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Sweet Surrender

By: touchoflace



I enter the room where the girl is sitting in a chair, her arms bound behind her back, with her legs spread and tied to each leg of the chair. She is naked except for her thin sheer panties. I watch her for a moment, struggling against the ropes. A familiar tingle inside of me, as my own pussy starts to throb and ache just watching her. I approach her, her anger evident as she starts demanding that she be released from her restraints. I tell her that if she doesn't sit quietly, that I will rip her panties from her pussy and use them to gag her. She continues her struggle so I get down on my knees in front of her and roughly rip each side of her panties, pulling them from her. I run my finger along her clit, and she begs me to stop. I continue the path my finger is making and move my finger down to her slit, and slowly ease my finger into her. She is wet, and my discovery of this makes her even more angry, as she tries to push my finger out from her pussy. I withdraw my finger, bringing it up to her lips and smearing her juices along them. 

"lick them" I demand of her. 

She refuses so I slide my finger back inside her, twisting it, turning it, deeply thrusting it against her cervix. A little moan escapes her, and I quickly withdraw my finger as I pull her hair firmly, tugging her head back as I slide my finger into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own sweet juices. I then bring her panties up to her nose and force her to smell herself on them. I notice the very visible wet spot so, I shove her panties into her mouth. She whimpers against them, her eyes pleading with me to remove her from her uncomfortable situation.

I walk around her, looking at her. My own flesh aching for her. My nipples hard and straining against the fabric of my sheer blouse, my short skirt exposing my panties that are soaked with my juices. The sight of her so exciting, my whole being feels alive. She watches me, her eyes fixed on mine not knowing what I will do next. I look over to the corner of the room, to the chair You are sitting in. Watching me take this poor helpless girl. Your presence completely unknown to her. I think to myself what would You want me to do next? I stop in front of her, and firmly press her nipples against the palm of my hand. I pinch them with my thumb and finger, twisting them so hard tears form in her eyes. I hear a muffled scream against the panties gagging her, and I release the pressure slowly and repeat the torture on the other nipple. 

I tug her nipple away from her flesh, and twist it to an uncomfortable level and then I release my fingers. Moving back to the other nipple. I repeat this over and over till tears run a steady stream down her cheeks. Then I move my mouth down to her breasts, and gently suck one then the other into my mouth, feeling the tension fade away from her flesh as she begins to relax. I continue sucking, licking, kissing her for quite sometime and then bite down firmly on her nipple. Feeling her body tense at the searing pain that consumes her flesh. I repeat this on her other nipple, and then gently suck once again at each feeling her body relax once again. 

I run my tongue down her flat abdomen, down to the soft, sweet pussy that I am dying to taste. Her legs so beautifully spread, exposing her to me. I trace my tongue along the very soft small patch of hair on her small, full lips. I part her lips exposing her very pink, very soft wet inner lips. I study her for a moment, my hunger growing and I can no longer stand it, as I seal her sweet pussy lips with my lips. Tasting the sweet juices that I have so longed for since entering the room. She is so very wet, and I find myself lapping quickly at her pussy trying to take all of her juices into my mouth. I hear her moan, and see her head moving from side to side as her body begins to relax against my mouth. I thrust my tongue in deeper, and slide her ass forward into the chair, lifting her hips up so I can get full access to all of her. 

I continue to fuck her with my tongue, rubbing my finger against her clit in the same pace. Just as her orgasm approaches I thrust 3 fingers into her, she is so tight, and a tiny scream escapes her. I then move my mouth up to her clit, and circle it with my tongue over and over, feeling how swollen it is. I continue pumping her pussy with my fingers, and I feel her hips fucking back with each deep forceful thrust. Her body begging for her final release. I draw her clit into my lips sucking on it hard, feeling her body releasing her sweet, warm juices all over my fingers. Her pussy throbbing around them, drawing them in deeper. I then bite down hard against her clit, and she releases a primal moan, scream against the panties. Her breath rapid and shallow, Her whole body spasming, and twitching with her climax. I let her down slowly, watching her body slump into the chair. Her body so peaceful and quiet. I remove the panties, and gently kiss her lips. I untie her and guide her over to the bed so she may lay down and let her body calm from her orgasm. I return to Your side.

You pull me to You, kiss my lips so deeply tasting her all over my mouth. I wait quietly for Your approval. You lift me into Your arms, holding me so close to You. I whisper 

"i love You my Master...with all that i am." You say to me 

"I love You angel." 

A huge grin upon Your lips, pleased with what You have seen.

Sweet Surrender



Martha always told anyone who would listen that she thought she was the luckiest girl in the world. A small legacy from her grandfather meant that she got through college without having to take out even a single student loan. And just as she was graduating with an English degree and absolutely no idea what to do with it, what did she do? She won the lottery. Seriously, she won the actual state lottery. Nine hundred thousand dollars after taxes, just dumped right into her lap.

Not enough for an ultra-wealthy lifestyle; but Martha had lived in Hershey, Pennsylvania her whole life, and she'd always known what she wanted to do for a living if she got the chance. And now, it had happened--she was one of the few, the proud, the chocolate taste-testers! It didn't pay much--just a small stipend in exchange for filling out detailed forms on the taste, smell, and texture of the candy she got from the company--but as far as her sweet tooth was concerned, it was a dream job. She got to eat candy for a living! It didn't make dieting any easier, of course, but Martha had long ago resigned herself to shopping in the plus-size section of the department store.

Yes, Martha had thought for a long time now that she was the luckiest girl in the world. But today, she knew it.

"Let me get this straight, Doctor Tanner," she said. "You're telling me that eating these chocolates will actually make me lose weight?"

Doctor Tanner smiled. It went a long way to relieving the somewhat severe effect of her appearance. She clearly went out of her way to dress professionally, hiding her green eyes behind a pair of thick glasses and pulling her blonde hair back into a tight bun. "Please, Ms Radcliffe," she said, "call me Cassidy. And I'm quite serious. You see, the human brain has developed certain survival mechanisms over the eons, instincts that have helped us stay alive in times when our food supply has been uncertain. Our brains instruct our bodies to find foods that are high in fats and sugars--quick energy in the immediate future that can be transformed into fatty tissue and stored for later use when food is scarce."

"You don't need to tell me about that," Martha said, smiling ruefully and looking down at her own ample belly. "I know all about craving sugar."

"And it's exactly those cravings that I'm talking about," Cassidy said. "You're simply a highly adapted lifeform, that's all. A machine designed to store energy as efficiently as possible. Your mind might know that there's plenty of food in the cupboard, but your body is telling you to watch out because famine could be just around the corner. That's where these chocolates come in."

"What," Martha said, "they're...appetite suppressants?"

"Not exactly," Cassidy replied. She held up her hands, palms out. "You see, there are certain key regions of your brain responsible for regulating your body's input and output. On the one hand, it generates cravings for food..." She lifted her right hand up. "And on the other, it's instructing your body not to use any of the energy it's stored as fat, and keeping your metabolism low." She lowered her left hand. "So suppressing your appetite alone wouldn't do the job, because you'd still have trouble losing the weight you already have."

Martha nodded. "I tried those diet shakes for a month, you know, back when I was in college. They tasted terrible, I was always hungry, and do you know how much I lost? Two pounds."

"That's where the chocolates come in," Cassidy said. "They contain a chemical that stimulates a part of your brain that synchronizes your appetite with your metabolism. So the more of these special chocolates you have," she continued, slowly returning her hands to their old position, "the better your body judges how much you need to eat and how fast it uses up the energy, until--" She snapped her fingers with both hands, and dropped them back down to the desk. "You're at your ideal weight, and your body keeps a healthy metabolic balance. None of the dangers of stimulants, none of the risk of diuretics...the perfect weight-loss program. The only real question is how it tastes...and that's where you come in."

Martha wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She'd actually had dreams just like this, about chocolate you could eat as much of as you wanted without gaining weight, and this was even better. "It sounds..." She fluttered her hands in excitement. "Go ahead and back up the truck, Doc!" she cried out.

Cassidy chuckled. "Well, there are a few formalities to be worked out. Since this is a bit more involved than just adding a new layer of caramel, we'll need you to sign a few extra release forms." She slid a small sheaf of papers across the desk to Martha. "Just standard legalese, nothing to worry about."

Martha skimmed the forms, her eyes glazing over just a little as she tried to wade through the incomprehensible legal jargon. It looked pretty straightforward, just a release from indemnity in the event of any side effects. She looked up at Cassidy. "Side effects?" she asked. "Like what?" She remembered hearing about some of the side effects of that olestra stuff, words getting tossed around like 'anal leakage', and shivered.

Cassidy shook her head. "We haven't noticed any problems in the test animals; but since it acts on brain chemistry, we can't rule out an effect on your moods or your feelings, something subtle that might not show up in a cat or a rat." She reached into her desk and brought out a small leather-bound notebook. "Which is why we'd like you to keep a journal of your thoughts and feelings while you're testing the chocolates, just to supplement the weekly interviews. Anything that you feel is a significant change to your thoughts or emotions, just write it down in here."

Martha took the notebook, then scribbled her signature on the release forms. "Alright," she said. "Anything else I should know?"

"Nothing comes to mind," Cassidy said, standing up and heading over to a refrigerated cabinet. "Of course, standard non-disclosure agreements apply, don't go sneaking this stuff off to other candy companies...or to diet food makers, for that matter." She pulled out a plain white cardboard box and handed it to Martha. "There shouldn't be any side effects from overdosing, but try to make those last all week."

Martha grinned. "If this works, that shouldn't be too hard, right?"

Cassidy smiled right along with her. "Let's hope not. Anyhow, I'll see you next Monday at the same time...oh, and make sure to keep track of your weight. We'd like to know how fast the pounds melt away for the ad campaign."

With a nod and a chuckle, Martha made her way out of Cassidy's lab. She always liked visiting the labs--Martha had never really felt responsible enough to own a pet, but that didn't stop her from enjoying the trip past the rows and rows of lab animals playing in their cages. She pressed her finger to the bars as a cat rubbed up against it, and watched the rabbits for a moment...until she realized just what they were doing, then she blushed crimson and headed rapidly for the door. They were known for it, after all, but still...

When she got home, she tossed the journal by her bed, put the box of chocolates in the fridge (Cassidy hadn't said to keep them cool, but it probably couldn't hurt) and pulled out one for right now. With a slight grimace of anticipation, she popped it into her mouth, fully prepared to have her favorite flavor overwhelmed by yucky medicine. But no, all she could taste was the smooth, rich, sweet flavor of milk chocolate on her tongue.

Martha smiled contentedly. Luckiest girl in the world.

