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Michele's Mistake Pt. 01

By: THIRDCOAST



Chapter One

My name is Michele, yeah that's right, one L only. That's the least of my worries now. You see, I got an e-mail the today from an unknown co-worker. In the e-mail it told me that I had left my journal in his office and he have been reading it night and day. I have no idea who it might be, but it has all my secrets in it. Things I wouldn't want anyone to know. Now he's telling me that unless I do exactly as he says, he will make my journal public and I will be ruined.

My journal has all my dark secrets in it. I've been writing it since I was in High School. I don't have much experience. I mean, I only had one boyfriend in school. But I think about sex alot. Who knows when it all started, maybe it was when I found my parents porn stash. I would look at it every now and again when they were out. It intrigued me, made me wonder what it would be like to something sexual.

It seemed to me when I was younger, that I was always daydreaming about sex, role playing in my head. I always seemed to be the damsel in distress, waiting for my good looking prince to come save me and whisk me away to his castle and ravish me. Or taken by a group of pirates, who used me as their sex slave. I know, but I was young then. It did somehow morph into something of a fetish.

You see, I'm a submissive, both in and out of bed. That's someone who conforms to the will of others, in a meekly obedient or passive way. Looking back, I've always been one. I did what my parents told me. I followed what my group of friends said I should do. My journal has all of my submissive thoughts in it. Things I want to try,, people I have fantasized about, some of whom work here.

I couldn't afford college, so I took this job as a night filing clerk was perfect. It lets me take classes during the day and work at night. I live in a very small flat with two roommates. I don't know them well, but got connected to them by the campus directory. We were all looking for a roommates to share in rent and expenses. If I lose my job, I have to leave school, and I have no where else to go. My parents sold their place and moved to Florida once I left for college.

I'm scared of what losing my journal will cost me. I answer the e-mail and ask him (I'm only assuming its a him at this point) what he wants. He quickly responds back and tell me to send him a picture of myself..."naked." I think there was an audible gasp when I read this. I've only been naked in front of someone a couple of times but it was always in the dark, with the lights turned off.

I wouldn't say I'm attractive. But I haven't had too many problems attracting the opposite sex. But Mr. Right has not walked into my life, several Mr. Wrongs have, but who's counting. I just turned 21 a month ago. My measurements are 38D-27-38 or a size 14. I have naturally curly blonde hair. I'm not a model by any stretch of the imagination and I've always felt like I was on the chubby side and kind of plain. 

I am torn about what to do. I have no one I ask for help from. No one knows of my secrets or my journal, except this person asking me to send a picture of myself naked. I send an e-mail back and ask if there is anything I can do besides the picture. He texts back saying he will take it under consideration if I send my cell number. I e-mail back my cell number. I get a text a few seconds later. 

He tells me that I am going to do everything that he asks or my journal will make it to the local papers and news programs. That I will enjoy all the attention I will receive from them. I can't let that happen. I can't afford to move, or leave school. I have nowhere else to go and no one I can turn to.

I strip down in my room. I move in front of vanity mirror and look at myself. Why would he want to see me like this. I'm nothing special. I take my phone and snap a quick picture of myself. Then send it via text message. He responds quickly, and tells me that I have been a "good girl." I can't help but feel a little tingle at those words. The submissive in me relishes being someone's "good girl."

As ashamed as I am, I still reach down and finger my clit. I close my eyes, as I run a finger through my wet folds. My other hand pulls on my nipple. I feel an electric spark run from my engorged nipple to my clit. I can't believe I'm doing this because someone has forced me to send a picture of me naked. My playing is interrupted when my cell blips with another text. He asks if I am playing with myself.

Oh my god, can he see me? How does he know what I'm doing. I text back "no." I don't know why I lied, but he sends a text back that he knows I'm lying and I will be punished for it. I don't respond. There is nothing for quite a while. I am anxious about what kind of punishment he will make me do. 

I have a class this afternoon, so I shower and get ready. When I get out, there is a text for me. He's instructed me to wear the shortest skirt I have and tight blouse, no bra, no panties. I am to send a picture before I leave for class. Wait, how does he know I have a class today? I am so nervous. I can't think straight.

I look through my closet. I don't have many short skirts, but I find a "school girl" outfit I wore for Halloween a few years back. But I can't wear that to school, everyone will laugh at me. But it's all I really have. I put it on and send a pic. He texted right back, suggesting I wear my hair in pigtails to top off the ensemble. I blush with embarrassment. I do as I'm told and send another pic. Again, he follows with a "good girl" text and I'm off to class.

I am totally mortified. My skirt is so short that if I so much as sneeze, everyone will see my sex. And my breasts wobble with my every step. I hold my books against them to hide this. As much as I am complaining about this, I am leaking like a slut in heat and my nipples feel like they are going to poke a hole in my blouse. 

I make it to class without anyone talking to me. I sit on the front row as usual but this time I'm there so that fewer people will have the chance to peek up my skirt. Class goes by slowly. It seems like the seconds are ticking like molasses out of jar on a cold day. 

I do catch my professor eyeing me more than once. My face flushes. I have no way to cover the obvious excitement of being watched. My nipples are betraying me. When the bell rings, I gather my things quickly, but the professor stops me and asks to speak with me after class in his office. Holy crap, what is he going to do?

I hold back, and follow him to his office. When inside, he has me sit down. He asks if I am feeling alright. I tell him yes and wonder why he is asking. He tells me that I seem a little flushed in class, and maybe I'm coming down with something. I smile meekly, and tell him I have been working nights and have not been getting much sleep, with my studies and all. He offers to tutor me if I fall behind. (I'm carrying an A in his class.) I thank him, and he excuses me. 

I'm coming out of the professor's office when I see Matt. I've helped him with a few papers before. He stops me and compliments me on my attire. I blush and tell him it's wash day and I had nothing else clean. I catch him staring at my breasts. My nipples go on full erect mode, and I feel a rush of fluids to my nether region.

Matt walks me back to my apartment, luckily its only a few blocks. I thank him, and head inside, leaving him there standing. I quickly go to my room and slip out of clothes. God, I feel such a rush. I would have never have done anything like that in a million years, but I guess judging from my response I'm something of a reluctant exhibitionist. 

I start to lay down for nap so I can go to work later tonight. I get a text, he asks who the guy was walking me home. (Who ever this guy is sees everything I do.) How can that be. I don't answer the text. But he sends another one, asking if I have sucked his cock before. Again I don't answer. Finally, he sends another text that if I continue to not answer, I would regret it.

I answer back that, no, I never have done anything with Matt. He asks why, and I tell him that Matt is out of my league. He's a star baseball player and I just helped with with some of his papers a while back. His text came back that Matt seemed pretty interested in me today. I texted back that I needed to get some sleep so I could go to work later. He told me I had been a "good girl" today and to keep it up. 

Chapter Two

I couldn't sleep much. I was restless and kept thinking about what he said about Matt. My body is all a flutter. I toss and turn but finally drift off to sleep. But in my dreams, I get no relief. I dream about a faceless man, who I assume is my tormentor. In my dream, he is in my room watching me as I sleep. He pulls the covers back to find me naked. His hands softly caress my body. He ties me down and I am spread eagle on my bed.

I can't move at all, as he explores my body. His fingers lightly touch my nipples. They crinkle to his touch and ache to be played with more. He leans in to softly kiss them, rolling his tongue around the hard buds. I whimper. His soft kisses move up and lightly tease my neck. He sucks at the base of my neck. A chill comes over my body, surging down to my sex.

He doesn't kiss me, but trails wet kisses down my stomach, stopping at the inside part of hip bone. Oh god, not there. I feel a rush of my fluids, as my body betrays me. I push my hips up, begging for him to kiss me down there. He moves there but only kisses around my sex. Down my inner thighs, I feel his wet lips. He takes little nips at my flesh. His hands are still on my breasts, tweaking my sensitive nipples.

My hips are still arching towards him, but he continues to keep me at bay. I feel his hot breath on my sex. The lips of my vagina open like a flower for him. Waiting, wanting, needing his touch. I'm biting my lower lip, almost drawing blood, if only he would kiss me there. My whole body is trembling. 

He unties me and flips me over. Once he has me tied once more, his torment begins again. His soft kisses start at my back and work up to the base of my neck. He pulls my hair into a ponytail and pulls my head back. This gives him access to my neck. He bites me softly. Electricity shoots down my body. It's as if he has lit me on fire. I am grinding my sex against the mattress. 

He gives me a hard slap on my ass. I'm still grinding and he slaps my ass again. I stop. His hands move down my back, softly kneading my tense muscles. His strong hands cup my reddening ass cheeks. I feel the warmth from his slaps. He spreads my cheeks and I feel his warm breath on my sex again. I lift my ass up to him, begging him again with my actions, to kiss me there.

Slowly, I feel his strong fingers slipping between my legs. I hold perfectly still, not wanting to do anything that would make him stop. The tips of his finger trail through my wet labia, still splayed for him because of my need. They slip into my hole and enter only a few inches. He's still teasing me. 

He removes them but they go down to my clit. His fingers are slick from my juices and glide around my erect bid. I whimper with need. I still remain motionless, not wanting this to stop. His finger flicks across my clit and I jump. I'm on fire. His touch is driving me crazy. His fingers is still teasing my clit. Around and around, with a small flick over it from time to time. He starts to go in a pattern.

I am getting close. I feel my body edging closer to release. His thumb slips easily into my sex, as his fingers manipulate my clit. I'm trembling, my body aching with desire. I'm pushing back against his thumb, but still grinding on his fingers. I so close, so close. I scream out..."Sir, please let me cum!"

Then I wake up. My hand is between my legs. I have three fingers inside me. I'm covered with sweat. I am so close. I spread my legs and keep fingering myself. I pretend that he is watching me. Watching me make myself cum for him. It doesn't take long before I am lost in an orgasmic cloud. I'm as high on endorphins as you can get, floating down, down, down, until I am resting on my bed again, trying to catch my breath. 

I sit up in the bed. My heart's still pounding. I feel tingles all over my body. That was the best orgasm ever! My god if that was a dream, what would the real thing be like? I get up and start to take a shower. I see that I have a text message. It says that I am supposed to shave my pubic hair off and dress as I did this morning, a short skirt, and a tight blouse. No mention of bra or panties, but have to assume that I'm not allowed. 

Chapter Three

I finish my shower, having removed my pubic hair. It feels all tingly. I want to touch it while I'm getting dressed. I find another short skirt, its not as short as the one I wore to class, but it's above the knee. I can't find another blouse that is tight enough, so I end up wearing the one from this morning. I look at myself in the mirror. I look different somehow. Nothing's changed, but I feel sexier. My nipples are poking out from my blouse, and I tweak them. 

I quickly text a picture for approval. He responds back that it is to his satisfaction. He then asks for a picture of my shaved pussy. I text him back I don't feel comfortable sending a pic of my vagina. He texts back that it is his "pussy" and I will send a pic of "his pussy" now. I lift my skirt and send him a pic. He texts back, asking if I have been playing with his pussy? 

I reply, "yes Sir."

He responds, "I like the Sir but I don't want you playing with my pussy without permission."

I reply again, "Yes Sir."

I go on and finish getting ready for work. I make it there by bus. I got a few stares from passengers but no one spoke to me, thank god. When I get to work. I start right away putting away files that have been completed today. I hardly see anyone else. It's like that most of the time. I am assigned two of the floors in our four story building. Usually, the only people I see are with the janitorial service. 

Time seems to drift by. I try to stay busy with filing. While I am in some of the offices, I secretly wonder which one of the executives has my journal. There are a few that I wished had it. Most of them are old and married. I have nothing against older men but I just not sure I would feel comfortable doing this with them. I find no clues in any of the offices. 

I take my lunch break. My body is still humming from my dream earlier. I can't believe I called him Sir. God I'm a dork. My face flushes, thinking about my earlier orgasm. Should I tell him it was the best one ever? My mind is wondering when I get a text. It's 1am, is he still up? 

He tells me that when my shift ends at 3am, I'm to go to the 3rd floor supply room. I know right where that is. It is rarely used, mostly as an overflow for supplies. I have only been there once. Will he meet me there? Will I get to touch him? Will he touch me? The times slowly goes by now. My first few hours flew by in comparison. 

When it almost 3am, I pack up my stuff and head to the 3rd floor. No one is there yet and the floor is silent. I quickly go to the supply closet and enter. No one is there. Am I early? Is he coming? I get a text to remove all of my clothing and use a cleaning cloth to blindfold myself. I find a cloth and do as I'm told. My clothes are neatly piled on one of the shelves. When I am finished, I get another text to be waiting like a good submissive would.

I kneel down facing the door. My legs are spread and my hands are behind my head. I wait patiently. No one comes. It feels like hours. I hear something moving on the outside. I don't know if its him or someone showing up to work early. I am on edge. I'm afraid to be found here like this. My nervousness is getting the best of me. I'm about to get up when I hear the knob turn. This is it. I will be found or it will be him.

I am biting down on my lower lip when he closes the door. He says nothing at first. My heart is about to beat out of my chest. I can hardly breath. His hand runs through my hair. I whimper. 

"That's my good girl. So we finally meet."

His voice if liquid sex. It's deep and resonates straight to my loins. I am only able to gasps for breath. His hand feels warm and inviting. He grabs my ponytail and pulls my head back. I feel his warm breath on my neck. OMG my neck, he's going to bite me like my dream. Instead I get a soft kiss and nips at my neck. The rush is so invigorating. My nipples peek. My chest flushes and the rush of fluids leak from my quim. "His pussy."

His hand moves down to my breast, cupping it. The strong hand squeezes me, and lifting it before letting it fall. It sways back to a rest. Then his fingers tweak my nipple. An audible moan escapes my lips. I push my breast out further, begging for him to touch them again. He squeezes the other, pulling it upward too. Then letting it fall.

I feel his warm lips take in my nipple. Swirling his tongue around the bud, then biting it. I yelp. His soft kisses move to the other nipple and repeat the same thing. Biting my nipple, sends a warm tingle down my spine. Fluids are leaking down my thigh now.

"Please Sir," I beg.

"Please what Michele?"

"Touch me down there, please."

"Where Michele?"

"My sex," I say.

"You mean my pussy?"

"Yes Sir, please touch your pussy."

His hand trails down my stomach. It's like his hand is a hot stone. Every place he touches scalds my skin. I push my hips out when he reaches between my legs. My clit is swollen and waiting for him to touch me. His hand cups my pussy, "his pussy." I exhale, I didn't even know I was holding my breath. 

His fingers slip between my wet folds. He enters me with two fingers. They slip in with no resistance. 

"Thank you Sir," exhaling again.

His fingers move in and out of my slit. I'm trembling with need. I have been thinking about this moment for the past hour while I was waiting. His thumb rubs across my clitty and I start to grind against his hand. I am getting close. The sloshing sounds of my wet pussy, "his pussy" only add fuel to my inner fire. I am such a wanton slut for him. Keeling in a closet, naked, with a man I can't even see fingering me to climax.

"Do you want to cum Michele?"

"Oh god, yes SIr."

"Am I going to get any more resistance from you?"

"No Sir."

"Whose pussy and I fingering Michele?"

"Yours SIr."

"Tell me Michele. Tell me what I want to hear."

"Please finger your pussy Sir and make me cum for you!"

"Cum for me Michele."

With that I am flying again. This time with his fingers in my pussy, his pussy. My body writhes, as the spasms shake me uncontrollably. My channel clinches his fingers, who keep working them in and out of my pussy, his pussy. I'm about to topple over, so I grab his pant leg and lean into him. My head rests against his thigh, but I feel the bulge in his pants. Oh my god, its his cock, and it feel huge. 

I nuzzle his cock, as he continues to fuck me. His fingers curl up and rub against the spongy lump of my G-spot. It's very sensitive and I feel like I'm going to pee. I try to move away from his fingers but he is persistent. Before long I am cumming once more. My lips go around the bulge in his pants, as he sends me over the edge again. This time my juices flood his hand. The sloshing sounds of my climax send another shudder through my body. 

He finally stops his ministrations and I try to catch my breath. I'm still nuzzling his cock through his pants. I'm purring on the inside and out. As I slowly regain some composure, I reach up to unbuckle his trousers. His hands stop me.

"Not this time Michele. We are done for this morning."

With that he wipes my juices onto my breasts. I feel my slippery juices and smell my arousal. I want so much to please him. I want him in my mouth. I've never done that before, but I want so much to do it with him. I read about it, and it makes me feel so submissive to do it. I whimper again. Begging to be allowed to please him. When he is finished wiping my juices off on me, he leans in and kisses me on the mouth. His tongue pushes in and takes me. I have never felt so owned in all of my short life.


Michele's Mistake Pt. 01



Breaking his kiss, "I want you to keep your juices on you all day. I will text you with more later. I have left something for you on the shelf here. I will send a text with what I want you to do with it. Do you understand Michele?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl."

