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Session

By: LisbethElliot



Lisbeth's skin tingled and there was a low hum of anticipation running throughout her body. She had showered, washed her hair, and shaved....legs, underarms, and pussy. She actually preferred when Steve shaved her, but today she wanted to be completely ready for him when he arrived for their session. She was naked and waiting in the playroom. She stood in the middle of the room and nervously twisted her leather collar in her hands. 

She didn't know how this had happened, how she had become so comfortable with being naked for long periods. She had always been embarrassed by her body, more so as her belly and hips spread with childbearing and age. Her face, she thought was not bad...not beautiful, but pleasant enough. Her blue-gray eyes were set off by her purple framed glasses. Her hair, light brown and streaked with gray, was longer than she thought proper for a woman her age, but she loved the silky feel of it against her bare back. Her breasts were not especially large, but full and round. As her Master took pleasure in her body, she began to take pleasure in it, too. Nudity, in any room and at any time of day, seemed perfectly natural to her now. 

Lisbeth was so on edge that she jumped when the front door opened and closed. She heard his footsteps coming down the hall and by the time Steve appeared in the doorway, Lisbeth was on the floor on all fours, with her collar in her mouth. She met him as he crossed the room, coming to a stop in front of him. Goosebumps covered her body and her breathing was shallow as she stared at his shoes and waited. 

Steve leaned down and closed his hand around her upper arm, pulling her to her knees and taking the collar from her. She kept her eyes down and lifted her hair as he silently fastened the collar around her neck. His hand caressed her cheek affectionately for a moment and she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. Then his hand was gone and he moved away from her. He still hadn't spoken, hadn't given her permission to get up, so she stayed where she was, spreading her knees as far apart as she could, back straight, hands on her thighs palms up, eyes on the floor. She heard him moving around her, inspecting her, she supposed. 

Without a word, Steve left the room. Lisbeth continued to kneel, listening to his receding footsteps, wondering if she had disappointed or angered him. She heard him moving around in the kitchen, ice clinking in a glass, liquid being poured. Then footsteps again, coming back down the hall. She caught sight of his shoes as he walked past her and heard him settling on the sofa behind her, the tinkle of ice as he sipped his drink. 

Though she dared not look at him, she could see him in her mind's eye, the face and body she knew so well. His slightly round, full face and dark blue eyes were framed by his short salt and pepper hair and equally short, and equally salt and pepper, beard and mustache. His beard was kept trimmed so that his dimples showed and Lisbeth loved, on the occasions she was allowed to touch him, to kiss every inch of his face. She loved the feel of him against her lips, his facial muscles twitching with restraint, his breath coming in short, hot puffs against her skin. She equally loved kissing the rest of his body; his broad chest and shoulders, powerful legs, his cock...hard and heavy with desire for her. He was only a few inches taller than she, yet so often she was looking up at him, towering over her as she knelt at his feet or bound to the bed. His hands were large and powerful, yet surprisingly gentle at times; able to administer stinging slaps to her ass or to delicately finger her clit until she begged for release. 

Lisbeth's thighs were damp from her leaking juices and beginning to tremble from the strain of being so still. Already her body beginning to throb. It was with relief that she heard Steve stand up and begin moving around the room. She could hear him opening drawers and cupboards, the gentle clank of chains. 

"Stand up and come here, pet," he finally said and she complied quickly. "Wrists," he said when she was standing in front of him. 

Lisbeth held her arms out and Steve buckled leather wrist cuffs on each one, and then knelt and fastened cuffs to each ankle. With his face in such close proximity to her pussy, she ached to feel the scratch of his whiskers, but he was all business. Standing again, he took her arm and turned her so that he was standing behind her. She shivered slightly at the feel of his warmth along her naked back. Being naked while he remained fully clothed somehow emphasized her shame...and increased her arousal. His hands appeared in front of her holding a soft black cloth. The cloth covered her eyes and he tied it behind her head. Taking her arm he led her several feet before he stopped and turned her, pushing her back until her butt touched the edge of a table. She knew this table quite well, having been bound to it many times. 

"Up you go, pet," he told her. "I want you to lie on the table with your ass right there at the edge and your arms over your head."

She placed her hands on the table and lifted herself onto it. Leaving her legs dangling over the side, Lisbeth lay back and put her hands over her head. She felt Steve at the head of the table. He clipped her wrists together and then clipped them to a chain that was attached to the table, tightening it until her arms were pulled almost to the point of discomfort. Next she felt his hands on her thighs, pushing on them to spread her legs. His hands moved to her ankles and she realized he was clipping her ankles to a spreader bar. The clanking of chain and the squeak of a pulley, and her legs began to rise until they were elevated slightly higher than her body. 

Again he left her and long, silent, moments passed as she heard him sipping his drink. She could feel his eyes on her and she concentrated on being very still, waiting for whatever he was going to do to her. The position of her legs left her pussy spread open and she felt the air against her wetness. Finally she heard his glass being set down and movement, and then she felt his presence over her just before his mouth closed over hers. Steve kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Lisbeth kissed him back eagerly; tasting the iced tea he had been drinking, sucking desperately on his tongue as it invaded her mouth. He took his time kissing her and she whimpered softly, wishing her arms were free, wanting to touch him.

His mouth abruptly left hers and she gasped when his hands closed over her breasts. He spent long minutes playing with them, kneading them roughly, brushing his thumbs over her fat, brown nipples, pinching them until she groaned. His mouth on one breast made her wiggle her hips. Licking, kissing, sucking, and then gently biting the nipple before moving on to the other breast. She moaned softly and arched her back, thrusting her breasts to his seeking mouth as he alternated torturing each one until her nipples were hard and erect and aching. 

He stopped and left her breasts wet and throbbing. He pinched a nipple and she felt a clamp being positioned and tightened. She bit her bottom lip as another clamp was applied to her other nipple, delicate chains from each pooling between her breasts. Each chain was lifted and clipped to a hook, which she knew hung down from yet more pulleys. The chains slowly rose, lifting her nipples and pulling them taut. Lisbeth lay as still as she could because every movement caused the chains to pull on her already tender and throbbing nipples. 

Being still became much more difficult as Steve's hands and mouth explored her body. He licked her breasts around the clamps and the exposed tips of her nipples, softly biting the sensitive underside of her breasts. His fingers trailed over her taut belly and his mouth followed. Then he was kneeling between her legs, licking and biting the insides of her thighs. He licked every inch of her mons, spread her lips apart with his fingers and ran his tongue along her wet folds. Lisbeth moaned and gasped, rocking her hips, trying to thrust her neglected clit into his mouth. Finally he sucked it between his lips and she cried out. Holding her open with one hand, he thrust two fingers into her as he bit and licked and sucked her clit. 

"Oh please, Master," Lisbeth pleaded. "I...I can't hold off...please may I cum?"

"No," he growled and she cried out in disappointment as he suddenly withdrew his mouth and his hands. 

A clamp was applied to each of her outer labia and something must have been tied to them because she felt them pull her lips open, exposing her very wet and pulsating pussy. The clamps began to vibrate and Lisbeth groaned, taking deep breaths and trying to stave off the orgasm that was so close. Steve leaned down and kissed her.

"Well, pet," he said as his hands roamed over her body, "you make quite the pretty picture, spread open for me like this." She felt the end of a crop lightly running over her skin and she shivered. "You know," he said, running the crop along the folds of her pussy, "this looks like a flower opening. You're beautiful, pet." He moved back to her head and kissed her gently, then whispered in her ear, "Who are you?"

"I am Lisbeth, pet of Master Steve, his to use as he wishes," she whispered.

She jumped as the crop slapped the underside of her right breast and Steve asked, "What are you?"

"I..I am whatever you wish me to be," she gasped. "I can be your slut, your toy, your whore."

"Who do you belong to?" The crop came down on her left breast.

"I belong to you, Master," she cried. "All that I am and all that I have is y...yours to use as you wish."

"And what will you do for me?" This time the crop landed hard on her exposed clit.

"Ohhh! I will do anything you command. I am yours with nothing held back."

The crop began to fall in rhythmic pattern, moving from her breasts to her thighs, her labia, her clit. At first the blows were soft, but with each circuit they became increasingly hard. Her skin tingled and turned pink, and as the crop picked up intensity, it became reddened and hot. Her body pulsed with need, lubrication dripping down her pussy onto the floor beneath her. 

"Please, oh please, Master!" Her moans and cries increased in frequency and volume until she was chanting, "Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...."

"Please what," Steve demanded harshly, never slowing his pace.

"Pleeeeease! Master, please may I cum?!"

He concentrated the crop on her pussy as he told her, "Yes, slut, cum! Cum for your Master!"

Lisbeth gave a strangled cry as her body shuddered and jerked with her orgasm. Steve dropped the crop and suddenly he was at her head, kissing her. One hand tangled in her hair as the other reached down and unclamped each nipple. Lisbeth screamed into his mouth as the blood rushed into the numb nubs and her orgasm deepened. She thrashed on the table and sobbed as Steve took each nipple in his mouth and licked and soothed them. Lisbeth didn't know how many times she came, or if it was just one long orgasm, she only knew that it seemed to go on forever before her body went limp in her bonds and she sobbed with an emotion she couldn't name. 

Steve kissed her gently but she didn't even have the energy to kiss him back. He moved away and she felt the clamps on her labia stop vibrating and then they were removed. He kissed and rubbed the numb lips. Her legs were lowered and he unclipped her ankles from the spreader bar. 

Then Steve was standing between her spread legs, his hands on her thighs, pushing them further apart. She felt the head of his cock sliding along her sopping folds and she groaned, unable to move. His cock pushed at her opening and she moaned as he pushed inside her. Hooking his elbows under her knees, he put his hands on the table on either side of her chest, pulling her legs up and opening her up even more. 

Lisbeth thought it was impossible for her to cum again, to even be aroused again, so soon. He began slowly thrusting into her and pulling almost all the way out again and she felt her wetness increase, her pulse quicken. Steve moved so slowly and deliberately that she could feel every vein and ridge sliding along her walls, feel the soft, yet unyielding head spread her open. He leaned down to kiss her as he continued thrusting and she moaned into his mouth. He was moving faster, his thrusts more powerful, until he was pounding her immobile body. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and Lisbeth didn't have time to ask permission this time as another orgasm ripped through her, as her pussy clenched and spasmed around him. She could feel his cock throb and become even harder until it, too, spasmed and hot cum shot into her. 

He continued pumping, each thrust becoming less and less frantic. His cum and her juices mingled to run down her butt. Steve collapsed on her and panted against her neck for several moments before straightening and releasing her legs. Lisbeth moaned as his softening cock slipped from her. Steve pushed the blindfold off and licked her wet cheeks and eyes. 

"You have pleased me, pet," he whispered as he released her wrists and helped her to sit up. "You have pleased me very much."

She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face against his chest. He held her tightly, kissing the top of her head, as their heart rates returned to normal.

Session 01



Guided relaxation and guided masturbation. Relax, and enjoy! Comments welcome.

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Session 01



I walked into Meryl's house wearing my low-cut green dress that showed off half of my G-cup tits. I knew she'd have a valet so I didn't wear a coat. As my heels clicked onto her hardwood floors I felt the stares (appreciative or jealous) of the other holiday party guests. My pussy was already wet just thinking about my plan for the night.

Meryl wasn't my boss, but she's higher up than me at the clinic where we work. I honestly don't know why, but she hates me. At work, she has been screwing me over in little ways for years out of pettiness, and constantly gossips about me being a tramp. I'd finally had enough of playing nice. Tonight I was going to get her back. 

I made my way around the party, briefly putting in appearances with the doctors from work and Meryl's husband's rich friends. Almost every woman pressed her lips together in annoyance when I walked up, and every man not-so-subtly glanced at my expansive displayed cleavage or round ass. It wasn't so much that the dress on its own was inappropriate... more that my body is just a bit extreme. 

I looked around and saw Meryl deeply engaged in conversation with Sabrina, another clinic colleague. We're all ten years apart in age, Sabrina, myself, and Meryl being 23, 33, and 43 respectively. I knew that old Meryl and little Sabrina could gossip for hours over there in the kitchen. While Meryl was distracted, I looked around for her son Logan, my target. 

After a quick search, I found Logan in one of the side halls of their oversized house. When I walked up to him, his friend took the hint and went to find another drink (after catching an eyeful of my tits). Logan was more subtle.

We'd met before but had never spoken much. Logan was in his mid or late twenties, fresh from his graduate degree and temporarily living at home. Tall and reserved, I'd always liked him but he wasn't quite my type. 

"Merry Christmas Logan," I offered. 

"Hi there. Merry Christmas Domenica. You look nice tonight," he said.

"Thank you," I said. "Do you have a lighter? And a place where I can smoke a joint?" I asked. His eyebrows went up, but not much. I knew from workplace gossip that he smoked, but he didn't know that I knew. He recovered from his surprise quickly.

"Sure, come with me." I followed him down a hall and out a side door into the cold winter night. We were completely alone, but he led me further around some trees into their yard. It'd be really dark out there without the moonlight. As I walked behind him, he couldn't see me for a moment. I quickly pulled down the right side of my top a couple inches, exposing just a bit of my large pink areola. I'm sure it looked like my top had accidentally fallen a little too low. After we stopped and he turned, I felt his eyes on me. I got the joint out of my purse and mouthed it. He was already flicking the lighter for me as I met his eyes. I could somehow see his arousal in his eyes. He was already into me. Knowing that made it even easier.

I took another puff and then offered him the joint. He nodded his thanks as he smoked, then noticed my shoulders raised tight against my neck. 

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. You don't have a coat, you've got to be freezing." He took his suit jacket off in record timing and got it over my shoulders pretty smoothly. 

"That's a good gentleman. I forgive you," I said with a smile. It was the first time I'd ever offered him a smile like that, and he lit up. It almost looked like he blushed a bit. He was mine. I decided to skip ahead, and boldly reached over and touched his hard nipple, clearly visible through his white dress shirt. 

"Cold? Suffering just for me?" I asked. He twitched in both surprise and arousal. I let my fingers linger and gave him a squeeze before moving my hand to take the joint from his lips. He was speechless. It really was cold though, and we didn't have a lot of time out here. I had to make things move quickly. 

"Kiss me," I said. I love saying that, and I love the look on a guy's face that first time. His happiness at getting that intimacy without building up his own courage and risking rejection. And totally robbing him of that victory and conquest, and making it my own. I already knew he was into me, so of course it worked. He obeyed, and kissed me hard. 

Logan was a good kisser. Just the right amount of soft wet lips, hard pressing, hands on my sides, and tongue dancing. My wet pussy throbbed as I chased the tip of his tongue with my own. When I pulled back a little, I could tell we'd both enjoyed it. Here it was, my big moment. I'd already decided to be direct, which is usually how I preferred things anyway. I let him continue to hold me close, and leaned my head to look up at him. While I talked, I touched his nipple again. 

"Logan, I know we don't really know each other well, but I have a couple problems. I'm really horny. I wanna cum. And, your mom is a jerk to me at work all the time. I think fucking her son at her holiday party would be the perfect payback. Do you think I can use you, just for a bit, without any strings?"

Way past speechless, he was stunned. Though he wasn't saying anything, his eyes immediately went down my body, as if I'd finally given permission for something he'd been aching to do. That sealed it for me. I had him. 

"Wow. Um, you're right, we don't know each other really. Are you single?" he asked. 

I grinned. "Single? Yes, I'm free to do as I please. What about you? Are you free to do as I please?" 

I squeezed his nipple, which I had never released. He twitched, but otherwise maintained his composure. "Yes," he said. I knew he was single from Meryl's office gossip. However, I did look into his folder at the clinic to see that he was STD-free. That was a little sneaky of me, but important. 

"Yes you're single, or yes to solving my problems?" I asked. 

"Both," he said, raising an eyebrow and trying to downplay his excitement. 

"One more thing," I said. "I like to be in charge. Is that going to be a problem for you?" 

Logan shook his head mutely. This had clearly never come up for him before. I felt another pulse of excitement run through me. 

"Logan, I'm going to need you to say it. Can you follow orders without question, just for tonight, while you fuck me?" I asked.

He replied immediately. "Yes, no problem, you're in charge, got it." He took a deep breath to gather his thoughts. "Okay, let's go upstairs." I flicked the butt of the joint into the snow in Meryl's yard and followed him. 

At the door I gave him his jacket back. I whispered, "I'll go up first, pretending to look for the second bathroom. You follow when the coast is clear." He nodded and bit his bottom lip, looking down my body again. 

Nobody seemed to notice we'd been gone, or were coming back together. I caught a glimpse of Meryl two rooms away. Still in her kitchen, and still gossiping with Sabrina from work. I wasn't sure the old bitch even knew I was here yet. Perfect. I went upstairs. 

Not running into anyone, I started peeking in doors quickly. Two guestrooms, one bathroom, and then Logan's room. His room was clean, tastefully decorated. I shut his door without entering, and went to the last door. Meryl's room. I quickly went in and shut the door behind me. Then I turned on the light. 

Just as I suspected. She loved spending her rich husband Francis' money. Fancy everything. King-sized bed. I grabbed a few scarves from her oversized closet and hid them under a pillow. A few moments later Logan entered, clearly distressed. He'd seen the light under the door at the wrong room, of course. I spoke before he could correct me. 

"The payback is happening on this bed, and I'm in charge. Don't talk unless I ask you a question. Get on the bed." He licked his lips uncertainly, but didn't hesitate too much before he obeyed. I stood next to the bed as he lay down. "Good, now get undressed," I whispered, and shut off the light. The window let in more than enough moonlight to see clearly. 

He took his clothes off very quickly. I, on the other hand, slowly slid my dress off. I didn't need to look at him to know he was staring in anticipation of touching my body. I looked down as I slid off my bra and panties, revealing my huge tits and lightly furred pussy. When I finally looked back at him, he looked out of his mind with arousal. I slid into bed next to him and we started making out. 

Our hands roamed each others' bodies, but the urgency in our kissing was obvious. We didn't have a lot of time and we didn't want to take a lot of time. I wanted to cum, now. My lips tingled as his soft tongue glided on the edge of my mouth, then he pressed his big lips hard against mine, driving his tongue deep into me. I moaned into him and knew what I wanted first. 

"I like your mouth baby. Lay on your back," I whispered. He complied, and I sat up and lifted my leg over him. His eyes stared up at my big tits jiggling around, his lips slightly apart in awe. Before he knew it I'd mounted his face. I was too turned on. I'd been thinking about this revenge all week. My pussy was flooded, and I audibly heard the squelch as my big wet pussy lips slid down his cheeks, coating his face. His tongue snaked up into my hole before rising up to begin flicking my clit steadily. Good, he was good at this too. 

I looked down at his face. Well, his eyes and the top of his nose. Those eyes, usually piercing sharp, were glazed in lust and staring up at the undersides of my breasts. He was definitely a tit man. And most things on me were oversized. This was too easy. I reached up and tugged on my long hard nipples. I was putting on a show for him, but my nipples were also sensitive. I leaned down a little and stuck my tongue out until it circled my nipple. My tongue is the longest tongue I've seen in real life, and it is always a hit with guys. Logan saw me licking my nipple this way and moaned loudly without even thinking. 

"Shhh," I whispered playfully, and pushed my pussy hard down on his face, cutting off his air. I felt him trying to breathe through my wet pussy folds. Every bit of his air came through me. I reached behind myself until my hands settled on his nipples. I began flicking and pinching him, and he reacted immediately with small twitches. He reached his hands up to grab my wrists. I don't even think he thought about what he was doing. He was just trying to stop me. I froze with my hands on his nipples and slowly pinched down very hard. He realized his mistake, and put his hands back down by his sides. By now he was almost gasping for air. But his tongue never stopped flicking my clit. 

I whispered, "Good boy. Now it's time for me to cum on you." I spun around. I was good at this. He was still gasping to catch up on his breathing when my wet pussy slid back down over his face. This time my wet hole was over his nose and eyes, smearing the only part of his face I'd missed. His tongue on my clit, I ground up and down, fucking his head as my orgasm approached. I got more comfortable, leaning my torso down into the 69 position. He breathed out sharply. I felt his hot breath on my pussy as he anticipated a blowjob from me. 

Nice sized, straight, clean and rock hard dick, it even smelled good. It was inches away from my face. But poor Logan didn't yet know what a rare gift a blowjob is from me. I stopped aggressively fucking his face long enough to grab his hand. I ran my very long tongue all over his palm, coating it with spit. Then I moved his hand down to his cock, and started my hips grinding again. He got the message, and started working himself, putting on a show for me while I got off on his face. My pussy pulsed down his cheeks and I got to my edge, watching him fuck his hand and knowing how much he wanted my face like I had his. I held my breath.

That was it for me. That feeling of power usually finished me off. I momentarily sped up my grinding into his face as I came on him, and finally started breathing again. After a few moments, I sat up and dismounted his head. 

I paused and reflected on how I was feeling. Still horny, still wanting more revenge. I wasn't done yet. So, I climbed on his dick. I slid my wet pussy lips down it so that his dick was pressed between our bodies but not quite inside me yet. 

He was ravenous with need. I flashed him a lazy smile and reached under the pillow for his mother's scarves. He lay silently as I tied his wrists to the headboard. Not even grinding against my pussy too much or trying to gain access without my permission. He was a natural submissive, even if he didn't know it. 

Once he was firmly tied, I slid down his cock slowly. I felt every warm inch go deeper and deeper. I looked at him to share our moment, and his eyes came up from my tits to my face. He was biting his lip so hard with pleasure that it might bleed, but he was smiling too. I felt his cock pulse inside me as I took him to the hilt. This felt great. 

I wasn't grinding for more than three minutes before I was ready again. I whispered, "Don't cum." I held my breath and continued grinding my clit against him until I started my orgasm. As I began to cum, I slapped his face, once, and froze. He somehow knew what I needed, and started to fuck up into me with wild abandon. It was hard without his arms for leverage, but he didn't stop as I shuddered with pleasure. He didn't stop until I slumped down against his body. 

"You're incredibly.. amazing," he whispered. "I never want to stop fucking you. May I cum now?" 

His compliment and question shook me out of my pleasant reverie and put me back where I needed to be, in a dominant headspace of revenge. We weren't even through our first session and he'd already given me dominion over his own orgasms, probably without even thinking about it. His hard cock pulsed with need inside me. 

Wait. What was I thinking? 'Our first session'? I wasn't seeing this guy again, that wasn't part of the plan. No matter how nice he was. No matter how good a kisser he was. Fuck. He was winning me over too easily. I had to end this. I reached up for the last scarf and tied it around his head, gagging him thoroughly to silence. No more nice words mister fucktoy. 

I started grinding on him again. I tilted my hips in such a way that made my back arch and my tits look incredible from below, I knew. He moaned into his gag. "Thanks for the compliment Logan, but you aren't ready for me. Do you really want to only fuck like this? I get head, you don't. I cum twice, you don't. Are you sure you want that forever, baby?" 

He blinked, confused, and on the hazy edge of his own orgasm. I continued whispering. "Yes, you may cum. In the end, I get three, you get one. After you cum in me, I'm going to fuck your head for one more orgasm, and then we'll sneak out of here." He was interrupting me. 

Predictably, he was shaking his head 'no' and mumbling something into his gag. I sighed, only a little disappointed. "Let me guess, you've never kissed your own load out of a cunt before? Well, it'll be a real Christmas treat for you sweetheart. You may cum when ready." I picked up the pace and started grinding faster. I knew he was on the edge so I traced my finger down his nipple and started tugging at it. 

He was louder this time, and his mumbling was clearly the word "no" surrounded with other vague sounds. He can't do that, blah blah. Fine, more revenge for me. "Logan, if you want to cum, you don't tell me 'no'. You said you'd do whatever I said, I'm in charge. Do you wanna be done here? Are you willing to sacrifice your own orgasm just so you don't have to taste it?" 

He immediately offered a muffled "yes." I knew he would. I jumped off him and the bed immediately. His dick stood at attention, ramrod hard with the need to finish. I quickly dressed as he lay there, tied and attempting to reason with me through his gag. All we heard was muffled mumbling. I ignored him until I was finished and ready to leave. 

"Look. I like you, you're great at sex and seem like a great guy. But you can't handle me. Thank you for the revenge, but now it looks like you're part of it. I'm going to leave you here so your mom knows what happened." With that, I slid off my large hoop earrings and tossed them on the floor next to the bed. Then I flicked the light on, to draw Meryl's attention when she came up. He looked good tied like that. Still hard. His expression was still handsome, and showing more fear than anger. "You agreed to be used, and you agreed to obey. I hope you don't hate me, but it's probably for the best if you do. Goodbye Logan."



Session 02



He provides guided masturbation; a quickie.

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Session 03



I have been inactive for a long time mainly due to this annoying thing we call Real Life. I doubt I would be back any time soon if it wasn't for YOU. 

You have given me so much feedback and encouragement that I have been longing to get back here and share more recordings with you! I feed on your horniness and the energy you send me with your feedback. It is greatly appreciated and I cannot thank you enough!

I have some material ready (more or less) and I am planning more, but I'm playing catch-up right now.

Thanks again, and please keep it coming, I can't get enough of all the nice naughtiness. =)

xoxoxo 

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Session 04



I felt inspired the other day (horny) and couldn't resist getting into bed with a blanket and you!

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Session 05



This is primarily for the guys since the prerequisite kinda is that you have a cock  ;)
I know guys are listening to me as well and I've got some very nice feedback from you guys! So I have been wanting to try and make a guided masturbation for any willing cock out there  =)
It's about time you get hard, cum for me and show me some love!