*****

There were twenty-one chocolates in the box, enough to have one with every meal for the next seven days. Which wasn't quite enough chocolate for Martha's tastes, but she had more than enough candy around the house to supplement the miraculous little bon-bons.

And 'miraculous' was exactly the word. By dinnertime on the first day, Martha found enough energy to dust the kitchen cupboards, mop the dining room floor, and finally get around to rearranging the bookshelves in her living room while she watched TV. She remembered Cassidy's comments about metabolism; obviously, her body had decided to turn a little of that fat back into "get up and go", and she was definitely getting up and going. She felt more productive than she had in years.

Even when her bedtime rolled around, Martha felt like she had a little bit too much pep to get to sleep. She lay down in bed, but instead of feeling tired like she usually did, she felt oddly...restless. Like there was something her body wanted to tell her, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was. Something...

She wiggled around for a moment, suddenly aware of how warm she was under the covers. She felt a strange tightness between her thighs, a sort of... Even in the privacy of her own house and the darkness of her own room, Martha found herself blushing. Was that what it was? She'd never had much of a sex drive, not even when she was a teenager. Chocolate always seemed to last longer, and it never turned you down for a date. But tonight, all this excess energy just seemed to be heading straight to her hips, as it were.

Shy she may be, but Martha wasn't completely clueless. If her body was telling her it had some needs to take care of, she knew how to handle it. She reached down between her legs and started rubbing her pussy, almost shocked at how wet it already was. It felt like she'd needed this all night long, like her body had been just waiting for her to stop fiddling around with the housework and get straight to fingering herself.

"Mmmmnnnh..." Martha's tiny moan sounded surprisingly loud in the empty house, but she didn't care. It wasn't like anyone was going to hear her, she thought as her other hand snaked up to her breasts and began rhythmically pinching her nipples, first one then the other. She could scream like a banshee, moan and whimper and yell in the throes of passion if she wanted. She could do anything, no matter how perverted, and nobody would know. The thought enthralled her and made her fingers piston all the quicker in and out of her slick pussy.

Martha's legs spread wider, now, her body opening up to give her fingers more access to her needy pussy. She heard herself panting loudly for breath as she rubbed her clit with her thumb, and her whole body tensed and relaxed in time with her motions. She felt hot, tight surges of pleasure flowing up from her pussy through her whole body, sensitizing her skin where it brushed against the sheets and making her quiver at the sensations. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, and her hips bucked and thrust upward to meet her hand as she added a third finger and kept pumping away, so close now, so very...

She let out a loud, animal grunt as she came, feeling her juices drench her fingers as her pussy clenched and spasmed around her hand. It felt better than she'd ever remembered before, and the dreamy bliss of the afterglow seemed to cling to her as she sagged back down against the mattress and let herself drift off to sleep.

The next morning, Martha checked the scale. Her jaw dropped when she saw the number flashing up at her from the digital readout. 305.5! She'd lost almost ten pounds in one day! She practically skipped down the hall to breakfast, not even bothering to put on clothes as she washed down her morning chocolate with a big bowl of cereal.

By the time lunch rolled around, she was practically bursting with energy. She'd cleaned the whole house from top to bottom, and dropped off some of her old outfits at Goodwill--after all, if this worked, she'd never need those old "fat clothes" again! She'd even managed to do a little writing, which was something she'd been promising herself she'd do for about three years now; but there always seemed to be something good on TV and a comfy couch to watch it on.

But now, when she sat on the couch, she found herself thinking of other things...she went through the pay-per-view guide with a new interest, the titles of the 'adult' entries suddenly sounding less perverse and more intoxicating. Before long, she'd found herself purchasing a porno movie, and she made sure to slip a tape into the VCR so she could record it for later.

She wound up frigging herself to orgasm twice that evening--once while she watched the movie as it played, and a second time after rewinding it to a really hot scene with two guys and two girls and letting it play. She needed to take another shower before she went to bed just to wash the smell of sex off of her body.

The next day, she checked the scale again, and was thrilled to see another ten pounds had dropped away. But on the downside, she'd finished up all her chores for the week over the course of the last two days' whirlwind activity, and finding something to occupy her time was proving a little difficult. She wrote a bit in the journal Cassidy had given her about the extra vitality the chocolates had given her, but decided not to mention everything about the last couple of days. Really, Cassidy didn't need to know about the way she'd been fingering... stroking... rubbing... cumming...

Martha spent the rest of the day on the couch with the video.

By Friday, she'd stopped bothering to shower before she went to bed. There was just something so delightfully decadent about lying there under the covers, letting the mingled scent of arousal and sweat and sticky pussyjuice waft up to her nostrils. Usually, it made her play with herself one more time before she fell asleep, constantly amazed at just how much pleasure she could wring out of her sleepy body. She'd spent about fifty dollars on pay-per-view porn, now, trying to find out exactly what she liked and disliked (and watching the stuff she liked again and again...she'd never realized just how much she could get turned on by this stuff!)

She went grocery shopping on Saturday, and picked up enough food to get her through the next couple of weeks. Mostly, she went for food that was either canned or frozen; she'd already managed to make three days' worth of food last for six, and it was starting to dawn on her just how much less she was eating. Walking down the grocery store aisles was usually a tantalizing ordeal; but today, she looked at cookies and cake and frozen pizza with only mild interest. She wanted to tell someone the good news, but thoughts of that non-disclosure agreement stopped her. The only person she could really talk to about this was Doctor Tanner, and she didn't know her number.

As soon as she got home, she flung off her now very-loose clothes, eager to feel the air on her naked skin. She shivered in ecstasy as she stripped, privately pledging that from now on, clothes were strictly for outside the house. In the privacy of her own place, she could feel free to be nude...and slick, and dripping, and horny, and...

The next couple of days passed pretty quickly after that.

*****

"So how have things gone?" Cassidy asked. "Obviously pretty well, just judging from appearances."

Martha squealed in glee. "Sixty pounds!" she said. "I've lost sixty pounds! I've had to punch two new holes in my belt! I'd have bought a whole new wardrobe, but I figured, why buy now when the fat keeps melting away?" And when I don't wear clothes much anymore, she added silently.

Cassidy smiled warmly. "And you're still feeling good? No depression, mood swings, anything like that?"

Martha tried to conceal her blush and affected a nonchalant tone as she gestured to the journal and said, "It's all in there. Feeling just fine, better than ever. No weirdness at all." It suddenly struck her just how closely Cassidy resembled one of the porn stars she'd been masturbating to, and she tried to push the thought out of her head as she clenched her thighs together tightly.

"Really?" Cassidy fixed her with a penetrating gaze as she picked up the journal and began to flip through it. "You haven't noticed anything unusual besides a boost in energy levels. Nothing odd at all."

Martha looked down at the desk, at her shoes, really anywhere except at those accusing eyes (and that body, oh fuck, how had she not noticed how goddamn sexy Cassidy was when she talked to her last week? She hid it well with those clothes, but God, those tits were huge. Martha felt like she could just bury her face in them...) "No, nothing else."

"I see," Cassidy said, standing up. "Then perhaps you might want to tell me what you did this weekend."

"I..." Martha trailed off, blushing bright crimson. Oddly enough, the embarrassment of being caught in a lie, especially one about sex, didn't seem to be doing anything to halt the arousal building in her pussy. If anything, it seemed to increase it. Something about the way Cassidy glared sternly down at her as she sat there, meekly staring at the floor...it just made Martha's cunt juice up like it was going to soak clean through her sweatpants.

"I thought so," Cassidy said, crossing her arms. "Martha, you really do need to write everything down in this journal. It's vitally important that we have all the information about what this drug is doing to you, even if it does seem too personal to talk about. If it's privacy you're worried about, you can rest assured that I'm going to be the only one who knows that you wrote that journal. Everyone else will just know it was one of our test sub--" She caught herself. "One of our testers."

Right now, even one person seemed like one person too many. Especially when that person was standing right there in front of Martha, and Martha was sure that she was starting to get a damp spot on the crotch of her outfit and that Doctor Tanner had to have noticed it by now... "Sorry, Doctor Tanner," she said contritely. It seemed somehow appropriate to address her by her last name under the circumstances. "I understand. I'll do better from now on, I promise."

"Good," Cassidy said, relaxing a bit. "Now, would you like to tell me what you didn't write in that journal this week?"

Martha hesitated for a moment, not wanting to confess just how much she'd been masturbating; but Doctor Tanner just seemed so...authoritative, standing there. "I've been horny," she said quietly. "Really horny, every day. It's like my sex drive's just gone crazy, I've been going nuts, fantasizing about men, about..." She looked up at Cassidy for a moment, hoping she wasn't about to freak her out. "About women, too. I've never felt like this before."

Cassidy didn't freak out. She smiled warmly and uncrossed her arms, putting a hand on Martha's shoulder. "There," she said. "That wasn't so hard, was it? And for the record, I don't think it's anything to worry about. It's probably not even a side effect of the drug." Martha let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "You're losing a lot of weight, and it's probably just making you more aware of your body and your sexuality in ways you hadn't really let yourself think about before now. That's perfectly natural, even healthy. You're letting out some of your repressed feelings, and it's alright to explore and see where that leads you."

Martha felt almost pathetically grateful to hear Cassidy's words; she felt like she wanted to lean her head down and nuzzle at the hand that was touching her like a cat rubbing up against its owner. With an effort, she controlled herself. "Alright," she said. "Thank you. For understanding, I mean."

"Not a problem." Cassidy took her hand away and headed towards the fridge. Martha almost asked her to come back. "Here's this week's supply of chocolates," she said as she pulled out another unmarked box. "You say you haven't noticed any sort of unusual flavor in them at all?"

"No, nothing," Martha said, gratefully taking the box and silently reveling in the instant where their fingers touched. "If I didn't know the chemical was in there, I'd swear it was just normal chocolate."




Sweet Surrender



"Perfect," Cassidy said with a wide smile. "Just what I wanted to hear. Have fun this week," she said as she returned to her desk. Was it Martha's overheated imagination, or did Cassidy actually wink at her as she turned to leave? Imagination, Martha thought. Had to be. She started walking past rows of yowling cats and frantically copulating mice.

"Martha?" Cassidy didn't raise her voice much, but there was a tone of command to it that made Martha instantly stop in her tracks. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Martha turned to see Cassidy holding up the journal. "Oh!" Martha said, scurrying back to pick it up. "Sorry, ma'am," she said.

Cassidy smiled indulgently. "Just remember what I told you, Martha," she said, looking straight at Martha. Her eyes seemed somehow magnified by the glasses. "Write down everything."

"Yes, ma'am," Martha replied, not trusting herself to say anything more. She took the journal and left quickly.

On her way out of the building, she stopped off in the restroom and masturbated. The whole time, she pictured Cassidy watching.