And with that the door opens and he leaves. I wait a minute, then I lift the blindfold off and get my things together. I quickly dress and find the envelope he left me. It has a pre-paid debit card in it. The name on the card is "Good Girl." At first I am ashamed. Am I his whore now, to have sex with for money? I exit the closet and rush to catch the first bus. I don't want to miss it because the next one doesn't come along for another hour. 

I make it just in time. My breasts are swaying as I step onto the bus. No one is on it. Most are coming to town, not leaving it. I sit in my seat and think about what just happened. I can smell the sex on my breasts. I wonder if the bus driver could as well. When I get home I head to my room and remove my clothes. I lay on the bed and wonder if this is what I need in my life. I have had two of the best orgasms in my life with a man I have never really seen or met.

As much as I would like to complain, my body is still tingling from his fingers. I run my hands across my body. Touching my nipples, which have been hard all day, down to my pussy, his pussy. Its still wet and leaking from his touch. I lay there on the bed, waiting for his next text, his next command. I am so owned by him.

To be continued...



Michele's Mistake Pt. 02



Chapter One

I slept fitfully for about four hours. I didn't have another erotic dream and somehow, I'm upset about that. I did have a text when I woke up. It said that I should use the debit card he gave me to purchase sexy clothes, short skirts, sexy blouses, and lingerie. There is a $3000 balance on the card. I am to purchase what is needed and then the rest can help out with school, rent, or whatever I need.

I'm still a little upset about the money. I don't want to be someone's whore. But I rationalize that he wants me to wear certain things and I don't have the money to purchase them. I don't have class today so I am going to go shopping.

I am showered and about to leave when I get a text from him. He has made an arrangement for where I am to go shopping for clothes. He instructs me to wear short shorts and tight t-shirt, no bra or panties. He gives me the address and I take to bus to the store. Again, I am somewhat embarrassed by my attire but not as much as I did yesterday. I'm getting used to men ogling my wobbling breasts.

The store is one of the upscale chains. When I walk in, everyone stops and stares. I almost walk out, but a nice lady comes and asks if she can help me. I tell her that I was sent here to purchase some clothes. She asks if my name is Michele. When I nod, she takes me to a private dressing room.

There are a wide variety of items already set up. She asks me to remove my clothing and start trying on some of the things that have been set out. They are some very revealing skirts, and tops. They are all in my size. As I try them on, I begin to see myself in a different light. Much like I did yesterday when I looked at myself in the mirror. I still don't see myself as attractive, but I am not as ashamed of my showing off my sexy side.

When I have picked out several skirts and blouses, I get a text of where the next store is. I pay the lady and thank her for her help. I make my way a few blocks to the next store. It is specifically for lingerie. There is a young girl, around my age working there. She is beautiful and comes right to me and asks if my name is Michele. She leads me to the back and she too has several things laid out for me to try on. 

There are half bras and garters, , stockings,several bustiers and corsets. I've never worn anything like this before. She helps me get them on. During fitting, she has touched my breasts several times. I feel my body responding to this. I have never been with a girl before, but have often wondered what it would be like. But she is not in my league at all. 

I'm embarrassed because my nipples have been hard the entire time. I can smell my own arousal, and I'm sure she can too. When she is helping me put on one of the corsets, a beautiful demi-cup black number, she brushes my nipple with the back of her hand. I whimper with need. I feel a rush of heat to my pussy, his pussy. She gives me a knowing smile and continues to lace the corset up.

It really tightens my waist up, thus accentuating my breasts and hips. I'm standing there with my breasts pushed up by the corset, and nothing covering my shaven pussy, his pussy. I feel my juices leaking down my thighs. I've never felt this sexy before in my life. Just then, I get a text from him. 

It says to send a pic of my lingerie. I take one of the corset I'm wearing. He texts me back and tells me I look gorgeous. He loves the way my body looks in this corset. He also asked who the girl in the picture behind me is. I send him a text back, telling him it's the sales girl. He texts back that he wants me to lick her pussy for helping me. I don't know what to do. I want to, but I am embarrassed to ask.

She asks me what he thinks about my pic. I hesitate then tell her what he wants me to do. She says that she thinks that's hot and starts removing her clothes. She lays back on a couch in the dressing room and spreads her legs. I kneel down between her thighs and kiss another woman's pussy for the first time. 

I've never done this before but I am so turned on by the way I look and how beautiful she is, that I tentatively lick her labia. She puts her hands on my head and pulls me into her. I kiss her lips and she moans. I think about what I would like done and start to spread her lips and lick her clit. 

I swirl my tongue around the hard bud. She gasps with delight. I take her clit between my lips and suck gently, but continue to swirl my tongue around it. I wet my finger and run them up the folds of her pussy. She pushes back against my fingers. I insert my two wet fingers inside her. They slip in easily.

As I move them in and out, while I softly lick her clitty. Her moans become louder, as she pulls my head tighter against her sex. Her pussy is so wet, that I hear the sloshing sound of her arousal. I move one of my hands up and play with her breasts. First, playing with one nipple, then the other. My fingers are moving faster. I suck on of her lips into my mouth and softly nibble on it. She moans loudly and I suck in her other labia lip and nibble it too. 

I can feel her body trembling, as I my fingers are slipping inside her. She grabs my head and guides me back to her clit and I lick her softly. Her hips are moving faster as she grinds on my face. The moisture from her pussy is leaking out, and I feel it on my face. My fingers are soaking wet from her arousal. I can see her body convulse, her pussy squeezes my fingers as the waves of her orgasm take over her.

Her pussy floods my face and I start lapping up her juices. It tastes tangy sweet and I feel a wetness between my legs at having brought another woman to orgasm. As she's coming down from her orgasmic bliss, I slowly start to kiss my way up her body, first starting with her sensitive hip bone, then her belly, and up to her breasts. Her nipples are peaked and her chest is flushed from her recent orgasm.

I move on up to her neck and then her full lips. We share her cum as she sends her tongue into my mouth. She stops me and says I should send a text with her cum all over my face. I think that's a great idea. She takes it for me and I send it to him. He texts back that I have been a good girl, but I have one more shopping stop before I am finished.

I leave the corset on and put my shorts and top back on over it. I kiss and thank the young girl, before carrying my bags out the door. The next store is a few blocks away. If I was subconscious about my wobbling breasts before, I can't help but be now. The corset lifts my breasts up and I can see my nipples trying to poke their way through my shirt. I feel like everyone is looking at my breasts and ass. I feel deliciously slutty.

Chapter Two

When I get to the store, it's a sex shop. There is a few guys in there milling around. One is a middle aged man behind the counter. He's reading something and not paying attention to anyone. I take a look around the shop. There are all kinds of sex toys here. There are cocks of every kind and shape. There are bondage stuff, and magazines and movies. 

I see some guys looking at the magazines. They all seem to be keeping an eye on me. My face flushes because I remember how I'm dressed. Everyone probably thinks I'm some whore, and for some reason that excites me. I decide to head to the counter. When I get there the middle aged man finally looks up. He's reading Chaucer's "The Legend of Good Women", I know it from British Literature. I thought he was reading some pornography at first. When he sees me, he's a bit startled.

He tells me that I have to be Michele. I nod my head. He picks up the phone and has someone come up to tend the counter. We head to a more private area. There are some things set out on a table. Other than the obvious dildo, I have no idea what the other things are. He starts telling me about some of them. I must look befuddled. Again, he makes a call.

A lady comes back, about his age. She wearing a revealing top and a short skirt. Her makeup is a little disheveled and her lips are slightly red and swollen. He has her remove her clothing and uses her to demonstrate some of the items. I find that there are nipples clamps, which look menacing. One item is body harness. It goes around the body and is designed to hold in dildos and plugs inside the wearer. 

With that, he shows me the various dildos and plugs. There are several different sizes and shapes. My face is flushed as I realize these are all meant for me. I wonder what they think of me. I can't help but feel aroused. My breasts, which are lifted up my my corset, obviously are displaying my erect nipples. My juices are again stirring down below. I catch myself daydreaming.

I'm brought back by the man removing the clamps from the lady. She whimpers when they are removed. He gently rubs the reddened bud, which causes her to smile. He then picks up a black leather hood. It has several holes in it. He shows me that the holes are for my eyes, nose and mouth. There are attached patches that cover the eyes. Its all a bit intimidating. He dismisses the lady and she picks up her clothes and walks out without dressing.

About that time, I get a text from him. It asks how I like the items. I tell him that I am a little overwhelmed. He explains that soon, I will be wearing these things for him. I am excited about the chance to serve him. He tells me to have Jim, the man helping me, to bag up everything and to hold my other things for safe keeping. Then he texts that he wants me to go to the back of the store, and find room #3. That he will be waiting.

I tell Jim and he nods, but hands me a roll of quarters. I have no idea what this is for, but he points the way and I head out. When I find a long hallway filled with doors. I walk up to the one labeled #3 and open the door and step in. It smells of sex. It's a very small room with a small TV monitor. It has a coin slot, so I put a quarters in. A pornographic movie starts playing. 

The screen shows a naked woman on her knees, with several men around her. She is sucking their cocks, taking turns. Her mouth is on one large cock, while her hands are stroking others. At first, I'm shocked at what I see, then I start to become aroused and wish I was her. That the cock she is sucking was him. 

I'm startled when my phone goes off. Its another text. He says that he is in the next booth. This excites me. He tells me to remove my shorts and top. I comply without reservation. I hear a tap on the wall and see a very large cock coming from a hole in the wall. I reach for it and start stroking it like the woman on the screen. I get a text saying "good girl."

I kneel down on the sticky floor and take him into my mouth. I hear his moan through the wall. I lave my tongue on his swollen head, then take more into my mouth. I can barely get half of it in, but I move my head up and down on it. My hand still strokes the half I can't service with my lips. I feel every vein and cord of his cock with my lips. I moan on his thick cock, as my lips move up and down on it's girth.

I reach down and finger my wet pussy, his pussy, as my hard nipples abraid against the wall of the booth. I try to take his cock down my throat, like the woman on the screen. I gag, but keep trying to force it down. A long thick string of my saliva hangs from his bulbous head. I use it to slick my hand, as it moves up and down on his turgid shaft. I take the head back into my mouth. Sucking on it throbbing bulb. My tongue licks the edges of the helmet. I taste the slick pre-cum and it is sweet and tangy. I smell his rugged scent mixed with sandalwood soap. 

He starts to push into my mouth. I feel the need in his strokes. I hold still and let him fuck my willing mouth. I can hear his grunts through the thin wall. His thick cock swells as he spills his sticky cum into my mouth. I try to swallow, but it's too much and some dribbles down my chin and onto my breasts. I savor every drop, and milk his cock. Swallowing all of it, as he starts to shrink. I feel his pulse in my mouth. 

Finally, he withdraws and I get a text to get dressed and wait here for further instructions. I comply while I watch the screen. It's now a two women sharing a big black man. One is riding his gigantic cock, while the other is sitting on his face while he licks her. My juices are still flowing. I still feel very needy and aroused. His text comes and tells me to pick up my bags and that there is a car waiting to take me home.

I head back to the room where my things are. I have a large number of bags now, with my clothes, lingerie, and toys. I'm able to get them all outside and find the car waiting for me with a driver. He helps me get my bags loaded and holds the door for me while I get in. No one else is in the car. I pout, wanting to finally meet my Sir. He's played with me twice and I still don't know who he is.

Chapter Three

The driver starts the car and heads towards my house without asking for directions. I catch his eyes once, before he averts them. I wonder what he thinks of me. I check my face with my compact. My looks are disheveled and my lips are red and swollen, jsut like the lady who helped me earlier. She must have been sucking cock through the walls in back too. The thought excites me.

When we arrive at my apartment, he helps me out the vehicle and tends to my bags. I let him into my apartment, and my roomies are there. They have a look of shock, as the driver takes all my bags to my room. I thank him and he quickly leaves.

My roommates are at my door, asking what's in all the bags. I tell them I got a gift card from a friend to buy some new clothes. I don't tell them about who the card is from. I'm not ready to disclose that yet. I tell them I have to get some rest before I got to work tonight and they finally give me some privacy. I take my clothes off, including the corset. I run my hands over my body. Touching the marks the tight corset left. A chill runs through me. I have finally been able to touch my Sir.

I head for bed, leaving the smell and taste of Sir on me. I toss and turn but finally drift off to sleep. In my dreams, I find myself back in the booth at the sex shop. Sir is there in the room with me. His face is obscured. His cock is inside me, as I suck on another cock that's through the hole in the wall. It's the gigantic black cock from the last movie. It fills my mouth as Sir's shaft pistons in and out of my pussy, his pussy.

I'm back in my tight corset, and my breasts are swaying with every thrust of his magnificent cock. I'm moaning around the shaft in my mouth. I feel Sir's hands on my ass cheeks, pulling me to him. The sounds of our bodies slapping as he takes my wet hole, excite me. He's thrust are driving me onto the huge cock in the wall. My hand is stroking the shaft, as my other is fingering my clit. The black cock swells and starts pumping its cum down my throat. I pull it out and stroke it. Ropes of cum splash onto my face and hair.

Sir continues to pound me from behind. The screen shows a movie of me, surrounded by men, stroking their cocks, shooting their cum all over me. Seeing myself on screen, takes me over the edge. The walls of my channel spasm around Sir's shaft, flooding my thighs and his balls. The two cocks inside me shoot their cum in me. I swallow and spasm again as Sir fills me with his seed.

I wake up with my bed flooded with my juices. I breathless, having orgassmed in my sleep. Its almost time for me to get ready for work, so I take a shower and clean off. Sir has sent me another text. It tells me to wear one of my new outfits and send a pic before leaving. I pick out a short leather skirt and silk blouse. I tease my nipples so they are super hard. I lift up my skirt to show I have no panties and snap a picture. I send it and he responds quickly. He tells me I look very sexy. I ask if I will see him tonight but he only responds..."maybe."

He texts back to take the smallest butt plug and a small bottle of lube in my purse. I comply and head out the door to catch the bus. My roomies were eyeing me as I headed out the door. I wonder what they think of the change in me. Maybe we will have to have a sit down conversation. I kind of want to tell someone about what's going on. This is something I would have never even thought of a few days ago. As I catch the bus, I wonder what Sir has in store for me tonight. My tight puckered hole clinches thinking about the possibilities. 

To be continued...



Michele's Mistake Pt. 03



Chapter One

On my way to work tonight, an older man hit on me. He struck up a conversation, which led to him commenting on my attire. I was blushing. He kept staring at my breasts that were bouncing to the bumps in the road. My hardened nipples were abrading against the softness of my silk blouse. I found it hard to remain focused on the conversation. He was pleasant enough, but when we got off at the same stop, I became worried.

Come to find out, he works security in our building. I'd never seen him before and I couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was my Sir. He walked me to the elevator and said maybe he would see me around later. I smiled and thanked him. As the elevator door was closing, his eyes fell to my breasts again. When the door opens on my floor, my phone goes off. It's Sir, and he wants me to go to the restroom and insert my butt plug.

When I get inside, I lock the stall door. I lift my skirt and take the lube and plug out of my purse. I squirt some lube on my fingers and reach back and tease my tight hole. I've never played with it before but it does feel good. I press a slick finger inside and move it in and out. Then I add another. I can feel the wetness in my pussy, his pussy, as my fingers move in out of my ass. I whimper with need. I reach down with my other hand and stroke my clit. Oh, it feels so good.

I stop and squirted more lube onto the plug. It supposed to be a medium plug but it feels large as I press it against my tight opening. I move it in and out until it starts to slip past the tight ring. It burns a little when it seats into my ass hole. I stroke my clitty again to distract me from the burn. It makes me feel so full. I'm not sure how I'm going to concentrate on my work tonight with this inside me.

I'm startled by the beep of my phone. I quickly wash my hands in the sink and read the text. Sir wants to see a picture of my success. I place my leg up on the sink and turn away from the mirror. I can see the jeweled plug and snap a picture. While I'm there, a janitor knocks and enters the bathroom. It's a large black man and he catches me taking a picture of my plug. I yell at him to leave. He apologises and shuts the door.

I'm so embarrassed. I go back into the stall and sit down on the stool. My heart is beating out of my chest and my breathing is ragged. Oh my god, someone knows about this now. I'm thinking about the implications when my phone beeps again. Sir is asking where my pic is at. I send him the shot and explain what's happened. He texts back that the plug looks lovely in "his ass." I'm still upset about having been caught.

When he texts again, he has me tell exactly what happened. I tell him that the janitor knocked and entered while I was taking the picture and that I yelled for him to get out. He asks what was the janitor's reaction and I tell him that he quickly apologised and left. Sir then texts me that it sounds like I was rude to him. That he probably didn't think anyone was in the building at this hour and didn't mean any harm. I'm a little angry at Sir for taking the janitor's side. He must have noticed by my reply that this was the case, as he told me that we would discuss this later tonight and I should get to work as if nothing had happened.

