amanda as well reaching under her to release the clamps and stroke her stinging breasts with his big hard hands.

“We have been looking for a playmate and you would be perfect. Does this interest you?” he asked as he leaned behind her fondling her breast she could feel his hard turgid length growing against her thigh.

“Yes Sir,” she moaned as she thrust back mindlessly against him.

“Good girl,” he said as he grabbed her hair yanking it back just as he thrust into her ass hard.

She screamed but it was quickly cut off as Amanda thrust her tongue deep in her mouth stealing her breath in a deep wet kiss. Amanda slid down between her legs as Master Isaac spread them further pounding into her. Michelle moaned and almost fell when Amanda’s wicked little tongue started sucking and licking her clit. She felt like she was a part of something bigger then herself, and she was just a small part of it almost infinitesimal. She never felt the need to please before, and was fascinated even as she groveled and begged mindlessly for more. She came gushing filling Amanda’s mouth with her spicy juices when she bit her clit while sucking it hard seconds later Master Isaac came with a loud drawn out howl emptying his seed deep in her backside. They all collapsed to the floor and cuddled each other stroking and sucking while they recovered their breath. Master Isaac and Amanda both petted and praised Michelle while she blushed and kept her eyes lowered.

All too soon Master Isaac said, “Sorry pet we must get back to work.”

They got dressed silently as Michelle contemplated going back to her life with fawning men and woman where she held the whip and they obeyed. Some reason this thought doesn’t bring the glow of pleasure it usually did.

As she turned to go Master Isaac stopped her, lifting her chin to look into her eyes; while Amanda hugged her from behind resting her head on her back. “Don’t think you’re getting away that easy my pet.” He pulled out a card and gave it to her.

She looked down it had his office phone, cell phone, fax number, and home phone all listed.

“Give me yours pet,” he told her holding out his hand.

She dug through her purse and pulled out her card handing it to him. He smiled reading, “Mistress Michelle, fulfiller of all your fantasies. Punishments are my specialty. Bad boys come kneel and worship.” Her cell phone, and house number was there as well is her email address.

“Why don’t you come to dinner tomorrow night?” Amanda said her eyes glinting.

The look in Amanda’s eyes made her knees go weak and more wetness pool.

“I’d like that Amanda,” she said smiling happily.

They hugged and kissed before Michelle left dreaming of the next meeting and many more to come. Her toothache and the reason for coming to this strange dentist completely forgetting even though her life was changed forever…

After spending most of the afternoon cleaning the house, I think that its time for me to slip into the Jacuzzi tub. I need to relax and get myself clean and fresh for your arrival home in a few hours. I pull my large t-shirt over my head and slide my thong off; it’s my usual outfit for cleaning days. I slide into the warm water of the tub and turn the jets on; my body relaxes instantly in the warmth of the tub. I lean back stretching my body out and start to think of you, my hands seem to have a mind of their own as they start to softly caress my skin. My fingers tease my nipples into hard nubs making me moan softly; I spread my legs a little further apart and adjust one of the jets so the water teases my pussy. I only wish that you were here right now, your hands and fingers playing with me making me so hot and wet.

My fingers leave my nipples sliding down under water to find my hot pussy, teasing my already hard clit even more bringing me closer to cumming. My moans and pants are increasing in volume as my orgasm is almost about to erupt. You come home early to surprise me and enter the house walking back towards your office which is next to the master suite only to hear the sounds of my pleasure that you know all too well.

I'm totally lost in the sensation of my impending orgasm that I don't realize that you're standing in the doorway to the bathroom watching this scene unfold. My fingers rubbing my clit harder my hips bucking needing to cum so bad, finally pushing my orgasm over the top and I cum loudly. I sink back down into the water my body relaxing more in orgasmic bliss, when the serenity is broken with you startling me by saying, "As hot as that was to watch, My pet, you know that you didn't have My permission to cum and you will have to be punished for that."

I can do nothing except tell you, "Yes Master, I'm sorry. I know that its no excuse but I got caught up in thoughts of you and got carried away. I know that I need to be punished for disobeying you." You tell me to get out of the tub right away and go lay down on the bed face down. I follow your instructions quickly not even drying myself off walking towards the bed with my eyes downcast. I know that I've disappointed you and that almost hurts me more than the punishment I'm about to receive. I position myself on the bed as you've commanded and lay down on my stomach spreading my legs wide for you. I can feel the cool air on my wet pussy, as it’s totally exposed to you with me laying here like this.