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Session 06



The first half is pretty slow. I am using Venus to stroke my cock while I'm having an e-stim buttplug on a random setting. I remember it as pretty intense at times   =)

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Session 07



It is quick. It is hard. It is loud. It is intense. I cum hard. Hope you enjoy! I know I did..   =)

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Session 01



Beth woke from a deep sleep, as she came around she felt increasingly confused. Why the hell was she sleeping with her bum stuck up in the air? A few seconds later she started to realise that things weren't at all right.

It wasn't that she was just sleeping with her bum stuck upwards; she was laid out on some strange bench. Her legs spread slightly with her bum thrust upwards and her head facing down. What's more she was restrained, held in place and exposed; she had no cover or even clothing except some sort of underwear.

She was comfortable, the room was warm and the bench moulded to her form, supporting her gently. Bending her neck back she looked about the room, this certainly wasn't her cell. From what she could see, she was in the centre of a small room, entirely bare of furniture accept for her bench and a pair of monitors placed conveniently in front of her.

Beth was on the brink of panic, what the fuck was happening to her? Surely it was a dream, a nightmare! She called out; despite fears it would make things worse,

"Hello, is anybody there?"

There was no response, just complete silence. She wiggled her body, testing the restraints, they held fast. Again she called

"Hello, somebody help me?"

This time there was a slight whirr from behind the monitors in front of her. The smaller monitor at the bottom flashed into life, a white screen. Black writing began to appear,

Hello Beth, good morning. We hope you had a pleasant sleep; you will need your rest

Welcome to the Aphrodite program, you have been selected from hundreds of potentials to become part of our test procedures. Do not worry we don't intend to harm you, although the testing will push your boundaries in certain areas.

Beth was confused and scared, what was happening to her, why was it happening to her. In fact scared may not have been the right word, she was terrified and she could here it in her voice.

"What's the Aphrodite program, what's going to happen to me?"

The Aphrodite program is a government sanctioned experimental department, we research the human psyche and particularly sexual response. We have selected you from our approved list of inmates on fixed life sentence to help with our research.

"You can't, you have no right. Let me go"

Her fear was slightly tempered by anger, this was outrageous. She again tested the restraints but they held completely firm.

Please do not try to get free; we don't want to hurt you. As a government sanctioned program we have full permission to enlist the assistance of any inmate with over 20 years remaining sentence. We assure you that this is entirely legal; you may also be interested to know that you will receive a full pardon on completion of your session.

She was still furious and scared, but this sounded intriguing?

"You mean I'll be free"

Yes your record will be wiped clean and you will be free to leave, should you wish to"

That was a stupid thing to add she thought, course I'd bloody wish too! But this was definitely interesting, Beth still had 23 years left to in prison and she would be 51 when she got out. Surely it wasn't for real; this could never be legal... could it?

Would you like to continue with the program?

The fact that they 'asked' was what convinced her. After all it was worth a shot and they did say it wouldn't hurt her. The chance of freedom was blinding her, and in her heart she knew it. She glossed over the implications of what 'sexual response' meant and why she was tied down with her bum stuck up in the air almost naked. But she had to try

"Err... okay then"

Good, thank you Beth. We will now begin the procedure. Please read the following rules very carefully and confirm that you fully understand.





Session Ch. 01



Matt sat at the couch again, his desire burning within him. His need to be punished. His need to be hurt, to have his nipples pinched, his balls slapped and squeezed. As he stared at the TV, he made the decision, "I could use a real rough hard session" he texted to Andrea. He grinned a bit as the text went through and his erection grew. Thoughts came to him about possibilities of what might happen, though in all likely-hood probably not. 

After a while, Matt got sidetracked by some show or another. His need still building but it had no way of being released. There was no reply text. Nothing. The night slipped by into darkness, he picked up a book and started reading again, trying to pass time when he heard a knock at the door. He gave a look of curiosity and got up to see who it was. He was still only wearing jeans, his shirt usually off when he was at home. He opened the side door leading out to his main door however it was too dark outside to tell who was there. Opening the door, he was surprised and then immediately became nervous, it was Andrea at the door. "Umm, hi." he said a bit stupidly. She smiled and came in through the door. She was wearing a long coat and what looked like high heels. He never imagined that she would just show up. 

"What's going on? You didn't say anything about coming over." Matt inquired as he followed her into the house.

"No, no I didn't." She said as she took off her coat. Matt's eyes got big as her near naked body was revealed. She was only wearing a black bra, a tiny pair of black panties, long fishnet stockings and 6" heels. She immediately brought her fingers up to his nipples and squeezed as hard as she could. He winced as his knees grew weak, "take off your jeans slave." She said. They had played this game many times when they were together, but not for a very long time since she moved out over 6 months ago. He complied quickly as she continued to squeeze his already sensitive nipples, she worked her nail into the equation too sending waves of pain and pleasure into his loins. He took off his pants as quickly as he could. Normally they would've been kissing at this moment, but they were no longer together. It seemed obvious there would be no affection tonight. 

With his pants off, he stood up again, towering over her tall but petite frame, though she held all the power. "Good slave," she said as she gave his nipples one last hard squeeze. "Now spread your legs." She let go of his nipples caressed her nail down his chest and abdomen down to his groin. His cock was already rock hard as she traced her fingernail down his shaft to the hole at the end. She smirked as she lightly scraped the entrance of urethra with her nail. A small droplet of precum was coaxed out of his pee hole by her nail. She looked down, "Just the invitation I was hoping for." Matt braced himself, she would hurt him tonight and he would enjoy every second. She spread the pre-cum a bit on her the end of her pinky finger and then began to push it in his little hole. Her other hand held on to his ass to keep him in position. He gave a groan as she pushed the first half inch of her finger into his urethra until she met resistance. "I'm going to get it all the way before the night's over. I'm going to make this session so painful you'll never text me about this again. Or maybe you'll keep texting me. I know how much you like it." She winked at him as she wiggled her little finger, her nail scraping the sensitive inside of his cock. Without warning she pulled her finger free and slapped his balls so hard he gulped and let out a groan. 

"On your knees," she commanded giving his nipple another fingernailed squeeze. He dropped to his knees immediately in front her her. Her small panties hid her pussy, he wondered whether or not she intended to use that too. "Turn around, ass up." He was surprised to hear that, not her usual style. He complied quickly wondering what she had in mind. She walked back over to the table where she had put her purse, "No looking." She had something in mind, and whatever it was it excited him. He could feel his cock pulsing and no doubt pumping out more precum. He heard her open what sounded like a bottle of lube and crouch down behind him. He felt something cool being dribbled onto his anus as her fingers immediately followed. She worked in a finger and then a second as she pushed the lubricant into his ass. She withdrew her fingers and dripped more lube onto his ass, again tracing her fingers along his opening and pushing in one then two fingers into his ass. 

She withdrew again then he felt the nozzle of the bottle being pushed up against his anus and she squeezed. He could feel the lube being pumped into his ass. 'What exactly does she have in mind?' he wondered as he tried to relax the muscles of his ass. Again, she pushed two fingers in. He could feel himself loosening up as the lube spread through his rectum. She withdrew a bit and then pushed in another finger. She twisted the three fingers around in his ass as he groaned with pleasure. He had always enjoyed the feeling of her fingers in his ass, usually she would play with him a bit while they were having sex or when she was giving him oral. But other then that, she never really touched that area of body. It was then as he started to draw some pleasure from her ministrations that he felt her push her pinky in along side her three other fingers. 

Her other hand tenderly caressed his balls first, lightly playing with them and then began squeezing, slightly at first and more firmly as she worked her four fingers into his ass, "I'm going to get you back for all those times you put your cock in my ass." She pushed her four fingers as deep as she could, "You loved having me bent over, my ass open for your cock. You'd thrust into me as I cringed, your hard cock pounding into my ass." She pulled her fingers out a bit as he felt her thumb slide in next to her fingers and she once again pushed forward, "Well, now I'm gonna make you cringe. I'm going to push my hand up your ass to my elbow. Do you like the sound of that?" But he was too hard, to far into the fantasy made real to care or to argue, he only pushed his ass back into her and moaned. Her lubricated hand pushed as her other hand pulled on his balls, she pushed unto her hand slipped in up to the third knuckle of her fingers, up to the largest point of her hand. But she had no intention of stopping. Matt grunted as she twisted her hand back and forth, he felt himself loosen and thought she might actually get there.

"Mmmm, this is hot," she said as she pulled her hand back a bit and pushed it forward once again, she was obviously putting more strength behind her hand. He could feel her fingers moving in his ass obviously trying to make room for the rest of her hand. He tried to relax his ass as much as he could and even tried pushing out, any effort he could to reduce the pain that started building in his ass. She continued to twist and push as her hand moved in ever so slowly when amazingly, her hand got sucked into his ass. He let out a yell as her hand pushed into her wrist. She gasp, equally surprised and obviously proud of her work. She let go of his balls and slapped his ass. He was breathing heavily as his ass gripped her hand. He thought he would orgasm right then. He had never felt so full, and with the large part of her hand past his sphincter, the pain had died down. 

He thought maybe she was done, that she would pull out now and go onto hurting him in some other way, but it then became obvious that wasn't the case. "Now there's a sight," she said when he heard a click and saw a flash. She had taken a picture! 

"What are you doing?!" he said though he was in no position to turn around or argue. 

"Blackmail. And we're far from done here." She said as she pushed her hand forward with a jerk which pushed his head back down to the floor. No, she wasn't done yet. She pushed forward more as he let out a moan, her hand slid into his ass further. She pulled back a bit, till she could see her hand again then slammed her fist back into his ass. Matt gave a cry in pain as his bowels shifted and moved as she slide more of her fist and arm into his ass. Once again she pulled her hand out and drove it back in. He cringed. She continued driving her fist into his ass as her other hand slapped his swaying sack. She taunted him as she pounded his rectum, "Look who's got a hand in his ass. I bet you'll be texting me for this now. Well good, I'll pound this ass any day."

He grunted as he grabbed the leg of couch nearby as he could feel his insides being punched and twisted and pushed aside as she pushed her hand into his ass. He was sure he couldn't take any more when her hand popped free. He let out a moan as he fell onto his side. He was gasping for air trying to take in what just happened, as to whether or not he thought it hurt or whether or not he thought it was orgasmic. Andrea had walked to the bathroom to clean off her hand and arm by the sound of it as Matt laid there.

"Turn over, lay on you back slave." She said as she walked back into the room. He did as she commanded. He was now a bit worried. He had not expected anything like this so far. He was almost dreading what she had in mind next. "Spread your legs!" She yelled at him. He had an idea what was next.

She stood between his legs, "pull your knees up." She was nudging his knees with her shoe as she said it. "Good, just like that." She put her shoe onto his sack that was now dangling very vulnerably in his current position. At first she was only caressing his sack with her high heeled shoe, but soon she was her light caresses were turning harder as she began lightly kicking his very sensitive testicles. She grinned as she gave him one good last kick but to his credit he kept his knees up and took his punishment well. 

She was obviously pleased as she kneeled down between his leg, "I've missed these balls." She said as she traced her fingers of both her hands along his balls. "These were my balls." She said as she slapped them hard enough to make Matt howl and drop his knees. Immediately he had that sickening feeling in his stomach. "Oh don't you dare," she said as she pushed his knees back up to his chest. He held them there again as he panted. Once again she slapped her hand as hard as she could into his balls which elicited another cry. "You hold those knees! You asked for this remember?" He did as he was told. She then began slapping his balls in quick succession, lighter then before but more then hard enough to hurt. He winced and yelped after every hit. He could feel his balls being hit as the pain coursed through his body. He held his knees tight as he whimpered as she continued to hit his testicles over and over. 

"Oh god please?!" he said as she continued to beat his sack.

"Oh god please what?" she replied as she slapped his dangling balls.

"I can't take anymore." he said as he held his knees and continued to take the last two slaps. She stopped and appraised her work. His balls were a deep red color from the beating she had given them. She smiled as she brought her lips down to his testicles. She licked them slowly as Matt started to moan. Her tongue traveled all around his balls. She licked him eagerly, she had always liked the taste. She licked the sides of his balls right next to his leg which only continued his moaning. She then tongued his one ball and brought her mouth down around it and sucked his ball into her mouth. He froze as she sucked on his testicle. He could feel her tongue and teeth work his sensitive cum maker in her mouth. It was an incredibly soothing feeling considering the punishment she just ditched out. She let his ball slip from her mouth and repeated the process with his other throbbing testicle.

"Did my slave like that?" she asked as she lightly fondled his nut sack.

"Yes Miss Andrea," he said as he nodded.

"Good," she said as she lightly smacked his balls again. He let out a yelp, it hurt far more then it would've normally.

She stood up, "Put your legs down." He did as she walked over to her purse again. He saw her pull out a long looking syringe, the kind that you would feed a small child with. They had played with these before to push lube into his urethra before they would play with the sounds. However, this one was much bigger. Much bigger. 

"I found this one at a pet store." She smiled at him as she put the syringe into the tube of lube and began filling it. He gasped as he watched her fill the huge syringe till it was full of lubrication. He had butterflies in his stomach as she walked back over to him as he laid prone. She took his rock hard cock into her hand and lightly kissed the top of it. 

"You can never use too much lube right?" She asked the question but didn't expect a response. He watched as she placed the end of the syringe into his pee hole. She smirked at him and began to depressed the end of the huge syringe. He gasped as he felt the lube begin pushed into his urethra. The lube felt cold as it worked its way into his shaft. He thought she might only push a quarter or a half of the syringe in, but she proved him wrong. His hand held onto her thigh and squeezed as she pushed more and more of the lube into his little hole. He could feel the lube go deep into his urethra, deep like the sounds they would push in, and the syringe was only half empty. 

"Maybe that's too much?" she said a little unsure of herself at this point. The syringe was huge and that was a lot of lube she was pushing in. She felt it push deep into his cock, past the point where his urethra trailed towards his balls. Matt didn't have an answer. He was obviously caught up in the feeling. She smirked and pushed down on the syringe all the harder quickly emptying the rest of the contents of the syringe into her former lovers cock. He let out moan as she filled him up with lube and finally pulled the syringe out and tossed it on the couch. 

His little hole looked stretched open as lube slowly dribbled out of his penis. She didn't miss a beat and put the end of her pinky finger as his eager little hole. "I pinky swear I'm going to get it all in this time," she said joked as she began to push her finger into his tight little hole. He gasped as she pushed her finger up to the point where it would meet resistance, however with all the lube she had pushed in, it seemed to give way much quicker then it had in the past. She was surprised too as she watched her little finger descend into his cock. She loved the look of her finger in there and loved the idea that she was fucking him. 

Matt moaned as she pushed her finger deeper into his hole, he could feel the lube being pushed even further in. It must be pushing into his bladder at this point. But he didn't care. Her finger was half way into his cock and he knew she would keep pushing till it was all the way in. Her other hand started massaging his balls as her pinky finger pushed into his cock. It was getting tighter and tighter, but she managed to push her finger all the way. She smiled as she started fucking his cock slowly with her finger. The only noise she could hear were his gasps. She grabbed the camera again and snapped another picture. 

"Here's the deal, I will be over when I want to hurt you as much as I want, or else these pictures go out to a few choice people." She said as she pushed her pinky in as far as it would go. He gasped and nodded. "And if you think for a second this was our worse session, you're wrong." She pulled her pinky finger from his cock, it was followed by a gush of lubrication. He moaned as he felt his cock and testicles throb. She stood up and smiled down at him. She knew how much he wanted to cum right then, how much he wanted to dump his load in her or on the floor or anywhere for that matter. And maybe he had earned it.

"Where do you think I should let you cum?" She asked him.

He panted for a second, "I, uhhh, I don't know." 

And then she knew. She slipped off her panties and walked over him where she proceeded to straddle his cock. She was dripping wet as she guiding his cock into her tight hole. She could feel the lubrication still pumping out of him as she eased down onto his member. He gasped as he filled her tight pussy with his punished cock. His hands were immediately mauling her tits still covered by her black bra. Almost instantly he was grunting and thrusting his hips into her as his fingers squeezed her breasts sending waves of pleasure and pain through her. He began squeezing her breasts incredibly hard and yelled out as he began pumping lubricant and seed into her pussy. The rush of fluids was immense as she felt her pussy being filled. He gave her breasts one last squeeze as his climax ended. She eased herself off of him and left as quickly as she could, the cum and lubricant still dripping down her legs. She would be back and couldn't wait for the next session.



Session Ch. 02



"I'll be over at 8:00." Matt read the text from Andrea with a touch of dread. He hadn't heard from her in over a week and was beginning to think maybe their previous encounter was a one and done sort of thing. It obviously was not to be that way. Matt was beginning a relationship with another girl who he hadn't even begun to discuss with the kinky things that he needed, even craved. He was feeling a bit nervous about the situation, but now Andrea had her blackmail. The pictures were likely dated, and even if they weren't, what they were of was enough to crush anything he had going with anyone. He wasn't even sure what to reply with. "K" was all he could bring himself to do. 

He tried to keep him occupied for the next two hours, reading, playing a game, watching TV. But he was sidetracked completely and inevitably it lead to watching porn or reading erotic stories. He couldn't even imagine what sort of punishments she had in mind for tonight, or where she was getting them from. 

At the clock neared 8:00, he figured he might as well get ready. He unlocked the door, then walked back to the computer. It was a little cold out, getting closed to winter, but he new he'd likely be naked anyways and took his shirt off, his nipples were already hard and sensitive and he delighted in pinching them a bit as he watched the last bit of porn. His cock was already hard against the leg of his jeans. He turned off the computer and sat on the coach as the clock turned to 8:00. He had butterflies in his stomach as he watched the clock. If she was in a mood worse then last week, who knows what sort of pain she would inflict on him. That thought made him even harder.

It was then that he heard the door being opened. He stood up quickly as the moment he's been nervously awaiting finally came reality once again. He walked into the kitchen as she opened the door from the foyer. Yet again, she had the same long coat on but this time boots on. She smiled at him as she put a little bag on the table and walked up to him. "Kiss me." She said. 

He obliged and leaned in as they met lips, she immediately brought her fingers up to his nipples again and squeezed as her tongue tickled his lips. She pulled her mouth away after they kissed for about 10 seconds. Her fingers still squeezing his nipples. Her grip tightened, "Mmm, I've missed these." She once again began using her fingernails on his nipples and pinched them painfully. His knees got weak as he moaned. She lifted her head and again they started kissing. 

After a minute or so she finally let go of his nipples and pulled away from the kiss, "take off your jeans, and sit on the cough." Without a moments hesitation, he stripped off his pants and sat on the couch as he was instructed. She watched him lustfully, "scootch to the end. Yes, just like that. I love how hard you are already. I can't wait to hurt you." She took off her long jacket. This time she was completely naked underneath except for the same fishnet stockings and a tall pair of black boots. She grabbed the bag on the table and sauntered over to the couch. Her nipples were hard, she had perfect c-cup breasts on her small frame. Her sex was shaved bare as it usually was and her tan was a bit darker then normal. This sexy little one hundred pound girl would hurt him tonight, and he was so hard as the night unfolded. She put her bag down on the couch next to him and took his cock into her hand. She rubbed it up and down and brought her lips down. Slowly she licked his cock head as she looked up at him. She then plunged her head down his whole shaft, taking him deep into her throat. He gasped and leaned his head back in ecstasy. Her hand pushed his legs apart as her hand found his balls that hung off the end of the couch. As her mouth and throat worked on his cock, her hand sensually played with balls, lifting them and lightly squeezing them. 

Her mouth came off his cock with an audible pop from the sucking she just gave him. "Mmm, I've always enjoyed doing that to you." She crawled up his body again and kissed him deeply for a few moments. 

"Okay, now it's time to hurt you. I know, you can't wait." She smiled at him. "Where did you put that syringe I brought last week?" 

"Its in the drawer, all cleaned." 

"Good." She got up from her knees and walked to the bedroom. He could hear her open the drawer where they had kept all the sex toys. She lingered longer then he thought she needed to if she was just getting the syringe which was right on top. Finally, she walked back into the room. She had a few other things, some rope and a pair of metal teethed nipple clamps. 

She plopped the rope down on the couch but still held the nipple clamps in her hand, "I miss using these." She grinned as she leaned over him. She flicked his nipples a few time to get them as hard as possible. She then put the teethed clamp over his nipple one at a time and tightened them until he gasped. She then gave it one last twist ensuring they were biting into his nipples deep enough to cause the perfect amount of pleasure and pain that she knew he enjoyed. 

"I'm going to tie you up. I have a feeling if I don't you won't let me finish what I'm intending to do tonight." He smiled as she tied his ankles to the couch and eventually his hands together behind his back. She made sure everything was tied tightly enough so that he truly wouldn't be able to fight her. The idea made him hard but also just a touch fearful about what she had in mind.

She got down on her knees between his spread legs. The next thing she pulled out of her little bag of tricks was a full tube of lubricant. He had an idea about what she intended with that and smiled, it had felt sooo good last time when she filled him up with lubricant. His dick was hard as could be as his thoughts began to wander. She indeed filled the syringe as full as it would go with lubrication. "I know, you liked this last time." She grinned as she brought the tip of the syringe to his hard cock. She slowly pushed it in and began to push down on the plunger. Matt began to moan has he felt the cool liquid pushing into his urethra. Such an exotic feeling, the lubricant being pushed into his cock. It sunk into the depths of his cock. He pushed his hips up, welcoming the waves of pleasure as the mass amounts of jelly was forced into his cock. Andrea pushed the last bit into his cock and pulled the syringe away. "Some day we'll see how much we can get into you." She smirked as she put the syringe down and tugged on the chain between the nipple clamps. Matt gasped as a spasm of pain shot through his nipples, down his body into his loins and resulted in a small spurt of lubricant pushed out of his little hole and down his shaft. 

Out of her little bag she pulled something that Matt wasn't sure how to respond to. It was a long thick rubbery looking worm. It was nearly two feet long and at least a quarter inch wide, if not nearly a half of an inch. It was a bunch of funky colors too, from orange to pink to yellow. "I found this at Walmart in their fishing section, I knew immediately I wanted to push it all the way into your little hole." She had such a wicked grin on her face as she brought it up dangling over his penis. It was tremendously long and thick looking. "I wonder if there are actually worms this big. Maybe I'll find one some day and we'll use that." She sounded serious.

Another gush of lubricant spilled out from Matt's cock as Andrea positioned the tip of the rubbery worm at his pee-hole. She manipulated his hole and worm deftly and pushed the head of the worm into his cock. He gasped at the size. It was the thickness of the biggest sound they'd ever used. "Mmm, perfect." She said as she began to push the huge worm into his hole. It was stiff enough to be pushed in inch by inch. She seemed to delight in Matt's moans as she pushed it in. And it had a long way to go too. Slowly, Andrea fed the worm into Matt's cock. The girth of it left Matt gasping and moaning. It was certainly soft and luckily did not hurt at all, despite it ridges and life-like textures. He was amazed as he looked down and saw that nearly half had been pushed into his cock. It was then that he could feel it deep in his urethra, passing the part where only the longest sounds reach. The feeling was utterly orgasmic as the Andrea pushed the worm deeper and deeper. He shuttered as he felt the worm find what must have been his bladder. He had never experienced anything like this. She was obviously delighting in the feelings she was creating in his body. But she wasn't done at all, it still had another six inches or so before it would be all the way in. She had no intentions of stopping at this point, even though it was becoming harder and harder to get the worm to go deeper. 

She stopped for a moment and took a few moments to take in the yellowy part of the worm that remained sticking out from his cock. It looked like some alien tentacle was sprouting from his cock. She tugged on the nipple clamps a few times. It was obvious that Matt was in a world of his own. The torture of his nipples only increased the pleasure the worm was creating deep inside his cock. She wrapped her hand around his rock hard penis and slowly worked his cock up and down. She could feel the worm and how thick it was in his cock. Now she used both hands to work the worm into his cock. She wanted it all the way in. It took another few minutes as Matt gasped and moaned with his head rolled back but finally the whole length of the worm was buried deep in his urethra. All two feet. It was then that Matt noticed that there was a length of string tied to end of the worm. 

"Perfect." She said as she got to her feet. 

She turned her petite body around and lowered her wet pussy onto his cock, easing his manhood into the sweet folds. The sensations were incredible. The worm inside created feelings of intense pleasure for both, the worm made his cock even harder along her clitoris and the girth of the worm worked the inside of his cock as her pussy enveloped him. He humped upwards to meet her, thrusting deep into her cunt. She pinched her nipples as she impaled herself. They both moaned deeply awash in pleasure. She road him until she began to tire, though she never found an orgasm through intercourse, it certainly felt good. But it was time for the next stage. 

Matt was panting in pleasure as his hard cock pulled free of her pussy. He was fairly close to orgasm, but apparently that would have to wait. "It's time to get back to business. So you mentioned paying me again." She looked down at his hard cock that bulged full of worm. He nodded. "Good." She walked over to his discarded jeans and pulled his wallet out. He only had $40 in it, she removed both twenties and dropped them into her coat pocket. "Well, since you're shorting me this time around, I'm going to have to make this worse for you. Sorry." She grinned.

She kneeled down in between his legs again. Her hand came up and started to lightly smack his dangling sack. He moaned and pushed his body down a bit further and spread his legs as far as he could. She took the invitation to take a little more frustration out on his balls, he accepted the pain with moans. With her other hand she found the end of the worm and worked it further into his cock. It went in further much easier. She pushed it in until the end of the worm was past where his shaft met his body. She stopped smacking his balls and went into her bag again and pulled out a tube of toothpaste. She held the bottle up for him to look at. "This is why I tied you up." She licked the end of his cock, where the string hung out of the tip of his hole. 