That is easier said than done, but I go on about my business and start filing today's work. The feeling of fullness keeps me thinking about Sir. It's a constant reminder of him, as I go about the office. The time ticks by slowly because I thinking about seeing him later. His text sounded as though he might be angry with me. The thought of that almost makes me cry. I think back to how I treated the janitor and maybe I was too harsh with him. It's not like I meant to be, I was just startled and ashamed of being caught.

I finally sit down for lunch. The plug presses inside me, rubbing against the thin membrane of my pussy, his pussy. I find myself adjusting while I eat my can of tuna. When I'm finished, I go to the restroom and clean up. I only have a couple of hours before my shift is up. When I go back out, I see the same janitor there. I avert my eyes, as my face flushes. He apologises again, as I walk away. 

When I get into one of the offices, I wish that I would have stopped and apologised to him for my rudeness. When I summon up the courage to do that, he's no longer out there. I make it a vow to find him again in the next few days to do just that. Maybe Sir will be proud of me and he will show some pity. Several minutes later, I get a text from Sir. He plans to meet me in the 3rd floor closet again, about 30 minutes before my shift ends.

I busy myself with the last few files. Walking around with this plug has been teasing me all night. The silky blouse teasing my nipples doesn't help any either. My juices have been leaking down my thighs. I smell my arousal. I'm a flustered mess, by the time I pack up my things and head to the 3rd floor. I slip into the closet and remove my clothes. I tie the cleaning cloth on as a blindfold again. I'm kneeling in my presentation position when the door opens. 

I more afraid that it's not him because of the bathroom incident. A hand runs through my hair. I purr, as a thumb rubs across my lips. I take it into my mouth and gently suck on it. This for some reason, sooths me. I feel a gentle calming of my body. I know somehow, that it's him, my Sir. I press my breasts out, offering them to his touch. He reaches down and cups my left breasts. A gasps escapes from my lips, that are still around his thumb, and I suck harder. I hear a low grumble from Sir. 

His hand teases my nipple, twisting it gently at first, then pulling it away from my body. I moan again and swirl my tongue around, as if it were his cock. He moves his hand to my other breast, teasing it too. My head falls back in rapture, feeling his hands on me again is in and of itself a release. 

"I want to get into another position Michele. Get on all fours, with your legs spread, your head resting on the floor."

I comply and feel the plug adjust inside me. I feel so exposed this way.

"Now, arch your back and present my cunt and ass to me. I want you resting most of your weight on your elbows, with your hands even with your shoulders and pointing forward."

I get into this position, arching my back. This makes me feel more exposed, but very submissive. This heightens my arousal. His hands touch my upturned ass, his ass. He strokes me softly, touching the plug and pressing it further inside. I whimper as he does this. His fingers slip down between my splayed folds. They are slick from all of my juices. I can hear the slickness as he pushes two fingers inside me. I bleat out of need, as his fingers move in and out of wet channel.

"Thank you Sir."

"You're so wet. I guess wearing the plug has been pleasing to you?"

"It is a constant reminder of you Sir."

"MMMmmm, that's a lovely thought. Now tell me how you feel about being caught tonight."

"I was embarrassed Sir. After thinking about what you said, I was rude. I saw him again, and he apologized again. But sadly, I didn't return the favor. But I plan to at the next opportunity Sir."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, because I'm going to give you that opportunity now."

My heart sinks. Is he going to let the janitor see me like this? That question is answered when he goes back to the door and opens it. I hear two sets of shoes shuffle inside the closet. I hold my position but my body is trembling. A rush of my fluids seeps out of my folds.

Chapter Two

I hear them greet each other. Sir's hands rub along my back as they talk. The janitor's name is Mike. He apologizes to Sir, but is quickly told that I am the one who should be saying I'm sorry, for being so rude to him. Sir asks if he would help him move some boxes. I hear the movement near me. 

"Stand Michele."

I get to my feet as quickly as I can. His hand touches my shoulder, and leads me to the stack of boxes in the middle of the closet. He bends me over them. He pulls my arms back behind me, and has me grabs each forearm, locking them behind me. He spreads my legs wide. This causes most of my weight to be supported by the boxes. My breasts hang down off the edge, as my ass is presented to Sir. 

"Michele, I going to punish you for your rude behavior earlier to Mike. I wanted him here to witness this. Do you understand?"

"Yes SIr."

I hear him unbuckling his belt. The sound of the leather being pulled through the loops of his trousers, sends a chill down my spine. I haven't been whipped with a belt in my entire life. I wait in breathless anticipation. I hear Mike in front of me. Sir's hands rub along my trembling cheeks. 

"Mike, would you be so kind as to remove her blindfold?"

Oh my god, will I get to see Sir? When the cloth comes off, I see Mike standing there. I want to look behind me to see Sir, but I don't. He will tell me if he wants this. I keep my eyes focused on Mike, as I fight the temptation to look. 

"I'm going to give you ten strokes with my belt Michele. I want them counted and for you to show Mike your manners. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

I hear Sir move to one side. The whoosh of air as the belt falls, hitting my splayed ass. 



"One, thank you Sir."

The sting is considerable. I feel the tingles in my sex.



"Two, thank you Sir."

I see the starting of a bulge in Mike's coveralls. I focus on this because I can't look him in the eyes.



"Three, thank you Sir."

My cheeks are heating up now. I wiggle my ass a little, trying to assuage the fire Sir is lighting on my upturned behind. I bite my lower lip and stare at Mike's growing lump.



"Four, thank you SIr."

That one was hard, and my filled hole clinches around the plug. My breasts are swaying, as they hang over the boxes. I feel my slick juices leaking down my thighs. 



"Ohh five, thank you Sir."

Sir rubs my reddening ass cheeks. I stay focused on Mike's large bulge. He moves his hand down and squeezes his cock. He's as turned on as I am. The soft caress of Sir's hand warms me up inside. I'm licking my lips when Mike unzips his coveralls. He reaches in and pulls his cock out. Sir pushes two fingers inside me. They slip in without any resistance because of my slick juices. 

Mike's cock is about the size of Sir's, so thick and long. Sir's fingers continue to fuck my wet pussy, his pussy. I feel like I'm on the edge. So needy. 

"Michele, open your mouth and offer it up to Mike's cock. It looks lovely doesn't?"

Opening my mouth, "Yes Sir."

Mike hesitates but moves forward and brings it to my open and waiting mouth. I moan around it, as it slips into my wet lips. Sir is fucking my needy pussy, his pussy. Mike is working his cock slowly in and out of my mouth. The feeling of having all three of my hole filled is so arousing. My nipples are aching from the intoxicating feeling of being used. Just when I'm about to ask for permission to cum, Sir removes his fingers and wipes my juices on my heated ass.



"Sith, thang uh Sur."

The heat is notched up as I struggle to enunciate my words around Mike's throbbing cock.



"Sevun, thang uh Sur."

Mike holds his cock still. I hear him groan, as the hum of my words stimulate around his throbbing shaft. I work my tongue over the head of his fat cock. I move my lips up and down, laving as I go. My breasts swaying with my effort. Mike reaches down and cups one, squeezing it tightly. I moan softly.



"MMMmmm aid, thang uh Sur."

I feel the trembling in my core. The thought of being punished in front of Mike is stimulating. Having his throbbing cock in my mouth is sending me nearer to the edge.



"MMMmmm nun, thang uh Sur."



"OOHHhh tun, thang uh Sur."

That one really hurt. It brought tears to my eyes, not from crying but from squeezing my eyes shut. Wow, that was intense. Sir's hands returns to my overheated ass cheeks. His soothing touch, melts me to my core. I return to sucking Mike's cock. 

Chapter Three

As I lave around Mike's throbbing shaft, I hear another zipper. I feel Sir's hand on my ass and then his warm cock rubbing my wet folds. I moan around Mike's phallus. Sir presses his thick cock into me, splitting my flowering folds, as he seats himself inside me. He lifts me with his thrusts, driving Mike further down my throat. The two men find their rhythm, and take their pleasure with me. 

I feel so full, with Mike and Sir's cocks, and the plug in my ass. It's all I can do to not cum from this much simulation. Mike's cock begins to swell. I know his release is near. I prepare myself for the upcoming flood. Sir is fucking my pussy, his pussy, with raw abandon. My breasts are flopping around with each monstrous thrust. The two men's grunts are only obscured by my lustful moans of pleasure.

Mike is the first to spill his seed. I swallow and swallow, trying to keep up with his spurting cum. Sir grabs my reddened cheeks and drives his cock home, seating it in the depths of my channel. His throbbing shaft splashes my sensitive uterus with each jet of sticky cum he spews. Mike withdraws his cock, as I lick the cum that drips down my chin. Oh my body is singing.

My body is racked with need, "please Sir, may I cum?"

With his final thrust, "Cum Michele!"

I scream my release. The waves flood my senses, as Sir's cum oozes from my folds and down my thighs. My body shudders with delight, shaking from the overstimulation to my core. Sir's cock is milked by my spasms. I feel his throbbing shaft twitch. 

"Thank you Sir."

I try to calm my breathing, as Sir slowly slips from my channel. I can feel the warm fluids leak from my open quim. Some dripping down my thighs, while some is leaked to the floor. Mike has zipped up his coveralls, while I hear Sir do the same. I remain bent over the boxes, awaiting his next command. 

Mike is about to excuse himself, "Michele, is there something you would like to say to MIke before he leaves?"

"Yes SIr." I look up to Mike's face. "I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier. It won't happen again. Thank you for witnessing my punishment, and allowing me to suck your beautiful cock."

He nods his acceptance.

"Michele, for the rest of the week, every time you see Mike in the hallway, I want you to offer to suck his cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." I look at Mike again. I see the beginnings of a smile, as he turns to leave the closet.

"You've been a good girl during your punishment. I'm going to give you one more reward for that. Turn and kneel at my feet."

I quickly drop at his feet. I keep my eyes down. The urge to look up is so strong but I don't want to incur his ire again so soon. I nuzzle against his still hard cock in his trousers. His hands run through my hair. My body shudders to his touch. He finally puts a finger under my chin and lifts my head up. I look into his eyes for the first time. 

OH MY GOD! He's gorgeous. I've seen him around before, but never met him. He's one of the younger executives. He still about twenty years my senior but not one of the older guys I was afraid he was. He smiles down at me, and my face is going to crack from my smiling back. 

"Hi Sir!"

"Hello Michele, I'm glad you're pleased with who I am. Did you think I was one of the old geezers?" His smirk is so alluring.

"Maybe at first Sir."

"Why don't you get dressed and I'll take you for some coffee before you head home."

"That sounds delicious Sir."

While I'm putting my clothes on, he's moving the boxes back into place. I pick up the cleaning cloth and wipe our spilled body fluids up. When everything is back to normal. He takes my hand and leads me out of the closet. My hand is on his arm, as we head for the elevator. We smell of sex when the door closes and start moving down. It's still dark when we walk across the street to the coffee shop. 

He orders for us both and brings it to our table. When he sits, he makes a motion of putting his finger to his chin and I realize I must have something on my face. I wipe it with my finger and it's some of Mike's cum still there. Crap, I walked in here with cum on my face. His smile defuses my embarrassment. I stick my finger in my mouth and suck the remainders of our morning fun off. 

We talk a little, trying to ease my tension. I still can't believe who he is. I could get lost in his hazel eyes. His square jaw and nicely cropped hair isn't anything to sneeze at either. He is the total package. I couldn't be anywhere near his league. He must have been reading my mind, because his hand comes across the table and clutches mine, squeezing it softly. I bite my lip and squeeze his back. 

"Have I told you how beautiful you look yet?" he says.

I blush, "Thank you Sir, I'm not nearly as gorgeous as you though."

"No thinking like that Michele, I find you very attractive, both inside and out."

I flush again. How can he make me feel so beautiful with just words? I hope he never stops. We continue to talk. He tells me that he'd like to take me out to dinner soon. I tell him my work schedule but he tells me he already knows it. But that it might be changing soon. I kind of let that information slip through my mind, because I'm still lost in his eyes. When we finish our coffee, he reaches into his briefcase and pulls something from it. It's my journal, and another box.

"I don't think I need to keep your journal now, but I would like you to wear this." 

He opens the box and it's a leather choker with an O-ring in front. It is sort of a collar but not as conspicuous as a regular collar. I lift my hair off my neck. He places the choker around me and fastens it. My fingers trace the leather strands, until they reach the O-ring.

"Thank you Sir, you're too kind, for the journal and the collar. Does that mean I'm officially yours?"

"Yes, if you will have me."

"Oh god, yes Sir."

He leans in to kiss me. Its a short kiss, but he wraps his arm around me and we exit the coffee shop. He has to go to work and I have to get home to get some rest before class today. This time we have a lingering kiss at the corner of the street. We say our goodbyes, and he turns to head to work. I watch him all the way in the building, as my fingers trace the collar, his collar, around my neck.

To be continued...



Michele's Mistake Pt. 04



Chapter One

I finally met my Sir. His name is Everett. He is one of the newer executives at the insurance firm I work for at night. We've been seeing each other for the past few days. He has been taking it slow with me since I am a novice. I now wear his collar, a soft leather choker with an O-ring in it. It's more discrete so that it can be worn in public. I find myself touching it all the time. It reminds me of him.

We still text each other constantly, mainly about what I am to wear that day. He may also have certain rituals that I am to perform for him. He sends me things to research, so that I am more knowledgeable about the BDSM lifestyle. 

I have been journalling and I send it to him daily so that is knows if I have a question or a concern. He is a very caring person and I feel special that he has chosen me as his submissive. It is a dream come true for me. Although, there are times when I feel embarrassed or scared, but he is always there with a calming aire.

Today is Friday, and we have our first official date. Well, he has asked me out for dinner. This is the first time we will be seen in public as a paired couple. I'm very excited. I have no idea what I am supposed to wear. I am awaiting for his text to tell me what his preference is. I have already showered and removed all of my body hair. My hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, and I have some light make-up on.

The text finally comes. He wants me to wear a simple black dress, one of the garter sets with hose, and a pair of black high heels. As usual, I'm to wear no panties or bra. I go to the closet and pick from the clothes that he had me buy a week ago. I take special care, as I want to look nice for him.

At 5:15 there is a knock at the door. My roommate, Carol answers it. It's Everett, and she shows him in. She comes to tell me that a very nice looking older man is here with flowers. I flush and thank her. She tries to get me to tell her who he is. I tell her only that he's a guy from work, but she knows it's more than that. I tell her that I will explain more later.

I come into the living room where he's waiting. He is dressed in a finely tailored suit. He has a bouquet for me. His smile is so gorgeous, that when I take the flowers, I'm blushing. He leans in to kiss me and I feel an electric charge run down my spine. It's more than a peck on the cheek, and I blush as my roommates, Carol and Erin, watch us. Carol takes my flowers and tells me she will put them in a vase. I clip a rose from the bouquet and pin it to his lapel. 

With that, he offers his arm and leads me to the car. The driver opens the door and we get in. The ride to the restaurant is rather short. We talk some, but mainly hold each other. His hand slipping down my arm, teasing my skin. I want him to touch more but he remains a gentleman. But my core is heating up in his presence. The wetness has my folds flowering.

We arrive at a French restaurant, La Petite Fleur. It a beautiful place, very swanky. The maitre d recognizes Everett and he shows us right to our table. It's cozy and gives us some privacy. The waitress comes to take our drink order. Everett orders a bottle of Chateau Latour, 2000 vintage. She leaves as he looks up and smiles at me. I'm so lost in his sparkling hazel eyes. His hand touching mine is the only thing that brings me back.

The waitress returns and uncorks the bottle. She hands him the cork while she pours him a small taste. Everett swirls his glass then holds it to his nose. He tips the glass and samples the wine. I'm watching intently, I've never seen anything like this. The waitress and I are waiting for his response with baited breath. He finally nods, and she pours us both a full glass of the Cabernet Sauvignon. I take a sip and act like I know what I'm doing. I giggle. He smiles at me again. He must think I'm a naive child. Well, I may be a little naive but no child.

When the waitress comes back, he orders for us both in perfect French. Our appetizer was a "Fondue Savoyarde", warm cheese with toasted bread. Then the main course was "Gigot D'Agneau Pleureur." He tells me it a lamb roasted on a grill where the juices drip into a casserole dish of potatoes and cooks them. It melts in my mouth. I'm so impressed with his knowledge of French cuisine. We had some beautiful scallops as dessert. I think it was called "Coquilles Saint-Jacques." If I had known what they were, I probably wouldn't have eaten them, but they were so sweet and good.

I've never such a scrumptious meal in all my life. After several glasses of wine, I'm feeling a bit tipsy. When we are about finished with our meal, Everett orders us both espresso with Cointreau. Despite the liqueur, it perks me up some. He pays the check and offers me his arm. I feel like a million dollars as he escorts me out of the restaurant. It feels as though every eye is on us. I blushing like a school girl.