You tell me that you're not going to tie me up for my punishment, but if I move at all you will have no choice but to restrain me and I will be punished more for that. "Yes, Master," I say quietly not wanting to anger you anymore. I lay there trying to relax and preparing myself for what’s about to happen, knowing that you are not pleased.

I feel you hands lightly stroking my ass and then a hard smack lands on my left cheek. Then another hard smack on my right cheek, I whimper quietly trying so hard to be good. The smacks rain down on my ass making my skin hot though my body betrays me, as my pussy gets wetter as you spank me. My ass is burning now I don't know how much more I can take it hurts so bad now, but I try to be a good girl and take the punishment I deserve.

I feel two of your fingers enter my dripping pussy your thumb resting my hard clit as you begin to finger fuck me your thumb rubs against my clit. The pleasure you're giving me distracts me from the pain but my body betrays me once more as my hips move involuntarily trying to get your fingers deeper in me. Suddenly you pull your fingers out of my pussy, I feel the bed shift as you lay down on top of me your weight pushing me more into the bed. The denim of your jeans rubs against the tender red skin of my punished ass making me wince. I can feel your hard cock pushing against my ass through your jeans. You whisper in my ear, "Slut, I told you not to move. Now I'm going to have to tie you up and punish you more." I know enough not to even try and apologize or say anything now I don't want to make things worse than they already are.

You roll off me quickly, grabbing one of my wrists and flipping me over onto my back. I wince again as my sore ass hits the bed. You get a hold my other wrist pulling my arms above my head and securing them to the permanently attached wrist cuffs on the headboard. Kissing me gently as you leave moving down to the foot of the bed and standing between my legs, you don't even have to tell me to spread them wide for you as you tie my ankles to each of the posts. You turn around momentarily getting something from your closet and on your return I can see that it’s the flogger that you've gotten. You've used it on me once for pleasure but never for punishment, I'm a little frightened by it but I know that you would never hurt me.

You come to the side of the bed first teasing me with the flogger across my stomach making me relax some, and then the first strike lands across my belly the tails biting into my skin. The next strike lands across my stomach again but much harder making me whimper. My breasts and nipples are your next target the tails striking my hard nipples causing me to moan. You move down to the foot of the bed I can only imagine what’s next as you bring the flogger down again and again between my legs the tails landing on my swollen sensitive pussy and hard clit. My breathing becoming ragged as the difference between pain and pleasure becomes a very fine line.

"Do not cum, slut. This is My pleasure not yours," as you bring the flogger down all over my body the tails leaving little red lines in their path. I don't know how much more I can handle my skin is on fire all over my body, my pussy is soaked and I need to cum badly.

You drop the flogger and get undressed, freeing your rock hard cock crawling up on the bed and entering my drenched pussy in one hard motion making me moan. You start to fuck me hard reminding me again not I'm not allowed to cum. I need to cum so badly and try my best not to, trying to think about anything but your hard cock pounding my sore pussy. "I'm gonna cum, slut," as you fuck me even harder growling as you unload your cum into me.

You release me from my bonds and go get some lotion to rub all over me soothing my tender hot skin as you tell me that you're proud of me for taking my punishment so well. "Thank you Master," I tell you sounding very worn out from my punishment and your hard fuck. You kiss me gently and then tell me, "Hum guess My pet needs some rest now huh? Well pet, I don't want to have to punish you ever again for cumming without my permission so just as a reminder that you disobeyed me you're going to sleep at my feet tonight. Good night pet."

"Good night Master," as I get up to move reluctantly down to your feet as you crawl under the covers and settle in for the night. As you turn out the light, I curl up trying to get comfortable my body sore and my clit throbbing since you didn't allow me to release. As I lay there trying to go to sleep the cool night air makes me shiver keeping you awake, you hand me a blanket. "Thank you Master," I tell you, grateful that you do take care of me even when I'm bad. I wrap myself in the blanket, curl up and finally fall asleep.

I awake the next morning feeling very warm and really comfy still sore from my punishment but not all curled up like I was when I went to sleep. I realize as I fully awaken that I'm not at your feet anymore but laying next you, your arms wrapped around me. Stretching out, I move back against you as I try to figure out how I got here. "Good morning My sweet pet," as you pull me back closer into you.