*****

Was that really normal? Martha pondered the question as she drove home. Cassidy had said it was. She'd said Martha was just exploring her sexuality in new ways; but Martha wasn't sure whether she wanted to believe that because it was true, or because it validated her behavior. (Or because for some reason, she got a hot sexy shiver all the way down her spine when she agreed with Doctor Tanner...) Martha had never thought about herself as bisexual; but then again, she had to admit that Cassidy was right. She'd never thought of herself as anythingsexual. Her experience with dating was limited, her experience with sex almost non-existent; really, the more Martha thought about it, the more of a recluse she realized she'd become since getting out of college and buying her house. Maybe she really did need to explore her sexuality more.

On impulse, she swung off the freeway and headed north. She'd never been into the store she was driving towards; but despite thinking of it as a place for perverts, she knew where it was. And a solid week of watching porn had left her knowing exactly the sorts of things she could get there. With a sudden rush of heat between her thighs, Martha remembered just how much the women in those videos seemed to enjoy their toys. Time to see if they really did the job better than fingers. Cassidy was right, Martha decided. For all that she was thirty-three, in terms of sexual experience she was just out of puberty. She needed to make up for lost time, and she could start by exploring her own body. She pulled into the parking lot of 'Adult Playland' with a tiny shiver of anticipation.

When she got inside, Martha almost didn't know where to start. They had whole rows of sex toys, dildos and double-dildos and vibrators and butt plugs and things that looked like they were designed to do practically all those things at once. Martha walked up and down the aisle, occasionally picking up a package and reading some of the text. "Guaranteed to find your G-spot in minutes!" Martha wasn't even sure what her G-spot was. She'd heard people talk about it in some of the porn she'd been watching, but apart from hearing that it really felt good to find, they didn't get into detail. Martha looked over at the counter, where a girl with bright green hair was half-watching a lesbian orgy. Should she ask for help? What would the girl tell her? The thought seemed simultaneously embarrassing and clit-sparkingly hot.

She wandered through a bit more of the store, finding a DVD section. She saw some porn that looked to be a lot more explicit than the stuff she could order over her cable box, and she made a mental note to drift by here again on her way out. Surprisingly, she found herself lingering a lot more over the lesbian porn than the hetero stuff. She'd been enjoying the threesomes and foursomes on pay-per-view; but as she looked at the various covers, she realized that while the cocks still looked nice, it was the girls that got her motor running now.

Which it was, she realized. She wanted to slip off to the ladies' room and masturbate again, but the signs warning, "These premises monitored by closed-circuit cameras" discouraged her. Well, they discouraged the part of her that didn't want to get arrested for lewd conduct. They definitely didn't discourage the part of her that suddenly fantasized about displaying her slick cunny to whoever watched the cameras, giving them a full show of her frigging herself off and-- She locked that thought off, continuing her trip through the store.

She passed by magazines, which seemed pretty tame after the DVDs. She passed by lubes that warmed and lubes that tingled and lubes in all sorts of different flavors. She passed by lingerie, and while she did enjoy a few moments of picturing herself in something lacy, she decided to wait until she'd finished losing weight before she thought about buying any. She passed--

Martha stopped. Her eyes locked onto the display. A mannequin stood there, dressed in a black leather catsuit, holding a broad, flat paddle and wearing a strap-on that jutted from its crotch in a way that made Martha's mouth water. Another mannequin knelt in front of the first, this one wearing an outfit of navy-blue latex, one with holes cut out where the crotch and the nipples went. All around the display, pegs held ball-gags and riding crops and nipple clips and restraints for just about every part of the body.

Martha felt a hot, tingling blush spread over her whole body. She felt like she'd just been plugged into an electrical outlet. Her cunt was absolutely burning with need, the heat radiating all the way up to nipples that had gone hard and pebbly under her clothes. It was like her body had been waiting her whole life for her to see this, to find this secret world of dark pleasure and say, "Mine." She felt like a puzzle piece being fitted into the slot meant for it. She felt like she was an engine and this had finally turned the key.

Her mind raced with fantasies. Everything her eyes alit on became the center of a new daydream. She looked at padded handcuffs, and pictured them locked around her wrists and ankles as she writhed and struggled helplessly. She noticed a set of nipple clips, and imagined the exquisite pleasure/pain of them pinching the sensitive flesh so vividly that she shuddered. Her knees buckled slightly under her, and Martha realized that she wanted to kneel like the mannequin.

"Finding everything all right?" The voice behind her made Martha jump, and she realized as she turned around that she'd been standing there staring at the display for over five minutes. She tried to pretend nonchalance, but the visible damp patch on her sweatpants made it difficult.

"I'm, um...I'm just looking," Martha said. The girl (whose nametag read 'Tammy') gave her a knowing smile that suggested she knew just what Martha was looking at, and what was going through her head when she looked at it. She'd probably seen it all, working here. The green hair, multiple piercings, and visible tattoos suggested that she'd probably seen it all even before she started working here.

"Well, I'm here to help," Tammy said, putting her hand very lightly on Martha's arm. Martha stopped breathing for a moment. "If there's anything you want a closer look at, just ask. It's pretty slow at this time of day, I've got nothing but time."

Was she flirting? Martha wasn't sure. She didn't have much experience with flirting. It didn't happen very often to girls like...Martha's eyes flicked down at her body, reminding herself that she was a slightly more svelte 255. She still didn't exactly feel sexy and desirable, but her body had definitely slimmed down in some of the right places and kept the extra weight in some of the very right places, and Tammy seemed to like what she was seeing. Or maybe it was just Martha's imagination. It probably was. She probably was just being helpful. But she hadn't taken her hand off Martha's arm yet...

"I was just curious about, um...that," Martha said, vaguely waving her arm in the direction of the display. She hoped Tammy didn't ask for more specifics; the other girl seemed to be so worldly about these things, and Martha didn't want to embarrass herself by admitting that she'd never even thought about kinky sex until just now.

"Oh, the paddle?" Tammy asked, taking it out of the mannequin's hand and hefting it with practiced ease. Martha just blushed and nodded, unwilling to correct her. "It's a very nice model, has a lot of control and a good, well-balanced swing." She grinned, her eyes sparkling, and this time Martha knew she was flirting. "If you'd like to see how it feels, I could show you real quick."

Martha's heart pounded in her chest. Her throat closed up. She clenched her thighs together tightly as her head swam. Unable to speak, she just nodded.

"What was that?" Tammy asked. Her smile became just slightly cruel as she swished the paddle back and forth in the air, and Martha's pussy throbbed at the sight.

"Yes, please," she whispered, turning around. She wished she could strip naked to feel this more fully; but there was just enough of her that remained rational to stop herself, to pretend that this was just a product demonstration between a customer and a saleswoman and not any kind of perverse, fetishistic--

SMACK! The paddle slapped against her ass hard, and the intense mix of pleasure and pain brought tears to Martha's eyes. The sensation started out so sharp, so sudden, but then it just melted down into a burning heat on her ass that made Martha rub her thighs together and keen softly over the music coming from the store's sound system. Oh god, this was so wonderful, so hot and dirty and twisted and oh so fucking right that she--

SMACK! Tammy swung the paddle down again, harder this time, and Martha couldn't help herself. She squealed in pleasure at the feeling of the paddle hitting her already sensitized ass. She was wriggling in pleasure now, her eyes clenched shut so that she could focus completely on that wonderful feeling Tammy was causing. She could feel every beat of her heart now, the blood pumping to the stinging flesh of her ass-cheeks and causing a throbbing, pounding rush that was echoed in her clit. She wanted to reach down and finger it, the need was so intense and the pleasure was so powerful and she was so aroused and hot and--

SMACK! Her whole body shook with that swing, and she could hear Tammy breathing hard in a way that she knew wasn't just down to the exertion of swatting her ass. Martha's own breath came in heaving, panting gasps as Tammy held the paddle against her for just a moment, rubbing the raised nubs on the paddle's surface into her burning ass-cheeks. The fabric of her sweatpants felt like it wasn't even there, the sensation just went straight through them and Martha groaned in need, her whole body primed to cum now, her clit throbbing and her cunt soupy and her ass burning and her nipples tight and aching and she was so close, she just needed, needed--

SMACK! Martha let out a choking, strangled gasp as she came. She barely managed to keep her footing as the orgasm overwhelmed her, not even needing to touch herself as the rush of sensation crashed through her like a tidal wave and made her pussy spasm in bliss. She felt her juices flowing freely, and she knew it must be obvious to Tammy that she was cumming, but that just made it so much hotter, so much more exciting to think about the other girl watching her cum from the spanking she'd received. It felt so perfectly intimate, as though she'd skipped taking off her clothes and stripped her soul naked for Tammy to touch.

She almost didn't hear Tammy at first. "Wha...what was that?" she whimpered out incoherently.

"I said, what did you think?" Tammy asked, her voice perfectly neutral. She sounded like she'd just shown off a new toaster.

"I...um...yes, please," Martha babbled.

By the time she left, she had the paddle, a ball gag and a set of padded cuffs for her wrists and ankles, a vibrator that Tammy swore would leave her flat on her back gasping for air, a set of nipple clips, and a half-dozen lesbian bondage DVDs. She'd been tempted to buy the latex outfit as well, but she decided to wait until her weight stabilized, first. The whole way home, her ass throbbed and tingled against the car seat, and she flung her clothes off as soon as she got back into the house.

By the end of the day, she'd watched every single one of the DVDs, and she collapsed into bed (face-down, naturally) with visions of leather-clad dominatrixes dancing through her head. Even her dreams metamorphosized into sadomasochistic fantasies. She dreamt that she was the girl in 'Dungeon of Delight', naked and shivering as the woman in the leather mask drizzled candle wax onto her stomach. Just before she woke up, she watched her Mistress remove her mask, and she saw Cassidy's face...

The next day was devoted to rewatching her favorite moments, and to updating her journal. At first, she was a little reluctant to describe her sexual experiences from the last day, but Cassidy's instructions seemed to echo through her head. "Write down everything." Martha imagined the leather-masked woman saying it, and she found herself writing with one hand while her other hand diddled her clit until her handwriting got very unsteady.

By Thursday, the itch for variety had built up, and she drove back to the store to pick up some more DVDs. She was disappointed to find that there was a guy behind the counter this time. It wasn't that he wasn't cute, and all, and he was very attentive to her (she was down to 219 by now, with no sign of loose and flabby skin--if anything, she seemed to have lost even the little wrinkles and crow's feet she was starting to notice before she started on the chocolates. She could probably pass for twenty-five, now.) But she just couldn't seem to shake her dreams of stern, blonde women in leather. The urge for hetero sex was still there, she realized, but it was somehow...dormant. As though it'd be there waiting for her the second a Mistress commanded her to fuck a man (and she spent the whole time at the register lost in that fantasy, picturing Mistress ordering her to go behind the counter and kneel down, sucking the clerk's cock until he shot his load all over her face and tits...)