His eyes widened as she opened the toothpaste and put the end of the tube into his pee hole. She pushed it in as far as it would go. He submitted himself to what would come next and could already feel the cool feeling of the toothpaste within his cock. He mouthed the word 'please no.' Miss Andrea shook her head and started to squeeze out the toothpaste directly into his urethra. He gasped as the cool minty cream started to immediately burn inside his cock. She relentlessly emptied the tube of toothpaste into his cock. The sensation wasn't entirely horrible as the cream pushed into his urethra. It went from cool, to hot to intensely pleasurable. He moaned and panted as she pushed toothpaste deep into his cock. She was surprised he wasn't screaming bloody murder. "Does it hurt?" 

"Yes, but it's bearable." He said. 

She sorta laughed. "Well I guess that's good, want it in your ass too?" 

He shook his head quickly knowing exactly how much that hurt. She shrugged her shoulders and pushed more toothpaste into his cock until he was full up to where the worm was stuck way in his cock. Once his cock was full she put the practically empty tube of toothpaste on the couch and watched as toothpaste oozed from his cock.

"Well, I guess it's time to get my worm back." She tugged on the string. With the slightest pressure the worm started to travel back up his cock. Toothpaste poured from his cock, the burning sensation increased dramatically as the worm forced it's way back out. Matt began to howl as his cock burned. Now Andrea was beginning to enjoy herself watching Matt pant and shake from the pain that tore it's way through his cock. Finally the worm came out of his cock and after a few minutes of tugging and moaning from Matt, she slowly pulled the rest of it out. It popped out of his cock, toothpaste covered the outside of his penis, and created intense feelings there too. However, despite the pain, Matt remained hard the entire time, his balls boiling with cum. 

"You should flush out your cock." She said as she started to untie him. When she was done he ran to the bathroom. 

When he finally got done and walked back out, she was already gone. There was a note on the table. "Don't cum, I'll know if you do. Miss Andrea."



Session Ch. 03



Matt was overwhelmed with boredom. He hadn't had much luck getting any sort of relationship working. Andrea was driving him insane. He need her, he needed her ministrations which he was truly beginning to crave. She texted him only a few times that week. He was saving himself for her as she commanded. The orgasm denial stuff was just about the hottest thing ever. 

A text came in as Matt sat playing a video game, "Hey what's up?" from Andrea. "Not much. You?" He replied back. A few minutes past. Nothing came through. He was about to lose interest when a reply came. 

"I'm having a really bad day." 

Matt was a friend so of course he cared, "Want to talk about it?" 

"No... but..."

But? What was the but about? Matt wondered, "?"

"Can I come over and take it out on you?"

Matt's cock sprung to attention immediately, "of course" he texted back.

Matt paced back and forth. There was no reply. Was she coming over? When? What did she have in mind. It drove him crazy. Minutes went by, then an hour went by. Matt sent a text, another question mark, but there was no reply then he heard the door open. He heart was pounding. 

She was looking hot as always. Her hair a bright blonde color now that he liked. It was much warmer out, she had a low cut tight shirt on that showed off her ample cleavage and a skirt that made him almost immediately hard. 

"Take your clothes off slave." She said in a cute but demanding voice.

He quickly complied and stripped off his clothes and stood before her. Her fingers caressed his body slowly, then her left hand found his nipple and her right, his balls. She squeezed both vigorously. "Ahhh!" he said. She was being intensely rough. 

"Oh be quiet, you want this." She said. He did. She used her nail on his nipple and her other hand squeezed his balls. He was breathing quickly but kept himself perfectly available for whatever she had in mind. 

Her hand let go of his balls and immediately slapped his nuts hard. Hard enough for him to gasp and bend inward. 

"No, push your hips out." She continued to squeeze his nipple. He did quickly. Again she slapped his balls, five more times she did, each one hurting more then the last. The last one had brought him to his knees. She let go of his nipple at the same time.

"First things first, I came over for me." She took off her clothes as Matt regained his composure and stood back up. She stripped off her shirt and undid her bra revealing her perfect supple tits. They jiggled a bit as she slipped her panties off from under her skirt. 

She pushed past him to the couch where she assumed her favorite position – doggy style, pulling her skirt up as she settled into cushions of the couch, she even brought over her favorite vibrator and was working her clitoris expertly, "Put your dick in me. And don't you dare cum." He was quick to act, slamming his cock into her wet pussy. His hands pulled hips as he fucked the hot temptress. Her hands expertly worked her pussy and within minutes she was crying out in orgasm. After it had faded, she pushed his hips back and he popped out of her. 

"Go lay on the end of the bed, knees up." She pushed him towards the bedroom.

Matt did as he was told, the juices of her pussy still clinging to his cock. Precum seeped from his hole. He got on the bed as commanded with his feet right at the edge, his cock and balls exposed. He could hear Andrea rummaging around the kitchen and in her purse. His cock pulsed with anticipation. "Close your eyes and keep them closed," she said. All went dark as he closed his eyes. He could hear her come into the bedroom, "Good boy." She climbed onto the bed and began wrapping a cloth around his head covering his eyes. Once done, Matt opened his eyes but couldn't see a thing. She then took hold of his hand, then his other one and pulled them up over his head. She began tying his wrists together, then tied them above his head. She moved a bit next to him to slide off the bed, stopped. He felt her lips come to him and they kissed sensually for a few seconds. She pulled away and got off the bed. 

Her touch was like electric as she touched his balls, pulling them away from his body. Then he could feel the rope being tied around, pulling his balls down and tightening the skin. She looped the rope around 5 or 6 times till there was no more skin left to wrap. His balls felt so exposed, throbbing, open for whatever ministrations she could conjure up. 

"I want you to know, I'm not mad at you. I'm going to hurt these," she said as she wrapped her hand around his testicles and squeezed, "but only because I need to, and I know you'll enjoy it." She let go briefly and like a jolt of lightning, her hand slapped his trapped balls sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through his body. Matt gasped loudly. She pushed his knees back apart and slapped his balls hard, over and over. She continued smacking his balls until he could take it any more, whimpering he struggled to close his legs and stop the pain. He twisted to the side and pulled his knees up. She stopped the assault on his balls. Through his panting he could hear her satisfied noises. Her fingers once again found his balls which tied up were constantly exposed. She caressed them softly. Her other finger found his anus. She pushed her finger in slightly. One, then two knuckles. 

She continued to finger his ass and massage the balls she had just punished for a couple minutes. Pulling her finger out, she bent over and kissed and licked the tight reddened skin on his balls. The pleasure was exhilarating for him. He started to moan a bit. She pulled away and pulled on his knees again. He brought his knees back up and opened his legs for her again. 

"Good." She began caressing his balls lightly and noted the pre-cum dripping from his cock.

She gathered some things up as Matt shuttered in anticipation. Then her hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, stroking him to an almost painful hard on. More pre-cum oozed from the tip. She took a condom and unwrapped it, "This will definitely feel weird." She then picked up one of the smaller sounds and unraveled the condom over it's length. She brought the condom covered sound to the tip of his cock and began pushing the condom into his cock. It didn't feel as weird as he expected but he still moaned as the sound traveled down his cock. She used a smaller sized one so it slipped right into his well worked hole. After it had descended all the way she carefully pulled the sound free of the condom. Now it felt weird. "Perfect," she commented at her handiwork. The condom was all the way into his cock so that just the opening of it remained, "Now let's see what we can put in there." 

As if she had this all planned out she held his rock hard cock in place and began pushing something stiff into his cock. He moaned out as she pushed it into his hole. "We fit 3 q-tips in here before, let's see what we can fit now," she said as he felt a second one pushing into his hole. The condom made it easier as the second one slid in. She stroked his cock a few times as he heard and felt lubricant being squeezed into the hole in the condom. As she pushed the third one is, Matt began moaning loudly as his urethra was expanded to fit it's girth. He gripped the sheets tightly as she pushed the little torture device into him. "Can't wait to push the fourth in now," she snickered and she stroked his cock a bit more. He spread his legs a bit more offering his hole to her willingly. She eagerly took the invitation and started easing the fourth one into his hole. Matt grunted as he felt the pain in his urethra as the q-tip was pushed into his hole. It felt bizarrely good, her hand around his cock, the other one pushing in the q-tip. He felt like he was going to orgasm from the kinkiness of it. If only she was stroking him a little more. He felt his orgasm building and was his moaning became more and more pronounced. She finished pushing the fourth one in and noticed his pleasure. She smirked as she stroked his cock some more, up and down his whole shaft. She could see his body tighten as the orgasm was nearing. But just before he was about to cum she let go of his cock, made a fist and punched him right in his sperm filled scrotum. Matt howled as he closed his legs and gasped in pain and frustration. "You don't get to come yet. And you didn't ask," she sounded actually mad. 

She lightly pried at his legs and he opened them again for her, "And you might not get to come at all now today just because of that." For a second time she punched him in the balls, but not quite as hard. Matt grunted again but kept his legs open for her. His orgasm had completely past, between the pain in his urethra and the pain in his balls. 

He heard the click of her phone as she obviously took a picture of his predicament. He suffered it willingly. He could then feel the tugging of the q-tips as she pulled them free of his condom filled cock. She was nice enough to pull the first two out one at a time and the then the last two out together. 

"And now the main course, I've been thinking about this one for a few days," He could hear her fiddling with something making a noise he couldn't quite figure out. Turned out they were frozen peas and she began feeding them into the condom one by one. They were cold and he moaned out as they felt like they were freezing the inside of his cock as she pushed them in and helped them descend into his cock. One by one she pushed them in. His hungry hole ate them up quickly. As she pushed each one into his hole, she then pushed it down his shaft as far as it would go... and she just kept repeating the process. After a while, the cold sensation went away. His fingers found his way to his nipples and he squeezed them, pleasure emanating from every part of his body.

After what seemed like 10 minutes she unceremoniously announced that she thought his cock was full. And it sure felt like it. He guessed she was able to push over 100 into his cock. He could feel them struggling for space in his urethra. "Lay down on the bed properly," she said and he turned himself on the bed. He heard her undo her skirt and then it hitting floor and climbed up on top of him. His cock was already pressing into her wet folds as she bent over him, kissing him deeply. His hands came up to her full breasts and began caressing them and pinching her nipples slightly. They kissed rather passionately for way longer than he expected. As she pulled away from his lips, her other lips descended upon his cock. She moaned louder than he did as his manhood pushed into her depths. The peas creating and exhilarating sensation for her. She sat on him and began gyrating on his body. Her fingers were down at her pussy playing with her clitoris. His hands found her tits and nipples and played with them as she liked. 

It only took perhaps a minute and Andrea's pussy was clenching on his full cock tightly as she moaned and eventually had what sounded like an amazing orgasm. He pinched her nipples tightly through out the whole thing. She was panting as she finished. He gave her nipples one last squeeze, then fondled her breasts softly, "Thank you slave." She bent down and kissed him deeply once more. 

"Don't you dare masturbate or cum." She kissed him again. "This cock and balls are mine," she said as she gyrated her hips for emphasis. "You will only cum when I tell you you can," she eased herself off his cock. He moaned knowing she would leave without giving him an orgasm.... and thus she owned him.



Session II: 08/25/08



hello again, readers. . . . once again . . . . this is for DADDY (although, isn't EVERYTHING) . . . . . even though HIS approval is what matters most, i would love to hear from you. Many of you have asked about how my training is going . . . . so enjoy. . . . and don't forget. . . .feedback is welcome. . . . . . . 

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dearest Daddy, 

i can't tell you how utterly frustrating it was, trying to fight my way out of work, through rush hour and into your arms. yet the second i saw your smile, felt the brush of your hand against my face, i was home. it floors me how one brief touch, one small kiss, can melt away all of the trials of everyday life. when i am with you, the world no longer exists. there is only YOU and me. and the heat we generate together. 

my lust for you, Daddy. . . my need to please you, is what gets me through my days. if you had not pulled back when your roommate entered the room, i would have dropped to my knees and begged you to fuck my face, then and there. but, unfortunately for me, you had other plans.

i had hoped that you'd forgotten about my punishment. you hadn't. how cruel of you, Daddy, to take me into your basement, into that small dark bathroom and order me to strip off everything but my heels. oh, Daddy! The stained, chipped concrete floor was so HARD, so COLD against my knees. with my arms behind my back, my head bowed in submission, it wasn't long before my legs began to ache. the stiletto heels of my shoes dug unmercifully into my ass as i waited for you to return. how hard it was to hear you walk back upstairs, so far away from where you'd placed me!

when you returned and said my ten minutes was over, i was shocked. ten minutes!?!? surely not, Daddy! it HAD to have been longer. it was an eternity. an eternity where my mind raced:

what if he doesn't return? 

what if one of his roommates comes in?

why have i done this to myself?

why can't i be a good girl?

what if, for my disobedience, he decides i'm too much trouble to train? 

am i to be without him forever? 

THAT, Daddy, i could not bear. for who am i, WHAT am i without you?

the relief i felt when you returned, shook me. i felt so foolish for sobbing in your arms, but i could not help it. to feel you pressed against me, fully clothed while i was naked merely emphasized how vulnerable i was. 

i dressed, as instructed, took your outstretched hand, followed you up the stairs and into your room. you were so sweet, Daddy. so loving as you explained why i was punished and why you chose the punishment you did. as i lay with my head in your lap, your hand stroking my hair, i was content. until you said it . . . . 

"It's time to work on your orgasm control, babygirl."

it's hard to not cum so much, so soon. i'm in a constant state of readiness around you, Daddy. you touch me briefly and i'm lost. when you had me stand at the foot of your bed, my arms on the wall above my head, i knew i was in trouble. i could smell the musky sweetness of my cunt. my belly was turning, my knees shaky, i knew i was already on the edge. you pushed me further, Daddy, when you stroked your hands up and down my back, my ass and my legs. when you took your fingers and shoved them into my pussy. . . .no YOUR pussy . . . . i lost it. all i can remember is exquisite thrust of your fingers and the violent heat that took over my whole being. 

as i came down from the sweetest high, you whipped me around and showed me your hand. tiny rivers of my juices flowed from your glistening palm, down your forearm.

"Clean it up, slut! Did I tell you to cum!?"

"yes, Daddy! no, Daddy! forgive me, Daddy!"

(mmmmmm. . . . . i can still taste the combination of my juices and your skin. )

time was lost, as you stroked me, teased me, telling me to breathe. telling me not to cum. oh how i reveled in your praise whenever i did well. 

"Good, babygirl. NO! Not yet! Hold it, baby. . . . hold it for Daddy. You can do it!"

were you pleased, Daddy? i'm trying so hard for you. i WANT to be your good little slut. 

i was so happy when you'd decided i'd had enough. . . . when you placed me on my knees, my forehead down, and fucked me like the whore am.

thank you, Daddy, for giving me so much. thank you for my punishment. . . . my training. . . . your cock. 

thank you.

your babygirl. . . . . your subslut. . . . elle



Session III: 08/26/08



Daddy, 

i don't know what's wrong with me . . . . . . i don't know where she comes from. i shouldn't even call it "she", for it's not worthy. . . . . you know of whom i speak, Daddy. . . . . . that naughty little demon that hides inside me. i can't control it.  

it sneaks up on me at the worst times! . . . . we had had such a wonderful day, Daddy. just you and i . . . . . . . no one else . . . . 

the two of us, walking hand in hand, you in your polo and cargo shorts, me in my favorite skirt, the tiny pleated one with the brown and pink plaid pattern. . . . (what a perfect choice you made for our outing, Daddy). the weather was perfect, despite the thick, almost damp feel to the air. mmmm. . . .naked weather, Daddy . . . comfortably warm, with a nice breeze. . . *sigh*. . . . 

i was so nervous being out for the first time dressed as your babygirl and embarrassed that my palms were sweating. i could feel the breeze find the spaces between our entwined fingers and palms. . . . but you didn't let go, Daddy. . . . how good you are at taking care of me.

my skirt was super short and my heels, which made my legs seem even longer, shorted it even more. every so often, once while crossing that busy street, the breeze would turn into short gust of wind, tossing my skirt around my ass. . . . . but i was determined not to figet. . . no adjusting. . . . . i wanted to be good for you.

do you remember when we came upon those pseudo yuppie shops, Daddy? there were so many people sitting there. i could see them staring at our slut parade. . . . the women with distain. . . . the men with envy. my stomach clenched when we drew near the large group of black guys sitting at the sidewalk tables. i knew we would not go unnoticed . . . . . . how could they miss us, darling Daddy. . . . . a barely 20-something white man walking hand in hand with a 30 something year old black woman, dressed in adorably slutty clothes. . . . . . a sight i'm sure!

did you hear the comments?. . . . . . the whistles? . . . . . . see the leers? did you hear the shocked profanity when they saw the back of my little skirt? . . . . .when they clearly must have noticed my ass cheeks play peek-a-boo under the swishing pleats? my pussy. . . . . sorry, Daddy. . . . YOUR pussy swells just thinking about it.

i was relieved when we finally made it to your favorite little greek restaurant. it was small and i figured since it was a tuesday night, i'd have the place and you all to myself. . . mmmmm. . . . . even before you opened the door, i could smell the earthy aromas coming from inside.. . . .the rich savory smell of garlic, olive oil, and lamb . . . . the light sweetness of honey, yogurt and pastries. . . . you always chose the perfect things, Daddy.

i was floored when we entered and it was PACKED! full tables everywhere! no dark seductive corner in which to seduce my Daddy. no relief from the stares of people when my brief little skirt flicked by. . . . . and the silence. . . . the silence, Daddy , when we approached the dining area. all i could hear was the clip. . . clip . . . . . . clip. . . . clip. . . . of my heels on the hard floor. (they couldn't fucking splurge on a rug here or there!?)

i tried to appear calm. . . . but inside, Daddy . . . . . i was FREAKING OUT!!

no booth?!?

just a tiny table with two tiny chairs?!?

chairs with no substance. . . no shielding arms or sides?!?

nothing to hide that my skirt was so short, my bare ass rested against the seat?!?

you, however, did not seem effected. you stood until i was seated . . . . settled yourself. . . . and looked pleased. where you pleased, sweet Daddy? did your babyslut do well?

i was surprised when you let me look over the menu. i was over whelmed. don't misunderstand me, Daddy. i was eating at wonderfully unique greek restaurants before you'd even thought to try spanakopita or loukoumades. but with you, i seem to have forgot how to decide for myself. everything on the surprisingly extensive menu looked and sounded wonderful. . .but i started feeling anxious. . . 

do i want this to eat? 

what about that? 

oh! that one seems good! 

what do i want?

what do i want?

what if i chose the wrong thing and miss out on something great?!? 

i have to chose!

. . . . so. . . . . i made the only choice that felt right. . . . i looked away from the menu to your smiling face asked you to decide for me.

i soon forgot about the crowded dining room, the two little old ladies seated right next to us, the shortness of my skirt. our conversation ranged from the silly, to the everyday, to the philosophical, to subtle (and not so subtle) innuendos. 

our meal took a while, but the wait was worth it. i loved sharing with you. . . . eating perfect little bites that you chose for me. . . . . filling your mini pita triangle with savory food combinations that i thought you'd enjoy.

you were so sneaky, Daddy, with your gentle touches on my thighs from across the table. . . . . your hard, hot looks in the middle of seemingly innocuous conversation. . . your fingers playing with along my fingers and palms. you kept me on the edge. until finally, i couldn't take any more and blurted out of nowhere. . . . . "i want to go home, Daddy."

you smiled. "i know, babygirl." 

before i knew it, (you must have reached your limit as well) we were outside and on our quick walk back to your place. 

the street had gotten even busier as the sun started to set. (there is a college campus situated here , after all) and you took advantage of that, didn't you, Daddy. . . . stopping at busy corners to caress me . . . . kiss me. . . . slip your hands under my skirt. by the time we got to your house, i was worked up enough that you could have taken me on the front lawn.

imagine my surprise when you had me lay on the bed not to relieve my need, but to cuddle as we watched a movie!

it was so hard to concentrate on "Hard Candy" with your hands slowly exploring my body. quite a few times, i turned in your arm to place kisses along your jaw and tease your lips with my tongue. you would let me play for a few seconds until my hands started to stray lower. . . then your eyes would get hard, your tone would get firm and you would order me to turn and pay attention like a good girl. DAMNIT!

finally it was over and you announced it was time to play. it started out so well, Daddy. you stroking me. . . teasing me. . . . making me work on my orgasm control. . . . until she. . . it. . . decided to join the party. . . . fucking demon whore! interrupting my play time with Daddy!

when you directed me to climb on top of you, it must have sensed an opportunity. "Put me in my pussy, babygirl." you instructed. it took over and made me hesitate. 

"I'm going to give you one chance, babygirl. I'm going to count to five. Put me in my pussy."

but it had taken over my mind. . . . . my actions. . . . my thoughts. . . . . it made me smirk and count down with you. . . . as if i had a will of my own.

"One. . . . . Two. . . . Three. . . . Four. . . FIVE!"

in an instant, you had flipped me off of you (i didn't realize you were so quick and strong, Daddy) and had me over your knees. twenty-five swats. ten on each cheek and five right in the middle along the break. (how precise you like to be, Daddy) no other pattern to them, no way of knowing which cheek is next or how hard. 

when you were finished, you shoved me on my back and spread my thighs apart. my ass burned so! the coolness of the sheets did nothing to alleviate the fire.

"Who's pussy is this!?!" you shouted.

i whimpered, frightened and shamed. "yours, Daddy."

"Right!" 

SMACK!

i didn't expect the hard punishing thwacks on my mound and cunt. i also didn't expect how sopping wet i would be after receiving them, when you shoved your thickness inside of me.

"Ahhh. . . . . you're so wet, slut!" you pulled of me and settle on the opposite side of the bed. "Suck it, baby! Suck your juices off Daddy's cock!"

mmmm. . . . . . it was so sweet and salty, Daddy. . . . so perfect. i wanted to take my time and lick every drop up. . . . but you had other plans. . . . 

you shoved your girth into the back of my throat. . . deeper and deeper. . . . again and again. . . . making me gag, over and over . . . . until the demon whore had had enough.

i don't know why it decided to slurp all of the saliva, pussy juices and pre-cum off your cock and launch them at your face! your sweet babycumslut would never disrespect you like that, Daddy. . . 

i'm so sorry!

i'm even sorrier that you were forced to punish me with your crop. (at least your cane stayed in the toy box) i thought i hurt before! oh, Daddy. . . . the heat! . . . . the fire! the searing sting that worsened when you put the crop aside, after i'm not sure how many strikes, and pounded me from behind. . . . could you feel the red hot flush against your thighs as you rode me? . . . . . . . the sweltering bite of your palm gripping my crimson cheeks?

i'm so grateful that i have you, Daddy. so thankful you are there to drive away the whore in me. so very grateful for the strength that controls what i cannot.

do you forgive me, Daddy? do you still care for me, even though i'm bad? will you show me how to be a good girl, Daddy?

i'm thankful that my bottom still throbs as i write this. thankful for the reminder to behave myself.

i will make it up to you, Daddy. i will show you that i can behave like your little princess should. . . . . i will do better, Daddy. . . . . . 

. . . . next time . . . . . . . 

always yours, 

sweet babygirl



Session in Skype



Allie sipped on her chardonnay, glancing often at the clock on the computer as she waited for Tim to get online for their "date". As usual he was running late, nights at the office tended to keep him, but she knew he'd be on sooner or later so she occupied herself with the latest Facebook game of Candy Crush. Just as she was about to finally finish a level she'd been working on for four days the Skype icon began to flash. A grin and the game was forgotten as she clicked on it in hopes that their night would soon be underway. 

HarleyFan: Hey babe, you on tonight?

MagicTale: Have I ever not been on a date night? You're a bit late tonight.

HarleyFan: I know, I know. Boss kept me late working on a report she has to give in the morning. Hope your day went better than mine.

MagicTale: Oh you know, same old same old. Librarian by day, wanton slut at night –evil grin- But seriously, the superintendent is starting to really drive me nuts. Worst thing is the rumor mill has it that she's pushing for another contract extension. Like she doesn't have enough damned money already. 

HarleyFan: I hear you, but at least it's a decent gig and you only have to make twenty years to get fully vested in the pension right?

MagicTale: Yup, only another twelve years and I'll be vested. Ten more after that and I'll have paid healthcare too. God, that makes me feel old and all grown up now. Thought thirty was the new twenty?

HarleyFan: Ha! That's what I've heard, yet to hear it. But it does mean that you've got more experience where it counts.

MagicTale: Hehe, one track mind you have love. Does that mean you'd like me to turn the cam on now?

HarleyFan: Of course!

Allie quickly touched up her lipstick and fluffed her hair, running her fingers through it. Even though they'd met in person and he'd seen what she really looked like after work, it was a habit that was hard to break. The straps of her purple bra were adjusted and the girls resettled into their cups, they both knew where their cam sessions always ended up so she'd long ago stopped wearing shirts and more than one night had just started out topless. Once everything was set, she clicked the camera on and gave it a quick smile before turning her gaze to the monitor. 

HarleyFan: Gorgeous as always! Makes the stress of my day feel like it's melting away.

MagicTale: Always the charmer, aren't you? Your turn!

She leaned back a bit in her chair, fiddling with the waistband of her sweatpants as she waited for the invite for his camera. It took a few seconds for the camera picture to show up, his connection wasn't quite as fast as hers, but the image of Steve brought a little smile to her lips. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar and showed the impeccably white t-shirt underneath. When she'd met him, one of the things that had impressed her was how well he took care of himself and that included the clothes he chose to wear. Tonight, like most nights, was no surprise.

MagicTale: Nice shirt, though I'm a little surprised you still have it on.

HarleyFan: Literally just got through the door, didn't want to keep you waiting much longer.

MagicTale: Uh huh, suuuure. You're just looking forwards to the show that's all.

She made sure to give the camera a long grin so that he would notice and know she was just teasing. Then she grabbed the top of a cup and pulled it down, revealing the light brown nipple underneath to him. Once she watched his reaction on the camera, she slid the material back up. 