"Morning Master. How did I get here? Last I remember was going to sleep at your feet last night," I ask.

You explain to me that you woke up a couple of hours after you went to sleep and you saw me all curled up at your feet even though you were very proud of my obedience and submissiveness to you, you couldn't stand that I was sleeping at your feet. Besides that you missed my warmth so you pulled me up next to you without waking me up somehow, took me in your arms and held me close all night and as you fell back to sleep again you thought how lucky you were to have a pet like me.

"Oh Master, well I'm lucky to have a Master like you too," as I roll onto my back gingerly my body still sore from last night. You lean down and kiss me softly, mmmmm. We start to make out gently, tenderly our tongues invading each other’s mouths.

"Mmmm My sweet girl, I just realized that I never allowed to you cum last night. Would you like to?" You whisper in my ear in that sexy voice that makes me wet just hearing it. Of course I tell you yes and our morning playtime starts

If you were to look at the people close to you, how many do you really know?
I tumbled back into bed and woke the next morning with the desire for him stronger than ever. I walked into the bathroom in a daze and stood under the hot spray till it ran cold, all the time in my mind picturing how good he had looked in the silk cami and panties, and just how much I wanted him.

As I towelled off and dressed I made my mind up, married man or not, I had to have him. And judging by last night, he wanted me as well. I dressed quickly, deciding to wear a pale pink satin Basque and thong set, pulling on a pair of cut off denim shorts and a white wrap round sleeveless shirt, pushing my feet into a pair of flip flops, I headed towards the back garden to catch a few rays as I tried to figure how I was going to get closer to him. Pulling on a pair of sunglasses I lay down on the grass listening to the sound of a lawnmower in the distance.

I must have dozed off, for the next thing I knew I was hit by icy cold water. I gasped aloud and looked around to see where it was coming from, it was coming through the hedge, from Tom’s garden.

I yelled out. "Hey what do you think you’re doing?"

The water stopped and all of a sudden this head popped over the fence, it was him, my cunt throbbed with desire. "Shit, sorry, did I get you?"

I glanced down at my clothes, feeling the water trickle between my breasts an down over my legs, the dampness making my tight cut offs even tighter and turning my white shirt almost transparent. "You think? I’m soaked through."

He grinned sheepishly at me. "I’m sorry Elizabeth, what can I do to make it up to you?" The desire evident in his voice.

My breath caught for a fraction of a second, as a thousand and one thoughts raced through my mind; this was my chance now, and I’d be damned if I was going to pass it up. "How about a repeat performance of your little show last night, only this time without having to watch from my window?"

He looked shocked, and in a cracked voice asked, "You, uh, you want to watch me wank?"

I smiled as I thought to myself that would be a start at least. "Yes Tom I want to watch you wank, but not just that I want to watch you dress up in your lingerie before you do."

He gasped and I giggled.

"You mean to tell me you’ve never dressed up for someone before Tom?" I teased. "But you look so hot in your satin panties."

I stepped forwards and opened the small connecting gate between our two gardens, and walked into his garden. I could see the outline of his cock press against the crotch of his jeans.

"Come on now Tom, don’t tell me that you don’t want to, and you said you’d make up for soaking me with that rotten hose."

Just then something struck me. All there was was a trail of water from the end of the hose to the hedge; there were no flower beds, no grass, just wooden decking, seeing the look on my face he must have known what I was thinking.

"I can explain," he started.

I stepped forward wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me, gently biting on his lower lip. "Explain later," I murmured. "First thing’s first, you owe me a show."

He smiled, took me by the hand leading me into his house, and upstairs to his room; he motioned to a chair that was propped in the corner. I made to sit down on it but stopped. I looked at him and started to unbutton my shirt.

"Whaaa, what are you doing?" he sputtered.

I smiled what I thought was my sauciest smile and said, "Well I can’t go leaving all your furniture wet now can I? I’m just gonna get outta these wet clothes, you don’t want me to catch a chill now, do you?"

I pulled the wet cotton from my torso and heard his little whimper of lust as I adjusted the straps of my Basque. Reaching down I popped open the button of my shorts and wriggled out of them pushing the clinging fabric down over my thighs and letting it pool on the floor at my feet; stepping out of the shorts and my shoes I sat back in the chair, my eyes fixed on his the entire time. Arching my back as I sat there, pushing my breasts out towards his gaze, parting my legs slightly I ran my fingers along my damp thigh and let a soft moan escape my parted lips.