She spent the whole weekend naked.

*****

Martha walked slowly through the lab when she returned on Monday, trying to arrange her thoughts into some semblance of normality. It wasn't working. She'd spent so much of the last week immersing herself in BDSM that she couldn't quite seem to connect with regular life again. She walked past cats in heat, mice and rabbits screwing mindlessly, dogs humping each other through the bars of their cages, and every animal reminded her of her own animalistic lust. She clenched the journal in her hand, trying not to think about all the sexual fantasies it contained, and the number of times she'd admitted to fantasizing about the woman she was about to see. (She'd tried very hard to stop herself from writing that, but every time, she thought about Cassidy's stern disapproval, and that got her hot, and when she got hot, she got distracted and it got harder to refuse that refrain in her head of "Write down everything, write down everything," and the thought of obeying a command got her so aroused that she had to just let her fantasies pour out onto the page. She'd actually masturbated to her own journal a few times.)

Cassidy was sitting at her desk waiting for her, jotting down a few notes. "Ah, Martha," she said, looking up. "Lost some more weight, I see."

Martha nodded, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground. If she didn't look up at Cassidy, she wouldn't think about that body, those eyes, the way that she dressed to make herself look serious and authoritative and how much it did to enhance her powerful dominant sexuality...Martha became slowly aware of just how submissive it made her feel to be unable to meet Cassidy's gaze, and her pussy began to heat up all over again. "Yes, ma'am," she said. "I'm down to 185."

"Well," Cassidy said, "looking at your BMI, your weight should stabilize over the next week or so. If you lose much more than about sixty more pounds, we'll need to discontinue the regimen--at least until we figure out why your brain doesn't like being at its ideal weight," she continued quickly as she saw Martha's obvious discomfort.

"Yes, ma'am," Martha responded. Her eyes flicked up at Cassidy briefly. She wasn't sure what she was hoping to see--interest, excitement, understanding--but Cassidy had the same look of neutral detachment she'd had in Martha's previous visits. Even that felt strangely erotic to Martha, though; she felt like Cassidy was judging her, evaluating her, testing her to see if she was really submissive enough to become Cassidy's--

She blinked sharply, dredging her mind out of the fantasy. "Sorry, what?" she said. She'd totally lost track of Cassidy's words in her reverie.

"I asked about the journal," Cassidy said. "You have been keeping up with it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Martha said, handing it over with trembling hands.

Cassidy spent long moments flipping through the pages. "I see," she said after a while. "And you've spent all week...like this?" she asked in clipped tones. Martha wasn't sure if she was offended or just trying to keep her professional detachment.

"Yes, ma'am," Martha replied. Now that Cassidy said it, Martha had to admit that it seemed a bit unusual. Exploring her sexuality was one thing, but Martha thought over the last week and tried to remember even a single waking moment where she hadn't been obsessed with sex, hadn't been watching fetish porn or surfing through bondage websites with her ankles cuffed to her computer chair, pulling against the cuffs just to feel the tug of the straps against her flesh as the vibrator buzzed away inside her sticky pussy...

She shook her head a little to clear it as Cassidy peered at her. "Are you aroused right now, Martha?" she asked.

Martha nodded. "Yes, ma'am," she said again. Even those words got her horny. Maybe the drugs in the chocolate really were doing something screwy to her head, she thought, maybe that was why she was constantly thinking about women fucking her with strap-ons while she moaned helplessly into a ball gag, drool spilling down her chin as she bucked back against the fake cock and felt her clit tingling and her pussy spasming in pleasure and--

"Martha," Cassidy said sternly, and Martha realized she'd lost track of the other woman's speech again. "You need to concentrate."

"Sorry, ma'am," Martha said, and apologizing like that made her clit pulse in submissive ecstasy.

"As I was saying, I want to examine you," Cassidy repeated. "If you could just step over to the table, please, and disrobe?"

Martha stifled a whimper as she (obeyed, complied, submitted) followed the instruction. Part of her wasn't even sure if this was real, or if she'd slipped into another daydream of Cassidy ordering her to take her clothes off and lie down on the medical examination table; but if this was a fantasy, it was a vivid one. She slipped her clothes off, all too aware of the wet spot on her panties, and lay back on the table and put her feet into the stirrups. She could feel her juices slowly ooze onto the tissue paper that covered the exam table.

Cassidy pulled on a pair of latex gloves, and Martha gripped the sides of the table tightly in an effort to control her arousal. This had to be deliberate, Cassidy had to know how badly this was getting to her--but no. When she looked at the doctor's face, she saw nothing there but medical interest. Almost deliberately so, like she was getting off on not getting off on this...but that was crazy, wasn't it? Martha was just imagining it because she wanted so badly to see Cassidy as a domme that she was projecting this idea of Cassidy enjoying Martha squirm, wanting to see how much "accidental" stimulation it would take before Martha's veneer of normality broke and she became a whimpering, begging slavegirl who would do anything, anything at all if Cassidy would only let her...




Sweet Surrender



She felt Cassidy's fingers carefully pulling apart her labia, and it took all of Martha's self-control not to thrust her hips into Cassidy's hand. "How often have you been masturbating, Martha?" Cassidy asked.

"fffffive...six times a day," Martha husked out. "Sometimes more."

"Interesting," Cassidy said, running her finger along Martha's perineum. "And you haven't noticed any soreness, chafing, any pain of any kind?"

"n-no," Martha said, her voice unsteady. "Feels...feels good..."

"Very interesting," Cassidy said. "I'd thought there might be some therapeutic effects of the drug in terms of tissue revitalization, but this is more than I'd hoped for. And do you always lubricate this much?"

"I, I don't...I think so, yes..." Martha closed her eyes, giving into the sensations and letting her head get fuzzy with arousal. "yes, I please..." She caught herself about to beg for orgasm, and gritted her teeth.

"And you generally achieve orgasm quickly?" Cassidy asked, the tone of her voice not giving away any awareness at all of how badly her touches were affecting Martha.

"yes, oh god yes..." Martha groaned out, unable now to stop her hips from gently rolling back and forth in a hungry rhythm.

"I'm sorry," Cassidy said, "I'm sure this is quite embarrassing for you, but could you demonstrate for me?"

"yes, Mistress," Martha whispered. She hoped Cassidy hadn't noticed her slip, but she didn't care anymore; she didn't care about anything except the way her hand slid down to her pussy and the way her fingers thrust into her needy cunt and the way her body surged with pleasure, already so needy and hot and horny and she imagined latex fingers instead of her own, imagined Cassidy frigging her off with that same calm expression on her face, showing how powerful she was as she kept control even while her slavegirl totally lost it and came so hard...

"Thank you, Martha," Cassidy said once Martha had finally stopped shaking. "You can get dressed now." Martha slowly opened her eyes and slid off the table, her legs shaking underneath her as she put her clothes back on. While she was doing that, Cassidy headed over to the fridge and brought out another box of chocolates. "Here we go," she said. "I've included a couple of extras, since you've been such a co-operative girl."

Martha wanted to ask if Cassidy thought the chocolates were making her so horny and submissive, but something about the way Cassidy handed her the box made her meekly accept it instead. She took the journal as well, and silently made her way back out of the lab.

The whole way home, she replayed the session with Cassidy. In her memories, Cassidy was wearing a leather mask.

*****

'A couple extras' turned out to be a full extra box worth of chocolates. Martha almost thought about stopping when she noticed just how much Cassidy was giving her; the connection between her consumption of the drug and her need to be dominated by a hot blonde doctor was obvious, even through her haze of non-stop lust. But whenever she thought about quitting, she thought about how she was being made into a horny submissive slut, and then that got her thinking about how hot it would be to become a horny submissive slut, and then that got her fantasizing about Cassidy remaking her into an obedient slavegirl, and then she realized that Cassidy was doing exactly that and the perfect totality of the fantasy made her gobble down the chocolates with reckless abandon as she squatted down on a vibrating butt plug and fingered herself.

Her weight stabilized after a few days at 130 pounds, and she spent long hours kneeling in front of the mirror, reveling in her sexy, curvaceous body and the way her breasts heaved as she pounded her ten-inch dildo into her cunt. Constant masturbation seemed to tone and firm her muscles, or maybe that was just another side effect of the chocolate. Martha wasn't sure anymore. She was having trouble thinking about anything except sex, now. Making decisions seemed hard, and she wished she had a Mistress to make them for her.

Most of her journal entries were about that. She'd lost all sense of restraint by now, filing the journal with page after page of fantasies about submitting to Cassidy, kneeling before her and worshiping her body with her tongue and her fingers and describing how powerful, how dominant, how sexy Cassidy was and how much Martha needed to obey her. Re-reading the entries just locked the fantasies in further, like Martha was re-programming her own brain as she soaked in her own desires of slavery and fed them back to herself, again and again and again in what seemed like an endless spiraling descent into obedience and pleasure.

She thanked the heavens that her appetite had diminished over the last couple of weeks; she couldn't imagine trying to grocery shop in this state. As it was, she knew that a couple of peeping toms had been hiding in the bushes outside her window at night, enjoying the free show she was giving them, but she was long past caring by now. If anything, exhibitionism was just another fetish that the drugs had made irresistible to her.

She managed to get her clothes on (showering wasn't a problem, the massaging shower head had just made that into another pleasant way to pass the time) and head out to 'Adult Playland' again, and part of her had been thrilled to see Tammy back behind the counter...but it just wasn't the same as it had been last week. Tammy was still just as beautiful, but Martha felt like she was locked off from the arousal she knew she should be feeling. She looked at that long, green hair and wished it was blonde. She couldn't help wanting to see glasses framing those eyes. Martha knew now that there was only one perfect woman, only one Mistress, and that was Mistress Cassidy. Martha knew she would have to wait for permission to release her slutty, wanton need for other women and other men. And that made so much sense to her now. So she just smiled and bought her latex slavesuit, and left.

She had trouble sleeping Sunday night, petrified that Cassidy wouldn't accept her devotions. What if she handed Cassidy the diary again, and Cassidy just nodded and read it with clinical detachment? What if Cassidy just sent her home again with more chocolates? What if Cassidy cut off her supply completely? Would she go back to being the Martha she vaguely remembered, the one who didn't understand how glorious it was to be a horny slutgirl slave? Martha shuddered at the thought.

She drove back to the lab in a haze of anticipation, panic, and lust, so caught up in noticing the sweat trickling down her skin inside the latex suit she wore under her clothes that she barely even noticed the drive. The walk through the complex seemed to take an eternity. She opened the door, and the pit of her stomach yawned in despair.