Noting she had his full attention now, Allie leaned back in the office chair and reached out of sight of the camera to wrap her fingers around one of the toys on the desk. In front of the camera she brought out the pink jelly dildo, a favorite toy of theirs. Across the top of her chest she caressed it, teasing the tip between the luscious globes nestled in fabric. 

Slowly she raised the toy up to her lips, letting the tip linger on them before pushing it's way within her mouth. When the head was in, she turned so that he had a sideways look at her face and could watch as she slowly swallowed down the toy. Allie let the toy work her mouth and throat for a few strokes, then slowly pulled it free and turned to look at the camera. Her grey eyes were greeted with the view of Steve leaning back in his chair, pants unzipped and his thick cock being slowly stroked. Her tongue ran over her lips and she took that view as her signal to keep going. 

The dildo was placed in her lap so her hands could slip behind her back and undo the clasp of the bra, shrugging her shoulders to let the purple fabric fall free. Leaning back in the chair so that he could get a good look at her nude chest, Allie picked the dildo back up and began to slowly fellate it, her grey eyes watching his reactions. In and out the dildo slid, glistening with the layer of saliva, her tongue caressing the head each time it left her mouth. 

She watched as his hand slowly stroked his shaft, thumb matching her tongue by caressing the head with each upstroke. The movements of his hand matched the speed at which she throat fucked herself with the dildo. It was one of her favorite games, matching them so that he could simulate what she would do to him. Allie paused, drooling over the head of the dildo while he poured a generous amount of Astroglide to his swollen member. 

As she resumed the slow throat fucking, working the dildo ever deeper, her free hand slid down and undid the snap of her jeans. Sliding in, her fingers found her slit already drenched and began to caress her hard clit in circles. Moans were muffled by the jelly dildo shoved down her throat, contentedly suckling away as she watched his muscular hand flex and squeeze while it stroked his hard cock. 

When Allie could no longer stand the aching need to be filled, she pushed the chair back, stood up, and bent over. Slowly she worked the material of the jeans and panties down, letting her full rear and swollen pussy lips be exposed to his gaze. Looking back at the monitor, she grinned and reached a hand between her thighs to part her pussy lips with a pair of fingers. 

Once she was satisfied that he'd gotten a good look, she turned around and picked up a second dildo from the desk. This one was noticeably thicker than the one she'd been suckling on, not necessarily her preference but it did a wonderful job of splitting her pussy open for the camera. A quick click of the mouse and the microphone was turned on. Allie pressed the suction cup base down hard on the surface of the chair, wiggling to be sure that it had taken hold of the material. Climbing aboard the chair, she took a kneeling position over the dildo and began to rub the head against her slit to get it moist. 

A quick rub down with lube ensured that the dildo would be slick enough and slowly she began to settled herself on it, being sure to take it slow and easy. Gently she guided the toy inside of her till she felt the base press against the hard button of her clit. Rubbing herself lightly against the textured balls, she wiggled around to get used to the girth. Bracing her hands upon the arms of the chair, Allie began to rock her body up and down upon the toy, feeling each simulated vein as it slid in and out of her tight hole. 

Once she'd built up a good rhythm, Allie leaned back on the chair, grasping the arms to give him a better view of her pussy being split open by the purple monster. Her moans filled the air, she watched his eyes follow her body through it's motions, his hand stroking and squeezing that cock she loved. Every time she saw his hand muscles flexed, she would flex her kegel muscles, imagining that she was squeezing down upon him. 

As she felt more comfortable balanced in the chair, her right hand slipped down to let her fingers begin to tease and rub her swollen clit. She could feel the need for release coming and the extra caressing would increase the intensity. Her eyes were focused solely on his cock, watching it pulse and waiting for it to explode. Insides were clenched tight, ready to explode themselves, but she held back as best she could, trying to time hers to as close to his as possible. 

Her eyes went wide as she could see the slight expansion of flesh at the base of his cock when the cum began to surge through him. The sight of his oncoming orgasm triggered her own, back slamming against the chair as her jaw dropped open to bellow out the screams of orgasm. In those brief moments everything but pleasure disappeared from her mind and as the feeling subsided, down into the chair she slumped, ignorant of the dildo pushed fully within her. 

Upon recovery her eyes settled upon his cleaning up the small mess made by her display. A satisfied smile crossed her face as she noted the cum soaked dish towel. Leaning forwards her fingers found the keyboard again. 

MagicTale: Glad you enjoyed, hope your dinner goes well. 

HarleyFan: Yours as well and thanks! Really needed that tonight!

She watched his camera go dark and clicked hers off as well, knowing that she would most likely be turning it on again in an hour or so.



Session Two with Slave Layla



Slave Layla waited for me on her hands and knees, poised expectantly on the floor in her tight black skirt, black bra and suspenders with the sort of stockings that I really loved. She is a naturally sensual woman, with long hair and the sort of smile that provokes both the best and worst impulses in me.

This was my second visit, the first one where I had taken my first few tentative steps as a Master was extraordinary and was something that would forever remain etched in my memory. There's something about whipping a woman who is writhing in pain/pleasure while she is chained to the wall that is something you never forget.

I had just had a shower so I felt clean and refreshed from the drama of my mundane job. I was dressed in the gear that had over the years developed a fetish association for me. I had my Taipan boots on, rugged boots used by law enforcement, with sixteen eyelets and a side zip that I had polished to a mirror finish. I was also wearing a towel wrapped tightly around my waist with a t-shirt that I'd just purchased which had an x-ray image of a loaded 9 millimetre handgun, something that reflected my mood - loaded and ready to go.

I pulled over the stark metal chair and placed a towel over my knees and told Layla to come over to me. She moved across and I told her to put her her head down across my lap. I caressed her neck, shoulders and back. She was very tense, I could feel the tension radiating from a place just underneath her right shoulder blade. Using my thumbs I massaged the tension out of her shoulders and she slowly relaxed, soft and pliant under my hands.

I ran my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp and shoulders in silence for several minutes and for each minute that passed, I could feel her tension drain out of her and my own sexual tension mount, held in check by my iron will. This is no cliché, domination for me involves controlling my own urges and experiences as much as the slave's. This creates an incredible tension which is both creative and sexual. I have found this to be a state of being that I really come alive.

In my vanilla world, this has involved leaving women panting, on the edge of orgasm, begging me to fuck them after their third or fourth orgasm and despite my rock hard cock and screaming desire, I have said "No" and watched them come again with my cock in their mouth. All of their concerns and inhibitions gone, just coming with their lips and tongue around my throbbing cock and their eyes looking at me as they are lost in the pulsing throes of orgasm.

It's only then that I fuck them, fuck them hard and fast while they scream in ecstatic fulfilment with their legs wrapped around my ass and their fingernails drawing blood from my back.

I was thinking of this as I held Layla's head in my hands and caressed the beautiful skin along her neck. I said "I want you to know that I remember your protocols, that there is to be no penetration or oral and that I respect your professionalism". Layla said "Thank you Master". I told her that during this session I would be working on her ass, paying special attention to it and making sure that it received the right punishment for her behaviour. I asked her if she brought her vibrator and she said "Yes Master" and I told her that I would be leaving that to her to use as I would be busy with other things, but only if she did well.. She smiled and said "Yes Master" with a bit of a wriggle in her hips.

I told her to stand up and told her to bring me the wrist shackles, the flogger and something that hits harder than a flogger as I worked my way up towards giving her a real workout. She brought over the items and I put the shackles around her wrists, then I picked up the flogger and had a close look at it. It was done very nicely with a red leather handle and I looked at the new implement. This was shaped like a ping pong paddle but it was black leather on one side and a black fur covering on the other. I told Layla to explain to me why this was the case and she told me that it was to punish on one side and the furry side was to provide pleasure due to the furry texture feeling nice on the skin.

I brought her over to a suspended shackling point in the middle of the dungeon. This was excellent as it consisted of a piece of heavy wood with two caribiners to hook the wrist shackles into. This wood was in turn suspended from a pulley from the ceiling. I tied her there and took a few steps away to consider the visual aesthetic of the situation. Layla's skin glowed with an inner fire and the tight black sheath skirt and bra ensemble that she wore complimented her figure.

Once I had finished tying her I told her that I would begin with the flogger and I stuck the leather clad bench, creating a very loud noise of leather hitting leather. This made Layla squeal in a very feminine fashion, jumping up about half a foot in her restraints. I started flogging her along her ass, lightly along her thighs, reaching around to cup her left breast through the black fabric of her bra. This felt extremely sensual. Layla responded with a low moan as I came up behind her and cupped both her breasts as I pressed up behind her, heeling their hot heavy weight in my hands.

I reached up into her thick mane of hair and grasped at the roots of her hair, pulling it into a tight pony tail and pulling on her hair, forcing her to arc her back, forcing her neck backwards so I could run my tongue over her ear and down along her neck. Layla moaned, she had not been expecting this and I could feel her body reacting like the finely tuned instrument that it was. I felt like a formula one racing driver taking his car through the first corner, this was fun and I felt completely alive.

I began spanking Layla. Spanking was something that I had earlier only ever done in jest. This was not one of those parting shots on a butt cheek, this was a slow methodical spanking. I told Layla to tell me how she should be spanked while I had my fistful of her hair, letting her know that I was in control. She told me that you should avoid hitting the same place twice and you should slowly build the spanking up in pace, to allow the body to get used to the pain and to allow the endorphin rush to kick in as you build up your pace.

I continued spanking her, working my way around her ass and thighs, through across one of her perfect 

ass cheeks through to another one. Each time I smacked her ass I got a squeal, that slowly changed in pitch, from the realm of a surprised grunt to a guttural moans as the pace and weight of my palms striking her tender flesh quickened to a faster tempo. I told Layla how I used to play percussion in my youth as I continued faster and faster. "I can tell Master" Layla said with a smile as she pushed back against me as I spanked that exquisite ass.

I stopped spanking her and once again reached around from behind to hold those magnificent breasts in my hand. I squeezed them and felt Layla moan as she fitted her body against mine, pushing back with that incredible ass that just felt so good to handle. As she was hooked to the beam suspended from the ceiling, her hands and arms were upraised, making it easy to unhook her bra and pull it roughly down over her breasts, exposing the creamy white flesh and brown curve of her nipples, making them stand proudly erect under the ministrations of my hands.

I walked around her and grasped the skin around her nipples with both hands, tightly squeezing just behind the nipple and bringing it up to my lips so I could run my tongue along each of these nipples, bringing gasps from Layla's lips as she hung there, responding so well to my caresses.

I was slowly becoming attuned to Layla's body and I noticed that her nipples were very sensitive, almost oversensitive. I told Layla to tell me why her nipples were so sensitive. Her reply was a very distracted "I don't know Master". She was distracted because as I was asking her I had pulled each nipple taut, gripping them tightly behind each nipple, replicating the effect of a nipple clamp with my fingers. Then I licked her nipples again while holding them tightly, except this time sucking hard on the one on the right and using my teeth somewhat on the left one. This staggered Layla and I ran my hands down over the curves of her breasts, down over her hips and down along the inside of her thighs.

I leaned forward and while I was running my hands across her inner thighs I told her that I wouldn't be using the nipple clamps today, but that I would be pursuing other interests in this session.

I unhooked her from the overhead shackles and told her to take off her tight black skirt and suspenders off and to go and bend over the bright red leather bench that ran across the wall of the dungeon. She knelt over the bench and I could see her gently hanging breasts lie flat against the leather as her incredible ass was bent in a perfect posture, her black lace panties stretched taut across her beautiful skin. It looked so good I almost felt dizzy from all of the blood rushing down into my cock.

I started to hit her with the paddle, moving through the same rhythm as before. Watching as my arm would raise and then swing forwards with the paddle as it hit that exquisite creamy flesh, watching the kinetic impact of my blow be absorbed into the taut musculature of Layla's legs and ass and hear her moans and grunts as each stroke hit her again and again. This was such an amazing feeling, seeing her body react in ways completely under my control. I felt ten feet tall and superhuman. This was what I am about and this is what I like to do.

"Get up on the bench with your vibrator" I said as Layla straightened and leapt across the room to grab her vibrator and some lubricant. She climbed up on the bench and asked "What do you want me to do Master?" she asked. I want you to run your vibrator along the skin of your thighs and along your pussy without sliding it inside you" I said.

I watched her as she did as she was told to do. She had the vibrator in her right hand running it up and down her thighs and along the outside of her pussy while I stood at the head of the restraint bench. Layla's head was resting against my chest as she caressed herself while I toyed with her breasts. "Please Master, I want to put it inside" she said. "Why" I asked her while I pulled her nipples taut, "Because I want to come Master!" she replied. I leant forward with my hot breath against her ear and neck and said "Then do so slave". She hurriedly grabbed for the small bottle of water based lubricant and squirted some on the end of her vibrator and then quickly slid it inside of herself. I could see and feel her tense up at this and as she reached forward to turn the vibrators speed and intensity up, I could see the ripples of pleasure make their way across her stomach as the secondary head of the vibrator was pushed up against her clit. She slid the vibrator in and out and then in again while I caressed her breasts and stomach, then she said "Master, I'm going to come, please Master, can I come? Please!"

I told her "Come Slave!" and she began, her hips bucking upwards in short sharp jerks, her stomach muscles clenching and pulling, clenching and pulling at the vibrator. She started grunting in short guttural breaths "Oh, Oh, Oh" as each wave of sensation spread through her body. She stopped then and I thought she was finished but if anything the muscular tension throughout her body became even stronger! Then she let go with everything, crying out as she came again in a long sharp burst of pure pleasure.

I stood at the end of the restraint bench drawing all of this sexual energy into my body as I watched the extraordinary spectacle Layla's amazing body was providing me. I could see her stomach muscles clenching and moving in rhythm with the flow of her orgasm, her thighs trembling as her whole body shuddered. Her head was pulled forward as the ground the second head of her vibrator into her clit sending another spasm waving through her body while my hands pulled her breasts forward and upwards, the added tension through her nipples making her body shake.

I told slave Layla to take her vibrator out and to continue to lay flat on the leather bench. I told her to breath deeply and evenly and to let all of the tension in her body drain out and to just lay there and breathe. As she did this I kept one hand against her forehead maintaining that physical connection while I watched her settle down from the sexual peak. I could feel all of her sexual energy grounding itself down through me, all along my body and down through the floor through my feet and it was a glorious feeling. I had led my slave along the path I had chosen, exhibiting my domination of her and rewarding her with an orgasm that had left her lying there totally relaxed and at peace, all by my hand.

It was a very powerful feeling.

I let go and walked several feel away where I sat down in the chair and watched her for a few minutes. Then I told her to get up and to come over to where I was sitting. She sat up initially and then had to catch herself for a moment as she got all dizzy. "I'm sorry Master, that was such a powerful orgasm that I'm feeling a bit dizzy, just give me a moment". I told her to take her time as I meant to have her grateful and eager to please when she provided my own release.

She came over to where I sat and I told her to get ready to provide my sexual release and she walked over to the rack of equipment and put on her surgical gloves and brought over her lubricant. I found the gloves which were part of the safety elements of this play to be a unique turn on in themselves, not in a medical fetish sense but just that it meant that I could completely relax as I was in the hands (no pub intended) of a professional.

I sat there in the chair as slave Layla started running her hands up and down my throbbing cock, cupping my tight balls in one hand while stroking the shaft of my cock with the other. I watched her do this, occasionally she would lick her lipstick covered lips and lean forward to blow a stream of cool air across the head of my cock.

There's a feeling of intimacy that you cannot escape when a woman has you quite literally by the balls.

The same connection I felt while I was holding slave Layla while she came earlier in the session. It's the same connection that I would feel while climbing a sheer rock face in the aussie bush, that feeling of trust when you're doing something extreme and out of the ordinary. A feeling where the risks you take are balanced against the knowledge and skill of the person who in both the rock climbing and BDSM scenarios holds your life "at the other end of the rope".

Layla continued stroking my cock which by now had become so rock hard that it felt like it was going to explode. The way slave Layla would stoke my cock while looking deep into my eyes was like living electricity being pumped into me. 

As she stroked my cock she told me that while she had her vibrator inside her, she had fantasised about being fucked while being bent over the leather bench, with her hair pulled back so she could watch whoever was fucking her in the mirror at the same time. She had such a sexy smile on her face as she told me this, the sort of sensual smile that only a woman in full control of her sexuality can give you, a look that says that they have fond memories of your cock and want more of it. It was enough to send me over the edge.

"Look me in the eyes while I come" I said and she started stoking me faster and faster. I locked eyes with her and we connected on such a visceral level it was extraordinary, I could see her pupils expand as we gazed into each others eyes as my orgasm rocked my body, come exploding out of my cock as she kept stroking me fiercely, electric spasm after electric spasm igniting my body as I shook in the throes of one of my most memorable orgasms ever. Slave Layla kept me there right in the middle of it as she milked ever last drop of come out of my cock until I started laughing at the sheer delight of being alive.

"That was fucking unbelievable" I said, laughing out loud. Slave Layla smiled coyly and said "Thank you Master" as she cleaned the come and lubricant off my still throbbing cock.

I sat there and just laughed. Laughed at the fact that I had a female goddess slave on her knees in front of me in a professional dungeon and there I was, Master (for the hour) of all I surveyed. Life doesn't get any better than this!



Session with a Goth Girl



Gareth rang, sounding excited. "Man, have I got a subject for you. She's a fuckin' goddess, and says she's right into it."

I'd met Gareth a few months previously, when I was doing a magazine photoshoot at a Goth/S&M club called the Vault. We got to talking about photography, and he said he knew a few girls who'd be willing to take part in the sort of shoots that I'd been doing lately. I had thought he was all talk, but since then he had brought five girls along to my studio, and the results had generally been more than satisfactory.

"So who is she then?"

"Only met her last night. Name's Natalie. Says she's been in the scene a couple of years. Only thing is, she won't do it for less than a thousand bucks. She's got some debts."

"A thousand, eh? And she knows what we'll expect for that sort of money?"

"Yep, and it's not a problem. I'm telling you, you're going to be thrilled when you see this one."

"Okay, okay. When can she do it?"

"Tomorrow night?"

"Sounds good. Be here at nine."

Gareth was prone to exaggeration, so I wasn't letting myself get too excited yet.

The following night, just after nine, I opened the door to find Gareth on the doorstep. He was wearing his customary long, black leather jacket, and his hair, which was long and dyed black with red streaks, was tied back. He grinned at me wickedly – Gareth's face always reminds me a bit of Mr Punch – and stepped inside, followed by a girl of about 18. He was right – she was stunning.

Her straight, shoulder-length hair was dyed jet-black. Her pale face was angelic, with big, dark brown eyes accentuated with kohl, full lips painted with scarlet lipstick, and a delicate nose and chin. She had a few piercings – several rings through each ear, a ring trough the side of her nose and a stud beneath her bottom lip. She wore a black dress of silk-like material, cut to just above the knee, with a bodice fastened by red laces that was tight over her large breasts. Fishnet stockings, chunky black boots and a black handbag completed the ensemble. She was, indeed, a veritable Goth goddess.

"This is Natalie," said Gareth,

"Pleased to meet you," I said. "Done any modelling before?"

"Not, um, professionally, no. Gareth said you're a very good photographer."

"I'd like to think so." I pointed to some fairly innocuous black and white images on the wall, a few nudes among them. She looked at them and nodded. The thought of what we would be doing to this beautiful creature was already making my cock hard.

"You want a drink before we start? Some wine?"

"Um, I'd like to get the money first, if that's alright," she said.

"Of course." I got my wallet out, extracted 1,000 dollars in 100 dollar bills and handed it to her. She counted it and put it in her handbag. I gave her a model release form which she sat down and read and then signed.

"Okay," I said, clapping my hands together. "Let's do it." I led them out of the lounge room and down the hallway that led to my studio, which had originally been the garage of the house. It was a large room with a cement floor and a big, battered workbench running along one side, covered in tools and photographic equipment. From the rafters hung a variety of ropes, chains and pulleys. In one corner there was a wardrobe with a few costumes in it, and scattered around the floor were a carpenter's wooden horse, some wooden stocks, a leather couch, a wooden armchair and a fridge. A rack on one wall held whips, canes and other implements.

As we entered, I saw Natalie looking up at the ropes and chains, and tried to figure out the expression on her face, but I couldn't. She didn't look scared though. I told her to sit on the chair. I walked around the room, turning on lights and the two video cameras that were set up to record events. 

Gareth went over to the fridge, got a beer for himself and one for me. He offered Natalie a drink, and she took a can of bourbon and coke. 

I picked up a camera and started to take some shots of her. I have a few iron rules with photo shoots, one of which is to always start with shots of the model clothed, as you might see her on the street. I find that makes what comes later more exciting.

I asked he her how long she had been into the Goth scene, and the S&M scene in particular. She said about two years, since coming to the city from the country and meeting her boyfriend. She was a sub, she said, and liked to be beaten. She answered my questions in just a few words, while looking down at the floor. I didn't know whether it was because she was shy or nervous.

"Right," I said. "I think now, I'll get you to take off the dress."

She took a deep breath, and put the drink can on the floor and stood up. She undid the lace on the bodice and pulled it off, then unzipped her skirt at the side and let it fall to her feet. Underneath, she wore a red lace bra, black panties and a garter belt holding up the fishnet stockings. I snapped some more pictures as she stripped.

"The bra too," I said. 

She pulled the straps over her shoulders and the cups down so that her big, heavy breasts spilled out. They were round and perfectly proportioned, with stubby pinkish-brown nipples and just the barest hint of blue veins beneath the milky skin. She twisted the bra around her waist so that it was back to front, unhooked it and dropped it on the floor, then stood with her hands on her hips, a bit of a defiant look on her face now, as I snapped more shots, including some close-ups of her magnificent tits. I looked for scars or bruises or other marks on her body, but couldn't see any. He skin was perfect. She had black celtic tattoos on her upper arms, and a sun design around her belly button, which was pierced.

I put the camera down. "Okay, Gareth, give us a hand." Gareth, who had been sitting on the couch, leapt off it and came over.

Reaching up, I got hold of one of the ropes hanging from the rafters. It had a loop already tied at the end of it. I took hold of Natalie's left hand, slipped the loop around her wrist and tightened it. Gareth did the same with her other wrist. The ropes were threaded through pulleys, with the other ends attached to hooks on the walls. Taking a rope each, Gareth and I pulled on them so that the girl was raised slowly into the air, her arms in a 'V' shape, and stopped when her toes were just touching the floor.

Gareth went to the workbench and came back with a ball gag which he fastened over her mouth. He walked around her, inspecting her, and put his hands on her tits and gave them a good squeeze. I began to take photos. Taking hold of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, he pulled them as hard as he could until they were about two inches long, then twisted them roughly.

He took off his coat and threw it on the couch. He was wearing a fancy, embroidered black shirt and leather pants. He undid his belt, which had a big silver buckle, and took it off. I'd noticed that in these sessions he usually liked to start with the belt. He got hold of Natalie's left breast in one hand, and flicked the belt across it, right on the nipple, quite lightly at first, then repeated it a few times, each blow a little harder. He did the same with other breast, and finished by flicking the belt back and forth over both of them as Natalie, the ball gag in her mouth, groaned quietly. When he had finished, her lovely big breasts hung down, quite red, the nipples puffy.

I got a pair of scissors from the workbench and handed them Gareth. "Cut her panties off," I said.

"Aye, aye, sir." He took the scissors and poked Natalie's breasts with them, pressing their points quite deep into them. As I knelt beside him to get some close-ups he drew the scissors down her stomach, leaving two long, faint scratches, then began to prod her pubic mound with them through the black panties, which made Natalie flinch.

Slipping a finger into the waistband of the panties, he snipped one side of them. The front of the panties fell away, revealing a delightfully rounded, freshly shaved pussy with a little pentagram tattooed just above the slit. 

Gareth spread her legs apart so we could get a proper look at her cunt, which was a pretty thing with crinkled pink labia that protruded a little. It was, I saw, quite wet with her juices. Gareth got the scissors and poked at the soft flesh, and pushed them a little way into her vagina. Then he cut the other side of the panties and pulled them off.

Dropping the scissors, he got one arm around her right leg, grasping her thigh, and pulled it back firmly so that her cunt was opened up. Taking up his belt again with the other hand, he brought the end of it down on her pubis. Natalie writhed around but Gareth held her tightly and brought the belt down again and again on the tender cunt flesh.

Satisfied, Gareth dropped the belt. He went to the wall on which the rack of whips hung, selected one, and stood behind Natalie. I repositioned one of the video cameras to get a better shot. Gareth proceeded to whip Natalie's back and buttocks, good hard strokes that left her skin covered with long, thick welts, from some of which oozed a little blood. When he was finished with her back, he gave her front a whipping too, concentrating on her tits, though less intense this time.

We conferred for a moment, and I went to the workbench and picked out a few items, including bulldog clips, masking tape and a little clear plastic case containing needles, which I placed on the wooden chair. Gareth picked up some of the bulldog clips and started to attach them to Natalie's body – to her nipples and around her breasts, to her arms and stomach. Then, kneeling, he pulled on one of her labia, stretching it right out, and affixed a clip to it, then repeated the operation with the other one. He then taped the clips to the inside of her thighs so that her cunt was kept stretched open. 

After I had taken a few pictures of her like this, he removed the clips from her nipples and picked up the needle case. Taking hold of one nipple, he pushed a needle through it. Natalie groaned, he head tossing this way and that, her hair, damp with sweat now, sticking to her face. She still had the ball gag in her mouth and saliva dripped down her chin. He thrust a needle through her other nipple, then inserted six or seven more into her breasts, some straight in, others at an angle so the points broke through the skin on the other side.