"Fuck Elizabeth." His voice was almost a whisper. "What are you trying to do to me?"

I smiled at him and curled my tongue out of the corner of my mouth. "About half of what I am intending on doing to you, now, strip and get your cute butt into those panties."

He stood to face me and began unbuttoning his shirt. I caught a flash of emerald green underneath the shirt; he unfastened his jeans and pushed them down over his legs, toeing off his shoes at the same time, revealing the wonder of what lay underneath; he was wearing a silk teddy, the fine straps slipping off his shoulders and down over his arms, making my fingers itch to caress him.

"Are you sure this is what you what?" he asked as his hand idly stroked his cock through the fabric.

My voice cracked as I spoke. "Do it, wank for me."

As I watched him standing before me, his eyes closed and mouth parted slightly, his thick cock encased in green silk, the muscles in his arm rippling as he worked his cock back and forth, his movements making the silk whisper against his skin. I absently started to caress my stomach, running my fingertips in gentle circles over the pale satin imagining my hands on him. My mouth, teasing and tasting his flesh.

His eyes caught mine. "God Elizabeth, this feels so good, but I want you to touch me, please, I need it."

I stood up from the chair and walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck then down over his hard muscular back, feeling the heat of his skin under my hands, the hardness of his body under the smooth silk, dropping down to my knees, level with the glorious sight of his prick straining against the loose confine of the teddy, pre cum already staining the fabric a few shades darker. I couldn’t resist running the tip of my tongue over that spot, feeling the material soak up the moisture from my mouth. He grasped the back of my head, pushing his hips forwards, silently begging for more. I reached up and slipped the delicate straps of the teddy from his shoulders and arms, letting it fall to the floor at his feet, his cock exposed to my gaze as I ran my fingers up his inner thighs and over the soft fuzz of hair that coated his balls, softly grazing my fingers up over the length of his shaft as I lent forward to capture him in my mouth.

I could feel his cock jerk against my lips as I swallowed him inch by inch, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the salty sweetness of him; he wrapped his fingers in my hair and tried to push his cock further into my mouth. Reaching my hands up I grasped his hips, refusing to let him dictate the pace and determined to relish every moment, dragging my lips back to the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his prick, sucking hard on the head hard once, twice, then pushing his cock into my mouth till his balls rested on my chin. I could feel his legs shake with the effort of trying to stay in control; he tugged my hair harder and pulled his cock from between my lips

"Please," he begged. "I need to fuck you, please Elizabeth, let me fuck you."

Standing up to face him, I moulded my body to him and pressed my lips against his, letting my tongue slide into his mouth and kissing him deeply, he let his hands slide down over my body cupping and squeezing my arse cheeks that were exposed by the thin strap of the thong, pulling me against him so I could feel his erection against my stomach, dropping to his knees, he hooked his thumbs into the elastic of my panties and drew them down my legs, urging me to step out of them he gathered them in his hands and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, a groan escaping from his mouth "Christ you smell good" he let the bundled panties fall to the ground and still kneeling he gently parted my legs and ran his tongue up my inner thigh, the sensation making me gasp and press my hips forwards, moving me back to rest on the chair he pulled me forward till I was on the edge of the seat, leaned forward and softly run his tongue along the length of my slit, teasing it over the hard nub of my clit, making me moan, then without warning pushing his tongue deep inside my cunt, I could feel the muscles of my pussy clench and suck at his tongue as he grasped my hips trying to pull me further onto his mouth, the rough stubble of his chin rasping against the delicate flesh of my pussy, the muscles of my stomach started to convulse and I could feel my thighs start to shake as wave after wave of pleasure washed through my body.

I grabbed his hair and ground my pussy against his face and mouth, guttural cries flying from my mouth as I bucked and writhed underneath him, my pussy flooding his mouth as I came.