All the lab animals were gone. The cages had been removed. The fridge had vanished. Even Cassidy's desk was gone. There was just one box sitting on the floor, filled with papers. Apart from that, the lab was bare and empty.

Martha wanted to cry. It didn't seem fair. She'd come so far, changed herself so much to be the slave that she knew Cassidy wanted her to be, and now...nothing. She'd been abandoned. She couldn't go forward, but she couldn't bear to go back. "Mistress..." she whispered, hearing the lost tones in her own voice.

"Ah, Martha," came a voice from behind her. Martha turned to see Cassidy, and she couldn't help herself. She fell to her knees in joy. "Sorry I almost missed you, there. I'm just cleaning out my last few papers before I go."

"Go?" Martha asked, terror in her voice as she felt the fear return. "Go where?"

Cassidy patted her on the head reassuringly, seemingly unfazed by Martha's spontaneous demonstration of her devotion. "Go into business for myself," she said. "I quit. I think my talents are wasted here, don't you?"

Martha smiled dreamily. "Oh, yes, Mistress," she said. She didn't even notice she'd used the word.

"Of course, most of the formulas I've worked on are company property," Cassidy said, stroking Martha's cheek, "but I kept a few little secrets for myself. I think that should be enough to make my new business a compelling success, don't you?" Martha had a tiny orgasm when she heard Cassidy say the word 'compelling'.

"Yes, Mistress," Martha said, nuzzling Cassidy's hand. She felt a sense of completeness, being on her knees like this before her Mistress. Like this was what she was always meant for. The burden of independent thought slipped away from her, and she shed it joyfully.

"Which reminds me," Cassidy said, reaching into her pocket, "I have a present for you. Something to commemorate your contribution to my project." She pulled out a black leather collar with tiny silver studs. "Would you like to wear it?" she asked.

"Please, Mistress," Martha whimpered, "please oh please oh please yes please..."

"Good pet," Cassidy whispered, locking the collar around Martha's throat. "Now, it's time for us to go. Up on your feet, pet." Martha stood; but in her mind, she knew she would always be kneeling.

The two of them headed towards the door, Martha walking three steps behind her Mistress. "Tell me," Cassidy said, "do you know any other girls who like chocolate?"

THE END 



Sweet Surrender



Sleep came naturally to her that night. She'd curled up in bed reading a book and wearing her favourite Disney night shirt with a matching pair of white bra and panties. Yet as she turned the pages, her yawning was becoming more and more persistent. She kept looking at the glass of water next to her and wondered if it had been laced. Shaking that thought from her head she tried to concentrate on the page, but the words started to look jumbled up and blurry. Feeling disappointed she put the book aside and switched off the night lamp before snuggling under the covers. Sleep was almost instantaneous. 

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He approached the bed and watched his sleeping angel. Her hair spread around her like a halo and the moonlight shinning through the window made her delicate features more alluring. He wasted no time to undress. His excitement evident as it bounced off his belly to the thought of what he was about to do. He pulled off the covers and smiled when he saw what she was wearing and but what caught his eye, was the fact that the shirt had ridden up; showing a large expanse of her thigh and the beginnings of her white pants. 

Very gently he disrobed her and took each wrist to securely tie it to the bed post, but not too tight. He neatly folded her clothes and placed them on a chair before going back to her. He wanted to take her at that very instant. She lay on her back with her arms above her head, pushing up her already full breasts with the lightly coloured nipples which had hardened against the cool air. He began to breathe deeply as the sight aroused him even more. He resisted to touch himself and ignored the little bounces his engorged member did. 

His eyes travelled down the length of her body admiring her full figure, before travelling up to the junction between her thighs. He placed a hand on each knee and gently parted them before gasping. She was hairless. As her feminine features came into view his pulse rapidly began to increase. The lips tightly closed as a form of protection and the jewel hidden from sight. He stepped back and took hold of himself as he stroked himself. He didn't was to cum too soon but the sight before him was taking him to the edge. 

Reluctantly letting go, he climbed up next to her and lay on his side to watch her. She seemed oblivious to his presence as she lay on her back in a sleep trance. He reached out to stroke her belly light feathery touches seemed to burn his fingertips. He leaned in to kiss her on the lips like Prince Charming would do in those cartoons. He smiled against her mouth when he thought of the things he was going to do that Disney would never show. 

His kisses travelled down her neck and onto the valley between her breasts. He took a breast and kneaded it rolling her nipple with his palm before taking the other nipple between his lips and sucking on the rubbery texture and feeling it tighten. He then took turn with her other breasts and the reaction was the same. He sat back up on his hunches and saw he had left trails of fluid on her belly like a snail. He reached out with both hands and began mould her breasts again. They felt so comforting in his palms. 

He slid his hands down across her ribs until he reached her thighs that had remained unmoved. He widened her thighs even more and settled between them to take a closer look. Using a finger he parted the lips to reveal her slit which was still closed. Her clit also remained hidden behind the hood. He planted a kiss directly on her lips and felt her stir slightly, but otherwise remained unmoved. Making his tongue like an arrow, he probed her opening until the tip went inside, but he quickly withdrew as he didn't intend to pleasure her with his mouth. He had a much thick object straining to be inside her. 

Her ran his tongue up to her clit's hood and wrapped his lips around it and began to suck on it to entice it to come out. He noticed her breathing had slightly changed and that she was shifting under his administrations. He slowly moved up her body with sensuous kisses and not stopping till he reached her mouth. Taking hold of himself, he ran it across her opening and using his secretions to make entry slick and easy. 

Her breathing was becoming erratic as her clit had emerged and the tip of his cock kept bumping against it sending delicious shivers down his spine. Being persistent he managed to push the tip inside and he had to muster all the resistance he had not to come. The warmth, wetness and tightness amazed him, he knew she'd feel great, but never imagined this great, very cautiously he rocked his hips back and forth trying not to push in too deeply. 

He was so focused on the sensations that he didn't notice a pair of brown eyes burning with passion stared back at him admiring his full concentration. He immediately stopped when he saw she had woken up and was smiling back at him before her eyes gesturing to the binds around her wrists. Leaning forward he undid the binds and let her arms fall onto the pillow. 

He repositioned himself between her thighs and placed the tip against her entrance once again. She placed her hands on either side of his shoulders and braced herself as he began to sink into her welcoming warmth inch by inch. Eyes widened at the feeling of being stretched pleasantly until she could feel his pubic hair scrape her clit. 

She pulled him down for a kiss and thrust her hips upwards which encouraged him to start rocking back and forth. Her muscles kept pulling him back as he moved deep inside her. She planted her lips on his and pulled him in further as their lips parted and their tongues began to stroke each other. She found it exciting making love to him and his mouth. They were being very tender and patient with each other which heightened her passion for him. 

Usually he would have preferred a faster pace or watch her rock back and forth as he squeezed her breasts, but compromise was the key here. He met her every upward thrust with a downward one himself. Her muscles were relaxing around him and making it easier to move inside with causing discomfort to his lover. She couldn't suppress her moans of pleasure and words of encouragement which fuelled his passion to please her even more. The bed squeaked quietly under their love-making. 

She ground herself with more force as her clit rubbed against his pubic bone and her nipples rubbed against his chest. Her pelvis came off the bed to meet his thrust with a new urgency as she was close to her peak. Her mouth left his as she turned to her side and moaned as the first wave of orgasm hit her. Though it wasn't very powerful it was still too pleasurable to ignore. She kept her rocking motion as she began to build up towards another one. 

He felt the small contractions of her first orgasm but knew that was only the beginning. She usually had more as each one grew more powerful than the previous one. He enjoyed giving her this pleasure as it a turn on for him as much as it is for her. He buries his head between her shoulder and neck as he concentrates on his rhythm. Her slickness from one orgasm enables him to piston a little faster but making sure each stroke is deep. He can already feel another orgasm is on its way and allows her to thrust more forcefully to reach her peak. 

As she calms a little from the euphoric experience, she takes hold of his face and looks into the eyes of the man who is taking her to the heavens. Mouthing 'I love you' heightens his passion as his mouth sweeps to take over hers and his tongue start to mimic his pelvis. She encourages him to go faster and harder as she is close to a big orgasm and from his hurried thrust she feels his very close too. 

Just a couple of more thrust and stars burst in front of her eyes as goes temporarily blind. The orgasm is so intense that she tears her mouth away in order to breathe. She can feel him swell in size and he pushes in a deep as he can before realising himself in her depths. She feels over flown with jets of hot liquid adding to the heat already inside. 

She smiles up at him as he remains unmoving and cradles in her arms to steady his heart beat with her. She loves him even more that he was able to maintain self control whilst exploring her and she congratulates herself for not waking up too soon whilst he was exploring her nakedness. She looks over to the neatly folder night shirt and wonder what he will do when she decides to a more revealing night shirt. 



Sweet Surrender



Edited By: Gentwithhandcuffs

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The room was dark and the lingering scent of a recently extinguished candle hung in the air. Soft music could be heard playing under the hum of the ceiling fan. The window had been left cracked open to let in the cool evening breeze. In the center of the room was an enormous bed and Alexis lay sleeping upon it -- a mask covering her eyes. Covered only partially with a dark gray sheet, her blue cami and matching panties could be seen along her left side.

This tranquil scene was interrupted by the sound of a nearby window sliding open. Alexis remained unaware, dreaming. A dark form climbed silently through the open window, dressed in black and barely discernible in this dark room. The figure's near-invisible status was briefly compromised when a smile caused a flash of his teeth to be shown.

He watched Alexis sleeping for a minute, carefully planning his initial move; knowing that he would only have a short time before she woke. He noted with pleasure that her bed frame would serve his purposes perfectly. He reached into his bag, removing and placing each item strategically so that it would be within hands reach when he needed it. He moved to the side of the bed opposite from the way she was facing.

"Now or never," he whispered to himself and carefully sat on the bed, doing his best not to allow his weight to shift the mattress. Slowly he pulled up beside her and lay down carefully, inching his body closer to hers. He moved to press his body into hers -- spooning her -- then slowly began tracing lines down her exposed flesh with his fingertips.

A soft sigh of excitement escaped his lips which he then pressed to her pale, soft skin, watching to see if she would stir. Then, he turned his attention to nibbling at the exposed skin of her shoulder and neck. His hand moved to cup a soft, heavy breast; his fingers pinching softly at her hardening nipple. Alexis moaned softly in her sleep, arching her body into his.