We decided it was time to tie her up in a different way. Loosening the ropes that were supporting her, we lowered her a bit, then tied two more ropes to her ankles. When we were finished, Natalie was suspended at waist height from the floor, her body level with it, spreadeagled with her legs wide apart. 

Gareth stepped back to admire our handiwork, one hand on his crotch. Unzipping his fly, he brought his cock out and wanked himself until he was hard. Approaching Natalie again he positioned himself so that his prick, which was now pointing stiffly upwards, was just inches from the open pink cunt. As I moved in again with the camera, he put his hands on the girl's thighs and pushed her forward, then let her go. Natalie's body began to swing back and forth. Gareth stood quite still and watched, a wicked grin on his face, as the swinging brought her cunt up to the head of his prick, then away again, which made him laugh. Then he grabbed her legs and began to fuck her.

After I'd taken sufficient shots of this I put the camera down. I walked around so that I was standing next to Natalie's head, which was hanging back, and in the perfect spot for one of the video cameras. Cradling her head in my hands, I undid the ball gag – she let out a gasp as it fell away – and smoothing the hair away from her forehead. The black make-up was smeared around her eyes, her cheeks were stained with tears and she looked absolutely gorgeous. I ran my fingers over her face and into her mouth, feeling her tongue and teeth. Letting some saliva gather in my mouth, I spat it onto her face, and rubbed it in, then spat in her mouth.

I was wearing a pair of shorts, and with one hand was able to pull these and my underpants down, and kicked them off. My cock was hard and for a moment I just let it rest on her face, enjoying the sight of it. I rubbed the head of it over her cheek, then plunged it into her mouth. She sucked it like a good little slut as Gareth continued to fuck. Withdrawing momentarily, I picked up my camera again and took a few shots of her with my dick in her mouth.

After a while we changed places I fucked her cunt, which was still held open by the bulldog clips. I didn't let myself come though. 

We untied her then, and sat her down on the chair. Gareth began to pull the needles out of her breasts as I recorded the sight with my camera. Blood oozed out of some of the holes the needles left. Kneeling down in front of her, I took one of the plump, bruised and reddened tits in my hands and licked the blood off it as Gareth did the same with the other one. We spent a couple of minutes slapping and pulling at her tits, competing to see who could inflict the most pain on them, as Natalie moaned. 

We thought about putting her in the stocks then, but decided to tie her to the carpenter's horse instead. We removed the bulldog clips, lay her face down on it, and tied her hands and feet to the horse's legs. Gareth picked up a length of bamboo and began to swat her back with it, while I slapped her buttocks with a wooden paddle. 

Natalie squirmed on the horse – the beam that ran along the top of it was only about three inches wide, so it would have been cutting into her. Having criss-crossed her back with welts, Gareth put his hand on one of her buttocks and spread them open, then brought the bamboo down hard, delivering a stinging blow right on her arsehole, then repeated it a few times. Natalie's bodily shuddered violently, she cried out and, to my great delight, a stream of piss shot from her pussy and spattered on the floor. Thankfully, I was quick enough to get a shot of it.

I then spent a happy few minutes fingering her pussy and twisting and stretching her labia. Parting her buttocks, I bent down and licked her swollen, sore anus and spat on it. I slid two fingers deep into it, enjoying the hot silky flesh of her rectum. 

I couldn't control myself any longer and, removing my fingers from her arse, stuck my cock into it. Grabbing hold of her hips I fucked it hard, my cock going deep into her bowels. Meanwhile, Gareth was fucking her mouth. After about two minutes of this I tried to stop myself coming – wanting to get a cum shot later – but it felt too good and I ejaculated into her arse. 

I pulled out and got my camera. I took a few shots of her anus, which was now distended and purple. Gareth came around to have a look and I got him to stick his fingers in it and pull it open as wide as he could, and got some lovely pictures of my sperm dripping from it.

Gareth said he had to come too. He picked his belt up off the floor, fastened it around her neck and pulled it tight. Standing in front of her face, he wanked himself with one hand, grabbed the end of the belt with the other hand, and used it to pull her head back. I had the camera ready as a heavy load of his sperm shot onto her face, into her eyes, and festooned her cheeks.

I spread a towel on the floor and we untied Natalie from the carpenter's horse and laid her on her back on it. The horse had left two long, parallel, angry red lines down the front of her. She lay with her arms thrown back, face spattered with cum and obviously exhausted. Her tits and stomach and all around her cunt were red and here and there smeared with blood. She was a beautiful sight. 

Gareth stood with his feet to each side of her head and – another one of our traditions – began to piss on her. He aimed the stream at her mouth, which was soon filled and bubbling over. I took a few final shots, then stood over her and pissed on her too, bathing her tits and pussy with it.

It had been an excellent night's work.

We helped her up and I led her to the bathroom where she had a shower. When she came in again with a towel wrapped around her, Gareth and I were sitting on the couch with beers in our hands, stroking our dicks as we watched one of the videos I had recorded. Natalie sat on the floor and watched it for a while too.

"You're a star," I told her.

After a while she let the towel drop. Her eyes still on the images of herself on the screen, her hand moved to her pussy and began to rub her clit. After a while she swung around so that she was facing us. She ran her hands over her body, the bruises coming out darkly now on her breasts and belly, then fell onto her back with her legs apart. As Gareth and I watched, fascinated, she began to masturbate again until, her back arched and a scream coming from her mouth, she had a violent orgasm.

She stood up again and, without saying a word, began to dress. When she was fully dressed, minus the panties we had cut off her, only a few reddish marks on her neck and chest gave any sign of the ill treatment she had received.

"You'll give me a lift back?" she said to Gareth.

"For sure," he said, standing up and putting his cock back in his pants.

I stepped over to her and took her hands in mine and kissed them. "You were great. You're really very pretty, you know. Any time you want to make some money..."

"Um, could I get copies of the pictures, and the tape?"

"Sure," I said. She wrote her email address on a piece of paper and handed it to me.

I followed them to the door, patting Gareth on the back as he went out. He turned and smiled at me. 

"Do I ever disappoint you?" he said. 



Session with Elektra 8/21/2012



Houston
August 21, 2012

Yet another session for the record books for me....This sentence is both excite and scary for me. Each time I see this incredible Goddess she somehow manages to top the previous session...where this will end up in anyone's guess...but I must admit total infatuation, and admiration of her as a Dominatrix.

Yesterdays session was amazing.

I had asked her in our previous session if I have managed to impress her with my masochism, her answer was not really what I wanted to hear, "In some ways yes, Pete, but in others not so much!". To say I was horrified with this answer would be an understatement. I have thought about our sessions and well in the area of Ball Busting, I had to agree with her. The implement she has been using, a hard leather strap, has been intense...but I can tell I've not taken what she has desired to give, this to me was obvious. It was my mission on this session to correct this.

I knocked at the door....

Her heals on the tile bring such lust and excite to me as she approaches the door.

The deadbolt clicks, the door cracks open, and I see her face, her ruby read lips and blond hair, my arousal skyrockets.

"Come in my little fly!" she smiled at me.

"MY beloved Spider I am honored!" I reply as I enter.

"Follow me to my lair...." she beckons me with her finger...

In somewhat of a trance, I am staring at her ass as she ascends the stairs to the third floor, I follow her.

"I am looking forward to piercing that randy cock of your today." She says...

"It is honored" I reply.

We reached the dungeon, I immediately enter the bathroom and peal out of my clothing. My cock already quite aroused.

"Have you been a good boy?" she asks as she is pulling some rope out of a box.

"Yes Ma'am"

"Bind them, for a beating." she commands handing me the rope.

I bind them for a good ball busting.

As I finish, she drops her ball slapping strap onto the bondage bench.

I kneel on the floor spread my legs, thrusting my ass high, and begin kissing her feet.

'That's a good boy! Kiss my feet, lick them good!"

My ass is begging for her to have a whip in her hands to spur me on (I put this in here that maybe if I am lucky my next visit she will have one of her many Cat Whips to do just that!!!!)

"Pete!"

I rose to my knees, and I looked up into her luscious face...SMACK! she slapped my face good and hard.

"Enough! I want to beat your balls, Pete! Stand!"

I stand and she takes the leather strap and delivers several really hard hits to my balls...God that thing stings!!!

"Might I suggest you kick your balls, Mistress?" 

"That's an excellent idea. Kneel and spread them, and hold that cock out of my way! I want my foot to connect to those balls!"

A moment later she gives me a tap with her foot...

"I do hope you are just aiming?" I smile at her...

Immediately, she delivers a good kick, for my impertinence. She follows it up with 7 or 8 more in rapid succession....I crumple to the floor, as kicks delivered with such speed enhance each other, as opposed to slower kick are independent.

"A little slower, and harder please my Goddess!" I croak, pulling myself back to my knees.

"Harder?"

I nod agreement.

A sadistic smile crosses her face, her next kick was really a good one, easily double the previous strength. She paused a couple seconds and then another...then less of a break and a third, then fourth, fifth, sixth....and Once again I was on the floor as pain waives flowed through my body.

"How else do you like to be kicked?" She asked.

"Well, some have preferred me to be on all fours, elbows and knees, and kicking me from behind." I replied coming back to my knees.

"Do it! Now!"

I spun around and positioned myself.

Once more she delivered a powerful kick, then another, speeding them up until I was once more on the floor.

"That's Fun! get your balls in position...NOW!"

She repeated this cycle three or four more times.

As I got back into position, she quickly sat on my back, I could feel her warm moist crotch on my back, unbeknownst to me she had picked up her leather ball whacker, and she reigned down 15-20 vicious hits to my butt cheeks, and between cheeks....God that thing stings!!!!

"I want to knee those balls!, Stand!"

I stood and spread my legs for her, she drove her knee into my balls at first milder than the previous kicks. Then harder and harder and harder...until once again I was driven to my knees.

"This is SO much fun! Get your ass back into position, NOW!"

She repeated this cycle, at least five more times, greatly enjoying herself.

"Now get on the table! It's time for some needles! I want to use some much bigger gage needs on that randy cock of your! And Bind your balls for the PES!"

I hopped on the table, and rebound my balls separating them the way she likes for the PES. With them separated she can wind the PES Stimulator about them in a figure eight pattern, maximizing the contact.

She return, and wiped my, now somewhat swollen, balls down with a alcohol swab, then covered my cock and balls with the electro gel. She placed a box of needles between my legs, and the PES equipment on my stomach and chest.

In moments the PES was attached, and fired up to 5, pain coursing through my genitals....as she prepared the needles.

"You should have your camera ready!" 

"That's and excellent idea...wait here and I will go and get it!" She smiled at me. She began to leave then returned, and flipped the PES to 7...."Enjoy!"

"Thank you my Goddess!" I croaked.

A moment later she returned, "Miss me?" 

"You know I did!"

She spun the PES to 10, then attached the nipple clips to my nipples, the ones with the chain connecting them, and cinched it tightly.

"Enjoy that nipple pain while it lasts, let me know when you cannot feel it so I can pull it off and then reattach it!" A sadistic smile crossed her lips.

She picked up her leather ball whacker and whacked my balls and cock numerous times....the pain was intense...all the while she yelled at me to "Take it!"

I don't recall the number of hits easily 10-15 of them....

She then picked up a syringe and showed it to me. 

"I'm going to pierce this cock of yours with a couple of these...This needle is much larger than the little ones I used last week. And your going to suck it up...and take it like a man!"

"Yes, Mis....."

She pierced my cock and I screamed....

"Take it!"

"Yes...Yes Mistress, thank you!"

"Hmmmm. I cannot have you screaming like this, Pete." She went over and picked up a ball gag. "Look at me Pete!"

My eyes went from my pierced cock to her lovely form.

She spread her legs and inserted the ball into her wet pussy...

"You should consider yourself lucky I am flavoring this for you!"

My cock responded, flexing which brought renewed PES and needle pain.....

"Thank you my Goddess!"

She laughed at me, then inserted the ball into my mouth, it tasted SOOOOOO good! It was my first taste of her excitement at our sessions! I was SOOO honored!

She then cinched it tightly to my mouth.

"No more noise, slave!"

She picked up another needle syringe, and pierced my cock a second time...sending a new spike of pain, both from the needle and the movement of my cock causing the PES to shift slightly...

I screamed into the ball gag again...

"Music to my ears, my little slave!" She then picked up the saltwater towel and wrung it out over my genitals causing the PES pain to quadruple...I screamed again!

"Suck it up, slave! Take it!" she picked up the nipple clamp chain and slowly pulled it from my nipples...sending an incredible waive of pain through me...

I screamed again.....

AS the pain subsided, she reattached the nipple clamps to my sore nipples..

"That was lovely! I do so love making you scream!"

She then picked up the Stahl vibrator, clicked it on high...and applied it to my genitals...This causes the PES stimulation to spread out in addition to causing me to get dangerously close to an orgasm....I have to focus all my efforts to NOT cum as she does this, the additional pain helps...but still the longer it is being applied the closer and closer to orgasm I get....Her indication of this is the hardness of my cock, the swelling of my cock head....she laughs knowing what she is doing to me....and I know, from experience, even if I Cum...there will be NO stopping the session until SHE is done with it....so I better do all in my power to prevent it...

She brought me to the bring, then removed the Stahl, then picked up more needles and began piercing my balls...

When she was finished she picked up the camera and began taking photos of me in, good close up shots for her website. She then picked up the Saltwater towel and wrung it out over my genitals again, causing a tremendous spike in pain, then snapped a few more photos.

She then put down the camera, picked up the Stahl, and applied it to my genitals once more, causing a spike in pain and my arousal...

Something told me she had no intention of stopping...

She pressed it hard into me....the pain skyrocketing....me coming closer to the edge....

Once more at the brink, she stopped...

"I think I should video this!" She said.

She cranked down the PES to 5, and a moment later returned with the tripod for the camera. Once it was set up and running she threw a wig over my face, picked the Stahl back up, flipped the PES to 10, and went to work on me in earnest...this time I knew there would be no stopping...

The pain spiked off the scale, and as I neared going over the edge, she reached up and ripped off the nipple clamps...

I screamed into the ball gag.....she pressed the Stahl back to my genitals, and a couple seconds later erupted. The pain of an orgasm while having a PES Deep Throat inserted 5 inches inside you cock is something to behold...it is so very painful!

With my release she didn't falter for even a second, and continued the intense assault on my genitals...the pain post orgasm, as you can imagine is intense...very very very intense!!

She continued the assault on me ordering me to continue taking all she wanted to give...for easily 15 more minutes, before she removed the Stahl, and eventually turned off the PES.

I went completely limp. I was covered in sweat, totally spent...

She turned off the Camera, pulled the wig from my face...and began pulling out the needles. 

"now I'm going to apply some topical antiseptic to your genitals, Pete."

I mumbled in response, nodding my head. 

Without warning she turned the PES back to 5, sending intense pain through my spent genitals once more. She wiped me down, and then finally after several more minutes she turned off the PES for good. 

I do love when she continues a session long after I've cum....I do suspect in my not so distant future she will begin a session by forcing me to cum, and then start the play....well I can only hope she does.

As I was leaving, she remarked to me, that she has never had a slave take so much pain in a single session....



Session with Fiona



March 22, 2011

Today is the day I will meet Domme Fiona...to say I am excited is an understatement! I have been absent from BDSM for about 3 years now, and I have no clue how I will fair. This will be an exploratory session to discover my current level of play.

I will be leaving work around 10:30, and should arrive at her dungeon around 11:00 am this morning.

I just got back to the office...it's almost 2pm...

That was without exception the most complete ball busting session of my life! And after 3 years of inactivity that is saying a LOT!!!!!!

I have forgotten just how thoroughly exhausting a session like that can be!!

My knees and elbows are rug burned from the extensive time I spent on the ground! Where to begin?

I arrived at the complex, a few minutes early, and called her on my cell...to get the gate code and appt number...such a voice! Her British accent was music to my ears!

I entered the apartment gate, and knocked on the door...it opened to and the voice from heaven said "Welcome Pete! Come in!"

I entered the apartment, and my eyes fell upon her lovely body! She was clad in a very dark blue or black robe that covered her to mid thigh, she was wearing high heals, and easily stood 6'2", her photos on her site do not give credit to her beauty! A vision of heaven! And those deep blue eyes, penetrating; and a lovely kinky smile was totally captivating. She stepped back and sat in a computer chair and closed her laptop, "Come in and get comfortable, darling, let me lock the door. I want NO interruptions for what I have planned to do to you today!" She said.

I came in and sat on the couch, as she threw the two deadbolts on the door, and began pealing out of my clothes. I a moment I was naked before her and kneeling at her feet. She lifted her left leg and placed her foot into my hands...I began kissing her shoe, my hands massaging her foot, but mostly her calf. I kissed every inch of her foot and even licked the bottom of her shoe clean, and then lifted the other foot and repeated the process as we chit-chatted back and forth getting to know one another.

When I finished she ordered me to remove her shoe, to which I began kissing, and sucking on her toes, once more kissing every inch of exposed skin several times, my hands alternating between massaging her calf and her foot.

"God that feels good!" She sighed, "Don't stop!" 

I didn't. I repeated my loving of her feet a second and then third time, as we discussed a great many things..talking about the upcoming session, and previous sessions I have had. 

"Enough of this!" She said in that wonderful accent!

"Just how much time to you have today, Pete?" She asked.

"Well, I absolutely must be leaving back to the office by 12:30" I replied.

"What? 12:30? That simply won't do...I insist you stay until 2:30!' She replied.

"How about 1:30? I believe my calendar is clear today...being Tuesday and all." I replied

"Hmmmm....I have a surprise planned and you really need to be here til 2:30; but let me see what I can do." She picked up her cell and sent a couple text messages. as I continued my care for her lovely feet with their red nail polish.

"I think 1:30 will work." She said finally. 

I was a little worried, no realizing that this surprise involves another person, remembering back to the two or three Gauntlets I had thrown down before her in our Many email exchanges over the past few weeks! There were two that stood out in my mind, one being made to "code" repeatedly in session, and then there was the one I dropped last Friday, a day I was too horny for emails and yet couldn't help myself I admitted to her that "one day" I wanted to be beaten so deeply into submission as to be made to suck cock...Somehow I knew this was her possible intention!

"You know," I began, "being *made* to suck cock is on my *some day* list, not really on my today list!" I squeaked.

"Are you telling ME, your mistress, what you are or are not going to do?" She said rather perturbed.

"No...only clarifying an email I previously sent you, that I am now somewhat regretting having done so. Today, we have so may new things to explore, the fact that I have not played in over 3 years, and you and I being *new* to each other, I was hoping we could focus on those for today..." I back pedaled.

"Well who said anything about you sucking cock? it could be that he will be here to suck your cock!"

"I hadn't thought of that!" I replied, "It would be my second in my whole life if that was true!" 

"Interesting, Now Come into my dungeon!" She said pulling her foot from my mouth and standing up and spinning about, me catching a glimpse of her red panties, and firm cheeks as she did so.

"Yes Ma'am!" I replied standing up and following behind her like a puppy.

We entered the Dungeon, a converted apartment bedroom, the primary piece of furniture being a bondage table sitting in the room, a couple shelving units up against the walls filled with lots and lots of various BDSM implements, upon the wall hung numerous other implements, floggers, etc. Also screwed into the wall were four eye bolts designed to secure her subjects much like an St. Andrew's Cross...There was a whole bunch of stuff neatly displayed about the room, with easy access to for usage. 

It is a lovely dungeon!

She had been charging her camera for some photos of our session, should everything go as I had hoped! She set it down on the table, and turned to me removing her robe...

OMG! My eyes almost popped out of my head at the site of this woman! I know a slave should never look upon his Mistress as I did that instant...She was breadth taking, wearing a red laced bra, which barely covered her massive breasts, and a pair of red laced panties...I dropped to my knees before her...more of a worship.

"Oh My!" I sighed.

She simply smiled, that sadistic lovely erotic smile of hers.

"So where should we start?" She asked in that wonderful accent.

This being her first time playing with, what we both hoped was going to be, a heavy ball busting masochist...She had asked me to teach her the ropes...so to speak. 

"Well up front its important to gage your subject's pain limits, something we will return to often." I began, "to do that, I will first properly bind them for play". 

She had previously gotten out a bunch of ropes of various lengths and thicknesses. I select a good piece of 1/4 inch nylon, about 8 feet in length and bound my balls as she watched and took mental notes...separating the rope in half, and making one loop about my cock and balls, and then pulling it forward putting a knot about just my testicles below my penis, then winding it up my penis and tying behind my back pinning my penis to my stomach and thrusting the testicles forward.

"This method of tying the testicles, not only prevents them for play, but even more importantly prevents the testicles from becoming pinned against he public during an impact causing damage to them!" 

"Very nice..." She said looking me over and examining the simple harnessing..."Lets get a photo of that; up against the wall!" She pulled out the camera and snapped our first photo.

"So, now that I am ready for beating, you'll need to gage your subjects actual strength in ball busting and CBT...this is simply done by taking hold of the testicles and begin to crush them to find his breaking point."

"Pete, you know I am a masseuse?"

A Wicked Masochistic grin cracked my face..."Why, Yes! Yes I do....lets see just how strong your hands are, shall we?" 

She took hold of my balls and began rolling them around in her hands then began crushing them; slowly at first and then began warping up the pressure. Seeing that her efforts were not exactly getting the response she was used too, she then twisted my balls rotating them 180 degrees increasing the pressure 10 fold, then began pressing her thumbs into them....my knees began to give way...and my breathing increased.

"This is something...." a spike of pain hit me...causing my air to stop....as she adjusted her grip to add even more pressure..."that gives you a gage on where a sub is in the ball busting process...the more beaten and bruised his balls become...the less...."....her pressure spiked again cutting off my air for speech...

"What's wrong Pete?" She asked her eyes flashing sadistically and erotically.

"God! that feels good!" I coughed and my knees weekend further...

"As you were saying?" She asked....

"The...less pressure it will take to produce the same results....in......." My knees gave way and I fell to the floor...I placed my hands on her shoulders and focused on relaxing the tensed muscles not allowing the pain waives to flow away from my testicles...

"And my goal is to make you code...." she increased the pressure even more

"Yes! But...." 

"But what Pete? What is wrong?

"Nothing! It's just that I have Never..." a spike of pain racked my whole body

"Never what?" She asked twisting my balls again to increase the pressure....

"Have coded on a first round of crushing!" I coughed out...my fingers gripping her shoulders tighter...and breadth becoming a pant...

"Never? Well there is always a first for everything!" She cooed..."Even sucking cock!"

Her hands crushed my testicles even farther sending constant spiking pains throughout my body...I redoubled my efforts in relaxing not wanting to let her get the best of me...

I found myself unable to stay on my knees as she drove me to the floor, balls being violently crushed in her strong hands...

"NO! I won't!....." 

Another massive increase in pressure (or maybe it was her thumbs digging into the meat of my testicles) hit me...

I cried out in agony...."RED!! Red!! Please oh GOD! RED!!!!" I coughed...

Her hands released, but the pain waives continued running their course throughout my body..as I curled up in a fetal position...

"I don't ever come in Second!" She laughed...

"Never have I coded on a first crushing!!!" I said cradling my aching testicles in my hands..."That will get much easier for you as this session progresses." 

"Oh that is nice...but don't think you will get a less pressure before I release your balls, Pete!" 

"Yes Ma'am!" I replied.

"So, that is enough of a break....lets move onto weights! Just the other day I went to Academy and bought you 40 lbs! I had a slave earlier in the week that held a 5 lb weight for quite a while...he didn't think he could do it...and found that he actually enjoyed the feeling of it!"

"Yes it does feel good, but understand that the longer one holds the weights the heavier it becomes! Why don't you get your camera, and lets do some more photos!"

A moment later I was lashing my (still aching) balls, via a second line to a 10 lb weight, and stood up.

"Nice.." She said looking at me, "Why don't you stand against the wall and I'll get a photo."

I moved to the wall, and she slid the table aside to get focus the camera on me...and the dangling weight, and snapped a photo.

"That is great!"

"Okay let me add 5 lbs" I grabbed a 5 lb weight and shortened the leash to hang them higher so that she could get a closer photo of my balls and the weight.

I stood up lifting the 15 lbs...she focused the camera and snapped the shot.

"Now for 20!" I said. My balls feeling the ache of the stretching. "Its been a long time since I last lifted weights!"

"Well you said you have done 30 lbs before...I do expect you to do that now!" That now familiar flash of Sadism and Erotica in those beautiful eyes of hers hit me...

I finished tying two 10lb weights to my balls.

"Be quick with the camera...this is going to be heavy!"

She smiled again, as I lifted the weights airborne.

She Snapped the photo, looked at it.."Hold on! It didn't take!" She sighed her eyes flashing perturbed.

I strained maintaining the weights airborne as she focused and refocused the camera...

"Hurry!" I cried out as my knees began to buckle as my balls were being torn from my body....

"Hmmmm, No I think the first photo was sufficient!" She laughed at me as I crashed to the floor laughing with her..."that was mean!" I laughed.

"I know....but I enjoyed it!"

A moment later I was tying another 5 lbs weight to my balls...now totalling 25 lbs...

"Okay"...I breathed.."Ready?"

I hoisted the 25 lbs airborne....it took about 25 seconds for the camera to shoot...and i was on the floor 2 seconds later...my balls screaming in pain...

"Wonderful!" She cooed..."Now for 30!"

"Yes Ma'am..."

I removed the 5 lb weight and grabbed the other 10lb one, and tied it to the other 2 Ten lb weights.

"You really need to be fast this time....I really do not know how long I will be able to hold this....it has been more than 8 years since I last did this..."

"I'm ready" She replied.

I lifted the weights, my knees buckling immediately...The camera flashed...and I was on the ground...Having held 30lbs for about 10-15 seconds...

"Perfect! You tied your record!"

I untied the weights and slid them away from me...as she approached...Her hands reached out and took hold of my now swelling testicles...