My body sagged limply back against the chair as he looked up at me, his mouth covered in my sticky sweetness, I drew him up to face me and kissed him, tasting my pussy on his lips, I moaned and ran my tongue over his lower lip, standing up Tom pulled me to my feet and led me over to the bed, getting me to kneel at the edge, I thought that he was going to fuck me, but he knelt behind me rubbing my sensitive pussy with his hand, dipping his fingers inside, he lent down and ran his tongue down my back and gently started to kiss, suck and bite on the flesh of my buttocks, he started to pump his fingers faster inside me the pad of his thumb rubbing against my clit, then he slid his tongue lower, in between the twin globes of my arse and started to lick on my arsehole, the sensation was so unbelievably naughty that I gasped aloud and pushed back against him, he moaned his approval and started to push his tongue into my hole, jabbing it in and out as if he was trying to fuck my arse with it, his fingers working furiously inside my pussy,

I wanted more, pushing back onto his tongue and grinding my hips against his hand, I could hear the blood pounding in my temples, and cried out as I came again for the second time in a matter of minutes, I collapsed onto the bed, groaning as the pleasure swept over my body.

I felt the pressure on the mattress as he moved onto the bed beside me, running his hands so gently over my body that it was as if he was barely touching me, he moving up my thighs, softly teasing his fingers over my swollen pussy, making me groan and gasp for air, across my hips and up the soft swell of my stomach, his touch on my skin making me shiver with need, his hands ran over my breasts still encased in the soft satin, I arched my back from the bed and groaned with pure lust, bucking my hips gently upwards into thin air, desperately needing him to touch me, lick me, fuck me, I was uncontrollable, trembling with lust.

It was as if he had discovered which buttons to press to make me tick, and was intent on pressing them, over and over again

I reached up and kissed him, running my tongue across his full lips, feeling the rough scrub of his stubble burn against my skin, placing my hands on his shoulders I pushed him softly onto his back onto the bed, straddled his chest, reaching around I unfastened the back of the Basque, then looking down into his deep blue eyes I slowly pushed the straps down over my shoulders, bearing my breasts to him, the pale skin of each taught mound tipped with a large raspberry coloured nipple, I could feel my nipples pearl into harder peaks under his gaze, he groaned and I felt his cock jerk underneath me as he brought his hands up to cup my breasts, his thumbs rubbing across the nipples, making them harder still, drawing a gasp from me, placing a hand on the small of my back Tom made me lean towards him, just enough so he could catch my nipple in his mouth with one slow, hard, suck.

I felt the bolt of lust flashing from my breast to my clit, gently I ground my hips against him, the friction of his hard body under my wet cunt was enough to make me moan, sliding from his grasp I moved lower down over his abdomen till the tip of his prick was against the entrance to my pussy, Tom reached out, grabbing my hips as he thrust his hard, thick cock into me, a groan tearing from each of us simultaneously

I could feel the throb of his prick deep inside me, making my pussy convulse and spasm around his thick shaft, we both stayed joined like that, savouring the feel of each others body.

"God you feel good," Tom murmured as his hands on my hips slowly urged me to move, rocking me back and forth onto him

I parted my lips to speak, but the words were stolen from my mouth as he slid his fingers between our bodies to where we were joined and pinched my clit, I could only swear and moan as he continued to tease my clit, sliding his thick cock in and out of my cunt.

Each time I was close to coming he changed his tact, keeping me on the edge of orgasm, pulling me to the edge of the bed Tom stood and lifted my legs up onto his shoulders, run his hands over my body then grasping my hips hard, pulling me onto him, the sudden change in position meant that he was hitting my G spot with each thrust, I could feel my stomach muscles start to contract and my thighs shake, gasping for air.

"Fuck Tom, don’t stop, please, I’m gonna come."

I cried out, my entire body lifting clear of the bed, as I twisted and bucked beneath him, my pussy clenching around this thick cock,

My words seemed to knock him over the edge, and with an animalistic growl he pulled his throbbing prick from my cunt and came, shooting wads of hot white spunk over my pussy and thighs.

"Jesus girl, the things you make me do,” he said as he fell onto the bed beside me, pulling me up to lay in his arms.

"Mmmm," I murmured in agreement.

Tom turned to face me, and softly began stroking my hair. "You know, I’ve wanted you forever, but I never thought for a moment that you’d be interested in me, especially if you knew about the underwear."

"I’ve wanted you ever since you moved in next door,” I confessed, then after a moment of silence I giggled. "And you looked so hot in your panties, how could I refuse?"

He blushed and said, "There is one thing I have to confess to."

"Oh yeah? What’s that then?" I asked, nervous flutters starting in my abdomen.

"Well, the truth is that I’ve fantasised about you doing this, wanting me like this dressed in my panties, then when I saw you watching me through the window last night I knew that you did want me, even though I am a panty wearing pervert, you got excited watching me Elizabeth didn’t you? It made you want more, didn’t it? But I have to ask, how far are you willing to go?"