This was the precarious point in his little adventure. Reaching behind him with his other hand, he swiftly fastened the restraints to bed posts on her headboard. Taking hold of one of her wrists, he brought it to his mouth and kissed, licked and nibbled the sensitive flesh. Alexis whimpered and began stirring. His cock grew hard in anticipation as he fastened the restraint around her wrist.

Alexis rolled on her back; he could tell she was waking up. He swiftly pushed her thighs apart and pulled on her legs to shift her down the bed; his pants stretched at the seams from his arousal. He began grinding against her pussy so she would feel his erection. He tugged the fabric of her cami down beneath her breasts so he could suckle one of her pointed nipples while grabbing her unrestrained hand and fastening the cuff around it.

At the feel of the hot mouth on her breast, Alexis woke fully, immediately confused by her arousal; a moment later she understood. She could feel a hard cock pressing against her panties; the weight of a man lying on top of her; the feel of his mouth on her nipples. It felt amazing...but, she lived alone and didn't have a lover. She tried to move her hands to push the intruder from her body, and discovered she was bound to her headboard.

"Get off me!!!" She shrieked in horror, her body writhing to try to dislodge the man from her body.

The man made a tsking sound at her, clicking his tongue like a parent would do to a disobedient child. He grabbed her legs once more and pulled her against his hard cock again. "Hold still." His voice was commanding and confident...and perhaps even vaguely familiar.

Alexis tried to place the voice as she wriggled away again. "Let me go! I will give you all the money I have in the house! Just leave me alone!"

Again the man clucked his disapproval at her dismissively. He stood from the bed and Alexis felt a moment of relief. She heard the click of the light on her nightstand, but was unable to see due to the sleeping mask still on her face. Her reprieve was short-lived as she felt the man grab one of her legs and fasten a cuff around her ankle. She screamed and tried kicking wildly with her other foot.

He chuckled as he caught her other leg and restrained it as well. The sound of his mirth caused a surprising tingling sensation to course through her body. His hand covered her mouth firmly as he moved to whisper in her ear, "Now, now. Be a good little girl and I will see that you are rewarded properly."

She felt him checking and tightening all of the restraints; taking his time to ensure she would be unable to move or thrash.

She tried pleading with him, "Please, just let me go. Don't hurt me..."

"No, no. I am not going to hurt you. In fact, I am going to tease you until you beg for release."

Alexis felt her whole body shiver with anticipation at his promise. Oh my, this man knows what I need. Despite her body's intense desire to succumb, her mind continued to fight. "What if I don't want you to do that?"

"I will not do anything you don't want. Trust me baby...your body is mine to command."

Ohmigod!! Her brain felt like it was on fire. She bit down on her lip hard, trying to focus on regaining a measure of self-control. That was when she felt his lips at the arch of her right foot. "OOOOO!" She cried out. "What are you doing?"

"Just getting started...now stop asking questions, or I will have to punish you."

He ran his thumb along the underside of her toes and she felt a lightning bolt sensation travel up her leg to her now moistening pussy. Running his finger slowly and firmly over her middle toe she wondered, how the hell did he find that spot so fast?

She heard him chuckle as if reading her thoughts and he said, "Quit thinking so much; just feel." He then kissed the sensitive toe softly and she moaned involuntarily. He repeated the same treatment with her left foot, causing Alexis to whimper slightly.

Silently, Alexis hoped this intruder was just a foot fetishist and would leave her alone soon. After all, she was still dressed and it would be rather difficult to remove her clothing in her bound state.

The man moved up her left leg, caressing a scar on the back of her calf tenderly while his fingers roamed in slow, ticklish paths up her thighs. Alexis was taken aback by the tender treatment she was receiving. This man seemed to know her intimately: her scars, her desires, her erogenous zones -- nothing was secret as she lay restrained to her own bed.

Suddenly, his hands were no longer on her and the room was silent. At first she was relieved, thinking the man might have grown tired of this game and decided to leave. Or perhaps there was a sound outside that scared him away. After what felt like several long minutes, she felt his presence nearing the bed again.

"My apologies, my sweet, I had to go locate an item in your home. It proved more difficult than anticipated."

Fear flooded her body once more, "Why me? Please...don't hurt me."

"What did I say about asking questions? And I already promised I would not hurt you. Last warning... Stop talking!" His voice was stern and commanding. She found herself unable to respond; yielding to his dominant presence.

She nearly shrieked when she felt the cold metallic edge against her side, immediately assuming the worst. Then she heard the resounding snip of scissors as they cut away her cami on both sides of her body. She was horrified to discover that this new development had her pussy flooding with moisture. What's wrong with me, get it together! She chided herself.

He pulled her ruined top away from her body and tossed it to the side. She tugged at her restraints in an instinctive attempt to cover her exposed breasts, but found she was firmly fastened in place. Her nipples hardened more when the cool air hit them; the sensation added to the insistent tingling between her thighs.

She felt his fingertips slowly circling her stiffening nipples and then twisting them hard. "Ooooo," she moaned involuntarily. Suddenly, his warm mouth was on one nipple -- sucking it in and flicking his tongue against its peak. Then he was gone again, leaving her aching for his return. The chill in the room made her moist nipple feel icy and goose bumps rose on her thighs.

She felt his weight as he moved between her thighs on the bed, his hard cock pressing against her damp panties. He began nibbling and kissing her neck, his fingers twisting her nipples sporadically. He rubbed his cock against her and a whimper escaped her lips. He carefully kissed up her neck and to the corner of her lips. When she leaned in to return the kiss, he knew she had finally submitted to him. He made himself hold back a victorious chuckle so as not to break his spell on her body. His kisses trailed lower, focusing on teasing her hard nipples with his tongue and teeth.

She arched her body into him, rotating her hips to invite him lower. His mouth continued on its path lower still, until he planted a soft kiss on her covered pussy. Her sharp gasp told him she was ready.

She felt the cold metallic scissors against her skin again -- this time cutting away her silky panties. It was too erotic for her to care that he destroyed her favorite pair. Another ruined garment was tossed to the floor and Alexis lay completely naked -- restrained to her bed at the mercy of an unknown man. In the back of her mind, she knew that she should be screaming for help or trying to fight. But this man seemed to know her so intimately, her body just responded to his will. She didn't want to fight; she wanted to submit -- to let go of her carefully controlled life and allow this man to call the shots.

He kissed and nibbled her thighs, moving his mouth ever closer to her silken center. She was desperate to feel his lips...his tongue...there! Instead he teased her; kissing everywhere but where she needed it. His fingers slowly ran up and down her slit...but never enough. She whined in protest.

"Is everything okay, baby?" He asked innocently.

Taking a deep breath, Alexis didn't know how to respond. She simply shook her head.

"What is it you need, mi esclava?"

Those words resonated deep within her. She couldn't yet place them but she felt a sensation of Deja vu. Despite her mind's confusion, she instinctively understood what was needed. She needed to feel his tongue parting her nether lips, pressing against her aching clit and then plunging deep inside her. If she wanted him to do that...she needed to beg. Nicely.

"Oh please..." she started shyly.

"Please what?" He wasn't going to let her off easy.

"Please, I need you. I am so wet and my pussy is aching for your tongue. Please, please, I need it!"

He chuckled softly, "My pleasure, baby." Then, OH!!! His tongue pressed firmly between her wet pussy lips, delving deep to find her hard little clit. He flicked his tongue against it and Alexis about came right there. His tongue seemed capable of magic as it deftly flicked and circled her clit; his lips were heaven as he sucked it between them. And then, OHMIGOD! His tongue pressed to her tight opening and then inside. His tongue was long, strong, and fucking her greedy cunt. Her arms went tight against the restraints as she tried to grab the back of his head -- only to discover, again, that she couldn't move them.

His tongue curled inside her, once, twice, three times...and then Alexis saw stars. She felt her body erupt in a mind numbing orgasm. But he didn't relent, he drank up her sweet nectar and he moaned. The sound caused another ripple and she cried out, "OOOHHHH!"

Her pussy was now completely hungry and insatiable; she wanted to feel his cock inside her. But her brain shouted at her that she was being a terrible slut. She couldn't fuck a man who she didn't even KNOW!

All the while, the stranger between her thighs continued to tease her pussy with his tongue, lips, and fingers. His moaning as he tasted her was driving her mad with desire; pulling at her restraints futilely, she whimpered and writhed beneath his relentless tongue. He plunged two fingers deep in her pussy as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Moaning loudly, she felt her body passing the brink once more, her juices covering his fingers.

Her mysterious guest continued lapping at her clit, which had reached the point of overstimulation. She wiggled her hips to try to dislodge the probing tongue. She heard him making that tsking sound again as he restrained her further by wrapping his arms around her legs thus preventing her from being able to move at all. His tongue resumed its torture and she whimpered and squealed.

His chuckle filled the room as he asked in a feigned innocent tone, "Is anything the matter, my sweet one?"

"Please..." she gasped.

"Please what?"

"You are killing me here!" She exclaimed as he flicked her clit once more.

"Not even close, baby. I am going to tease you until you beg for release. Now, no more speaking unless you are going to beg."

He proved his intention as he circled her clit with the point of his tongue, then lashed it briefly. He let out a soft, molten breath against her pussy and then plunged his long tongue deep inside her once again, moaning at the taste of her sweet juices.

The sexy sounds coming from his mouth combined with the amazing skill he displayed with his tongue had Alexis close yet again. She whimpered and tried unsuccessfully to squirm out of his firm hold. His tongue dipped inside her again...once, twice, three times causing her to scream, "OH FUCK!" as her body erupted in the most intense orgasm yet.

She was trembling and trying to catch her breath when she felt his weight shifting on the mattress. She could not see him through her eye mask, but she sensed his presence next to her head. She felt his hand on her face, turning it towards him. "Wha...?" She started to ask, but was immediately stopped short by the feel of his hard cock pressed against her lips.

Alexis was suddenly scared again. "Ummm..." she started.

"I told you not to speak unless you were begging me. Now you will be punished."

She whined nervously and pursed her lips tightly together.

"Oh stop, I already told you I won't do anything you won't want. Now just relax and trust me, baby."

She felt his cock rubbing against the outside of her lips. It was hard and heavy against her mouth. As he moved against her she was able to discern its size causing her pussy to ache to have him buried inside her. Ooooo, he has a fucking nice cock! It had been a long time since she was properly fucked and she found herself wondering how it would feel to have his thick length pounding inside of her.

He moaned softly above her and she gasped at the sound, her lips parting slightly. His smooth skin against her moist lips became torture. Her greedy tongue darted out of her mouth to flick against him.

"No. You cannot do that unless your master says." He chuckled at the pout that formed on her lips. "You know what to do if you want something..."

Her body was at war with her mind that was stubbornly trying to avoid begging. He sensed this internal struggle and reached down to tug a nipple with his fingers as he continued to stroke his cock against her quivering mouth.