"There...there....Let me feel these..."

I spread my legs sitting on the floor, giving her complete access to my aching testicles...

An instant later my balls were twisted violently...her thumbs digging into the meat of my balls....My breathing increased...I was unable to speak...I think I moaned....

She increased the pressure...the pain waives spiking through my body...I was flat on my back she was kneeling between my knees...half lifting me air bourn as she crushed my testicles....stronger...stronger...she twisted them further...

"Okay! You win!! Red! Red! Please God stop!!"

Her grip continued for a few more seconds...then it released dropping my ass to the carpet, as I curled into another fetal position... 

"You know you are right, it is getting easier to make you code!" She smiled..God those eyes! So expressive! So erotic and Sadistic at the same time...

We laughed at my coding..."You know, my love, I DO consider coding a failure on my part...it is me admitting that I cannot Take what You, my Mistress, wants to give...I don't do it willingly!

"Yes, Pete, I know...and I plan to make you code MANY more times today..."

"Thank you, Fiona....Thank you!"

"Enough of a break! I want to beat your balls now! Get your ass off my floor!"

"Yes Ma'am!" I got up and grabbed a dildo from her collection on a shelf on the wall.

"Here, a perfect club!" I said handing her the latex dildo. "First strike your arm." I said.

She hit her arm with the dildo.

"Where did you feel the hit?

"On my arm!" She replied sarcastically.

"Yes, but it was on the bone...not the surface skin, Right?"

"Yes. That's what identifies a good club for ball beating...Your are NOT after the scrotal skin, you are after the inner meat of the testicles! Items like this explode their hit into the very meat of the testicles!"

"Get over here, and spread 'em" She commanded pointing to the carpet in front of her.

I did as commanded...placing my hands behind my back as I saw her lifting the dildo for the first hit.

Wham!

It was a good solid hit...shooting a pain waive into my abdomen..my body flexed forward.

Wham! Wham! WHAM! 

They came in quick succession....the last one spiking the pain through my right shoulder as she really nailed my right testicle! I crumbled to the floor, laughing and coughing.

"God this is fun!" She cried. "get up! I've just started!"

I struggled to my feet...before her again...as I was placing my hands behind my back...

"WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Another perfect right ball hit slammed into me...the pain waives I believe hit the ceiling and I was again on the floor in a fetal position, coughing and laughing with her.

"You have got to balance out the hits...and stop centering on my Right Testicle!" I laughed, coughed...

"Oh...I hadn't noticed I was playing favorites! Okay...Get UP! This is FUN!!!"

Again I struggled to my feet, spread my legs before her, presenting my now swollen balls for her enjoyment...

WHAMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

My left testicle exploded in monstrous hit...pain waives spiking out of my body again...and once more I was on the ground laughing and coughing in a fetal position..cradling my aching swelling testicles in my hands...

"That should even out your swelling!" She said.

"I'm sure it will!" I laughed with her..."God that hurt!" 

This time she let me rest a moment on the floor...letting the muscles stop cramping and flexing...and getting under control again.

"Okay...that's enough break...get up and let me feel those balls!"

I got to my feet as she reached out and took hold of them...

"My they are hot! And so red!"

"Shit!" I exclaimed.

"What?" She asked

"I was going to bring a cloth tape measure so we could tape them before you started and after to document the swelling! And I totally forgot!"

"That would have been excellent for the website! Why didn't you tell me about a tape measure!"

"Well I thought of it last Friday...but it went out of my head! Shit!"

All of a sudden my balls exploded in pain again! Her hands twisting and crushing my swelling testicle meat like they were hamburger! The sustained pains jumped into my abdomen..and steadily raze....Rib cage...

I fell to my knees...her hands stretching and crushing my balls barely letting my knees touch the floor...My hands found her shoulders...I tried to draw strength from her...as she redoubled the pressure twisting my balls even father...she felt me falling..and moved with me as my ass hit the carpet...her grip increasing as we moved...laying on my back she drove her thumbs into the bruised meat of my balls sending the waives of pain throughout my whole body...I lost control of relaxing my muscles and the pain bunched up breaking me totally...but I didn't have the air to speak...she increased the pressure again...

"Stop!" I finally gasped.."Please God! STOP!!!" 

She laughed and released me, letting me curl into a ball holding my aching meat....the pain waives still filling my body...unable to speak....only cough...

"God that's fun!" She sighed

"I have rarely every coded so much in a session!" I said.

"Yes...and we still have more than an hour to go!" She laughed at me..."No get up I want to beat them some more!" She picked up a couple items from the table, they were two mallets, 3 inch rubber balls (soft exterior, and almost solid) heavy weights, the shaft that held them to the handle was made of a flexible metal. "I bought these the other day with you in mind...or rather your testicles!"

"Well lets give them a try!" I said finally getting to my feet before her and spreading my legs for her.

I placed my hands behind my back and glanced at the ceiling as the blow landed..

WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My right testicle exploded with the hit...For an instant there was no pain...then 10,000 times the pain of any previous hit wracked my body...I don't recall falling on the floor....only rolling around in a fetal position cupping my spasm-ing testicle...

"Did that hurt?" She feigned empathy.

"YES! God another Right ball hit!"

"Hmmmm I guess we'll have even them out again...Get up!"

"A moment...Please Fiona..."

"You have had enough time, besides I'm going to hit the other testicle! Now get up!"

I rose up, and spread my legs....

She gently tapped my balls with the mallet...My body flinched uncontrollably...I tried to avert my eyes...when it hit me..

WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My left testicle exploded in pain...once more I was on the ground cradling my screaming testicles....as pain waives wracked my body...I had lost control of any relaxing....




Session with Fiona



"There now they should be even!"

"Yes...."I coughed.."very"

"There there pete, I barely felt those two hits...let me take a feel of your testicles!"

I rolled over on the floor..still unable to get to my knees...and she reached down and took hold of them...softly at first...and then

WHAM!!

Another Mallet hit landed on the two of them!! and Once more I was curled up in a ball....Laughing and coughing...I guess it was a good thing I had not eaten lunch before coming to this session...I would have lost it right then and there...

She reached between my legs and took hold of my balls...

"MY they are hot! and SO Large!" She sighed a moment later I felt them begin to twist...this time she began slowly increasing the pressure evenly over the span of several moments....soon I was on my back my balls in her vice like hands being mashed into hamburger again...the sustained pain waives filling my body...every pour of my testicles screaming out in pain...

Once more I found myself unable to speak as she shattered through my pain limits spiking me into sub space...I could feel the endorphin release as I hit the plateau...Then I soared past it..

"Red! Oh Please! Stop!!" I cried out...

Her grip released...as I returned to a fetal position.

"You know, Pete, you are easy to break...I'll bet I could make you beg me to suck cock?"

"Yes, my Darling Fiona, I know you can.." I replied...

"Lets move on to ball kicking?" I suggested changing the subject...

"Yes! Lets! Get up!"

I got up off the floor and stood before her, legs spread.

The first kick landed...and then a second...a third...and I was back on the floor...the last one being a solid hit crashing into my bruised testicles.

"Oh that is fun!" She cooed.."Get those balls back up here!"

I struggled to my feet and two or three kicks later was back on the floor.

She hopped up onto the table, and ordered me to my feet before her. I leaned forward a bit to place my "presented" testicles into more of a vertical line to the floor, this way her foot could not more easily aim straight up and connect with them.

She needed no time to target them with her foot...She landed three perfect solid strong kicks each one sending me to the floor for longer and longer periods...She hopped off the table, and pried my hands from cradling my aching testicles and took them into her hands...with an evil/sadistic/erotic gleam in her eye, she gripped them with her muscled hands sending me writhing on the floor, I could barely breathe and yet I refused to code...she twisted my aching testicles and dug her thumbs into my swollen meat spiking the pain through the roof

"I Give!!" I finally cried out.

"Good, she answered, not letting up her grip...

"Please God! Red! RED!!!" 

"Just wanted to make sure you really coded!" She laughed relaxing her grip.

As the pain waives flowed their course throughout my body she softly held my swollen balls...and stoked them...then without warning she clapped her hands about my balls sending another spike of pain through me...I was unable to breath or cry out in pain...as she pulled her hands apart again and clapped them again harder...the pains shot through my shoulders as I involuntarily lurched...my stomach muscles as hard as rock, the pain waives bunched up and caught in them...

"Wait! Stop!" I coughed

"What;s the matter Pete?" does that hurt?

Coughing I answered her.."YES! Oh God YES! Please...a Moment..." I moaned finally taking back the control of my muscles forcing them to relax and release the pain....

A moment later her hands tightened again...with a violent twist...This time her beautiful gaze was straight into my eyes...she gauged her strength to ramp up my pains to the very edge of of my endurance...and held fast....I was on my back...my legs on either side of her..my ass up against her knees...my balls slightly lifting my ass airborne as her vice like grip crushed the life from my testicles....

I was covered in sweat, pain filling my body...endorphins flowing freely I regained my breathing...and focused on relaxing...she alternated the strength of her grip spiking me beyond my endurance...then slacking it back controllable...her thumbs digging deeply into the meat of my testicles...I really have no idea how long she continued this...it seemed like 5 or 10 minuets spiking me every 10 seconds or so each time holding me longer beyond my endurance...before letting me gain control again...she knew I would not code easily...finally...I can only assume upon a endorphin rush...

"Is that all you got?" I coughed...The challenge made...gauntlet thrown down before her....

The flash of her eyes SO Fucking erotic, an smile spreading across her face...it was in slow motion that I watched her...she adjusted her grip twisting my testicles another 90 degrees she bore down easily tripling the pains....

I tried to code...but no air escaped my lungs...my body tensed...the pain waives bunched up spiking beyond imagination....

"Please..." whispered forcing air from my lungs to be heard, "you win...."

She laughed and released my testicles from her vice like grip, and hopped back up onto the table...as I curled into a ball on the floor.

A few moments later I was back before her for another round of kicking...She laid me out over and over and over again...I had been utterly broken...my balls now lumpy and ball sack mushy the slightest tap unbelievable pain...

Finally She looked at me on the floor, sigh those eyes! "Go and take a shower, my surprise should be here in a few moments!"

I Got up and took a shower..washing the sweat from my body...just washing my testicles was painful..and Man were they swollen! They were easily 30% larger than when I walked through the door, and just dangling there ached....

As I got out of the shower, she chained me to the way (the one you see in the photos), and with some plastic wrap, secure my mouth making me unable to talk...

"Now be absolutely quite!" She ordered, placing my clothes, from the other room into the dungeon.

A moment or two later, a knock was heard at the door.

I could hear talking...and then the door handle moved..In walked Fiona, and behind her a man...

"Pete, this I Tammy he is into humiliation...He is here to suck your cock!"

"Tammy take a feel of Pete's balls...notice something?"

He reached out and grabbed my balls....pain shot through me.

"Oh my they are swollen!"

"Yes, now squeeze them..." She ordered.

His hand clinched, and a spike of pain shot through me....

"That's good, now kneel!" She commanded.."and suck! I will give you some inspiration, Pete" She took hold of my balls and twisted them, sending a constant waive of pain throughout my body as his mouth sucked my still rather limp cock...

"This will be Pete's second only blow job!" She teased me, having admitted this to her earlier.



As she mauled my aching testicles with her vice like grip, his mouth sucked my, it took a while, but God it felt good...the pain in my testicles...his mouth on my cock...Finally I erupted...but his sucking did not stop there...it kept on, as did her grip...my over sensitive cock and aching testicles took this for another 4 or 5 minutes...finally he backed off...and she released me.

I hung like a wet wash rag on the wall...completely drained of energy...As Fiona stood directly in front of me...

"You do know the price of being unchained from that wall, right Pete?" She said with that same sadistic gleam in her eyes... 

She was serious! I thought to myself. "Oh God!" I sighed.

"No I don't think God has much to do with it! It was an Email from you!" She laughed at me..."If you want to go back to work...you'll have to lick his cock!"

She began untying me, as Tammy stroked his growing cock before me.

"On your knees, Pete"

I fell to my knees...his cock inches from my face, precum oozing out.

"Do it! You know you want to!" Fiona commanded.

I reached out my tongue and licked the precum from his cock...

"Now that wasn't so bad! Was it?" she teased me "now give it a suck!"

I opened my mouth, and pushed myself forward, taking his cock easily 3 to 4 inches into my mouth, two or three times...then withdrew. I realized that after my sexual energy is totally spent the idea of sucking someone's cock has a Whole different meaning than before one has be drained of sexual energy!

It dawned on me, that she had not only tested my limits...and pushed them greatly -- even from their previous levels of play -- but she had fulfilled a long standing fantasy, having picked up BOTH gauntlets and fantasies of mine from our emails and made them a reality to me..

As a recap, today is Monday almost a full week since the session, as I finish this mini-novel of our session together, the bruising of my balls has finally faded away (Later Saturday) and swelling is largely gone, although I suspect my balls have once again grown in size, the ache has diminished...though still lingering in various places...My arousal level is beginning to mount again...as is my need for pain...

If you want to see the photo's mentioned here...www.dommefiona.com they are linked into the "services" page under Testicle Stretching and CBT/Ball Busting...



Session with My Dear subbie



I just realized that I haven't posted about my session last night with my "dear subbie." I can honestly say, I truly enjoy sessioning this particular submissive...he's taken to his submissive role in a most fabulous way.

Last night, I placed dear subbie's initial session instructions on the door leading into my garage. I knew it would catch him by surprise, though I've threatened to make him undress on my patio before...I made good on it this time. He was to strip naked on my patio, neatly fold his clothes and ring the door bell. I could see dear subbie come to the door, read the instructions and then slowly begin to undress. He looked around and then quickly got right to getting totally naked. I went to the garage door and waited until he rang the bell.

dear subbie entered my garage and immediately went down on his knees. What a delightful submissive!!! I told him to get up and permission was granted for him to look me directly in the eye...I then escorted him into the house and we got right to our scene. I had dear subbie put on the full bondage hood and then I put the leather hand mitts and leather ankle restraints.

Next, I had dear subbie bend over and put his hands on my leather ottoman while I put on my surgical gloves to give his man pussy (asshole) a good look...I had instructed him to give himself an enema so that he would be clean should I decide to subject him to some anal training. dear subbie gasped as I spread his ass cheeks...gawd, I love to see how sensitive dear subbie is when we session. He's so responsive to my every touch, my every swat with the riding crop...I fingered his man pussy before having him get on the coffee table, on display. I love to stroke dear subbie's cock, which is always fully erect when he comes to me!!

I played with dear subbie while he was on display on my coffee table, rubbing my fingers on his erect nipples, stroking his cock-meat...then it was time to move on to more serious play...I led him by the cock to the playroom where I had him bed over the bed while I inserted my smallest butt plug. dear subbie gasped and whimpered as I pushed the plug all the way in...then I had him get up on the bed on his hands and knees while I milked his cock and balls a bit...I told him to hold that butt plug inside of his man pussy...oh, how humiliating for dear subbie...

I then, told dear subbie to get on his back while I snapped the chains onto his wrists and ankles. I didn't waste any time...I took my Fuku massaging gloves and began to run them all over dear subbie's body...I took my time when I grasped his cock-meat with the gloves...he begged Mistress to stop, that I was driving him crazy...I love it when dear subbie calls Mistress a Bitch!!! Oh yes, Mistress is, indeed, a Bitch with a capital "B!"

I continued my sensual, sexual torture of dear subbie...I put the vibrating cock-ring around his hard cock and would turn it up and down, making dear subbie beg me to stop...then I took one of my vibrating butt plugs and took the small butt plug out of dear subbie before inserting the vibrating butt plug...turning both the cock ring and butt plug up and full force at the same time...dear subbie began to tell me how much he wanted to be my little bitch, my little slut...oh yes, I knew he would come around...he would see how degrading but how exciting it was to be taken and done without any power to stop me...I took one of my strap-on dildos and held it to his lips.

"Lick and suck this rubber cock...this is what I'm going to eventually fuck you with, dear subbie!" I laughed at dear subbie's reactions...it was so delightful to see him twist and turn, thrashing about trying to get away but then wanting me to do more...how delicious to say the least.

I continued to torture dear subbie in this manner for about 15-minutes before I decided it was time for dear subbie to service this Mistress the way I love for him to do so...I undid dear subbie's chains, took the leather hand mitts off of him...then led him by the cock-meat to my bedroom. I then took the leather ankle cuffs off of him and the full bondage hood. I got on my king-sized bed and ordered dear subbie to worship my pussy like I like it!!! dear subbie wasted no time getting on the bed between my legs...my hot, swollen, wet pussy waited for those first feathery licks from dear subbie...and lick dear subbie did!!! I could feel my juices flowing freely, dear subbie had learned well how to lick and suck Mistress' pussy.

dear subbie pleasured and pleased this Mistress until I could stand it no more and ordered dear subbie to get up and fuck me, fuck me with his hard cock...and he did just that...I ordered him to give me the full measure of his hard cock, give me that load you've got boiling in your balls!!!

It didn't take long until dear subbie and this Mistress were covered in the waves of our orgasm...cum we did...it was fabulous!! I just love the way dear subbie delivers when Mistress commands!!!

Another delightful session with MY dear subbie!!!!



Session with the Therapist



It was something that I didn't ever plan. I didn't think about it at all in advance. Really. It just... happened.

"You had to think about it as it happened though."

Yes. Yes, that's true. You're right. I know what you're thinking. That it doesn't matter that I didn't plan it if I was aware of what was happening, and I let it happen anyway. But... .

"Go ahead."

You just don't understand.

"Well then, help me understand."

You're not going to. I mean, there's my telling you what happened, and that will sound one way. Then, there's what was felt. 

(Silence.)

And that... well that changes everything.

"How does it change everything?"

We were just close, you know? Always had been close. When he was growing up. After he went away to school. After he graduated from college even. I don't know how to explain it to you. Make you understand.

(Silence.)

We talked about anything. Everything. Love, hopes, money, music. It didn't matter. And we talked every few days. This was something I didn't have with anyone else. Anyone, you know?

"You mean you didn't have it with your husband."

Okay... yes. I didn't have it with him either. I mean, that wasn't who I was necessarily referring to, but... . No, definitely not with him. You gotta understand, even if I died, the way my husband would notice is if he read about it in the Times.

"And this is your son's father?"

Yes, you know that though already. Okay, I get that already. Yes, it's my son's father.

"Do you think your husband would describe you as distant from him?"

Listen, if you want to stick up for him, then you can get him in here to write a check for your fee.

"My point is that there is work, no doubt, for you and your husband on your relationship there."

And I would work on that if... . If there were any sign from him that he wanted that.

"You see, it's important that you understand that you have this emotional, and well, this intimate void with your husband when this happens between you and Brian."

(She stares at him a moment.)

Yes, I do understand that.

"Okay. Go ahead. I want you to tell me what happened."

I had actually talked to Brian about this very thing. This void. And, I... uh... I got upset.

"How so?"

I cried. I told him how I missed how things used to be. My life felt like it was spinning away. I told him. I shared with him.

"How did he react?"

Like he always does. Exactly right, you know? I mean, he consoled me. He hugged me. He held me. 

"What happened next?"

He held me until I had stopped crying, and it just felt so special. So close. I looked up at him. His eyes were kind. His lips were close to me. And, I just... I wanted to show him that I appreciated his being there, I guess. I kissed him. 

"You kissed him?"

Yes, I mean, he didn't really kiss me. I kissed him. It felt natural at first. Tender. Loving. I felt safe, and... well, I let it linger, I guess.

"Linger?"

I know.

(Silence.)

I felt him respond when I didn't pull away.

"What do you mean?"

He sorta like kissed me back. His lips pressed to mine.

(I look down.) 

I parted my lips.

"How did he react?"

Well... . He uh he seemed to pause. Then, he kissed me more. I mean, he kissed me like uh more like passionately.

(Silence.)

I felt a reaction like I hadn't felt in some time. My mind raced. But, I felt this incredible sense of excitement that this was happening. I couldn't believe it. 

"Did you think to yourself you must stop?"

(Long stare at him.)

I did think I should stop.

"And?"

He pulled me tighter into his arms. I wanted to see what he would do, I guess.

"But what did you do?"

I uh just cupped my hand to the back of his neck.

"But it wasn't like you resisted?"

No, I didn't.

(Silence.)

He kissed down my neck. I felt his hands go to my sides, and I did think I should pull away.

"Did you try?"

No, I know I should have. He pulled my dress like he was hiking it up to my hips. His face went to where my cleavage was exposed.

"How was your cleavage exposed?"

The top couple of buttons to my dress were... um undone.

"And, you were at his apartment?"

Look, do not make it sound like that. Do not. It was a warm day. This is a sundress, okay?

"So, you typically undo both upper buttons?

(Pause.)

What are you saying? Are you trying to make me a liar? I told you I did not plan this.

"Listen, I'm not saying you deliberately did."

No, I didn't.

"Is it fair to say that you cared about being attractive when you went to see him?"

You have no idea what it's like. You men. You have no concept what it is like to be a woman and to walk around in this world. I care about whether I'm attractive every time I walk out my door, sir.

"But, I want you to answer me honestly. It's important. Did you go to his Brian's apartment aware of looking as you did?"

What do you mean?

"Maybe we should stop today."

No, wait. Just... . Okay, yeah, I mean, I wanted to look attractive just as I would anyway.

"Was this sundress a favorite of your's?"

(Silence.)

"Did it make you feel particularly attractive?"

(Silence.)

"Did you block him from moving your skirt up?"

No. No, I didn't.

"What did he do?"

Well, he got to a certain point and he... well he kinda chuckled some.

"Chuckled? Why?"

I didn't stop him. And... . Well, he realized I wasn't wearing any panties.

(Silence.)

He pulled down his jeans.

"What did you do?"

I watched him.

"Did you try to cover yourself? Where were your hands?"

My hands were... I think they were on his shoulders. 

(Pause.)

He pulled my legs closer to him, which brought me further to him on the couch.

"Was he exposed?

Yes.

"What did you do to try to stop this?"

(Silence.)

"How did you feel at that time?"

(Looking away.)

I... I ... (deep breath) felt very aroused.

He brought his face back to mine and he started kissing me again. One of his hands went between my legs and felt me there.

"Did you react?"

Well, no. I mean. I didn't do anything, except maybe shudder. I knew. I knew he could tell how wet I was.

He lifted my legs some, and I felt him lodge there. I gasped like... you know... I suddenly realized what this meant. I mean, he had penetrated me. He was inside me. My mind just spun. I felt my body like seem to react on its own. My legs parted further, and I heard myself grunt.

"Did you say anything to try to stop this? Do anything?"

No. I gripped his shoulders. I felt him move deeper into me. I hadn't felt a man in a long time.

He propped his hands beside my head like he was supporting himself to hover over me. The pause sorta let me adjust to him, and I did start to speak. I don't know what I was going to say.

"What did he do?"

He moved forward over me so that his torso moved over my face and my legs had to lift to accomodate him. He was burying himself completely in me.

It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I spasmed. I cried out. I felt like he had completely taken me.

He pushed more, even though he was deep inside me. I felt, like, waves of an orgasm and I literally got dizzy. I was overwhelmed.

He pulled just back. And, for a second, I thought he was going to stop. Instead... .

(Silence.)

He started thrusting inside me. My mouth opened wide, but I don't know if I was loud or not. I was kinda in shock. He was just taking me over and over again. 

I tried to make sense of what was happening, but all I really did was just move with him.

Before long, he started going even faster.

I didn't expect it, but I came again.

This time I think my reaction must have set him over the edge. He started groaning as I was crying out again. I could feel some little kick there where he must've been releasing himself inside me.

Finally, it's like he grinded into me, wanting to stay buried in me. Another orgasm rolled over me as he pressed inside.

I just clung to him. He was panting. I must've been, too. He kissed my cheek. I closed my eyes. I was so overcome with it all. 

(Long pause and silence.)

"What did you feel afterwards?"

I don't know.

"Why do you think this happened?"

I've tried to figure that out. There's a part of me that says that it was like some natural progression.

"A natural progression?"

Yeah, like a next step.

"What was it the next step of?"

Our closeness. Mine and his.

"As we sit here, do you understand that it's unhealthy when you become that emotionally close with Brian that you feel... feel that it's a natural step to then have sex with him?"

Listen, I know that. No one knows that better than me. A part of me asks though---where? I mean, at what point do I stop sharing thoughts or feelings with him? I have shared with him. He has with me. We are adults now. If I get to the point where I can be emotionally that close to him, and he's that close to me, then what happens when he wants to be physically close, when he wants to act on that?

"But you are his mother. You have a role, a responsibility. Even as adults. Don't you want to preserve that? Have you thought about that?"

Of course. I've thought about that. Of course.

The reality is that... on that day, on that couch with him I... . 

Listen, that was what I wanted. I wanted what he did. I wanted him to do it. I want him to do it again if he wants.



Sessions



Sessions 

Late spring, the first year

7. Imagination runs wild. 

I lowered the camera and surveyed my models. Four of them, loosely grouped, and I didn't like what I saw through the lens. It wasn't the models themselves. They were all fine. It was the lighting, something I was trying to learn to deal with. I told them to rest where they were and looked past them to the way the lights were set.

I set the camera down and walked around the tableau, trying to see what was wrong. I was paying these girls by the hour, and I could not afford to waste a second of time. I moved to a side light and frowned, then lowered it from hip level all the way down to the base. I picked up the camera again and looked through the viewfinder. Better. I called to the models that I was shooting as I snapped the shutter. I talked to them, asking one to arch her back more, another to move her leg, a third to let her thighs relax. The fourth was perfect. She always was. It was like she read my mind and moved to just the pose I needed.

Working with four models was terribly difficult.