Instead of getting into the car, we stroll down the street. It's quiet this time of night, but there are still people out. Some of the local shops are still open. There is a chill in the evening air and he wraps his jacket around my shoulders and pulls me to his side. I feel the warmth of his body next to mine as we walk down the street. We get all the way down to the lake before he turns and kisses me.

His lips are soft and full, as they take mine. His tongue owns my mouth and I taste the sweetness of our expresso. My breasts are pressed against his hard chest. His arms surround me, holding me tightly. I would let him ravage me right here, but he keeps his composure. The hardness of his cock, pressed against my belly tells me of his desires.

We turn and head to the waiting car, which has been following at a respectful distance. The driver opens the door for us. We get in and ride to his home. I've never been there before and I am excited and somewhat afraid of this step. I want him so bad, that I let any fears go away. We get out of the car as the driver opens the door for us. He turns and excuses the driver for the night. That means I am staying the night with him. A shudder goes through my body.

As we enter through the doorway, I am immediately impressed with the spaciousness of his house. It's decorated in a masculine way, with dark rich colors, with leather and wood. He takes me to the great room and sits me on his sofa. He offers me a drink, but I decline. I want to have my senses tonight. He removes his jacket from me and rolls up his sleeves and makes a fire in the fireplace.

Before long we have a roaring fire going. He comes and kneels at my feet and removes my heels. His strong hands rub my feet. Oh wow, I am lost in this display of his. Tingles run up my body. He finally sits beside me and takes me in his arms. He asks what I thought about dinner. I expound on how impressed I was with his knowledge of French cuisine. I tell him the food was so rich and delightful. He promises to cook for me sometime soon. Oh great he's a chef too. I gain 10 pounds with the thought.

His hands gently tease my skin. I run my hand in his chest, feeling the taut muscles. His fingers are in my hair. He leans in to kiss me. Again his mouth and tongue take mine and own it. His tongue devours me. There is a possessiveness about his kisses. His hand grasps the back of my neck and holds me tightly to his mouth. His forcefulness, melts my bones. The blood coursing through my veins is scalding hot. 

When his hand dips to my breast, it finds my nipple rock hard and needy. I moan softly into his mouth. His strong hand squeezes my soft flesh, as his mouth takes mine. I feel the temperature rising in my body. When his hand slips into my dress and cups my breasts, a gasps escapes my mouth. My hand moves down to his groin and I find his hardened bulge. I gently squeeze his cock. He bites my lower lip. Holding the flesh in his teeth. I groan with pleasure.

He finally cups my face in his strong hands, and kisses me lightly on my nose, then my the top of my head. He stands and offers his hand. I get up and he leads me into the master bedroom. ("master" bedroom has totally different meaning to me now) We continue on to the master bath. He turns on the water to a vast bathtub. He adjusts the water and adds oils and bubble bath.

Chapter Two

He turns to me and slips his hands under the hem of my dress and lifts it over my head. I'm standing there in my garter and stockings. He leans in to kiss me again. Then he sits me down on the settee by the mirror and kneels again to remove my stocking. His hands slide them down. He leans in to kiss right above my clitty. I moan, as I spread my legs to give him more access. He looks up with a smile. Then reaches around and unclips my garter.

He stands and removes his shirt, then his shoes and socks. He offers his hand, and helps me to stand. Everett takes me in his strong arms, his hands run down my body and cups my soft ass. He squeezes them to my delight, as his mouth takes mine. I whimper with his kiss. I feel his cock again, against my belly. he turns me towards the mirror.

"Put your hands on the granite counter Michele."

"Yes SIr," I reply as I bend and place my hands on the cool surface.

I hear the rattle of his belt, as he removes it from the loops of his trousers. A chill runs down my spine. He uses his feet to spread my legs. I look up at his face through the mirror. He's folded his leather belt in half.

"Did I do something wrong Sir?"

"No Michele, I just can't see your soft ass and not want to mark it."

"Yes Sir." I arch my back and push my ass out for him.

"Tonight Michele, you will call me Daddy. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir...uh Daddy."

Age play is one of the things that he has had me research this past week. I have to admit, it really turned me on to read about it. With the twenty year difference in our age, he really could be my Daddy, but he's not. I've never thought about having sex with my real Father, but I relish the thought of calling Sir, Daddy. 

I'm lost in my thoughts when he slaps my upturned ass with his belt. The sting is not that bad, but as the slaps continue they increase with intensity. After about ten slaps, he stops and rubs his hands on my warm behind.

"Thank you Daddy."

His hand moves between my legs. His fingers furrow through my wet lips. I hear the slickness of my arousal. He kisses my shoulder and reaches to cup my breasts. His fingers find my hard nipples and they tease my hardness. He pulls me up and turns me, leading me to the bath. He offers a hand and I step in. 

The hot water is soothing to my body but adds a sting to reddened behind. I sit gingerly. Everett kneels beside the tub and grabs a loofah sponge. He squirts some lavender soap on it and starts to work it on my legs. His soft caress is wonderful, as he bathes me. He slowly works up my thighs. I spread my legs to give him access. He slips past where my thighs join, moving to my belly and up to my breasts. The sponge scrubs my arms and shoulders. 

The fresh smell of the lavender soap and bath oils is very pleasing. I should be tense with him giving me a bath this way, but I find it so relaxing. The soft caress is luxuriating. He leans me forward and gently scrubs my back and shoulders. As he cleans me, one of his hands cup my breast. My mind is reeling with his sensual care. I never even fantasized about this before, but I know now I will never get it out of my mind.

He stands and kisses the top of my head and leans me back to soak. He tells me to enjoy and he will be back in just a minute. 

"Thank you Daddy."

He smiles. I lay back and watch him as he leaves the bathroom. His tight ass, framed perfectly in his nicely tailored suit trousers. I enjoy myself, basking in the warmth of the fragranced water. I close my eyes and think of what he has planned for me next. This is only broken by the thought that I should text my roomies and let them know, not to expect me home tonight. 

Everett returns shortly, naked now. He offers his hand and helps me out of the tub. He takes a fluffy towel and dries me off. Taking his time, kneeling at my feet and working up my leg. When he finally finishes with my back, he wraps the towel around me and lifts my into his arms. He carries me back to the great room, like I can't walk.

Oh my god, he has lit candles and placed them all around the room. There are rose petals strewn all around on the floor in front of the fire, that is now softly burning. He has music playing. It a Sam Smith album, In the Lonely Hour. He puts me gently down on the soft rug, and lays beside me. His fingers stroke the side of my face. The warm glow is reflected on our bare skin. I am again lost in his hazel eyes, that have now darkened with his arousal.

He leans in to kiss me, his hand slips down to my waist. I reach for his chest, as his lips capture me. His soft lips belies his need. My hand trails down his strong abs, to his turgid cock. I squeeze his thick shaft, as a growl escaped his lips.

"Oh Daddy, your cock is so big. How will I ever be able to take you inside me?"

He growls again, "we will take it slow babygirl."

His kisses move down my neck, gently biting me. A bolt of lightning goes down my spine. I stroke his hard cock, my thumb flits over it's bulbous head. It gets slick with his pre-cum. I use the silky cream to rub his cock more. I reach and cup his huge balls, as his kisses are now at my breasts. His lips take first one, then the other nipple. His tongue softly swirl around the hard nubs. I squeeze his cock again, wanting him to enter me. 

He takes my hand and moves it above my head. He rolls on top of me and continues to kiss and suck my breasts. I spread my legs to give him more room. He straddles one leg. I feel his hard cock on my thigh. His lips suckle my nipple. He is tormenting me with not being able to touch him. I try to sneak a hand down to run through his hair, but he swiftly grabs the offending wrist and moves it back.

He lips leave my breasts, but a hand stays there, teasing my nipples, as he kisses his way down my belly. My muscles contract and spasm, as his soft kisses trail down, until he reaches the sensitive spot just inside my hip bone. Oh my god, he remembered. I shudder with need. I move my hand down to run my fingers through his hair again. His eyes look up. I'm struck by their darkness. I pull my hands back, but he reaches to the hearth and picks up a coil of rope.

I recognize it from my research. Its a coil of jute that some use in rope play. He quickly binds my wrist and secures it to my thigh. He grabs the other, and repeats the process. I won't be able to touch him now and I regret my poor control. He spreads my legs, and leans in to kiss my inner thighs. The soft gentle kissed tease me. He moves towards my splayed sex. 

Everett looks up, as his tongue lightly licks my open folds. He starts at the bottom and moves up the folds, to my hard button. I arch my back. My wetness leaks out of my aching hole. He suck my lips into his mouth, gently sucking at first, then taking them in his teeth and biting.

"Uh daddy."

He spreads my folds and his tongue pushes into my hole. It first it's flattened out, as he licks my inner lips. Then he pushes into my depths. I moan loudly, as he takes me. I'm pushing my hips to meet his thrusts. His soft tongue is fucking me hard, as his nose presses against my clit with each stroke. His hand is still teasing my nipple, first one, then the other. Keeping them hard and aching with need. The sensations are coursing through my nerves, to meet his tongue. I writhing in ecstasy.

"Please Daddy."

He continues to tongue fuck me. Squeezing my nipples, twisting them between his thumb and fingers. 

"Please Daddy."

"Please what babygirl?"

"Please Daddy, let me cum."

"Cum," is all he says.

And I'm broken into a million pieces, as he tongues me to an earth shattering orgasm. The spasms roll over me, as my heart beats like a drum in my ears. My breath ragged. 

"Oh thank you Daddy."

"That's my good girl."

Chapter Three

He lets me gain some composure before he helps me to roll over. Now, my face is to the rug, with my ass up in the air. He moves my legs wider. I'm very open and exposed. His strong hands touch my wet pussy, Daddy's pussy. I push back against his hands. My hands are still tied to my thighs, but I want to touch him so badly. 

One hand grabs my still reddened ass, squeezing tight, as his fingers enter my folds. They flower around his intrusion, as his thick fingers take my open hole. They slowly move in and out, while twisting inside me.

"Oh yes Daddy."

I'm moaning over and over. His fingers take what is his. I feel the spasms of another orgasm quickly start in my core. I try to hold back, taking his ministrations. His hand comes down hard on my ass, stinging sharply. The slaps come back and forth on each red cheek, as he fingers my needy pussy, Daddy's pussy.

"Oh Daddy please, let me cum again."

"Cum babygirl."

"Oh thank you Daddy."

I am pushing back against his thrusts, as my body loses control again. My juices flow out of my folds, while I grind on his fingers. I hear the wet sloshing of my arousal, as his fingers me. My turgid nipples abraid on the rug, as I cum so hard I see stars. He thumbs my engorged clitty and it sends me over the top again.

"I'm still cumming Daddy, oh god that feels good."

My channel clinches his huge fingers, as the spasms wash over me. His other hand moves up my back and softly sooths me, helping me regain my calm. My breathing slows. My heart beats in my chests. He finally removes his fingers, wiping my wetness on my stinging ass cheeks. He checks my bindings for circulation. When he feels that they are not cutting off blood flow, he spreads my legs more, and moves between them.

"Thank you Daddy, you're so good to me."

"You're my good girl."

Sam Smith's song, Lay Me Down, is playing. With one hand on my ass, he grabs his hard cock and rubs it on the slickness running out of my pussy, Daddy's pussy. His now slick head rubs across my sensitive clit. I feel a tingle right to the depths of my core. The fat head presses against my opening, as it slips inside me easily. He sinks in a few inches, teasing me with the head. His hand spreads my ass, as he moves in and out of me. His cock is just teasing me with short strokes. I try to push back but his hand prevents me.

Everett enters me and pulls out. Each time, I whimper with need. His teasing is relentless. He grunts with each entry, working my body, using my hole as he wishes. He finally enters me fully. His hands are now both on my ass. He spreads me wide and sinks into the depths of channel. 

"Oh god, thank you Daddy!"

His thrusts are harder now. He is taking his pleasure. I bare down, milking his cock with my muscles. His sounds of passion feed my soul. He's taking me to the edge again. I'm about to ask to cum when he stops, buried inside me. I groan, but don't complain. I feel his thick cock throbbing inside me. I continue to milk him, begging with my body. Trying to coax his cum with my pussy, Daddy's pussy.

He starts to thrust again, harder now. He reaches and grabs my secured arms, forcing himself into my depths. I'm just an instrument of pleasure for him and I relish the role. He take by force what I am giving him willingly. His hand goes back to my ass, while the other reaches for my ponytail. He lifts me up when he pulls back on my hair. It stings as he pulls on it roughly. His pounding, send a ripple throughout my body. My breasts hang and wobble with each thundering thrust. My hard nipples rub roughly against the rug.

"Oh Daddy, let me cum for you again."

He doesn't answer but keeps pounding his babygirl. I feel his thick cock begin to throb and swell. I know he is close, as the thick dick fucks my open pussy, Daddy's pussy.




Michele's Mistake Pt. 04



"Please Daddy."

"Cum with me babygirl."

He pulls back on my hair, his hand slaps my red ass, as he fucks me with abandon. I am tossed over the ledge, his cock taking what it wants. I cum again so hard that I see stars. My entire body tingles, from my breasts, as they abraid on the rug, to my open hole that is being fucked by Daddy's giant cock. His cum is sent into my waiting hole, splashing inside me, sending spasms again throughout my body. He lowers me down, letting my hair go, returning to my red ass. 

"Thank you Daddy."

"That's my good girl."

My back is still arched, as his cock eases out of me slowly. I feel our warm sticky cum ooze out of gaping slit, dripping down on my throbbing clit, before dripping on down. He begins to release my bindings. I feel the rush of cool blood return. He rubs my wrists and thighs, were the jute has left temporary marks. I whimper with his touch and aftercare. He sits me up and takes my face in his hands and softly kisses me. He flicks a rose petal from my cheek. His eyes look into the depths of my soul.

"MMMmmm thank you Daddy, that was wonderful."

"Yes, it was. Now come on girl, let me take you to bed."

He lifts me up and cradles me in his arms. I'm glad this time, as my bones feel like rubber. My strong Daddy carries me to his bed and lays me down. I tell him of my need to let my roomies know I won't be coming home. He hands me my phone, while he tends to the great room. 

When he returns, he finds me having trouble texting any logical sentences. He takes my phone and sends a text to Carol that I will be staying with him for the weekend, and I will talk with them later. She returns the text with "you have to tell me everything when you get back." He smiles up at me. I flush at the thought of telling them what just happened to me. He moves into to bed next to me. I curl up in his arms, and lay my head on his strong chest. I quickly fall fast asleep to the beating of his heart, fully sated by my Daddy for the night.

To be continued...



Michele's Mistake Pt. 05



Chapter One

When I woke up at Everett's house, it was to an empty bed. I was kinda stiff and sore, but in the most glorious of ways. I stretched and yawned and got out of bed. The clock said it was 10:30. Wow, I never sleep that late on the weekends. I went to the bathroom and relieved myself. I found his discarded shirt from last night and put on over my naked body. As I got the hallway, I smelled something wonderful. Everett was in his kitchen making breakfast.

"Hello babygirl."

"Hi Daddy," I said blushing.

"Make yourself at home, I'm almost done. Are you hungry?"

"I'm famished."

"You could help by setting the table. The dishes and glasses are in the cupboard there and the silverware is in that drawer."

I started putting out two plates and silverware for both of us. When I went by him to get some glasses, he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me. His soft lips took mine. I felt the stirrings of passion again in my core. His tongue searched for mine. They fought in a loving way, playfully. When he had to go back to cooking, he playfully slapped my ass.

"Ouch, Daddy," I said giggling.

"It's your fault babygirl, you look too naughty in my shirt. I just had to spank you."

I smiled and put the glasses down on the table. I sat down and watched him finished cooking. He looked so at ease in the kitchen. He worked efficiently, not a wasted move. He was a great multitasker. 

He was wearing a pair of scrubs like doctor's wear. They hung adorably off his hips. He was shirtless and in his bare feet. His hair was tousled but not is a "bed head" sort of way. Yep, he was one fine looking man.

He finally finished and brought the food to the table. I got up and poured us each a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. He liked his black, I had to have cream and sugar with mine. We sat next to each other and had a wonderful breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Because it was made by him, it was better than the expensive meal last night.

While we were eating and having pleasant conversation, I was thinking of what I could do for him today, that would be reciprocal to what he had done for me last night. I mean, he was super romantic, and caring. He made me feel at ease, and loved. I wanted to do something like that for him. Giving him something of myself.

I was still mulling the thought over in my head, when we finished eating. I helped clean up the dishes and put away everything. When we finished, he took me in his arms again and we kissed. His arms encircled me, I felt his hands roaming all over my body. My arms were around his neck, as I leaned up to kiss him. I could feel the hardness of his cock, pressing against my belly.

His hands went down to my behind, and he squeezed them softly. A moan escaped my lips. I reached down between us and grasped his cock, giving it a good squeeze back. His quick intake of air, let me know what was needed, and what I could do to reciprocate to him.