I lay there, looking at him for a moment, not quite sure what he had meant.

"It’s true that after your little performance last night, I was hornier than I’ve ever been; the fact that you were dressed like that just turned me on more, but what do you mean how far am I willing to go?"

Tom leant in and pressed his lips gently against mine, teasing the tip of his tongue across my lower lip before gently sucking and nibbling on it.

"I’ve always wanted to be dominated by a woman, by someone as unabashed about their sexuality as me, by you."

I drew a sharp breath as images of Tom, blindfolded and in his lingerie, tied to the bed, moaning as I teased him, Tom knelt on the floor, begging to be allowed to taste my pussy, and although the idea of domination or bondage had never appealed to me before, I could picture myself standing in the centre of the room in vampish underwear and knee high boots.

"You want me to be your, mistress?"

Looking into his eyes I could almost see the same ideas forming in his mind that were forming in my own, so I spoke to him in a way, I’d never spoken to anyone.

"You want to be toyed with don’t you? Sissy"

Tom groaned as the words left my lips, and I could see the desire in his eyes.

"You’re nothing but a panty wearing pervert, isn’t that right?"

His voice cracked as he answered, "Yes."

"Yes? Yes what Tom?" I asked as I sat up on my knees at the end of the bed. "Yes you’re a little panty wearing sissy? Is that what you mean?"

I could see the reaction that my words were having as his cock grew hard, the head tapping against his stomach.

The thought that it was my words, me, which was making him react like this, was an amazing power trip, I could feel my pussy ache for him, my breasts were longing for him to touch, kiss, lick or even suck on them again, it was as if by teasing him, I was teasing myself.

"Yes Miss, I’m just a pervert,” he said as he moved to kneel beside me on the bed.

An idea was forming in my head, there was something that I had always longed to do, and this seemed the perfect opportunity to act on it.

"What should I do with such a dirty pervert Tom?"

Almost instantly he replied, "Punish him Miss."

"I think that you would only enjoy being punished, that said, I need to teach you a lesson."

I paused for a second, desperately wanting to act on my fantasy but somewhat scared that it may be too much, even for him. Then again, I may never have the chance again.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass Tom?"

His cock jerked as I spoke and he groaned with pure lust. "No, but I want to, I want to be fucked in the ass like a little whore."

I smiled, knowing that I had found someone as willing to push the boundaries of normality as me. "Then we have a little shopping trip to go on," I said.

Tom looked confused, "What do you mean?"

"Well," I started, "you and I are going to go shopping for a strap on, I think my little whore should have the privilege of choosing which cock he is going to get fucked with."

He shot me a look of pure lust, reached towards me and wrapping his arms around me he caught my mouth in a kiss, nibbling on my lower lip and pulling me towards him so tightly that I couldn’t have moved away, even if I’d wanted to, he was moaning into my mouth as he kissed me, gently trying to grind his hips against mine, I could feel the heat of his erection prod against my stomach, reaching down between our bodies I wrapped my hand around his cock and softly pumped my wrist up and down, teasing my other hand between the twin globes of his perfect arse, I rubbed a finger against his puckered hole, before slowly pushing it inside.

His body reacted greedily. I felt the muscles clench around my finger, as I sought out his prostate, when I felt the walnut sized swelling under my fingertip I rubbed it hard back and forth, mimicking the movement of my hand on his cock.

Tom cried out, jerking his hips and falling against me, his body clenched around my finger trapping it inside his tight hole, as a jet of cum shot from the head of his thick prick, over my hand and stomach.

Letting go of his cock and bringing my hand to my mouth I licked the cum from my fingers, relishing the salty sticky taste under my tongue, he moaned as he watched me suck my fingers, making sure that I lapped up every last drop.

"I want to lick my hot, salty cum from you."

A bolt of lust shot through me, as I pictured him lick and suck his way up my body before thrusting his sticky tongue into my mouth.

Laying down onto the bed, gathered in each other’s embrace, we slept; when I woke a while later he was still asleep, his head resting on my stomach, looking down at him as his chest rose and fell softly, the rumble of sleep in his breathing.

I knew that this was only the start, my lingerie wearing neighbour and me, an unlikely dominatrix, would have lots more little adventures together.