The film ran through the camera as I snapped shot after shot before exhausting the roll. I was shooting in 2 ¼ inch format, and there were only twelve frames on each one. I called for the models to relax once again as I changed film. Number four broke from the others and came to ask if she could help.

"We are good," she said. I understood her even through her heavy accent. An international student from Slovakia, Yana has this habit of making statements that other people pose as questions. With her accent, she makes it charming. Her pronunciation is getting better, and I hardly have to ask her to repeat herself anymore.

"Yes, Yana, you are all very good. I am not happy with the lighting though." I could not afford really good lighting. Since I had plunged into this type of photography, every spare dime I had went into equipment, film and chemicals, and modeling fees. I paid the minimum, but it was still expensive because I was working toward multiple model sessions. Not sexual stuff. Erotic groupings. I may photograph a vulva, but I do not focus exclusively on it.

Yana turned and took in her fellow models. She was doing the session for free because she considered me her friend. She squinted, crinkling her nose and said, "Dake out all za lefbt side," she suggested.

I considered it. Taking out the left side lights would horribly over-expose the right side at the aperture I had been using. I wondered at the effect it would create, and finished loading the new roll before going to each of the left side keys and turning them off.

The effect was striking. I looked into the camera and immediately called for the models to resume their poses as Yana took her place again. I snapped the first shot, moved to my right and found myself smiling. It was like I suddenly had early morning sun from a north window. I asked the tallest one, second from left, to raise her hand to her hair and fluff it, let her do as directed a few times, and closed the shutter. It was hot in the house, especially with the lights on. I had stripped the spare bedroom to the wood floors to create a kind of studio for the day. Hot, I unbuttoned my shirt as I moved again, once more to my right. No good. I moved to my left again and looked through the viewfinder. Number two was blocking number four, Yana. I called for her to step back and was treated to a sensational view of the light spilling over Yana's fantastic chest. The way the light draped, her areola was almost set off in relief. I closed the shutter again, wound the film, and snapped another as she breathed. Goodness, that girl was gorgeous. Her chest alone was amazing. And the rest of her. Oooo la la.

I unbuttoned another button, perspiration rolling between my boobs as I squatted and made another image. I called for all of them to look at me, and four sets of eyes rolled in my direction. Number two and number one had to turn to look over their shoulders. I told them all to look at the door behind me instead of me, and once more their eyes swiveled. I closed the shutter.

I checked my watch quickly as I wound the film. Ten minutes before I would run over time and owe them for another hour. Eight shots.

I stepped three feet backwards and raised the camera again. They were all out of focus. Rather than adjust the lens, I opened the aperture and raised the f-stop. The depth of field dropped drastically, and I focused again, moving close, then closer, snapping off a frame every few feet. I was really warm now, slick with perspiration under my loose shirt; I could only imagine what the models must be feeling. With two frames left, I dropped low again, then lower, rolling onto my back and shot them upside down as I held the camera over my body and ran the viewfinder over them. I wound the film again, felt the snap of the last frame of film rolling through it and curled back onto my knees, breathing heavily.

"Thank you," I breathed. "That's all for today."

Two of the models scurried off to get dressed again. Tall, dark-haired, number two and Yana, number four, didn't.

I rolled over onto my back again as I saw Yana turning off the lights for me.

"Your boob is hanging out," she said softly as she passed by. 

I raised my head, saw that my shirt had fallen away from my chest and my right breast was indeed exposed. I wasn't wearing anything under the shirt. I started to draw the material over my bare nipple when number two stopped me. 

"Oh, don't," she said. "You look lovely." 

I rolled back on my head and looked at her upside down. Not the shy type, it seemed. In no hurry to get back into her clothes even after two hours of strenuous work. She was the tall, like me, taller even—fuller figured, perhaps, like Yana.

"Thank you," I said and drew my shirt over my chest anyway.

"So, what are you two doing now," she asked. She said it quickly, like she wanted to get it said before she chickened out. And she assumed Yana and I were going to be doing something together. I didn't think we had said anything to give her that idea. She just knew.

I rolled onto my feet, unloaded the camera and carefully set aside the film of today's shoot. I thought I had at least four good images of the 64 we'd made, maybe more. I picked up the envelopes containing the models fees and fanned myself with them as I waited for numbers one and three to finish dressing.

I looked at Yana before answering. We didn't have any plans at all except to hang out, maybe develop the film. "I don't know. Maybe dinner, maybe see a movie. Yana?"

Yana was holding but not wearing her robe. "Talk about sex."

"Just talk about it?" asked number two. Her name was Amy.

"Yana likes talking about it," I shrugged. "It's a long story."

"Not so long," Yana said. "Gelly is bisexual end. I am not. End of story."

I laughed. "Yana loves to tell me how un-attracted to me that she is and refuses to believe I am not attracted to her."

Yana stormed over to me. "Why do you deny it still? Her breasts swayed dramatically when she did, which, I decided, was why she had done it.

The other models returned about then, dressed, and I thanked them once again for their work and gave them their envelopes. If they knew they were interrupting an angry Slovakian, they were polite enough not to give any sign of it. With waves to Amy and Yana, the made their way to the door and were gone.

This game with Yana had been going on for a couple of weeks now. I pretended I was not attracted to her, she pretended she was not attracted to me, and we were friends. It was harmless. I was in a nice, stable relationship and I didn't think we were interested in broadening it to include others. Yana intimidated the hell out of men and women both and hadn't gotten laid in a year. 

Amy waited for the others to leave before speaking again. Yana was pouting in an exaggerated way that I was ignoring. "I suppose I should get dressed," she said slowly. "I'd love to go with you though."

I turned my head to look up at her. She was quite pretty, even among the other models, with an understated elegance to her. "Sure," I said. "What shall we see? It's early."

Yana gave me the eye as Amy left the room. "You see? Another conquest." She wasn't going to bother dressing it seemed.

I shook my head for about the millionth time on that issue. "Yana, not every woman wants to sleep with you. You don't even like women." She and I had met when I was modeling myself. The two of us had been hired by a professional photographer to do some posing. It was one of my first sessions posing nude for a photographer, though I had done a bit of figure modeling for art classes at school. Yana had little experience, I guessed. She also recognized me from school had pestered me with details of my sex life all through the shoot. She is a little deficient in social graces.

Her laughter rippled. "You, Gelly! Amy was looking at you, not at me."

I hardly thought that possible. Heads turned wherever Yana went. "I doubt that, Yana."

"She was looking at your breast." She said it in a way that allowed no argument.

"Only because until then I was the only dressed woman in the room." Sometimes being Yana's friend is tiresome.

"She would fuck with you," Yana insisted, but I was saved from further argument by Amy's return.

"Have either of you seen the show at the Abbey?" she asked? "I've been dying to see it."

Neither Yana nor I had, so we agreed to go with her. We could settle on a place to eat once we got downtown. Dressed, Amy wore white Capris that did not suit her at all and a striped brown and white top that de-emphasized her chest. Considering how stunning she had been undressed only moments earlier, clothed she became rather neutral. I'd seen other really pretty girls affect the look. It was safe. 

After checking the show time and getting Yana into her clothes finally, we walked downtown. It is not terribly far from the Tom's house, which I was using as a studio. I didn't change from my shorts, but I wrapped a fleece around my waist because it would be cool later. Lindsay would be busy all afternoon. I wasn't sure what, as it wasn't volleyball season, but she had a team meeting or something. Tom was banished while I worked with naked models, even though it was his home, so he'd gone to make music with friends.

The Abbey has loveseats in the balcony, and Yana insisted that the three of us could fit into one. It was close, but we managed it. She was on my left and Amy on my right. We had popcorn and wine too. Being a matinee, we had the balcony to ourselves. Once the lights went down, Yana slipped her hand under my blouse and over to my right breast. I had re-buttoned most of those I had opened at the end of the shoot, but not enough, it seemed. She often put her hand on my breast when we were watching movies together. I didn't mind.

Amy shifted away from me a little. "Are you two sure you are not a couple?"

"Of course not," Yana snorted. "Here, she likes it." Reaching over me, she caught up Amy's right hand and brought it to my chest and under my shirt across her own wrist. Amy's fingers dropped around my left breast and closed softly. She shifted closer again. I was going to have to tell her I was in a relationship before this went too much further.

Lindsay hated Yana and could not understand why I ever wanted to spend time with her, but I don't think she felt seriously threatened by her. Tom liked her, largely because he had seen her naked once and because he wanted to do so again. Given the chance, I was pretty sure he would do her. I would too, given the chance, but there was none. I was in a relationship. The idea of sleeping with her was not just about the sex. I really liked her. Lindsay's attitude toward her had totally spoiled Yana's original idea of screwing Tom while watching Lindsay and I make love. I was kind of glad. I might have gone along with it otherwise. I had no doubt Tom would have. Instead, she and I became friends and I let her tease me about my sexual orientation. Orientation? What a strange way to describe love.

To be honest, of Lindsay's friends, I don't like half of the volleyball team. Some of her gay friends consider me a poser and refuse to acknowledge me. They sometimes even give Lindsay a hard time about being with both me and Tom. Tom's friend Matt is a total sleaze, and he is the most normal of them. Musicians are weird. I thought that allowed me as least one boorish Eastern European friend who accepted me the way I was. So she liked to feel me up in theatres. There were worse things.

There in the theatre, I shivered under the touch of both Amy and Yana. This was not the first time I had been doubled fondled. I love being fondled. In high school, my boyfriends quickly learned I didn't mind shedding my bra on dates. Now, when out to the movies with Tom and Lindsay, they almost always both fondled me together just as Yana and Amy were doing just then. Yana just laid her hand on one of my breasts and left it there. Amy was doing more. A lot more. My nipple loved what she was doing. I squeezed my thighs tighter, released, squeezed again.

Maybe because she felt Amy's movements or something, Yana started being a little more aggressive in her touches too. She is a very competitive girl. Soon, my right nipple was standing up as hard as the left as they both excited my breasts. Yana unbuttoned my shirt more and tapped Amy's hand so that they switched sides, no longer crossing their hands over my chest, but concentrating on the breast nearest to each of them.

Down below, I took Amy's other hand in my right hand and Yana's right in my left. It was a really great film, and I tried to concentrate. Yana laid her head on my shoulder and ran her nail around the rim of my areola before cupping my whole breast again. Amy did a lot of different things, including lightly, ever so lightly, using just the tips of her nails to draw upward away from my breast to the tip. Then she would stop, let me catch my breath, and do it again.

This could not go on. I was getting excited and it was unfair to lead Amy to expect anything. I stopped holding their hands and reached up and pulled their other hands from under my shirt. "Stop, please," I begged. I clung to their wrists to keep them from putting their hands back on me, leaving my chest exposed. Finally, I released them and closed my shirt while taking a deep breath.

"Gelly," Yana pouted, "I thought you liked to be touched." She sounded so disappointed.

"I do, I love being touched," I whispered as I reached for something to drink. "But I shouldn't be doing this, and I don't want to lead anyone on. Amy, I should have told you. I am in a relationship. Not with Yana. With someone else."

"Two someones," Yana teased. She ignored my protest and slipped her hand over my breast again. Amy slipped her fingers through mine. They were enjoying this, darn them.

I love Tom and Lindsay. I do. I am not promiscuous, really. I've had a few lovers, true. But not the wild lifestyle Yana wants to believe I lead. I just like sex a lot. I live an unconventional lifestyle, yes, but I love my lovers. Why then, was I getting so excited having two other girls touching me like this? 

I let my imagination run away. What if I allowed them to do as they wanted? Or was it I doing the wanting? Mmmm, the thought of their cool fingers on my warm, naked thighs as they run them up under my shorts excites me, I can feel it. Oh, to not stop their play and let it happen. Two lovely women, touching me intimately in a theatre, where anyone can walk in on us at any time. I gasped. What if Amy unbuttons my shorts and slips them off, kissing my long legs with her soft, full lips. What if Yana, with her heterosexual breast fixation finally brings her lips to my chest and runs her tongue over my nipple before sucking lightly, making my tip stand up even more. What if I lift my ass so that Amy can take down my panties right there in the balcony of the Abbey?

My mind reeled as I saw her there, between my legs, dipping her pretty face to my sex to lick me. I barely knew this woman. She had answered my ad for models. She is a pre-law major and apparently likes other girls. I closed my eyes and imagined her fingers in my cunt. They move so delicately, fluttering over my labia as I blossom for her, my arousal taking me away on wings of desire. Her fingers in me wriggle; they don't just fuck me, they make love to me.

I'd seen her nude for two hours, but I want her naked again, naked between my legs, licking me to orgasm. She opens her blouse and pulls her bra away from her breasts before coming closer again, grazing my excited sex with the tip of her breast. I lift my hips, delighting in her touch, forcing more of my boob to Yana's lips. I dig my fingers into Yana's hair, pressing her face tighter to my chest as Amy bounces her breast to my pussy. No one has ever done that to me, really, but I found the image very erotic. I so wished that it could be happening.

No. The movie flickered on the screen. I held hands with Amy and Yana. Yana had her hand on my breast, but it was just Yana. 

The movie in my head got wilder.

Amy is stripping off her clothes, her hair falling again as the striped brown and white top clears her head. She stands, wriggling her hips from the white Capris coming down, baring her hips and upper thighs. I murmur with desire. 

I murmured for real, making Amy and Yana turn to look at me. I let go of the fantasy and watched the film.

God, didn't they know I had been hot all afternoon. Couldn't they feel it? They had been nude, posed together. I was dressed in an old soft shirt and shorts and panties, and I felt it. Oh, yes, Kelly, so professional. They were beautiful and naked. What thoughts were going on in your dirty little mind?

Amy is bending to ease her panties down her smooth thighs, showing me her sex. She wants me to see her sex, to see the excitement so obvious in her thickening lips. Reaching back, she unfastens her bra and lets it come free, the straps drifting down her arms until it is off. She lifts one leg and lays her knee on the couch back next to my head as she brings herself to my lips. I taste her, running my tongue up and over her, flicking softly as she comes closer. Her taste was sharp. I feel Yana moving, but I can't know what she is doing.

I wanted to see Tom fuck her. She suggested it, the very day we met. I had not given it a moment of serious thought. It was the unserious thought that was driving me crazy.

I have seen him fucking Lindsay. I've seen the man I loved putting is cock into another woman. Sometimes I licked her at the same time. Sometimes she licked me. More often, I licked her while Tom did me from behind. I love being done from behind. I loved licking my Lindsay.

But why would I want to see Tom fucking Yana? Did I just want to see the way her beautiful body moved as he rammed his hard cock into her cunt? My thoughts were using dirtier language now.

I went back to imagining I am licking Amy. And Yana is licking me. She is naked too, all three of us are naked in the balcony of the Abbey and making love. I still can't see her, but I feel her lips on my pussy, her tongue running over me, exciting me with her touches. 

But Yana is not at all interested in doing that. I knew that. We were just friends.

Amy and I were not friends. We are having sex in my imagination, but we were not friends. I hadn't known her at all before this morning; she was just a name on a modeling application. Now I have my tongue in her pretty pussy as she comes and wets my face so. I keep licking and she comes again, her body bearing down heavily on me, her muscles trembling.

They had to stop touching me! 

I am about to come from Yana's tongue on my clit. How can she be so wonderful at something she says she never wants to do? Her tongue moves my clit gently, insistently, as a finger moves inside of me. The flat of her tongue drags over me, over me. I am about to cum. Really. Not just in my head. No. They had to stop.




Sessions



FROM: Kyle

19:16 You should come over. We can have some fun

FROM: Ash

19:19 Sure. Give me half an hour

I pulled up outside Kyle's house. The curtains were all closed, but there were cracks of light showing downstairs. He'd be the only one in. He always was, when he invited me around.

I kicked the stand on the bike, stood up and took my helmet off. My hair was long for a biker, down between my shoulder blades. I usually tucked it into my leathers but I hadn't tonight. I like the feeling of the wind pulling at my hair as I scream down the road on my Blade.

I step up to his house; rap my knuckles on the door. It's a warm night, and I'm breathing hard -- energetic with excitement: from the bike, from what's going to happen tonight.

He opens the door, and he's the same stocky guy he's always been. Cropped black hair, clean shaven; well defined body. He's shorter than me by a few inches.

Kyle stands at the door, and I let him rove his eyes over me: I'm wearing a tight leather Alpinestars suit, in black. It clings to my body; white leather panels accentuate my thin waist, and cup the underside of my breasts. My blonde hair, messy from wearing the lid, hangs down over my shoulders. I run my fingers through it, and looks at him curiously.

'So... Can I come in?' I ask him petulantly, though he knows I'm playing.

'Shit, yeah,' he says, and stands back to let me through.

The door bangs shut behind me, and his hands are reaching out right away, pulling me towards him. He nuzzles my neck, breathes in my scent -- perfume, deodorant, sweat, bike fumes and new leather. One hand rubs my back as he slowly pulls the suit's zipper down... Revealing my black lace bra, my smooth skin, taut belly. 

The zipper ends just below my navel. Kissing me, he reaches down between my belly and the warm leather, slides his hands into my black panties, and starts to fondle my dick—

But that's too far ahead: we should start at the beginning.

I've worked in the same office for five years. It's never been a good job, but the pay allows me the flexibility to live on my own, go out when I like, keep a small car and my motorbike, and buy the odd expensive thing once or twice a month. Better than average, you could say.

But work was so fucking dull -- until Kyle joined us. There had never been any totty at work; it was all old men. Even the women were bland and unappetising. 

For the record, I am attracted to men, but on those long gaps between sexual partners (I'm quite particular) my gaze lazily drifts to girls who're about the same age as me. Nothing ever happens though, really.

And nothing had been happening for months at the time Kyle arrived, so it was time for new fantasies and a more regular changing of the bedclothes.

As a strictly straight guy, though, there was no way Kyle was ever going to see me as an attractive prospect. 

And then, one works night out in town, he slips his phone number to me on a scrap of paper, tells me to call him and we can arrange something.

At first I'm eager -- heart pumping, thinking about this potential new conquest. Then I realise he's drunk. I find the note in my jeans pocket the next day, a Saturday, and decide to find out. He who dares...

'Yeah,' he says, sounding sleepy and bashful. 'It's been ages since I had my cock sucked. So... since none of those skanks at work do anything for me, I thought I'd give you a shot.'

It was one of the worst lines I'd heard. He was clearly bi-curious. I didn't think it would develop into anything more, but now I fancied the odds on being able to tap that cute little ass of his.

So I agreed, jumped in the car and drove over.

We had a couple cans, and he took me upstairs, to his bedroom. He lived with three other people, but they were out all this weekend.

We were both kinda loosened up, having a bit banter and crack on. 

He stepped back. 'So here's what I want you to do: I want you to tie me to the bed,' he said. 'Tie me to the bed, and start sucking my cock.'

I looked at him. There was no apparent depth to his gaze, just a smouldering heat.

There were leather belts around the room. I used them to tie his wrists and ankles to the bed frame. He tensed against them, muscles twitching and straining. We were both still dressed, him in a tee shirt and jeans, me in a tee and trackie bottoms.

I straddled him, sitting my firm butt over his groin, and put my hands on his chest; felt the hardness of his pecs beneath the thin material. I starting rocking my hips back and forth, looking down at him.

He tiled his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes; I could feel him getting hard beneath me.

I slid back and undid the fly on his jeans. They felt tight against his body. I pulled them down, then his boxers as well. His semi-hard cock bobbed up and down over his abs. It was an average sized cock, about 7, two fingers thick.

I looked at him; his eyes were still closed.

I leaned forward and kissed his dick.

He groaned, a little.

The head of his penis was wet. I licked at it, licked the tip, the shaft, his shaven balls. Eventually I had him in my mouth, but I got to it gradually. I bobbed my head and heard him moaning.

I left off. 'You're going to have to shut up,' I said.

'Make me,' he growled, his eyes open again and burning.

There was a football sock on the floor. I wrapped it around his mouth in a makeshift gag.

I sat back and looked at him. His wet cock pushed against my trackie bottoms.

'Come on, speak bitch.'

He tried, but it came out all muffled.

I looked around the room. The wardrobe was full of his clothes, all designer gear. There was no uniform at work, we could wear pretty much what we liked. I'd seen him, in his expensive clothes, and gotten turned out thinking about what it would be like to wear his stuff.

Jumping of the bed I started going through his gear. He made muffled shouts at me from the bed but I ignored him. 

If this was my fantasy, then it should be complete.

I stripped.

There were black Emporio Armani boxers in a drawer. I put them on.

He had a pair of Evisu jeans, the ones with a white daicock painted on the back. Although he was stockier than me, it was all in the upper body -- his waist was a 30, same as mine. 

There were half a dozen All Saints tees, in the wardrobe and cast on the floor. I picked one up off the floor that had a flaming skull on in; it was dirty, and smelled of him. It was a size S, so it was even a little tight on me.

I pulled on his Timberland boots -- wheat coloured, and about the right size -- and jumped back up on the bed.

I was grinning.

He'd been watching me all the time, and I thought that by now his cock would be soft, maybe a semi at best. But he was still as hard as when I'd left him.

'Like seeing me wearing your stuff eh, bitch?'

He mumbled something into the gag.

'Shut the fuck up.'

The tee he was wearing was a V neck. I gripped it with both hands and ripped it down the front. I could see his hairless body, sweating a little. His breath was steady, but deep.

'You fucking want it, don't you, you bitch.'

His eyes looked up at me -- and I couldn't tell if it was fear or desire or lust or distress. Not that I cared at this moment.

His cock was in front of me. I reached down and held it in my fist. I squeezed and he moaned. Pre-cum dribbled from the bare head of his cut cock.

I leant down and spat on his dick whilst jerking him off.

He moaned, and I could feel him tensing; could see the muscles in his stomach and chest rippling as he came near.

I backed off; took my hand away.

He moaned something which sounded like a demand for me to keep going.

'Who's call the shots around here, huh?' I asked. 'You're my fucking bitch, you cunt, and don't you forget it.'

My hand I had used to wank him with was slick with pre-cum and spit. 

I looked at the way his jeans were around his legs, and figured they could be pulled down a few more inches without needing to move and re-tie his ankles.

Peering up between his legs, I could see the start of his ass. It looked like it was shaved smooth as well.

I reached forwards -- and he was trying to say something to stop me, his eyes wide with panic and bout this most holy of places -- and slid my finger between his two deep buttocks until it rested over his arsehole.

He was fidgeting and bucking, trying to get out of the belts I'd tied him with. They held. I watched his muscles moving again, and felt myself growing harder inside his clothes.

I reached inside the Evisus and rubbed myself inside his boxers, all the while rubbing his arsehole with my fingertip.

He moaned and squirmed.

'That's right, bitch. You're gonna get fucked in your tight little pussy.'

I could feel myself getting ready to come, so I backed off rubbing my cock and knelt down again to feast on his.

I blew on it first, around the sensitive tip. I was rubbing his anus and I could feel his muscles there relaxing, despite his bucking. 

I wrapped my lips around his dick again, and started bobbing -- deep movements, all the length of his shaft down the base and back up. He started groaning pleasurably again. I don't know if he realised, but the tip of my finger was now inside his cute butt.

I wiggled it, and thought what the hell and pushed my finger in all the way. He arched up in surprise, gave a little moan and then seemed to relax into it.

I pushed slowly in and out with my finger whilst bobbing my head on his cock, getting faster with both.

I looked to the side and saw his face -- it was frozen in pleasure, flushed red, mouth open a little, eyes half-closed. 

I bobbed faster, concentrating on the tip of his dick, and forced a second finger into his ass.

He breathed heavily, and shot his load right down the back of my throat. 

In the heat of the moment I had my hand free and was lowering the gag -- and kissed him straight out, pushing his own cum into his mouth. 

In the heat of his orgasm it took him a couple of seconds to realise what was happening, and he tried to writhe away, pushing his head back into the pillows.

I pushed one hand under his jaw -- it was the hand that had been fingering him -- and gripped his nose with my other.

'Swallow it, bitch.'

He shook his head, trying to break out of my hold. But for all his muscle he was tied too tight be get any leverage, and eventually I saw his larynx bob. I held on for a few more seconds, just in case.

Satisfied, I let go, and put the gag back in place. He tried to say something to me as I tied it but I ignored him and forced it on.

I looked around the room again.

I had a piercing in my left ear, and so did he. He'd worn this little diamond cross -- the cheap sort you got from River Island or Topman as part of a set. I had a hunt around for it while he moaned on the bed. I think he wanted it to be over.

I found the earring, and put it on. Found his silver chain bracelet and necklace, and put those on as well. There was deodorant and aftershave -- the scent that I associated with him -- so I squirted them on myself too.

Might as well go all the way.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in his room. Despite being a couple inches taller than him, and a little slender on build, his gear fitted me pretty well.

I decided to jack off.

The mirror wasn't attached to anything, so I set it up alongside the bed, leaning it against the wall.

I got back on the bed and straddled him in the same place as last time. He moaned a little when my jeans touched his still-sensitive cock. 

I watched myself in the mirror as I reached down to unbutton the Evisus. My cock was hard and tight inside the Armani boxers. 

I watched his face as I pulled myself out of his underwear. He looked suitably impressed. 

Not to brag, but I'm well endowed. A good eight inches of thick meat, and it was all hard; throbbing. Pre-cum covered the head of my cut dick. 

I rubbed at it, and watched me wanking myself off in the mirror, straddling his half-naked muscled body. He glistened with sweat. 

I bent down so that we were face to face; eye to eye. I kissed him, over the gag. He tasted salty. The position didn't seem to get me off any better, so I sat back up. 

'Do you want it bitch?' I growled down at him. 

He looked scared now.

I bunched up, so that I was sitting on his abs.

'You want this up your ass?'

He shook his head. I could see the whites of his eyes.

'Bullshit,' I said, sneering.

I carried on wanking, and I could feel myself getting closer with each stroke. 