Her resolve completely dissolved in that moment. "Please! Please fuck my mouth."

His chuckle sent warm tingles down her body and she felt relieved when she finally welcomed his cock between her parted lips. He thrust slowly into her mouth, hearing her excited (though significantly muffled) moans. Increasing his tempo, he began to fuck her hungry little mouth while continuing to alternate tugging at her hard nipples.

"Do you like that, mi esclava?"

She nodded eagerly and tried to press her legs together to alleviate the insistent ache between her legs. Her bindings prevented her from finding any relief despite her continual writhing beneath him.

"Would you like to deep throat me now?" The whimper that escaped her lips sounded like assent, so he thrust his cock deep into her mouth; her throat tightened around his cock as she swallowed him. The moan that escaped his lips surprised him and he felt a momentary lapse of self-control. Steeling his resolve, he fucked her mouth for a little longer until he heard her moans growing louder.

He pulled out with a loud pop and chuckled softly when he heard her whine in protest. "That's my naughty little girl! Did you enjoy having master's hard cock fucking your mouth?"

"Yes sir," she replied with a pout.

He shifted his body between her legs and slid his cock slowly up and down her slit. At the feel of his cock on her slick pussy, Alexis felt her mind go blank and she forgot to breathe momentarily.

"Mmm...you are so wet for me. Good girl," he murmured as he continued to tease her. His words of approval brought her more pleasure and she silently chastised herself for responding to a praise that is usually reserved for dogs. "Do you want my cock now, baby?"

She bit her lip hard; longing to say yes...but terrified to let the word escape her lips. She furrowed her eyebrows in frustration; she hoped that he would just take her now without her having to say anything.

He chuckled as he watched her tortured facial expressions. "Come on my goddess, just let go and tell me what you want." He leaned forward and nibbled at her neck, starting a trail to her lower earlobe and whispering, "You want my cock hard and throbbing inside you...deep...filling your pussy, making you cum for your master. You want to be my good girl...right?"

OOOOOOOO!!!!!! Alexis couldn't take it any longer; this mystery man had figured out every one of her buttons...including this one. She loved the sound of his voice in her ear, whispering naughty words into it. "YES! Oh fuck me, please! Please, I need you now!"

He filled her tight pussy in one hard, triumphant thrust causing her to cry out loudly in pleasure. "Mmmm, do you like having my cock inside you baby?"

"Yes..." she answered shakily.

"Yes what, mi esclava?" His voice was clear and sharp; she understood what he was expecting to hear. She bit down on her lip, attempting to regain control. Seeing her hesitation, he slowly pulled out until the tip was just barely inside.

She pouted at him, so he leaned forward and nibbling on her outthrust lip in response. "Ooooo!" She gasped loudly.

"Quit fighting my goddess. I know what you need." He kissed her hard as he thrust deep inside of her again. She moaned against his lips softly, her hands tight against her restraints as they tried to fight their confinement to touch him. "Now, be a good girl and answer my question properly."

"Yes master...I love your cock!" She finally allowed herself to fully surrender to his will. Every day she spent in control, planning every move. And in one night all of that control had been stripped away, leaving her vulnerable...and relieved. She had been craving this surrender her entire life without understanding.

"Mmm, that's my good girl." He started slow; thrusting in long, hard strokes...making her feel every inch of him. She no longer struggled against her restraints; her body had fully been entrusted to his desire. Just the sight of her yielding to him had his heart racing and he could no longer take it slow. He began pounding into her faster, reveling in the feel of her pussy tightening around his cock.

Alexis felt his cock slamming repeatedly inside her pussy and she knew she was close again. His unrelenting rhythm had her unable to think or second guess her desires any longer. He had freed her from her constant inner criticism and allowed her to finally just savor the moment. "OOOOO! Master!! I am going to cum!!!" She shouted suddenly.

"That's right my goddess! Cum hard for your master!" He moaned as he felt her pussy spasm and erupt around him; bathing his cock in her sweet juices. He took a shaky breath to keep composure; watching her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.




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He continued to fuck her hard and fast; her pussy still quivering around him. "Ohhhhhh!" She gasped as she squirted on his throbbing cock again.

"Mmmm good girl," he whispered in her ear and then kissed her forehead tenderly.

Suddenly, Alexis felt him pull out of her and move off the bed. She whimpered in protest, "What?"

He chuckled softly, "Shush now and just trust me, baby."

She felt his hands on her ankles, unfastening the restraints. Her mouth fell open in surprise, but she did not attempt to kick at him or squirm away. He unfastened one of the restraints from the bedpost and then carefully helped her turn over onto her stomach. He reached up and re-fastened the restraint to the same post as her other hand.

"On your knees," he commanded in a firm and confident voice.

She slowly moved her body into position -- on all fours, her ass up in the air, restrained to her bed, in her room with a mysterious stranger. Fuck this is hot, she thought.

She felt the bed shift as his weight joined hers on the mattress; he positioned himself between her legs. She wiggled her ass at him, trying to entice him to resume fucking her. He smirked and smacked her ass with a resounding slap.

"OOOO!!" she gasped.

He slid a finger between her wet lips to slowly tease her clit. Her body began to writhe against his finger; he spanked her with his free hand in response. "That's my girl. Tell your master what you want."

"Please," she whined, "I need your cock inside me."

He pressed his cock against her hot entrance, but didn't slide inside her. Instead, he continued to rub her clit, spanking her each time she moaned or squirmed against him.

She rocked her hips back, attempting to make his cock enter her aching pussy. He tsked at her firmly and said, "No. Hold still."

She growled in a frustrated protest, but stilled her body obediently.

"Good girl," the sound of his voice caused goose bumps to rise on her skin. "Now, don't cum until I say you can mi esclava."

"Yes master," she whispered reluctantly. She was so close already, she knew it wouldn't take much to set her over the edge.

He slammed his cock hard into her wet hole; he moaned as he felt her pussy spasm and clench around him. He began fucking her in a relentless rhythm once again; going faster and harder with each thrust. He felt his cock twitching as he neared release but he summoned up his willpower to hold back until she begged for release.

Alexis was panting and moaning in a guttural voice. Her entire body was tingling and the sensation of his cock stretching and pounding her pussy was becoming too much. She knew she needed to cum, but her body refused to comply. It had surrendered itself completely to the will of her master. "Please, oh fuck," she gasped, "please, sir!!! I need to cum! Please!!"

Grabbing her hair in his hand and pulling hard, he groaned, "Cum hard my goddess!"

Her pussy exploded around his cock; her juices coating his length. The intense warmth and wetness sent him spiraling over the edge. He spanked her hard, his other hand still gripping her hair. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her as he came in long spurts, moaning her name in her ear.

They both fell heavily onto the bed, gasping; their trembling bodies slick with sweat. He pulled Alexis into a protective embrace, her head resting on his chest as he slowly pushed the mask from her eyes.

Alexis timidly raised her ocean blue eyes to meet his. She knew his face well; every line, every contour. She stared into his eyes, unable to speak.

"At last, we meet my goddess..." he murmured contentedly.

Smiling tiredly, Alexis replied, "It was worth the wait."

The End 



Sweet Surrender



Author's Note: This is a true story about a recent night. This is just a short, down and dirty story about a quickie we had. Sorry, but there is no character development or romance. Just wham, bam, thank you Ma'am. 

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We were lying in bed watching a movie and simply relaxing. It had been an easy day following a long work week. We had sushi for lunch and then went to a high school football game to watch her daughter's first game as a cheerleader. Somewhere in there we worked in a little shopping but nothing serious, mostly just looking around while enjoying the time with each other. We didn't even do housework or chores in the yard.

She suddenly sat up and swung her legs off the bed. "Scratch my back, Babe."

Still focused on the movie, I reached over and slid my hand under her shirt and started scratching just below her bra.

"Under."

I forced my fingers under the band of her bra and continued to lightly scratch her back. My nails caught on a small hard nub,

"Ouch! What is that?"

"I don't know. Lay down."

She lay down sideways on the bed, her feet hanging over the side. I pulled the back of her shirt up and unfastened her bra. There was a small ingrown hair that I took care of quickly. I then took my time and checked the rest of her back, slowly letting my fingers just glide across her creamy skin. There was nothing else to worry about but I pulled a few tiny hairs just to give me more time enjoying the contact with her. I started to refasten her bra when she stopped me.

"Scratch all over."

I lightly scratched her back again, not scratching as much as dragging my nails across her skin. Her skin is so fair and delicate that I easily left a checkerboard pattern of marks on her. 

"Lower."

I pulled the waist band of her jeans down a couple of inches just exposing the top of her ass. I slowly ran my hands over the newly exposed skin, still scratching lightly. Reaching under the waist band I gave her cheeks a gentle squeeze. Since she didn't complain, I pulled her jeans down a little more and massaged her tender globes. I leaned in and added delicate kisses to the attention I was giving her. I didn't know how far she wanted me go tonight but I intended to find out. I kissed from the small of her back down to where her jeans were. I hadn't fully uncovered her treasures yet. I stood and pushed my shorts to the floor letting my hard cock spring free then bent forward and kissed her ass cheeks. My hands were at her hips, tugging at her jeans to remove them fully.

"What are you doing?" She asked without looking back.

I didn't answer and continued to remove the denim garment and panties that were in my way. She raised her hips slightly to let me finish the task. With her clothing out of the way, I spread her legs and moved between them. I kissed the back of her neck, letting my hardness touch her. There was no attempt to enter her, just more gentle kisses and unguided contact. Her hips started to move, trying to make our bodies line up properly. I reached down and slid my hand across her mound and dipped a finger into her. She was already wet. She raised her right knee up on the bed to give me better access. I aligned myself with her and slowly sank into her depths.

"Mmmmmm." The sound escaped her lips as I penetrated her.

Grabbing her shoulders, I thrust hard into her, pounding the pussy that had become my personal playground in the two years that we had been together. She bucked against me while I fucked her from behind. I reached up and under her with my right hand and grabbed one of her large pillowy tits and pulled her to me. My left hand was now on top of her ass, my thumb pressing on her puckered hole. As I continued slamming into her, I increased the pressure with my thumb. She reached back, grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand, pushing my thumb into her. My thumb slid past her tight ring and into her ass. I could feel my dick with my thumb as I fucked her. Feeling pressure building in my balls, I pulled out of her juicy slit and pressed the tip of my dick against her ass.