I took his hand and led him back to the bedroom. We turned and stepped into the master bath. Like he had done for me last night, I turned the water on in the tub and adjusted the temperature. I also added the oils, minus the bubbles, to the water. I turned and kneeled at his feet, my hands going up to the waistband of his scrubs. I untied them and pulled them off. His cock was already getting hard. I took it in my hands and stroked it softly. I looked up into his eyes, licking my lips. He grunted, as the side of lip turned up. 

"Daddy, I want to give back what you did for me last night. I didn't have time to plan like you, but let me try."

"I'm in your hands, literally."

I giggled, as I stroked his hard cock. "Very funny Sir."

With that, I took him in my mouth. I kept my eyes on his, as I took him down my throat. At first, I just moved my lips up and down, while my hands gently stroked him. I swirled my tongue around the shaft, and teased him. But I don't want to play my hand just yet, so I get him all riled up and stop. 

"That's enough for now Sir, let's get you in the tub."

"You're the boss today girl."

I let him get in first, and I slip his shirt off of me. I'm standing there with just his choker on. He smiles up at me, and I blush. I slip down beside the tub and I wash his feet and legs. I take my time, as I want this to be a tease for later. I move up his thighs and skip over the "good" parts like he did.

Then I have him slip forward, and I get in the tub behind him. I wrap my legs around him and take the sponge and begin to rub his back and shoulders. The soap and water running off the muscles of his back is almost more than I can stand. I will have to control my impulses, if I'm to make this a special day. 

When I'm finished with his back, I move closer and wrap my arms around him and begin to wash his chest. My soft breasts press into his back. I hear him groan with lust. I kiss his strong back, as I gently wash his body. The softness of the soap against his rippled muscles feels so sensual. 

I wash his arms, lingering on his biceps and shoulders. I pull him tight when I finish. His grunts entice me to explore his body. I take my hands and reach down between his legs. I made sure that I washed around his turgid shaft. I could feel his arousal, as I washed him. I sense his impatience but to his credit, he never forced the issues. When I finished, I slipped out of the tub and left him to soak, just as he did the night before.

"Sir, do you have a Red Room, like in 50 Shades of Grey?"

"I do. It's downstairs in the basement. Why do you ask?"

"I'd like to go down there and see if I can come up with something to do with you there."

"There are an infinite amount of things I'd like to do with you down there babygirl."

Blushing, "Sir, I mean that I can do to you."

"Yes, there are oils, toys, as well as, a bed down there. You're welcome to explore and come up with something."

"Thank you Sir, you just relax and I will be back soon."

I dry off and head downstairs. My heart is beating out of my chest. When I first get down there, I am impressed with the sheer size of the room. There are several, what I would call, apparatuses. Some that I've seen in my online research, but many that I've never seen before. There are drawers full of all kinds of toys and playthings. I try to rummage through as much as I can find. Despite my propensity to get distracted, I quickly find what I'm looking for and place it in an area where I can access it.

I light some of the candles that are already placed around the room. I adjust the sconces that are on the walls, to a lower light setting. I find his stereo system. It's run by computer and has so much music on there, I can't decide what to play. I finally chose the soundtrack to 50 Shades of Grey. I thought it was a bit ironic. Once it starts, I head back up to retrieve my Sir.

When I get back to the bathroom, he appears to be getting out already. I quickly grab a towel and offer to dry him off. His slick body is almost more than I can stand. I towel his back and shoulders, then down to his legs. I turn him around and while I'm on my knees, I dry his legs, up his thighs, and his still erect cock. I give him a quick kiss on the bulbous head before moving back up and dry his stomach and chest. When I'm done, I look up into his eyes. I find myself fiddling with my choker, as I stare into his darkening hazel eyes.

"Sir, if you'd follow me. I'd like to go to your Red Room now."

"I'm all yours."

I lead him down the stairs. When we arrive, he comments on the ambiance I have prepared. I lead him over to the bed and pull back the sheets.

"Sir, if you would please lay down on your stomach for me."

"Yes, Mistress," he says.

I blush, knowing I could never be a Mistress to him, but I enjoy his playfulness. I have massage oils warming by the bed. I crawl onto the bed, and straddle him. The feel of our flesh on flesh is intoxicating. I start with running my fingers through his hair. I massage the sides of his head, and behind his ears. He moans with my touch. When I get to the base of his neck, I dip my hand into the warm coconut oil and rub it onto my hands. 

I rub his neck and out to his shoulders. He tells me that it feels good. I can't feel the heat stirring between my legs, as I rub his taut muscles. Annie Lennox's, I Put A Spell On You, is playing on the speakers. I giggle at the irony. I move down his back, working his spine, pressing hard into his tight muscles. I work the oil out away from his center. I take my time and enjoy touching him. His grunts and groans only encourage me.

I slip down further, and work his tight fanny. Kneading them with the backs of fists, but with the occasional squeeze for my benefit. I turn around and sit on his back, facing his feet now. I re-oil my hands and work down his thighs. I work down to his feet. I bend them back and rub them gently. Taking each toe, and then the bottom of his soles. I move back up his thighs, getting close to his private area, but not quite. I slip off him and give him a slap on the butt, like in the movies.

"Hey," he says.

"Turn over Sir," I giggle.

Chapter Two

He complies. I straddle him again, facing his feet. My sex is right on top of his erect cock. His lustful grunt is felt in my core. I try to sit still, not wanting to let things get out of control yet. I start back at his feet and work my way back up his thighs. I slip my weight back on his chest, as I work his upper thighs. I feel his hands on my ass.

"Sir, no touching. Behave or I will have to tie you down."

"Yes, Mistress," he says playfully again.

Beyonce's, Haunted, is playing. I work all round his cock. I rub some oil onto his shaft and balls. I spread the oil around his scrotum. His hands are touching me again.

"I warned you," acting as if I am mad.

I get off of him and get the restraints that are already attached to the bed. I attach them to his feet, spreading them. Then I move up and take his arms above his head. When I am strapping them down, He nips at my breasts that are hanging near his face.

"Sir, do I need to get a muzzle?"

"How am I supposed to resist your lovely breasts when you have them so near?"

"You just behave, or else."

"Or else what baby girl."

"Just or else..." I giggle. "I may have to punish you Sir."

Once he is secure, I climb back onto him. This time facing him. Again, my now wet pussy, his pussy, is rubbing against his erect cock. Because he is restrained now, I rub my clit against his cock. My hands on his chest, I move back and forth, riding him. The Weeknd's song, Where You Belong, is now playing. I re-oil my hands and begin to work his abs and chest. I'm still grinding on him as I do. The lust in his hazel eyes, tempts me to end this and take him inside me. It takes everything I have not to.

While I'm doing his shoulders and arms, my breasts are dangling near his face. It gives me an idea. I reach for the oil again, this time I rub it onto my breasts. I cup them and squeeze them, as a show for him. All the while, still grinding on his hard shaft. I scoot down on his legs, and lower my oily breasts onto his erect cock. I rub them against him. He groans and pushes his hips up to meet me. I let his swollen cock, slide between my breasts, as I squeeze them together.

I slowly move up his taut body, rubbing my breasts on him. I don't know if he feels the same way about this as I do, but if his sounds are any indication, they seem to. When I get to his face, I let them hang over him, tempting him. I let one nipple touch his face. 

"You may suckle Sir."

With that he takes my erect nipple into his mouth. His tongue feels so good, laving my tight bud. I let him take in the other nipple. Oh god, that feel so good. I am not going to last long this way. I have so much more I want to do, while I have a captive audience. So I reluctantly move back. I'm sitting on his chest. I spread my legs and show him what this has done to me. My labia has flowered and my lips are swollen with lust. My clit is peeking out from under it's protective hood, starving for attention.

I can see him lick his lips in anticipation of using his tongue on me, and as tempting as this is right now, I have something better in mind. I reach down with my oil slicked hands, and rub myself. I am looking into his eyes, but they are staring at where my fingers are playing. I circle them around my hard clit. I'm biting my lower lip, as I swirl my fingers around. Then I bring them to my mouth and wet them. His eyes meet mine and they are dark with need.

I tease him by working my fingers in and out of my mouth, like I would his cock. He grunts with desire. I'm sure if the roles were reversed, his cock would be buried in my throat right now. But I lower my fingers back to my sex and remind him who's running the show. I slip two fingers inside me. They slide in with ease, as the oil and my juices mix. I work my fingers in and out. The sounds of my arousal are quite evident. 

The Weeknd's, Earned It, is now playing on the stereo. My fingers move out and rub against my sensitive clitty. I can feel myself getting close to an orgasm. I know that I am, supposedly, in control today, but I don't think I can cum without his permission. I don't have the nerve to ask him, so I stop and get off of him. I stroke his cock a few times, then tell him I have to go prepare the last part of my "treatment."

I leave to the next room for just a minute. I listen, just in case he gets into trouble. When I return, he is resting comfortably. I move beside him. I hold up a silicone cock ring. I think I am passively asking permission to put it on him. 

"I'm in your hands Michele, do with me what you will. You will respect my safe word right?"

I squeal with joy, "Oh yes Sir."

I gently grab his cock. I place the ring around it, at the base. It's tight, I ask him if he's ok, and he nods. Once I'm sure it's in place correctly, I stroke his cock. I cup his balls, stroking them softly. I'm watching his eyes, as my hands manipulate him. His breathing is ragged. I know he is near coming. I squeeze his cock, taking him nearer to the edge. When I feel he's there. I stop, releasing him and look into his eyes.

I was expecting some sort of angry response, but all I see is lust filled eyes. I let him regain his control and start again. This time, I lean down and take the head of his cock into my mouth. I can feel the pulse of his heartbeat. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. My hands continue to stroke his shaft and balls. I do this very slowly, much less than if I were trying to satisfy him. I want to tease him sensually. When I feel his cock begin to swell, I release him again. That was very close, his cock is pulsing, as if it were ejaculating. But nothing comes out. I let him regain control again. When I reach and squeeze his cock, some pre-cum oozes out. 

"Do you have a little gift for me Sir?"

He only grunts, I lean in and lick the sweet and tangy juice from his cock. I swirl my tongue around the head. My hand squeezes his cock and some more leaks from the head. I lick it up, and run my tongue on the slit of his penis. He moans loudly. I begin to stroke him. A slow and sensual pace again. His eyes are darker now. He is filled with lust. I know I can't keep him like this forever, but I bring him to the precipice once more. I let go and watch in awe as the thick shaft pulses, bouncing up and down. 

Chapter Three

I finally reach down and begin to remove the restraints on his feet. Like he did mine, I rub them, to help with the return of circulation. I then move to remove the restraints on his wrists. When I'm finished, he starts to get up. I hold him in place.

"Sir, give me a second to get in my position. You are now back in control."

I quickly get down on the floor beside the bed. I get in the "Ass up" position, as he has taught me. I'm on all fours, with my legs spread, my head is on the floor, my back is arched. This presents my pussy and ass, all his of course. My weight is resting on my elbows, with my hands even with my shoulders, pointing forward.

When he does get off the bed, he lustfully groans, when he sees that I have lubed my rectum and placed a medium butt plug in. I wait patiently for his touch. He moves around me and goes to one of the walls. He is fiddling with something, I hear chains rattle. I dare not look. I am antsy with what he plans to do to me. I am ready for anything. I want to end my day of exploration with him, by offering my virgin ass.

He returns and lifts me to my knees. I see that he has a leash. He clips it into the O-ring of my choker. He places padded leather cuffs to my wrist and ankles. His hands touch me softly, teasing me now. He then leads me over to a bench. 

I am crawling behind him on my hands and knees. I can feel my sex leaking down my thighs. I would have never guessed how sexy it would feel to crawl at his feet. I wiggle my plug filled ass, as he sets me on the bench. He secures me there, with my wrist cuffs to the front O-rings of the bench. 

His hands touch me, as they move down my body. When he is behind me, he takes my legs and spreads them wide. He then attaches my ankles cuffs to O-rings that are placed in the floor. I am left spread and open for him. His hands first go to my splayed folds. His fingers run through my slick trough. I whimper with need already. I can expect some repercussions from my earlier liberties with him.

I wiggle my ass, in my way of trying to tempt him. I receive a firm slap on my ass, as a result. I regain my composure, and he softly strokes my upturned ass. His hand touches the plug, pressing it further inside. I hold still, but feel the fullness of it inside me. He twists it, turning it around. The feeling is so great. I've never really done much play back there. I've had the plug in several times at his request to train me.

When I finally feel him pulling, I know that he is ready. I know I am. I want to give this to him. To show him that I am truly his, all of me. I feel the thick part of the plug, pull through my tight ring. It comes out with a plop. It feels like I am gaping open. I feel his fingers move inside. He starts with two fingers. He works them in and out with ease. When he spreads them, I fill my body loosen up and take the intrusion.

He finally removes his fingers, I can feel his hands on my ass cheeks. He spreads them with one of his hands. The next feeling I have is the thick head of his cock at the entrance. All at once, I tense, thinking his huge cock will never fit inside me. He must sense this.

"Easy Michele, we will go slow. Trust me."

"Yes Sir. I'm ready."

With that he presses his cock against my opening. I take a calming breath, and push back against him. I have at least learned that from my practice with the plug. Just when I feel that it's not going to work, his head slips beyond the tight ring. He waits there, letting me adjust to his size. After a few minutes, he starts to slowly move in and out very shallow. There is some burning, but I feel my body relax and let the pleasure override the pain.

His cock is moving in and out more deeply. He gets into a rhythm. The fullness I feel is sending me close to edge. I never had any idea this could be so pleasurable. When I am close, he stops, deep inside me. I feel the pulse of his throbbing cock. I try to move back against him, but I have limited movement. 

He leans down and wraps a leather strap around my hips. He pulls back on it, and starts to move again. The strap holds me exactly where he wants me. His tempo is more needy. My body and shaking with every thrust. My breasts are wobbling, as they hang on either side of the bench. The combination of restraints and his strap have me flirting with the ledge again. He is taking his pleasure from me. I am lost in his ministrations.




Michele's Mistake Pt. 05



"Please SIr, may I cum."

My breath is ragged, and I hear my heartbeat in my ears. I am struggling with holding, waiting for permission to release. Just when I am about to explode...

"Cum for me Michele."

His command is interrupted by my orgasm. Ripples of spasms roll over me. I feel my pussy, his pussy, clinch with each wave. The fullness of his throbbing cock, sends me flying. He continues to use the strap to hold me, as he is still pounding my once virgin ass. I can feel his cock swell before his hot jism is shot into the depths of my bowels. This launches me off on another wave of pleasure. I'm screaming his name, over and over, as the orgasm takes me to a place I've never been before. I'm soaring.

He slowly slips out of me. I don't think his erection has subsided. As he starts to release me, I notice that he still has the cock ring on. His shaft is still hard, and pulsing. It wobbles in front of me, as he bends to release my wrists.

"Sir, should we remove the ring?" I ask in a concerned voice.

"I'm just fine Michele, I'm not finished with you yet."

I flush, as he helps me up from the bench. He picks me up and carries me to the bed. He lays me down and goes to the bathroom that is around the corner. When he returns, he tells me that he had to use a disinfectant before we could continue.

He crawls between my thighs, and enters my wet pussy, his pussy, with one stroke. I've never seen or heard that someone could recover so fast from an orgasm. His obvious erection is proof that you can. His rhythm is aggressive. His need is evident. I'm still sensitive from his taking me, but I quickly find myself nearing the edge again. This man is going to wear me out.

I can feel his thick cock hitting the depths of my channel. His sweat is falling onto me. We are both covered in a wet sheen from our passion. I can feel his cock swell again, we are nearing the finish. As he loses himself in me, I try to hold off. But when he empties himself in my sloshing slit, I can hold off no longer.

"Daddy..."

"Cum"

And we go off together again. We both are breathing hard. I can feel his heartbeat in his cock. It takes forever for us to calm. He stays on top of me, resting most of his weight on his elbows. The weight that is on me, makes me feel warm, and wanted. I wrap my legs around him, to let him know I don't want him to move. We stay like this for a long time, before he does roll off me and lays beside me. His hand takes mine. We lay there, still catching our breaths. As we cool down, I roll over and kiss his shoulder.

"Thank you Daddy. That was truly wonderful."

"I should be thanking you. I've never let a submissive take that much control. I can honestly say it was quite liberating."

I feel so pleased that my turn with sensual domination has been met with equal satisfaction. When we finally have calmed completely, I help him take the cock ring off. I take his semi-erect shaft in my mouth. I softly clean the results of our union off. Before I let it slip out, I take him all the way down my throat. I know that it's not officially deepthroating him, but I want him to know I am trying. He kisses my head, and picks me up and carries me back upstairs and places me in his regular bed. We could both use a nap after all the activity. It doesn't take long before we are both asleep in each other's arms.

To be continued...