I reached out and grabbed his hair -- there wasn't much, he kept it short -- and pulled his head forwards. He squirmed but almost seemed to have given in to what was happening.

I saw myself in the mirror -- in his Evisu jeans, in his underwear, with his Timberlands on -- and looked down at his panicky screwed up face, and the slabs of meat that were his full pecs, and I came in a torrent that burst all over his face, onto the gag, and with enough force to go past it; I saw him trying to spit, and shoved his head back against the pillow.

I kept stroking myself and managed to shoot another load, over his face this time. Some of it went over his eye, hot and sticky, and he jerked backwards, deeper into the pillows.

I decided to take a risk, and pulled the gag off; bent down and started kissing him, licking my cum off his face and pushing it into his mouth with my tongue. He swallowed and coughed against the unfamiliar sensation, but his tongue came out, and his eyes were pleading with me to carry on. 

We were both breathing hard. I stopped kissing him, and for a few moments we stayed as we were, breathless.

I went to get some water from the bathroom, and came back into his bedroom with the metal shower curtain rail.

There were two metal rings welded at either end, for holding the curtains in place at one point. 

Those holes were big enough to pass a belt through. 

'Well look what I found,' I said to him, grinning. 

He didn't say anything; he had the gag back on. 

It took a few minutes, but I managed to get his ankles tied to the welded rings, though I had to strip him of his jeans and boxers to get there. 

I pushed the railing back as far as his legs would allow -- and then used a couple of belts to hold him in position again, tying the rail to the head of the bed. 

His ass looked beautiful.

It was smooth, recently shaven; a little red around the hole from my fingering. 

It looked so tight and warm and inviting. 

The mirror was still there, so I could watch myself fucking him raw. 

And I wanted to.

I wanted to.

'You're gonna take it up your fucking ass, you bitch,' I snarled at him, 'and you're gonna fucking enjoy it like the pussy you are.'

Just the sight of his ass bared, and his distraught compacted form -- all that muscle bound into a small space -- got me hard again, inside his boxers.

My fly was still unbuttoned, so I reached to pull down the lip of the Armani, and bared my dick. He moaned, like he was afraid of what was about to happen; but he nodded. He wanted it.

I shuffled forwards, feeling the materials of his clothes on me as I moved, feeling the pre-cum making its way down in the inside of my dick, and rubbed the tip of my cock against his pussy.

There was an invisible line of stubble there that my cock could feel; it just seemed to make things more intense.

I took a breath, and slowly pushed myself into his ass.

He cried out, once.

'Shut the fuck up!'

He did, but I could see him gritting his teeth; biting against the sock gag.

They say it's better for the bottom if you take it easy when it's their first time.

I didn't take it easy.

I wanted it to hurt -- I wanted power over him. 

I pushed myself all the way in, feeling his insides opening and tightening against my dick.

I pulled out, all the way, and pushed in again, forcing myself up his butt.

I did this three or four times, watching his expression; seeing the pain on his face. He didn't ask me to stop.

I pounded up against his ass until I came. 

It was one of my best orgasms, and I looked right at him as it happened. He had gotten hard again ad I had wanked him off as I pumped him full of me, but he hadn't orgasmed or came. 

When I took my cock out, it was covered in cum and shit and blood. 

He was red in the face, and I could see how the discomfort of his position was taking a toll, combined with everything else. 

I untied his ankles, and let him relax. 

Removed the gag. He smiled, seemed almost bashful. 

'We're not finished yet,' I said, waving my dick at him.

He looked at it and almost gulped.

'Clean it.'

He bent his head forwards obligingly. 

I shuffled up his body -- feeling the tautness of his muscles against my weight -- and let him take me in his mouth. He licked and sucked at his own juices and mine, swallowing everything down.

Watching him, and seeing him sucking me off in the mirror, I started to get hard again, and soon I had gripped his head in both my hands and was pushing myself deep into this throat.

I came, and he gulped all of it down.

I rocked back, exhausted and spent.

'Fuck,' he said.

'Yeah,' I said.

He smiled.

'Untie me, hey?'

I got off the bed; put the clothes I had come in wearing into a carrier bag. 

'Hey,' he said. 

I leant forwards and unbuckled one of the belts so he could get his hand free.

I went to leave the room, but turned back at the doorway and said, 'I'm keeping these clothes.'

'What? But they cost me—'

'Yeah I know,' I said. 'But you're my bitch now, you cunt. So all your shit is mine, got it?'

He nodded dumbly. 

'Give me a call when you're ready for more,' I said, fully believing that this would be the one and only time.

'Sure,' he said, frowning. 

I left, hopping in my car and driving off.

I had to have a wank as soon as I got in, still wearing his gear and standing in front of the mirror.

I shot my load everywhere.

Two weeks later I got a call from him. 

'Come over,' he said. 'I wanna have a go.'

Another pay day had come and gone, and he said he had a new line-up of clothes for me to wear.

I took the car round. He let me in, told me to go upstairs while he fixed us both a couple beers like last time.

The clothes were laid out on the bed.

'What the fuck—?'

I turned as he came through the bedroom door, two bottles in each hand.

'What the fuck is this?' I asked.

He set two bottles down, offered one out to me. I took it and took a long suck.

He grinned. 'I guessed your sizes,' he said. 'This is good quality stuff. Makes me horny just thinking about you wearing it.'

I snarled: 'What the fuck is this?'

He stepped up close to me so that his face was inches away; I could smell his sweat. 'I said I want a go.'

He pointed at the clothes. 'You're fucking wearing them, and I'm fucking your ass.' And then, more relaxed: 'There's makeup in the bathroom and a razor too. Go shave your front, legs, balls and ass.'

I started to tell him where he could shove his fucking blade, but he thumped me on the chest and said that if I didn't do what he wanted he'd smack me in the face -- harder.

So I did. My chest and stomach felt strange without their small patches of hair; my balls were lush and soft afterwards. Just the feel of them rubbing against my hairless legs was starting to get me hard.

The makeup was simply foundation, which I rubbed on, lipstick and black eyeliner. Nothing fancy; I wouldn't have know what to do with anything else. My hair was reasonably long at this point, about shoulder length, ambiguously styled.

He wasn't in the bedroom when I came back through, so I tossed my clothes on the floor and looked at what he'd bought. 

There were two flesh-tone domes on top of the pile. It wasn't until I'd picked them up that I realised what they were: breasts. Kinda floppy, and made form some strange material that kind felt like cold or clammy skin. Weird.




Sessions



'You glue them on,' he said, his voice coming from behind me. 'Put the bra on first, so you know where to stick them.'

'Hey—' I started.

'Finish getting ready,' he told me. 'I'll be back when I've sorted myself a proper drink.'

I wasn't happy with the way he was acting -- but the idea of being made up like a woman and then fucked by Kyle... I felt excited and keen. My hairless body tingled with anticipation. 

I did as he said and put the bra on first; it was a 36C. It gave me a good idea of where to place the breasts and when I was sure I used the glue on my hairless chest to stick them in place. 

It was weird having this extra weight added to my front. I reached up, and cupped the breasts with my hands. It was a strange feeling that got me turned on instantly.

The top he'd bought was a black leather cropped bustier, laced at the front and zippered at the back. The bustier's cups slid over the lacy bra, hugging my body; I felt like everything was tight, almost constricted. I tried breathing deeply and found that I couldn't; had to take shorter breaths instead.

The jeans were a low-riding Dr Denim pair, black once but bleached randomly, and skin tight -- the denim was taut over my thighs and calves; it hugged my small butt. 

He'd gotten some black, knee-high leather boots which I pulled on over the jeans. They had no heel. I'm 6 foot 2 and he's already shorter than me; I'd just have dwarfed him.

A couple dozen thin metal bracelets, silver hoop earrings (I have both ears pierced anyways), and some nail polish and I was set.

I caught sight of myself in the mirror by his bed -- not moved since I put it there the last time, it looked like. Almost without realising I struck a feminine pose, and noticed how girly my body looked. Hell, from the neck down even I would find me attractive right now, I thought. If it hadn't been for Kyle...

There was a short rap on the bedroom door.

'Well, well,' he said. He was grinning enthusiastically. 'It's better than I could've hoped for!'

I blushed. He came over, laid a hand on my flat stomach and another on my butt. 'Feels good, doesn't it?' he said.

'Sure, I guess,' I shrugged, not wanting to seem too aroused.

'Fuck, girl -- you look amazing.'

He pulled me closer, started kissing me as both his hands explored the contours of my body. I could feel him groping my breasts; the weird end of sensation as his hands slid over the rubbery material.

'Oh Kyle,' I breathed. My cock was stirring, partly from the feelings of wearing these clothes over my hairless body, partly because of his ministrations, and partly because I was dressed as a woman, and I knew he was about to fuck me.

I started feeling him up, one hand squeezing his cock through his jeans, the other going up the back of his tight vest, feeling his muscles shift and squirm as he caressed me.

He left off kissing me, moved his hand onto mine over his cock. 

'Suck it.'

He leaned against a wall, and unzipped his jeans. They were dirty, streaked with oil and grease from where he'd been messing with his car. The smelled lush. 

Kneeling before him, I eased his cock out of his tight boxers and started licking his head. He sighed, and I began moving further down his shaft, getting my mouth as wet as I could, working to keep my lips tight around his member.

I leaned back a few inches, until only the head of his penis was in my mouth and then sucked as much as I could, tasting his pre-cum and hearing him moan. 

He put one hand on the back of my head and gently slid my mouth down on him -- further ad further until I could feel him touching the back of my throat. Relaxing his grip he let me slide away again, but before I could let off completely he pulled me back in again.

After a couple times, he built up speed, and forced me to rapidly deepthroat his full length. I was gagging, spluttering, could barely breathe -- but I was his bitch, his slut, and felt the breasts bouncing and quivering in the bra; felt the restriction of the cropped leather bustier, and the tightness of the skinny jeans.

With one hand on the wall for balance, I used the other to gently tickle his balls. He gasped, and within seconds was squirting his load into the back of my throat. I gulped it down, having no other choice. He kept me held there for most of his orgasm, before withdrawing.

His penis was tender, and I licked at it and gently sucked on it as it began to soften.

'That was fucking lush,' he said, breathless.

I smiled and wiped my chin. There was some lipstick on his limp dick. 

I stood up. 'Now—'

'You get it?' he asked.

'Get what?'

And then a third voice, another man, answered from outside the room:

'Yeah, got it bro.'

I whirled around, and saw a blond, taller version of Kyle. Just as well built, wearing trackie bottoms and a vest. The brute was smiling.

'What the fuck is going on?' I asked. 

Kyle grinned at me. 'Me and Josh, my bro... well, we normally tag team when we find a hot piece of ass,' he said, almost bashfully. 'Whoever pulls get to use them first, then we pass it on to the other guy.' He grinned. 'Been doing it a few years now, ain't we dude?'

Josh grinned back. 'Damn right. Looks like you're getting more than your fair share here though.'

'Now wait a fucking minute,' I started -- and then I noticed the camera in Josh's hands. 'What the fuck!'

Kyle shrugged. 'Oh yeah. That's our little insurance -- make sure you don't go splashing this around at work, yeah?'

'It'll be a nice little keepsake after tonight,' Josh said. He turned to his mate. 'I'm gonna set this up on the tripod by the bed.'

As he moved around, Kyle came over to me, cupped my ass in his hands. 'Look girl, we wanna have a threesome, yeah? The way I figure, this is your fucking dream come true, right? But we need a change of outfit for you. So guess what?'

'Don't tell me, you have more clothes.'

'Spot on,' he grinned. 'Shelf in the wardrobe. Go get changed.'

He went and stood by his friend at the other side of the room, as I went to eh wardrobe and looked inside. I couldn't believe that only two weeks ago I had been rummaging through here, looking for Kyle's clothes, looking to imitate him -- some wild fantasy about being him while fucking him -- and now here I was rummaging again. Only this time, I found something a lot kinkier.

'Put it all on in here,' Kyle said.

'Camera's rolling,' smiled his mate, spinning his finger.

I swallowed hard. I'd never performed before; it wasn't much a man thing, to do a strip tease and in any case I wasn't really sure what it is that they wanted from me here.

I unzipped the boots and slung them on the floor. The tight jeans came off less easily, because they were so skinny fitting. Kyle hadn't given me any underwear to wear beneath them; there was a wet patch at the crotch where I had started to leak.

The cropped bustier I unlaced slowly, trying to be a little seductive; the bra I just unhooked and slipped out off, letting it drop to the floor. The breasts stayed firmly in place.

Josh whistled. 'Sweet fuck,' he said. 

Ignoring them, I picked up the corset and wrapped it about me, fastening the eyehooks in place. I tried reaching around to tighten it, but struggled.

'Allow me,' Josh said. I turned about, and let him draw up the back lace; as he tightened the corset I began to feel even more restricted than I had wearing the leather bustier -- it clasped me from all sides around my torso, pulling in my chest, thinning and accentuating my waist, flaring out a little over my fatless hips...

When was done he moved back. I could barely breathe, and had trouble reaching down to the bed to pick up the next items of lingerie. There was a black g-string, a woman's g-string -- the back disappeared up my crack, and the front was barely large enough to cover my balls, never mind my dick as well.

'Don't worry about keeping yourself inside,' Kyle grinned. They were both rubbing themselves inside their boxers. 

The corset had built-in attachments for suspenders. I pulled the silky stockings over my bare legs and fastened them in place. 

This time, Kyle did want me to wear heels: black platform pumps that had clear plastic soles. They were slutty and made me wobble a bit.

I decided to flaunt myself, and turned my back on them to face the mirror. Hands on hips, I cocked my hips to one side, and took in the sight incrementally:

The makeup on my face was smeared a little, my hair disarrayed from when I sucked Kyle's cock. 

The breasts sloped downwards to the top of the corset, which was tight around my body and pulled me into a very feminine shape. 

The g-string felt weird, resting right over my butt hole; my semi-hard dick stuck out the top of the front triangle of material.

My legs are long and thin anyway, and looked amazing in the stockings. The heels gave shape to my calves, and made me feel more womanly.

Why the fuck hadn't I tried doing this before? My body was almost made to be this way. And I felt fucking amazing, having these two straight guys watching me -- filming me, while they played out their fantasy.

I didn't care that they could use the video to humiliate me, or blackmail me. As I stood there, gazing at myself in the mirror, I realised that this felt so right I wouldn't ever be giving it up, not even once Kyle and Josh had finished with me.

I turned back to them, pouted, thrust my breasts forward and my ass back over, legs wide and hips cocked -- highlighting my plus points to them, goading them to cop a feel.

'Ready, boys?'

I walked into the middle of the room. They didn't even speak. I could tell from the strained expressions on their faces -- pleasure, concentration, lust, restraint -- that they were almost near to shooting off.

I knelt before them, whilst they dragged their dicks out of their underwear. Josh was bigger than Kyle -- he was bigger than me. I took him hungrily into my mouth; he was so wet. I had them stand opposite one another, thinking I would play a dangerous game of my own.

I sucked on one cock, then the other, alternating back and forth and always leaving one of them waiting for more whilst I worked on the other. One hand on their arses, I had slowly brought them closer together, to a point where their cocks were touch if I held them together.

I did it, pushing the swollen heads of their cocks into my mouth, sucking down on them and loading them with my spit. They moaned, one hand on each of my shoulders. I sucked and sucked, used my hands to jerk them off -- until they came in a rush of white hot sperm, filling my mouth, choking me even as I swallowed it down.

I stood up and kissed both of them, letting their own juices mingle. 

'Kyle, get on the bed,' Josh said huskily.

Kyle stripped naked and did what he was told. Josh gently pushed me towards the bed, and I got on, kneeling over Kyle's glistening, muscular body. 

His cock was still soft, but I would see it stirring as he watched me cross the room and bend my head over him. 

'Start sucking on his dick,' Josh told me.

I winked at Kyle, who blushed, and went to work on his cock, gentle at first, trying to coax him back into hardness.

Partway through, I felt the thin strip of the g-string being pulled to one side, and a warm moistness on my rear. Josh was licking me out!

I smiled and moaned with pleasure, to let him know to keep going. 

He lapped at my hole, started probing me with his tongue. 

As soon as I had started to moan Kyle had started getting hard. I kept it up, until he was almost as hard as when we had started.

Josh was fingering me, using lube to keep me wet. He didn't do this very long, and soon I felt him move his hand away; sensed him drying his hand on something, and felt both his hands on my cinched waist, dragging me backwards a little.

I whimpered, not wanting to stop sucking on Kyle's cock -- but I was hunched up, and Josh wanted a go and need to be able to reach me.

I relaxed, and felt the tip of his penis at my back door; I was loose and slippery from him eating out and fingering me, and he slid right in -- a wave of pleasure arced through me, and I felt myself starting to dribble pre-cum.

It was a quick, rough fuck. He banged away, and I could barely keep my lips on Kyle's dick. Worried that I might accidentally bite him, I stopping blowing him off and instead focussed on dealing with this rod of his mate's being slammed in and out of my ass.

It didn't let up; he didn't even change pace -- he just drove himself in and out of me, the same length of dick each time slamming into my tight hole. He wasn't even trying to pleasure me: it was all about him getting off. He fucked me like an animal, hungry and mindless; senseless and brutal. He was an uncompromising fucker, and I got off on that. 

I lay curled on the bed, vaguely aware that Kyle was jacking himself off, watching me getting fucked by his mate.

I was just their toy, an accessory to their fantasy. I don't think it even mattered to Josh that I was a boy: I was just an available tight wet hole he could drive himself into; something that was able to take him, regardless of willing.

I turned my head so I could see in the mirror. I saw a girl with a flushed red face buried into the bedclothes; saw the tall muscular man fucking her strongly from behind; saw his younger dark-haired mate moving, getting off the bed...

Josh withdrew. He was panting, and sweat was dribbling from his chin, but he hadn't come; didn't even seem close to.

I saw Kyle speaking to him, but wasn't able to hear properly -- my ass was sore, brutalised; yet a warm feeling of pleasure soaked through me, and I was reluctant to move. 

'Oh fuck, yes. Fuck yes.'

I heard Josh start to wank over me, and tiled my head so I could see him shoot his load over my butt and back—

Only to see him stood away from the bed, Kyle at his feet bobbing his head back and forth on the end of his mate's dick.

What the fuck!

I sat up and watched what was going on, being somehow turned on by this sight of incest before me. Josh stroked his friend's shaven hair as he pulled him deeper onto his cock. Kyle's face was flushed red -- out of shame or breathlessness I don't know, but he seemed to be a willing subject for Josh.

His eyes were closed, but after a few seconds he opened them, saw me looking, blushed some more, and peeled away from his bro.

'I always wanted a threesome with my mate Josh and a hot girl,' he said. 'But the girl would have to have a strapon, and it would be me in the middle.'

I reached down and stroked my cock as he spoke.

He saw this, and continued:

'I want to suck Josh's big dick, and I want to have your dick buried in my ass. I want you both to fuck my brains out.'

I nodded. I was good and hard -- another opportunity to fuck this boy's tight ass -- and told him to get up on the bed.

He did, getting on all fours. He was grinning bashfully as he watched me getting ready to plunge into him. Then he turned to face the end of the bed, where Josh was standing, and took his mate's cock in one hand.

'Are you ready Kyle?' I asked.

He swallowed hard. 'Yes. Yes, fuck me hard.'

He'd added a little lube while I'd been distracted, and anyway his ass was sweaty fro our exertions; my cock slid up him easily. He was tight, but not as tight as he'd been that first time.

'Been fingering yourself, have you?' I asked.

'Dildo,' he breathed -- before pulling Josh forward and wrapping his lips over his engorged cock.

'Oh fuck.' The sight of Kyle sucking on his straight mate's dick, with his buttocks raised up hungrily to me as I planted myself inside of him was almost too much. I pumped back and forth, alternating my rhythms and the length of my stroke to give him maximum pleasure.

He groaned and moaned; saliva dribbled out down his chin, and Josh's cock glistened wetly as he deepthroated him. Kyle reached for his own dick, and started tugging on it wildly. He was really getting off on this, the dirty fucker.

I decided to copy Josh's form, and simple bashed Kyle's hips out as fast as I could, ramming myself into him. He took it better than I did, keeping Josh's cock deep in his mouth at the same time. 

I was getting close to coming, feeling the bounce of my tits as I fucked his ass; the stockings rubbing against my smooth legs; the tightness of the corset as I tried to take deep breaths and couldn't. 

It was all too much, and in an explosive orgasm I spunked inside of Kyle's ass, thrust a few more times in that warm wetness, and then withdrew. The head of my cock was so tender that I shot two more loads over his back.

Josh took the cue and held Kyle in place while he filled his mouth and throat full of cum. Kyle gulped and gasped as he swallowed it all down, lapping it up hungrily and then licking his mate's cock until it was clean of sperm.

Then he turned about and started licking my cock too, sending further spasms of orgasm through my body. I lay back on the bed, trying to take them all in; feeling wave after wave of pleasure scoring over my body. I felt like I wanted him to suck me until I was hard and could come again -- but I was spent; utterly drained.

He continued to play with me and Josh, coaxing our cocks as though not willing to accept we had done all we could do for now. Josh came and lay on the bed next to me, and eventually Kyle gave up.

'I need to get out of these clothes,' I gasped.

Josh smiled. 'Here,' he said. 'Let me help you.'

That little encounter was eight months ago.

Now, I've been through several surgeries, to feminise my face and had breast implants. I'm on hormones, and now my skin is soft all of the time; I trim and wax now, instead of shaving.

Kyle is my fuck buddy, perhaps my boyfriend.

His taste for cock hasn't diminished his manliness any: he's still the buff, muscular dude he was when he first started at work. 

He's been working on his car again, has on his old oily jeans and a grease-stained white vest. His hair is shaven at the sides, longer on the top, like a marine's cut.

He fondles me through the leather, cups my breast in his hands. It feels so erotic, being felt up by him as I stand in my leather suit in his hallway.

I cup his hand to one breast, feel the heat of his skin as I hold it there. I smile at him, and he smiles back.

I say to him, 'Let's take this upstairs.'



Sessions



Who had to stop, Kelly? Amy was innocently holding my hand, fully dressed, on the loveseat next to me. Yana had her hand on my boob again and her head on my shoulder, but she wasn't moving her hand or anything. She was just watching the movie. So was Amy. Why was I so close to cumming then?

I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath, holding it, calming myself. I was not cumming. I was not. I was really really wet, but I was not cumming. That would be impossible. From just imagining that I am making love with Amy and Yana? I caught the scent of myself, of my arousal.

I sat there and breathed slowly and watched some actors doing some things I did not understand in the least because I had lost the thread of the story. Amy and Yana were laughing. I hoped they were not laughing at the movie and not at me. Could they smell me? I didn't know how much Amy had messed around with girls. Would they know it was me? Would they know because they knew their own scents?

Oh, my. Yana had a scent. I had never thought of that before. Not really. What was her pussy look like, up close? How did she taste? Was her normally still hand on my breast moving, or was that my imagination too? Was my nipple so very hard? 

I had to stop this. It was too confusing. I loved Tom and Yana. I mean Lindsay. Lindsay was the one I loved. Yana was my friend. My friend who doesn't have sex with other girls. 

Yana, my friend with Tom's cock going in and out of her mouth, her eyes half-lidded, taking him in and letting him out. Her startling blue eyes open to look into his as she moves up and down on his cock. Her lips stretch around his hard cock, and her cheeks hollow as she sucks, drawing back, letting him out of her mouth before plunging back down on it again, eyes closed, dark hair swirling each time she comes down.

I opened my eyes again. I was just being silly. I was afraid to open my legs because of how I must smell. They would know. Both of them.

Amy and I shift so that we can lick one another as Tom puts his cock into Yana's cunt. Our tongues play on each other's pussies, running across the dewy, excited flesh. Turning our heads now, we see the other two fucking. Yana is glorious and beautiful as she fucks. Her body bucks and arches into Tom's as he thrusts into her so wonderfully. Her legs lift as she takes him further into her body. With each lunge into her, Tom makes her pretty breasts bounce and heave. I twist my tongue around Amy's clit and drag my teeth lightly over her there, making her cry out as I watch Yana fuck Tom. I want Amy to cum. I want to cum. I want to see Amy up on her hands and knees as Tom drives his cock into her from behind as Yana puts her mouth on my pussy and licks me.

I murmur again and they hear me. I wanted to cum. Yana's hand was teasing my breast so, toying with my stiff nipple as her breath fell down heavily on my neck, bare where my hair was draped behind me. For a brief flash of an instant of a moment, her pussy pressed into my bare thigh when she rolled up. I could feel her heat and arousal through her shorts, the hint and suggestion of dampness on her thighs where the leg of her shorts had ridden up. Then it was gone as Yana turned her away from mine and settled into the loveseat, no longer touching my naked breast but hunkering down on herself. The credits were rolling.

I sat up, breathing hard. Amy heard me. Amy smelled me. I wanted to fuck Amy.

My fingers wiggle into her, as she hovers over me. I curl one over the other and run them in and out of her, feeling how tight she is around my fingers as I fuck her. She grasps my ears, holding on to my head as I lean forward to kiss her tummy. Her skin is so so soft under my lips. I kiss higher, to her breasts, tonguing her nipple. She sighs and calls out my name. "Kelly... Kelly..."

The lights came up with me sprawled on the couch, legs apart and blouse half open, a complete and utter mess. Yana and Amy rise away from the loveseat, stretching and bringing life back into their arms and legs after having sat still for so long.

"Kelly..." Amy says softly, offering her hand to help me get up. "Kelly..."

I breathe slowly, and then button my shirt a bit. Shaking my hair out again, feeling it stick to the damp skin of my neck, face and chest, I get to my feet too, following those two.

Wanting those two. Maybe I am promiscuous.