Michele's Mistake Pt. 06



Chapter One

After a lovely weekend with Everett, it was back to school and work for the rest of the week. As before, he would text me and tell me what to wear each day. In turn, I would text him a picture of what I looked like before leaving. We had fallen into a nice routine. I continued to journal my thoughts and sent them to him for review. Some of the nights at work, he would visit and we'd get to see each other. One of those nights, he told me that he was going to take me to The Pit. He explained that The Pit was a lifestyle club that he was a member of.

Everett told me that it would be my "coming out" party and I would be his special guest. The date was Saturday the 16th of June. 

"Daddy, that's my birthday!" I squealed.

"Oh, then we will have to make it that much more special babygirl."

The rest of the week dragged by. The only solace were the tasks that Daddy had me do. One of them was my continued to wear suggestive clothing to school. I was beginning to get some attention for my attire, or rather, what they were revealing. Several of the guys in my classes were stopping me and wanting to talk. Some of them even asked me out. Of course, I politely declined but thanked them for asking. I kept Daddy updated on these conversations. He encouraged me to continue to interact with them.

Matt had walked me home a few times. I had helped him with some papers of his several semesters ago. He was always a gentleman, but clearly was interested in something else. I would always catch him staring at my breasts or placing a hand on my behind, if I would stumble in my heels. It was nice, and I became used to his touch. We never did anything that would be called sexual, but it would leave me stimulated. These kinds of interaction made the week go by a little faster.

It was my time alone at home that would drag on. My roommates continued to asks questions about Everett. I finally admitted to them that we were "dating." They seemed impressed. Both Carol and Jill, would try to get more information out of me all the time. It was interesting, we had hardly spoke much until they had noticed my change in attire, and especially after they met Everett.

As the day drew nearer, my imagination was running in overdrive. I kept thinking about what it would be like to go to a lifestyle club. He had describe what the place looked like, and some of the activities that happened there. He told me that there would be submissive's with their Dom's or Domme'. Sometimes, there would Dom/Domme's alone, or submissives alone. That many played, using the equipment. That play was both public and private. There were monitors, people who were paid by the club to keep an eye on all play, to make sure that everything was safe, sane, and consensual.

The thought of playing in front of others was a bit scary for me, but yet I would feel aroused when I thought of it. I even had a dream about it one night. I was naked, hung by my hands with a rope. My feet barely touching the ground. Daddy was giving me some lashes with a flogger. I could hear the "uhs" and "ahs" from the crowd. The flogger would stripe my front and back. When he had sufficiently reddened my breasts, he came close and lifted my leg. He removed his cock and plunged it into my wet and waiting pussy, his pussy.

I woke up that morning with drenched sheets. My chest flushed and nipples hard. I texted him about the dream. He said that it was pretty close to what does go on there. I could not get The Pit out of my mind. I was really looking forward to going. My only resignation was, would I perform well enough to please him, and not be a disappointment.

Saturday night finally came. Everett had texted me what to wear. I put on my black corset that left my breasts exposed, but lifted. I wore thigh high stockings with 6" heels. I was instructed to wear a full raincoat to cover me, until we were in the club. When I texted my picture, he sent back his usual warm compliment.

My roomies cornered me before I could leave. They were asking what was going on. I told them that Everett was taking me out for my birthday. In their now more curious way, they wanted to know where I was going and why I was wearing a raincoat. I told them, it was a bit cool, so thought I'd wear a jacket to cover my dress. I told them I was going to a club for dancing. It didn't put them off for a second. When Carol asked to see my dress, I told her it was nothing special.

She and Jill pulled back the jacket and revealed my corset and my exposed breasts and pussy, his pussy. Instead of giving me grief, they both looked with lustful eyes at my displayed body. They both gave me compliments on my chosen attire. I explained that Everett chooses my clothing.When they asked again about where I was going dressed like this, I finally told them Everett was taking me to The Pit. They both squealed and said they'd both wanted to go. They had heard wonderfully wicked things happened there. I was finally able to get away from them when the doorbell rang, and I told them that I would ask about them coming at a later date. 

Everett was at the door and I met him there. Both Carol and Jill, greeted him. He smiled and told them not to expect me back for the rest of the weekend. They giggled and waved goodbye. On the way to the car, I told Daddy that they both had seen my attire and knew where we were going. I told him that they both had heard of The Pit and wanted to come with us sometime. He placed his hand at the small of back and said he would think on it.

When we were in the car and heading towards the club, Everett gave me a wrapped box. He told me that it was part of my birthday present. I opened the box. It was a stainless steel collar. It was beautiful. He told me that this would be an official collar, signifying his property. It would provide protection from others at the club. I would only be required to wear it in this kind of situation. 

I had to remove my choker, but as he placed the collar on my neck, I felt a rush of blood to my face. My sex, while already leaking from anticipation, flooded my folds. This would show everyone that I was his. It had a single O-ring in front and was locked in back. He held the key on a leather around his neck. He leaned in and kissed me sweetly. The rest of the way, he held me in his arms, softly stroking my arm.

Chapter Two

As we enter the club, I felt a tingle go down my spine. There is a very small line of people at the front desk. A cute young woman is sitting and greeting them as they sign in. When we get to the table, she brightens as Everett signs us in. He introduces me and she takes my coat. Her eyes slip to my corset and gives me a warm smile. She places a green wristband on me. She tells me that it will let everyone know this is my first time here, and thus a newbie. I finger my new collar, as she explains this.

Daddy places his hand on the small of back again, and guides me into the main room. Its looks just like a regular club at first. Then I notice a few stages. There is one with a St. Andrew's Cross, one with a chain suspended from the ceiling, like my dream. I flush when I see it. Daddy gives me a tight squeeze. We walk over to a bar in the back and he orders us both a drink. He gets a scotch straight up and I get a virgin pina colada. There only a handful of people here. He explains that it's still early in the evening. The people who are here, have been invited to my birthday party.

He introduces me to a couple at the bar. The woman is dressed in a severe corset. She is holding a leash attached to a lovely older woman who is naked , except for her collar and kneeling at her feet. They are Mistress Stephanie and slave ann. Mistress takes my offered hand and pulls it to her lips and kisses it. I blush. I wonder if I am supposed to be kneeling. Daddy takes me back into his arms, as if answering my unspoken question. 

Another couple arrives. They are introduced as Master Evan and his wife and submissive Terri. Master Evan kisses my hand too, and makes a comment to Daddy that I look impressive in my corset. My face goes hot again, as they talk about me as if I wasn't there. Terri is also kneeling and has her head placed against her Master's thigh. I nervously take a sip of my drink. As everyone sits at the bar chatting, several other couples and singles come to the bar area. When there is a rather growing group, Daddy has Terri and ann help with getting prepared. I'm not sure what I'm being prepared for, but I go with them as instructed.

They take me to a back area. I am stripped of everything except my new collar. My hair, which I had taken great effort to fix up nicely, is placed in a tight ponytail. Then I'm led into and great banquet room. The table is set for several people. Terri and ann help me to get on the table. My questioning look must have been obvious. They explain that I am to be my own birthday cake. I lay on my back, near the center of the table. My arms are tied to the sides of the table and my feet to the bottom corners. I am blindfolded and left there. They both tell me I look wonderful and that someone will be in shortly to set the table and turn me into a cake. I hear them giggle as they leave.

Time seems to go by slowly, but I'm sure it was only minutes. I hear several people bustling around me. I hear dishes and silverware being placed. I finally hear a rolling cart coming near. I feel something cool being placed around me. I'm assuming that it is slices of cake. When I am fully surrounded by the cool cake, I smell fresh fruit and feel it being placed on me and around me. No one speaks to me. It's as if I am not there, only a placement for decoration. I finally feel something very cool being placed on my nipples and right above my vulva. I am already greatly aroused, but this is very stimulating. I lay there as everyone seems to leave. I guess that their preparations are done.

It doesn't take long for people to start filing in. I hear chairs moving and people chatting. I hear Daddy's voice in my ear. He tells me I look scrumptious and that I am making him proud. He tells me to expect people to touch me during dinner. I smile and thank him for his warning and kind words. I smell food being served. Everyone is having polite conversation. It's a little disconcerting that no one seems to be noticing me. Again, it's like I'm not there. Occasionally, Daddy will place a morsel in my mouth. The food is very good. I'm not that hungry, as I have been nervous all day. But I thank him with each treat.

Towards the end of the meal, I hear more clinking of glasses and toasts to my "coming out, and Birthday." I flush with hearing this. Soon a hand touches the bottom of my breast. Another hand slides down my leg. I hear the flick of what sounds like a lighter. Daddy leans in and tells me that candles have been lit for my birthday cake. As the hot wax drips down, I realize that the candles are in the heavy cream on my nipples and right above my vulva. I wiggle a little, as the wax drips on my skin. I bite my lower lips and try to hold still. Soon people are taking some of the cake that has been placed around me. I hear the sounds of a few people getting onto the table with me. They all start to sing "Happy Birthday" and at the end, several people blow the offending candles out. I thank them.

Then the candles are taken out of the cream and several tongues are licking the cream from my body. This is very stimulating and I am squirming again. Some hands take up some cake and spread it all over my body. Hands and tongues seem to be everywhere. A very soft tongue is licking my folds, while two others are at my nipples. I get a mouth full of cake, with some of it getting on my face. Just when I am beginning to get overwhelmed with this stimulation, a hard cock is placed in my hand, then another in my other hand. I gently stroke them. It seems as though my entire body is being licked at the same time. I hear moans and assume that many others are being used at the table. My mind is wondering with the images that I can't see.

Someone places a half of banana in my mouth. I hold it as another mouth slowly eats it until our lips meet. I kiss the unknown lips. They are soft, so I suspect they are another woman, maybe Terri or ann. Our tongues meet, as they swirl around each other. The tongue at my folds is pushing deep into my wet pussy, his pussy. I moan into the mouth of my kisser. I can feel myself getting close to cumming. I whimper with need. I can't move very much, but my hips are pushing up from the table, to meet the tongue there. I guess someone noticed this, as a small scoop of ice cream is placed there. I scream with the change in temperature. I can feel the cold ice cream melting, and dripping down between the folds of my needy pussy, his pussy. When the tongue begins to lick me again, it's warmness is soothing.

The cocks in my hands are throbbing, but are replaced from time to time with another. When most of the cake has been licked off me, I feel someone crawl over my face. I hear the voice of Mistress Stephanie telling me to lick her. I push my tongue out, as her wet folds are placed on my mouth. She facing towards my feet. I lap at her clit, as she rubs her wetness on my face. I hear her moans and it excites me. Someone is pinching my nipples, which have been hard the entire dinner. I feel fingers entering me, first one, then two. The tongue is still licking the cream from my engorged clitty. The wet sounds of the fingers fucking me is so erotic. With all this stimulation, I am beside myself. My breathing is ragged, my heart beat is banging in my ears. I am so close to the edge, I'm afraid I'm going to cum without permission. I can't ask for this, as I am servicing Mistress Stephanie.

She does finally cum, as my tongue delves into her folds. I lap as much of her juices as I can, but much of it flows down my face. She moves off, tweaking my nipples as she does. Several tongues come and lick her juices from my face. As they finish, I am finally released from my bonds. My blindfold is removed and I see everyone is in various stages of dress. Daddy is smiling down at me. He leans in and kisses me softly on my forehead. Terri and ann, again lead me out of the room. I'm taken to a shower area and cleaned off. Terri is soaping my body, as ann is rinsing my hair. When I am presentable again, they help me put my corset, stockings, and heels back on. Then they place leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and lead me into a one of the private stage areas.

Chapter Three

The room is barely lit in the audience seating area, but there is a stage that is lit very brightly. Daddy is waiting for me there. I am escorted to the side of the stage. There is a rail like a dance studio. It faces a mirror. Terri and ann take me to the rail, bending me over. My wrists are secured out to the sides and onto the rail. My legs are spread wide, and the cuffs are secured to O-rings in the floor. Daddy comes and places a ball gag in my mouth. He places a small silk cloth in my hand. He tells me that I am about to receive my birthday spanking, and the cloth is my safe sign, as my mouth is gagged. He tells me that if I need to stop, I am to drop the cloth. I nod my understanding. I rest my chin on the bar and look at Daddy through his reflection in the mirror. 

He moves beside me. His legs straddle one of mine. He softly rubs my upturned ass. Its very soothing. I try to take in some calming breaths. Before I can, his hand comes down and smacks my left cheek. I utter a soft moan. Its stings but I don't have long to feel it before he comes down on my right cheek too. He rubs my ass again. Then his hand comes down very hard, with rapid smacks in alternating motion. I whimper with each blow, but hold my position. I hear the crowd's response. Some are gasps, others are moans of pleasure. Daddy begins again with another rapid round of smacks. I can feel the heat building on my behind, as well as, my core. He rubs my quickly reddening ass. His fingers slip down between my splayed folds. He groans when he finds me soaking wet. His large finger press into me. I moan with pleasure, easing the sting of my ass. He works them in and out, slowly at first, then faster. I am on edge, and try to make contact with his eyes. When I am about to whimper again with need, he looks up and catches me looking at him. He stop and wipes my juices on my reddened ass cheeks.

Daddy moves away for a minute. I watch him in the mirror. He is bringing back a set of nipple clamps and some weights. First he attaches the clamps to my erect buds. He lets them adjust, before placing weights on each. Daddy gives me a push, and they start rocking. WOW. He begins again with my birthday spanks. Another rapid fire volley, alternating between each cheek. I'm up to 16 now. I am struggling to hold my position. The weights are swinging, causing a steady pull on my tender nipples. When my knees dip, he stops and lets me calm myself. His gentle hand is placed on my belly, lifting my ass. Then on the small of back, to arch my back, presenting a better target. His hand comes down very hard on my right cheek. I'm thinking in my head 17. Then the other cheek. OOhhhh wow, 18. He rubs my burning behind. Its soothing but still the sting is there. He gives me two quick slaps to each cheek. He rubs my ass again. It gives me time to try and calm myself. The weights are still moving, but my nipples are numb now and I just feel the pull on my breasts. He asks if I am ready for the final two and look into his eyes. I see him smiling. I nod. His hand comes down and gives each cheek a very firm smack. They resonate through my body. When I am about to relax, his hands comes down on my splayed pussy, his pussy. 

Everyone in the crowd yells, "and one to grow on!"

I'm writhing on the rail. The weights are moving, pulling on my breasts. When I hear the zipper of your trousers, I look up. He's behind me and begins to rub his hard cock against my wet folds. Our eyes meet again, as he pushes his cock inside me, burying himself in my needy pussy, his pussy. I moan with pleasure around the gag, drool is coming off of my lips and dripping down. Daddy's thrusts are hard, as he take me in front of everyone. My body takes his pounding, as the weights are swaying with my breasts. The pull adds to my sensory overload. Daddy's eyes never leave mine. He tell me to cum whenever the need arises. I am lost with the first wave. His continued thrust never slow, as he pounds my channel. Juices are oozing down my thighs. My second orgasm take over, and my body is racked with spasms. I am flying. His hard cock stretches my hole. His hands reach and spread my cheeks. Daddy's cock is not coming out with each stroke, then reenters me with full force. My open and gaping hole waits for each stroke. I press back, as much as I can, meeting his thrusts. I feel his cock swell. I try to squeeze my kegels, to milk Daddy's shaft. 

I hear his grunts, as Daddy's cock erupts inside me. He presses into my depths, holding there. The weights attached to the clamps, slowing stop their swinging. While Daddy is still buried in me, he reaches around and unclamps my nipples. The rush of blood into my nipples, send me over the edge again. My pussy, Daddy's pussy, clenches around his softening cock. He stays there, letting me calm. His hands softly cup my hanging breasts, soothing my nipples with his touch. When Daddy's cock slips out, I feel his warm cum mixed with mine, wetly drip from my splayed lips. Terri and ann come back on stage and release me from the rail. Daddy take me in his arms and holds me tight. The room is filled with loud applause, as he lean in to kiss me sweetly.

"Happy Birthday babygirl."

"Thank you Daddy!"

"Now let's get the rest of the party started."

I quickly drop to my knees and take Daddy's softened cock into my wet mouth. I clean our juices from his shaft, before putting it back inside his trousers and zipping him up again. He leads me to another larger area. The audience follows us.




Michele's Mistake Pt. 06



To be continued...



Michele's Mistake Pt. 07



Chapter One

Daddy leads me into a larger area of The Pit, a lifestyle club he has taken me to celebrate my "coming out and Birthday." We have just finished my birthday dinner, where I was my own birthday cake. I also just received my birthday day spanking while the audience watched and applauded. When we enter the room I see tables set out and decorated. They're submissive serving drinks. Their arms are secured behind them. Trays are hanging from their collars and secured around their waists. The thought of doing that one day for Daddy, stirs something deep inside me. He reaches down and cups my reddened ass with his hand. It's still very tender, and I whimper with his touch. Daddy tells me that there will be games starting soon. That I might enjoy participating in them. I bounce with excitement and ask what kinds of games. He tells me they are submissive games, Pin the Tail on the Subbie, Naked Jenga, Pass the Clothespin, and many others. My mind is reeling with what they all are about.

We sit at a table in front and are served drinks from a submissive serving girl. Her tray is hung from her pierced nipples. She whimpers as we take our drinks. Daddy catches me eyeing her nipples and tweaks mine. An electric shock heads straight to my clitty.

"Do you like those rings babygirl?"

"Yes Daddy, I've always thought about getting mine done. But mine are too sensitive and I'm afraid."

He runs his hands through my hair, and kisses me on the cheek. His smile is electrifying. We aren't sitting long before they call for the first game, it's Pass the Clothespin. I look up at Daddy, and he nods. I squeal and head over to the sign up table. There are eight submissives there, including me. We are divided up into to two teams of four. The rules are explained to us. Each team member will have ten clothespins placed on their body by another sub, only using their mouth. Then the sub that's pinned, must run over to the other side of the room, where another sub will remove them with her mouth and place them on the other sub. Then that sub will run to the other end of the room. The team that gets every sub pinned and to the other side of room wins. For any dropped pin during transport, the sub who placed the pin and one who lost it, each get a swat with the paddle. The team that loses must pleasure the team that wins. Terri is on my team but ann is with the other team. I'm so excited. 

We get in position. I am going to be the one who puts pins on Terri. Master Marcos, the owner of the club, takes a wooden paddle and whacks a service sub on her ass. This starts the game. I bend and take a clothespin from a plate with my mouth. I squeeze it open and place it on her breast. Then another is placed on her stomach. I quickly get them all on and Terri rushes over to the other side. The sub there, I think her name is Mary, pulls the pins off and places them on the other sub. I don't remember her name. When they're done, she runs over to my side again. I take them off her and place them back on the plate. When I'm done, she puts them on me. The sharp pinch of the pin stirs my juices but has a fierce bite. When she has them all on, I run over to the other side. On my way, two of them fall off. I bend and pick them up and rush to the Terri, where she takes the rest off and puts them on the Mary. When Mary is pinned, she runs very fast over to the finish line. I had been trying to keep an eye on the other team. They had a few more lost pins than we did, so we crossed the finish line first.

My team is jumping up and down, hugging each other. We are very excited. Then we're all called to the front table. Those of us who had pins fall off, are lined up at the end of the table. The two girls from the other team are first. One girl received one swat, while ann received two. The sound of the wooden paddle is resounding, and leaves a very red mark on their asses. The sting of my recent birthday spanking is tingling, as I step up to the table. Master Marcos has me bend over. When the paddle comes down, fire burns on each cheek of my ass. I'm rubbing it as I head over to the other end of the table. Our team is already started receiving their "pleasure" from the losing team. I lay on the table next to Terri, who has a female enthusiastically lapping at her sex. When I am in position, ann is there to service me. She starts with gentle kisses on my inner thighs. I put my hands on her head, as she moves closer to my wet folds. She leaves a trail of kisses until she reaches my labia. Her lips suck out outer labia into her warm mouth. My fingers run through her hair. Then she takes the other lip in her mouth. Her fingers run through my sopping folds, as her tongue moves to my erect clitty. She pushes a finger inside me. Her lips take my engorged clit into her mouth. After my recent paddling, it doesn't take long for me to near my orgasm, and ann has a very skilled tongue. I would imagine that her Mistress has her training all the time. As I break over the edge, she curls her finger up and rubs my G-spot. Wave after wave of spasms crash over me. My breath is ragged, but I calming breaths It takes me a while to come back down to earth. When I do, I head back to Daddy. His smile, eases the pain from my paddling a bit. He kisses me as I sit back down, very gingerly. I am able to chat with our table before the call for the next game.

This game is Red Light, Green Light. Again, I look over to him for permission. He smiles and I scurry off to the sign in table. This game is individual play. There are about eleven subs, both male and female in this one. We are all given clover clamps and one ball weight. After we line up at the starting line, they give the rules of the game. Basically, it's just like the child's game where you move when the caller yells out "green light" and you stop when you hear "red light." If you're caught moving during a red light, you have to go back to the starting line. The only difference is that we are going to have the clamps on our genitals. Females with have them attached to their labia, while the males will have them on their penis. I'm not sure who is getting the worst of the deal. The winner of this game gets to chose their pleasure, the losers get two lashes from a triple tail. I don't even know what that is, but I am determine to win!

We are all lined up with the first green light is called. We all move up and stop when the red light comes. The next green light, two subs make a break for it. Both are caught when the red light is called. They move back to the beginning. When most of us are half way, I make my move, I'm almost caught, but I'm not and have a good lead. on the rest. The weights are what really hinder your movement. It's difficult to run with any speed, and stopping is where they pull the most. I find that if you stop too quick, they pull very severely. I try to push back the pain and focus on the prize. On the next run, a male sub gets close to me. We are only steps away from the finish. I look back and give him a smile, but the next green light is called and he zooms past me and wins the contest. I am taking my clamps off when they call the losers to the punishment table again. I step up in line, the others are in front of me. Each take their lashes from the rather severe whip. The sound of the whip striking them has my stomach churning. Their sounds, as it strikes them is scary too. But when it is my turn, I move into position to receive my punishment. The first strike hits me right below my corset. It felt like fire, but I use my breathing to calm me. I step back in position and the last one comes. The tail must have wrapped around, because it struck me on my right breast. I yelp, as the sting radiates to my core. I am holding my breast as I head back to our table. I sit quietly, as Daddy rubs my shoulder. He leans in to kill me and offer me comfort. There is a small tear in my eyes. That whip hurt like fire.

Chapter Two

When the next game is called, I decide to just watch and sit this one out. I nurse my drink, trying anything to distract myself from my flaming breast. This game is Master Says. It's like Simon Says, except there is punishment when you are eliminated not following "Master's" orders. I see that several more subs are entered in this game. I feel kind of sorry I didn't enter, but I sit there and watch out of curiosity. Master Ken is calling the game. He is very tricky and has several subs out on the first few commands. As the game progress, I find myself laughing at the ones that are caught not following commands. At one point he had them all fingering or rubbing themselves. This went on for a several minutes. Quite a few of them were obviously close to cumming. When he shouted "Cum," at least five of them came on command, but were taken out because he didn't say "Master Says." I thought it was a very sneaky trick, as we are all conditioned to cum on command. They are escorted off the game stage just the same. Finally, they are down to two subs, one a male and the other a female. They go on for a few more minutes, when the female sub finally won. I was kinda happy about that because it was the same male sub who beat me before.

The losers all lined up for their punishment. They are placed on a spanking machine and received 10 slaps each. The machine is a bench that you are strapped to or just lean across. The apparatus itself is a cane or paddle, in this case a cane, that is remotely controlled. The controller uses servos to flick the cane towards the person on the bench. I watch as the losers receive their punishment. The cane seems very severe, judging their reactions. Several had to be given time to recover before the next one was inflicted. While this was going on, the female sub was being pounded by another male sub. He was a black man with a very large penis. He was also wearing a cock ring. I found myself torn between watching him and the ones being punished. The female sub didn't last very long before she came. He kept pounding her over and over the edge. I stopped counting her orgasms. The losers finally had all of their punishments meted out and everyone took a break. 

After a rather long break, the games started again. This time I was determined to get back in the spirit of the party. This game was Submissive Jenga. I love the regular Jenga and thought this would be right up my alley, but when they brought the game pieces out, I was amazed at the size. They were made out of large boards. Each one had a command to do once you pulled it from the stack. No one had any idea what their board would say. There were only seven of us playing, all female. The object of the game as we were told, was to remove the pieces and perform the command. If you happened to topple the stack, you had to perform the rest of the night minus your clothes. I didn't think that was such a bad punishment as we were almost naked already. What I found out later, that being naked was not all of the punishment.

Someone started the game and each took a piece out. The first command was to perform a strip tease for another Master. That seemed easy enough. The next block removed was to pick the largest breasts in the room and lavish with their mouth and hands. While it was very close, my breast were determined to be the largest, so the submissive came to me and started fondling my breasts. I blushed full red, as she took great pleasure in teasing me until I was breathing and moaning. When she took my nipples in between her fingers and thumbs, I was begging to cum. My sensitive nipples were my downfall, as I came without being given permission. I thought that was unfair, but took Daddy's spanking without too much fanfare. My ass was very tender after all it's been through tonight. It finally was my turn and I was successful in pulling the block out without it tumbling, although it was teetering precariously. My command was to take the Master of the Game in my ass. I was not prepared for this, but presented myself to Master Ken.

I knelt in Daddy's favorite position, Ass Up. I was on all fours, with both of my holes open and waiting. My head was on the floor, and my back was arched to be in the most pleasurable position for Master Ken. He lubed up his fingers and entered me with one finger first. Then as I opened up to him, he inserted the second finger. He took his time, to let me adjust to him. Once he felt I was ready, he pressed his lubed cock against my entrance. I was very nervous, as I hadn't had much experience. But he was quite gentle and let me adjust to him before starting to move with ernest. I was a whimpering slut by the time he loosed his cum deep into my bowels. I had cum twice by that time, of course he had given me permission to cum as much as I wanted. As I got back to my feet, I looked at Daddy and he had a proud smile on his face. I moved back in line and the game restarted. It only last a few more turns before a winner was determined. Sadly, it was not me. 

Chapter Three

The final game of the night was Hide and Seek. All submissives were signed up automatically for this one. The object of the game was to hide somewhere in the club, while the Masters tried to find you. Who ever found you, got to ravish you in any way they saw fit. The only way you could be saved was to make it back to the punishment table before you were caught. What's the fun in that? I was pleased to see that Daddy was playing. Although I was attracted to most of the Doms and Dommes, I secretly wanted him to catch me. No matter how many times I'd been with him, he never ceased to bring me to a resounding orgasm. Since I didn't know much about the club, I teamed up with Terri and ann. They promised to find me a good place to hide.

As the game commenced, we all took off in various direction. I stayed close to Terri and ann. We went up several flights of stairs, and ended up hiding in a storage closet. I wasn't sure that this was the best place because it left us no means of escape should someone look here. But it was quiet for the first several minutes. You could hear some of the subs being caught. The sounds of their moans and cries for permission to cum were getting me stimulated. Terri and ann felt like this was the time to make our break for the punishment table. I still was a little afraid of getting caught, so I stayed behind. They left, but it wasn't long before I could hear ann in the clutches of someone, but later the sounds of being in the throes of an orgasm. I guess that Terri must have gotten past them. I still waited in the storage closet for a long time. My heart was pounding with excitement.

All at once, I heard the door of the closet open. I could hear footsteps moving around the room. I stayed low, behind the stack of boxes. I felt my heart was beating so loud, that I would be discovered. I found myself holding my breath. But after the sounds of my pursuer stopped, the door opened again and they left. I waited for a few more minutes, to let them clear out. Then made my way to the door. I listened for any sounds from the other side, but heard none. I quietly opened the door and peeked outside. It seemed like no one was around, so I slipped out. I headed back towards the stairwell. As I stepped inside the door, I could hear footsteps above me. I started to make my way down the stairs as quietly as I could. It seemed that the footsteps were getting louder. I increased my pace but they seemed to be getting closer. I looked up the stairs but couldn't see anyone, but yet the footfalls were becoming louder. I was one more flight from the main floor. As I turned to go down the last flight of steps, I ran into Master Marcos coming up the stairs.

"We've been looking for you Michele. You're the only one left unfound."

I screamed and turned to go back up the stairs, but as I hit the top step, I was cornered by Daddy. He stood there, looking down at me. The half smile he had on his face was intimidating. He started down the steps, as Master Marcos was coming up. They both reached me at the same time. The look in both their eyes had me melting. I could feel the wetness, warm and sticky, between my legs. I was being escorted down the stairs by two very hot Doms. When we reached the main room again, I could see that I was the last submissive to be caught. They led my to the center stage, the one with the chain hanging from the ceiling, like my dream. Master Marcos removed my corset, he ran his fingers down my back. His touch sent chills down my spine. My skin had gooseflesh. Daddy came and attached leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Master Marcos went to lower the chain by pushing a button on a winch. Daddy connected my wrist cuffs to the chain, and my arms were raised above my head. There was a crowd gathering around us. Many were those from my birthday party, but some were from the club itself. Master Marcos moved to my feet and attached them to O-rings mounted in the floor. This spread my legs as far as they could go. Then my arms were raised higher, stretching me, until I was on my toes. Both men stroked my body, Master Marcos in back and Daddy in front. I was totally under their control now. The final step was to attach my ponytail to my wrist cuffs, so that it was out of the way. Both men stepped back and observed their work.

When they left, I thought I was going to just be on display. But they both returned shortly with heavy floggers. Daddy came closer. His whispered in my ear.

"Babygirl, we are going to warm you up a bit. Then we're both going to take you in front of this crowd. What are your safe words?"

"Yellow for slow, Red to stop. Sir."

"Very good. Enjoy this."

"Thank you Daddy."

Master Marcos started first by striking my back with the flogger. They was just easy hits, with the tips of the tresses just touching my back. I arched into them. When Master Marcos stopped, Daddy began. His strikes were from the front. The falls were on my belly, and moving up to my breasts. He moved the targets around to warm my entire front up. I was heating up on the insides as well. A sheen of sweat was starting to form on my skin. Then they both started flogging me, in an alternating pattern. One would strike me and stop, then the other would begin. This went on for several minutes. My breath was becoming ragged. It seemed like I was being covered with the tails of the floggers. I had no break, or chance to calm myself. I was nearing the edge, when they finally stopped. Both men neared and touched my skin. The coolness of their hands on my heated body was exhaustingly stimulating. While Master Marcos was exploring between my thighs, Daddy was rubbing my breasts and teasing my nipples. He tweaked my pebbled nubs. As he pulled them away from my body, Master Marcos was plunging two fingers into my needy pussy, Daddy's pussy. I tried to let my head fall back in ecstasy, but the cord holding my hair prevented that. It forced me to look into Daddy's eyes, as they teased my body. My hips were bucking back against Master Marcos's fingers, as I pushed my breasts towards Daddy.

"Please Daddy."

They kept kept up with their relentless teasing. I was biting my lip, so as to not cum without permission. Master Marcos moved closer and pressed his hips against mine. I could feel his stiff cock through his leather pants, pressed against my hot cheeks.  

"Please Daddy."

They both step back again. Each starts to alternate their strikes. Master Marcos is again striping my back and ass, while Daddy is hitting my breasts. They bounce with every strike. My skin is soon afire again. I am lost in between pleasure and pain. This is so much more sensual than my dream ever could be. I can't hold out much longer. I'm struggling on the ledge, waiting to fly. 

"Cum."

The word I have been waiting for. As the spasms course through my body, the two Doms thrash my skin. They leave no place untouched. I am thrashing about, when Daddy lets the tips of the falls hit between my thighs, and I'm off again, soaring. It's almost more than I can take. When they stop, they both surround me, touching my hot skin. The chain is let down and I'm reconnected, so that I am bent at the waist, with my arms behind me. My legs are still spread wide, but my feet are on the ground. I see Daddy unzipping his fly and removing his turgid cock. I can feel Master Marcos pressing his now naked cock against my dripping folds. The two men enter me at once, not giving me a chance to adjust to them. I so wet that Master Marcos slides in with no resistance. Daddy is taking his pleasure with my mouth. I feel consumed by both men. If this is punishment for being caught, I wouldn't have hid at all.




Michele's Mistake Pt. 07



The men switch and I taste my own tangy juices from Master Marcos's thick shaft. Daddy has thrust inside me, into the depths of my core. I am nearing orgasm again. Both men are filling me from either end. This is sensory overload at its finest. I feel the spasms welling up in my body. Each man is thrusting in rhythm. My breasts are swaying, as the sounds of wet skin slapping against each other. I can hear the crowds murmurs, as all three of us near the end. Daddy sends his nails down my back and again I am struggling to hold off. When Master Marcos reaches down to cup my hanging breast, I start moaning around his cock.

Both men in unison, "Cum for us."

And I am flying. Spasms wash over me. Master Marcos's cock swells and spills into my waiting mouth. I swallow as fast as I can, but some drips from my chin. My holes are still filled with cock, as Daddy empties his cum into my channel. The crowd applaudes, as we all cum together. Daddy slips from my slit and leans in to wrap his arms around me. Master Marcos withdraws, and goes to release the winch.

I am unhooked and led back behind some curtains, to the roar of the crowd. Both men hold me up, as my bones feel like rubber. Master Marcos gets me a bottle of water, as Daddy is there with a blanket. He wraps it around me and holds me in his lap. While we are there in aftercare, many of the subs come by and congratulate me for my coming out in the lifestyle and for my birthday. I can barely get words to come out, but Daddy is there to offer them my gratitude. It's been a great night, one that I sure I will be remembering for the rest of my life. I'm so thankful to have such a wonderful Daddy. 

To be continued...



Michele's Mistake Pt. 08



Chapter One

The recovery from my Birthday party took most of the weekend. I was totally exhausted from all the punishment and sex. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't have changed anything about it. I met so many new friends, with so many great experiences, and I have memories that I will never forget. When we did get back to Daddy's house, I basically passed out. I slept late and we ended up just snuggling most of Sunday. We talked about what had happened and what I liked and didn't like. It was a good discussion. When we were through with the Birthday party discussion, Everett dropped a bomb on me. He wants me to move in with him. He also wants me to become his personal secretary at work. That would interfere with my school schedule, so I am going to have to think about that. The moving in part is very tempting. It would give us much more time to play and allow much more time for us to be together. I asked for some time to decide. He has graciously, as always, giving me all the time I needed.

On Monday morning, his driver took me back to my apartment. When I got there, my roommates were waiting. Carol and Jill wanted to know how my Birthday party went and what The Pit was like. I sat down and told them everything. They were inthralled by all the stories. I even showed them the marks that were left from the party. I got flushed when they made comments on them. They were also giving me compliments on my body. I can't say that I've ever been attracted to Carol and Jill in a sexual way, but their touching my marks and their kind words were having an effect on me.

Just about the time I was having those thoughts, I got a text from Daddy. He asks why I hadn't sent the pic of what I'm wearing to class today. When I texted him that I'm was telling the girls about the party, he sent a text back that I should be getting ready for school. I sent back an apology and that I would be sending the pic shortly. Before I could go and get dressed, he sent back another text. (Which class is it that you're going to miss?) I replied that it was Experimental Psychology, and I was currently carrying a 4.0 in that class. He text back that I am to put on my service collar, the one he gave me for the party, and go back into the living room and give each of my roommates a good orgasm.

They both heard my phone go off and the audible gasp from my response to it. Each of them came running to see what dirty little thing he's told me to do. Little did they know, that they were going to be the dirty little secret. When I told them to wait for me on the living room couch, they giggle and headed there. I went into my closet and removed my clothes and put on my collar. When I headed back into the living room, they both gasps, as they watched me saunter into the room. They were sitting on the couch side by side, when I knelt at their feet and placed my hands on their thighs. I looked into their eyes and told them what Daddy had instructed me to do. They both looked at each other and smiled. I realized then, that they had been lovers. It's something I guess I had wondered about, but never really knew for sure.

I reached up and pull Carol's yoga pants down. When I grabbed the elastic band, both her pants and panties came down. She helped by lifting her hips up. While I reached up and stroked her sex, I had Jill lift up her sleep shirt. Now I had both of their pussies exposed in front of me. I leaned towards Carol first, while stroking Jill's labia. They were both wet. My lips met Carol's folds and I gently kissed them. I could smell her arousal and my fingers parted her lips and I pressed my tongue inside her. Her hand gently cupped the back of my head, as she pulled me closer. While my tongue was forced deeper into Carol, my fingers found Jill's sensitive clitty. I worked my finger down through her wet slit and back up to her nub, using the natural lubrication to tease her.

I licked my way to Carol's clit and swirled around it lovingly. I stopped only to wet my fingers, and inserted them into her waiting hole. I was now fingering both of my roommates. The thought that I was doing this to please them, but above all, to please my Daddy, had me dripping. I moved over between Jill's thighs and began to lick her clit. I continued to finger both girls. Jill was so much more responsive to my tongue. Her hips were lifting to meet my fingers, as I laved on her erect bud. Carol was watching me lick her lover, while meeting my fingers with her hips too. Before long, Jill was coming on my face. Her hands kept me there, as I licked up all of her juices. I looked up into her eyes, as hers rolled back into her head. I curled my finger up and gently rubbed her sensitive spot. This caused her to orgasm again. As her body was racked with wave after wave of spasms, I increased the thrusts into Carol's sopping pussy. When Jill was finally coming down, I went back to Carol's needy slit. My tongue dove into her depths. Her hands grabbed my head and pressed me deeper still. I looked up into her eyes, just when Jill leaned over and took Carol's right nipple into her mouth. This was all Carol could take. She started to writhe on the couch, as we both continued to lick her body. I curled my tongue up to flick it against the bottom of her G-spot. Her screams of pleasure were all the encouragement I needed. She came all over my face with her wet juices. There was no way I could have caught it all. She ended up covering my already wet face with more girlie juice.

When I leaned up and started licking their combined juices from my face, I got another text. Daddy wanted to know about my progress was going. I took a picture of the two girl's wet and swollen pussies to show him. He texted back that I had indeed been a "good girl." He told me to get dressed and not to clean the juices from my face. I would wear it as punishment for having missed class this morning. The thought of people smelling the wet pussy juice on my face all day, nearly sent me to orgasm, but I was able to barely hold it off. I finally got dress and thanked the girls, as I was leaving for my next class. 

Chapter Two

Today Daddy had me wearing a simple cotton dress. Of course I had no undergarments on, but I was wearing knee socks and flats. I had gotten use to my unconfined breasts wobbling, for everyone to see. I was supposed to go by the professor's office whose class I had missed that morning. Daddy wanted me to apologize and ask for extra credit. Because of my grade in that class, I'm not sure why I needed to do that, but it was his wish. So after my class, which went by fast, I went to said professor's office, and knocked on his door. He called for me to come in, and I went and sat down in the chair in front of his desk. 

Professor Winston was a rather rotund man, in his last 60's. Who had been a Psychologists most of his life but later moved to education. He had been teaching here for over a decade now. His grey hair and scruffy grey beard gave him that older, sexy vibe. Don't get me wrong, other than every girl's fantasy to make it with the teacher, Professor Winston was not my type. When his question snapped me out of my daydream, I caught him staring at my breasts. I looked down and realized that my nipples were pressing against my thin cotton dress. His question was, what had kept me from attending his class this morning? I flushed at the thought of what had actually made me miss. I fingered the O-ring of my choker. When Professor Winston cleared his throat, I was snapped out of my daydream again. He had moved to the front of his desk now and was peering down at me. His arms are crossed over his broad chest. His imposing stance startled me. He asked me again what had kept me this morning.

I swallowed hard, my finger still fingering my choker. I told him that my roommate had been sick and I was helping her. My eyes couldn't look up at him, but his silence bothered me more. When I did look up, I thought I would catch him looking down my dress. Instead, I found him looking directly into my eyes. He seemed to be waiting for the real answer. So I broke down and told him. I left out everyone's names, but I told him everything. That I was a submissive, that I had just come back from a party at a sex club. I told him that my Master (I left out the Daddy part. That would have been a much longer conversation), and I told him that my Master had punished me for being late for class by having me pleasure both of my roommates. I sat there in his chair with my hands folded in my lap, my legs together, and my head down. I waited for his verbal admonishment, but it never came. When I finally looked, I found him staring at me again. But this time, I noticed that he had a rather prominent bulge in his trousers. 

When I asked him if he had any extra credit I could do to catch up on the class I missed, it came out sounding like a proposition. I tried to swallow the thought before it came out of my mouth, but I didn't. It hung there in the air, while I waited for his answer. He finally told me that there was nothing I could do about the missed class but he thought a punishment was in order. I swear there was an audible gasp and a searing bolt of lightening that went to my core. I felt like a little school girl that had been sent to the principle's office. My first thought was to text Daddy and see if this was something he would allow, then I thought that this is why he must have sent me. So I told Professor Winston that I would submit myself to whatever punishment he deemed appropriate. I must have been staring at his bulge, and involuntarily licked my lips, because he told me that I would not get off that easily.

He told me to stand and bend over his desk. He turned and locked his office door. When we returned, I was leaning over his desk. My ass was pushed back, preparing for his punishment. He ran his fingers through my hair, then pulled it back and whispered in my ear that he was going to redden my ass and to keep quiet because these walls were thin. I nodded my understanding. He licked the side of my cheek and said that my roommates had very tasty pussies. I felt the blood rush to my face, as he let go of my hair. His hand ran down my back until he grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it up. When he noticed that I was not wearing any panties, he told me to remove my dress entirely. I stood and quickly slipped out of it, placing it neatly over the chair I had been sitting in. When I returned back to leaning over his desk, his hands cupped my ass. He was admiring my marks from the weekend. He touched them all. My body was humming. I could feel my nipples pebble and ache with need. My juices were leaking down my thighs. He reminded me again about making any noises.

His hand came down on my right cheek with a resounding thud. No warm up or working his way into it. He thrashed me on one cheek, then the other. My behind was flaming before he stopped to stroke my red ass. His hand were gentle then, teasing me with touch. When his hand went between my legs, I almost came. His fingers traced the wet lips of my folds. He made a comment that my body was a slave to my desires, that having missed his class today was beyond my control. When his fingers slipped into my channel, he told me that this wasn't a punishment at all. That it was a demonstration that my purpose, was to be an instrument of pleasure for my Daddy. He actually said Daddy. When he did, I came without permission. While my body was racked with spasms, he continued with thrashing my red ass. The pain mixed with pleasure, sent me over the edge again. My knees felt weak and I was trembling. When I thought I would go to the ground, his gentle hand held me up. He let me catch my breath and calm my beating heart. Then he told me to kneel. I turned and knelt at his feet. I watched as he unzipped his fly. His strong hand reached in and pulled out his nice cock. He placed his hand on the top of my head, as he stroked his tumescent shaft. It was only inches from my mouth, yet he wouldn't let me have it. My mouth was literally watering. His strong hand stroked, as he pleasured himself in front of me. He stopped to squeeze his turgid shaft. When a drop of pre-cum came I out, I licked my lips and looked up into his eyes, begging to taste him. Instead, he wiped it on my face, rubbing it all over. His wetness was now mixed with my roommates juices. 

The sight of my wet face must have stirred something in him, because when he started stroking himself again, it didn't take long. His engorged cock right in front of my face was more than I could take. I asked if I could touch myself and he nodded. When my hands went between my legs, he told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I did as I was told, my fingers were buried in my aching channel. He placed his hand on the top of my head again, and aimed his cock at my mouth. His strokes became more lusty. He came in thick ropes, that shot into my mouth and on my tongue. His feral grunts were hushed, but sent chills down my spine. With his cum filling my mouth, I came on my fingers like the slut that I am. He squeezed his cock, and drained every ounce of his tangy seed into my waiting mouth. 

He asked where my phone was. With my mouth full, I nodded to my purse. He retrieved it and took a picture of me on my knees with his cum all in my mouth. He made me stick my tongue out further, so he could get a good shot. Then he sent the text to "Daddy" on my phone. He told me that he was sending a message along with the pic, that he looked forward to seeing Everett and myself at The Pit next weekend. (He knows Daddy?) Once it was sent, he allowed me to swallow his cum. He had me clean the remainder from his still leaking cock. While my mouth was on his shaft, he told me that he had seen me this weekend being taken by Master Marcos and Daddy, and that he wanted to have a shot at my pussy soon. He removed his cock and put it back up. He left me there on my knees, until he had sat back down. I didn't dare move without being told. He left me there for a few minutes. My knees were beginning to ache, when he told me to get dress and that he looked forward to seeing me at the club soon. After I dressed, I left his office with "all of my cheeks" flushed red. The taste of his cum was still in my mouth. I smelled like a slut.

Chapter Three

Once I got home, I took a shower and cleaned the days film off me. I sent a text to Daddy that I had decided to move in with him. Then I took a long nap. My body was still recovering from the long weekend. When I woke up, there was a text from him. He was complimenting me on my mouth full of cum. I told him I was slightly miffed about being set up with the Professor. He said that he's known Jack (Professor Winston) for years and thought he was a great guy and a great Dom. I still thought that I should have been warned, but I didn't send this. Everett ended the conversation by saying that he and some friends would be by on Friday afternoon to help with moving my things to his house. I told him I would be packed up and ready by then. 

As the days went by, there was not much going on. My class with Professor Winston were quite different. He called on me for answers when before, he would have selected someone else with their hand raised. I was at least glad he didn't try to embarrass me. His eyes would catch me staring at his crotch and that was a little disconcerting. I left his class, more than once, flustered and wet. I wasn't sure when Daddy would be taking me to The Pit, but I was daydreaming about having his cock in my pussy, Daddy's pussy.

When Friday came around, I had all of my boxes ready. Jill and Carol were being friendly with me, and had fixed us all drinks. When Everett showed, he had brought Master Marcos, and Master Evan along with him. If I had been flustered in class, I was even more distracted now. Carol and Jill were the perfect hosts. We all sat around and had a few drinks before the men loaded up all of my boxes. The girls were commenting on Evan and Marcos, when they came back in and invited us all for dinner at Everett's home. Carol and Jill were ecstatic. I was pleased that Daddy had invited them. He knew how hard it was for me to leave my roomies. Before we all left, he let them know that he would be covering my part of the rent until the current lease expired. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and they gave him a hug too, for his generosity. They had been worried about having to rush and find another roommate in the middle of the semester. 

After the men had unloaded my things in Everett's house, they went outside, to begin cooking steaks out on the grill. The girls and I unloaded most of my stuff and were helping me put things away. I wasn't sure where to put things, but I made it work. When we had finished, we decided to go out and check on the men. They were out by the grill in the backyard. They had been drinking beer and I offered to go fetch them more. Master Evan thought a flogger would be a better idea. I flushed at the suggestion. When Jill and Carol squealed their delight, Daddy told me to take the girls, and go get his two light floggers. We went down stairs to the play room. Carol and Jill were full of questions, many that I had no answer for. Mostly, they were impressed with all the toys, and equipment that Daddy had down there. When we returned, the men were laughing and having a good time.

I handed Daddy his toys. He looked over to Master Evan, and told him to take his pick. I wasn't sure what he was choosing, but when he pointed to Jill, I figured it out. He told Jill to come over to him. She bounced over and presented herself. He asked her if she would like to feel what the flogger felt like on her skin. She nodded with a huge smile on her face. Having been on the business end of Master Evan's instrument, I wasn't sure how long that smile would be there. He took her over to the covered area of the backyard, and pulled a cord down from the metal rafter. Master Evan turned to Jill instructed her to remove her clothing. To her credit, she didn't hesitate one second. He secured her wrist with the cord and pulled the end until her arms were above her head.

He took the flogger and began slowly. He started with easy strikes across her back. She took them with an easy whimper. When the tails started wrapping around and catching her breasts, she began moaning. He worked her all over, and kept it light. She was writhing in no time at all. Master Evan stopped and came to run his hands over her body, soothing her. Jill was really into this. I could tell that she was pushing near an orgasm. Master Evan tweaked her nipples and her head fell back in ecstasy. When he turned her around to face him and stepped back, I knew she was in trouble. He took the flogger and with a flourish, started swirling them around and striking her breasts. Jill's breast are small and were taking a pretty good beating, but she was still right on the edge. When he felt that she was ripe for the taking, he asked her if she was ready to cum. She wasn't able to vocalize her answer, but she nodded. He took the floggers and doubled them and started striking her, gently between her thighs. I wasn't sure how she would take this, but the way her head fell back and she started moaning, I knew the answer. She started trembling and crashed over the edge, with a resounding orgasm. Master Evan kept his floggers going and kept her on there for longer than I thought was possible. When she finally seemed to be losing control, he came forward and held her tightly. He released her wrists and took her in his arms. They went inside and Master Evan continued his aftercare.

Chapter Four

I don't know about anyone else, but I was so turned on. When Master Marcos asked Carol if she was ready, she jumped at the chance. She was stripping off her clothes before she was even instructed to. Instead of binding her, Master Marcos bent her over and placed her head between his powerful legs. He had her grab his thighs for support. He brought the flogger down on her upturned ass. With very little warm up, he began moving the flogger around, hitting her back, ass, and shoulders. Carol seemed to be loving it. He stopped to give her some soothing touches. Her body was very responsive. When he started again, it was with more flourish. Although the floggers were light, they can produce a nice sting. They seemed to be everywhere at the same time. Only when he curled them under her, striking her hanging breasts, did Carol start moving to escape the tresses. Carol's breasts are large like mine. Master Marcos was very careful not to allow too much speed, so as not to cause any damage. Her squirming was fun to watch, with her head trapped between his legs. When he went back to her ass, she was able to take it better. He asked if she was ready to cum, she answered by saying that she didn't want to be struck on her pussy. He told her to finger herself and began running the floggers up and the down the sides of her back. In no time at all, Carol was in the throes of her orgasm. Like Master Evan, he kept her there for quite some time. When she became too unsteady, he raised her up and held her in his arms. I had gone over to Daddy and he had his arm around me. Master Marcos also took Carol into the house for aftercare. Daddy and I gathered up the food and brought it into the kitchen. When everything was prepared, I bought the food to the table. We had a wonderful meal, and some great conversation about what had taken place outside. The girls were clearly still in subbie space, and the guys seemed impressed at their responsiveness. Both had been invited to come out to The Pit the next time we were going. Later that night, I thanked Daddy for including my friends in our lifestyle. I was wondering if I would lose touch with them after I moved away.




Michele's Mistake Pt. 08



(To be continued at a later date.)