Even with the heavy coating of her juices on my cock, I was not able to enter her rear opening. I left her on the bed, panting and exposed, long enough to retrieve a bottle of lube from the dresser drawer. I squeezed a generous amount on her ass and coated my hand as well. While I stroked my cock to reach maximum hardness, I pushed my thumb back into her. It entered easily. I lined myself up again and slowly pushed into her. I am not endowed with a thick cock and this time my arrow shaped head eased its way inside. I paused for a moment to let her adjust to me and then slowly pushed the rest of the way in. She moaned and began to hump against me. I guided her hips but did not move mine. I simply enjoyed letting her fuck herself on my dick. 

I didn't last long with the tightness of her ass wrapped around my cock. I felt myself starting to cum so I pulled her to me and emptied my seed into her. When my rapidly deflating dick popped out of her ass, I grabbed her hips and flipped her over. I latched my mouth onto her clit and flicked at it with my tongue. I jammed two fingers inside her pussy and stroked her inner walls. It was only seconds before she came, flooding my mouth and the bed with a river of clear liquid. I fought to stay between her legs but she pushed my head away and went to the bathroom to clean up. I pulled my shorts on and kicked back on my side of the bed. She came out of the bathroom wearing a thong and a t-shirt. She hopped on the bed, kissed me and said, "Wanna order a pizza?"



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I walk to the bar, looking at my watch noticing I am a bit early, so I decide to have a drink while I wait. After getting the attention of the bartender, I get myself a cold draft and a margarita for her. Paying the man I turn and watch the door waiting for my princess to arrive cuz I have an eventful night planned for her and I.

Seeing the door open, I see my vision appear standing there like the goddess she is. She is looking around but doesn't see me at the bar but the look on her face shows me that she knows, feeling my presence. As she looks around for me, my eyes drift down her sexy body seeing the outfit I requested her to wear, a black mini-skirt with a loose sweater. She sees me and walks towards me eyes lowered, as she reaches me I hand her the margarita and nod. She drinks it down slowly. Still no words have passed between us.

I stand and without a word start walking towards the elevator she quickly moves to my side as we reach the elevator doors she pushes the up button. My hand slides down and slips under her mini and my rough hand gently glides along her silky soft bare ass (no panties as I requested). My hand moves back to my side; I look at her with a twinkle in my eye and a smile on my face. I see a small smile move across her face.

The door opens I walk in and she follows, I push the button and off we go. As the elevator moves up I reach into my pocket and grab the key to the room holding it out for her to take. She takes it and holds it tight. As the door opens we move out and down the hall walking toward the end of the hallway, she puts the key in the door unlocks it and opens it. She moves to the side and I pass by. As she enters I reach up and take her coat and bag and place them on the rack.

She stands there very still and quiet eyes lowered. I slowly walk around her eyeing her all over pointing to the floor she quickly drops down on her hands and knees. There still have been no words spoken between us). Standing in front of her I bend down placing my hand under her chin raising it so she can see me smiling softly. I say "close your eyes my pet". She does exactly as she is told I move my hand from her chin and move around behind her reaching down taking a hold of the bottom of her mini and flopping it up onto her backside revealing her very sexy ass to me. 

I drop my pants and move behind her, taking my hands and softly rubbing her soft ass, then smacking it firmly hearing her let out a small moan. Reaching for my semi-hard cock I slowly run the head all over her ass then sharply smacking it again, again another moan a little louder this time. Taking a hold of her hips I begin to grind my cock against her pussy feeling her wetness becoming more and more apparent knowing she can feel my growing hardness.

Taking my hands and slowly running them up her sides up under her sweater softly rolling her nipples between my finger tips hearing the little noises escaping her lips I quickly pinching her nipples sharply hearing her squeal out in pain just as quickly I softly caress them again I hear a deep moan. Now sliding my hands to her shoulders grasping them firmly just as my hips thrust in hard allowing my hardness to penetrate her tightness driving it deep hearing her let out a loud deep moan. 

Slowly rotating my hips letting my hardness circle around inside her, then getting into a slow rhythm of long deep thrusts pulling back on her shoulders as I drive in with my hips. Listening to her sounds I begin to pick up speed now thrusting harder and faster making sure that each thrust hits bottom, filling her completely. Now sliding one hand over and grabbing a hand full of hair snatching her head back as my thrusts get harder and faster her moans getting alot louder with my free hand I raise it and bring it down firmly on her ass (SMACK) hearing her cry out in pleasure/pain and begin to move like a wild animal. She yells out "may I cum PLEASE!!!" 

I smack her ass firmly again as I say yes. Her body begins to shudder and shake as I feel her pussy pulsate hard and fast her screaming out "OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING!!!!" her body moving fast trying to push herself harder onto me, my cock pounding in and out fast and hard, the pleasure is overwhelming. My balls tighten and unload, shooting my cum deep into her hot pulsating pussy, milking my cock for all it is worth. I release her hair and glide my hands down her back softly caressing.

Sliding my cock out, I stand up walking around in front of her she quickly kneels back, gently takes my cock and slowly starts licking and sucking the head and shaft. One hand moves down to her cheek very softly caressing it then moving it to her chin lifting it so her eyes would meet mine." You have done well my pet you may go and clean yourself and relax by my side." She raises and softly says thank you master. I softly kiss her on the lips then she leaves only to return in a few minutes.



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My stomach was all a twitter and my head reeled in anticipation as I race through the deep shades of a cold November evening. I am late and I do not really know where I am driving to or who I will find when I arrive. That is the beauty and liability of the Internet. Chat rooms upon chat rooms full of sexual mysteries, dreams and lies. A place where fantasy reigns and reality need not apply. Some hot words on a screen, photos of faceless throbbing manhood, a set of vague directions and off I go into the frigid night with a pocket full of condoms and a tube of lubrication. A bottom boy in heat I am…nothing else could explain such impulsive behavior. A small office next to a vacant lot in a nearby town…the perfect setting for a fantasy come to life. 

But is he for real? Only time can tell. His directions are true and there is a vehicle in the drive. Only one vehicle there is and a spot on match to that which the nameless suitor had described. My heart races as the shadow of a face appears in a dimly lit window. I park my wagon behind his SUV. As I approach the door, I start to tremble and a quiver of anticipation invades my freshly cleansed rectum. The door opens and a soft yet irresistibly confident voice invites me in. 

The moment of no return…I dare not rethink this madness for it defies all logic. The yearning for penetration envelopes my mind and draws me into the ominous warmth of the mans office. He is there, dark, tall and strong yet not completely intimidating. He has warmth in his smile, but his eyes look me over as though I am a nag at the racetrack stables. The sparkle in his eyes betrays his approval and I know that I am to be his mount for tonight. . No words are spoken. Anonymity and mystery pervade the mood. My ass tingles as he leads me by the shoulders into a small room. A tiny, unadorned office it is, illuminated by a desk lamp upon a large veneer office style desk. The desk is the only furnishing in the room besides two tall filing cabinets and a waste paper basket. I can feel his presence behind me.

The ever-lasting awkward moment that lingers between opportunity and action. His cologne invades my senses. I feel his eyes outlining the contours of my shapely behind. My trembling ascends to the point of visible evidence. I feel his hands grasp my hips as he draws me close, the growing bulge in his trousers pressing urgently into the seam of my jeans that splits my hot buttocks. I know, beyond any doubt, that I am his property.

His hands slide up my abdomen and a thrill runs up my spine like electric charge that explodes in my brain like a clap of thunder. Still his hands work there slow way up my torso and then around to my tense back. He tickles me playfully along my spine stifling a laugh as he sees the goose bumps rise on my skin of my neck. Softly, he places his large hands on my frail shoulders and gently presses down.

I descend until I am on my knees with him behind me, massaging the tension from my shoulders. Suddenly his hands leave my shoulders and with one graceful yet swift motion he is towering before me. Longingly, I look up his chiseled abs and chest until our eyes meet. I sense the wordless command and prepare to comply.

My trembling hands reach for the buckle of his belt. My nerves run amuck and the trembling increases to the point of near convulsion. I am fumbling and slow but he is patient. He stands like the statue of some mighty yet kindly king looking down upon me with cool understanding. Finally, I manage to open his khakis, exposing his boxers and a dark strip of hair extending from waistband to navel. As if by the power of his will the trousers fall down past his knees and bunch up around his ankles. I hesitate and look up at him for more nonverbal instructions. 

Seeing my hesitation, he quickly steps out of the pants and kicks them aside. His actions are decisive and I know he means to take the proverbial bull by the horns. He steps back in front of me, closer than he had been just a fleeting moment ago. His musky masculinity infiltrates my nostrils. In one fluent motion his boxers now wreath his ankles. Behold, an inch from my nose stands a proud seven and one half inches of aroused phallus. A perfect representation of gentle manhood it is with pre-ejaculate beading at the tip. I wet my lips for the imminent feast…my own diminutive penis rising from its nerve-induced stupor.

With wet lips parted, I start to advance toward this object of my desire but am checked. His hand clamps softly but firmly under my chin snapping and securing my mouth shut. His other hand directs his member toward my moist lips. The tip re-parts my lips and presses against my incisors. Slowly and softly, he runs the end of his manhood back and forth across my lips, glossing them with his salty precum. It seems like delicious hours pass as he swishes his cock across my closed mouth, sometimes barely grazing my quaking lips, sometimes pressing through them enjoying the washboard feeling as it vibrates across my teeth.

At long last, he releases my jaw with a suddenness that causes my mouth to fall open. I feel both of his hand entangle in my long, soft brown hair. Finally, he pulls my craving mouth onto his perfect love organ. He slowly advances until I feel the head against the back of my throat. I am nearing heaven. He eases in and out trying hard not to gag me. I look up and see the bliss in his eyes as he relishes my velvety mouth and lips. His pace quickens until he I can hear an audible popping sound as the head passes out past my loving lips.

Occasionally he pulls out and moans as I nibble along the under side of his phallus of softly flutter my tongue over the tiny sensitive under-cleavage of his mushroom shaped head. He slaps his manhood against my cheeks or brushes it under my nose before re-inserting. Whether minutes, hours, weeks, or eons have passed as I orally pleasured my lover…I cannot say but suddenly his cock gives a twitch in my mouth. Instinctively, he pulls out. Releasing my hair he pinches the head of his penis to subdue a premature orgasm while holding his hand out to assist me from my knees. The moment I have been awaiting is near.

I reach inside my pocket and produce a condom and a tube of lubrication. He smiles as I try in vain to get the condom over the thick head of his organ with hands trembling and mind in a fluster. With a soft chuckle he takes the condom from me and easily slides it over his throbbing cock. I then feel his hands on my shoulders again. He drops my jeans and briefs, guides me to the edge of the desk, and gently bends me over it. I feel cool air waft against the tight pucker of my anus. I feel exposed and vulnerable. I hear him working lubrication over his latex covered penis behind me. My heart races as I feel the slick fingers moistening my nether hole. First one finger, then two enters me. I shutter as his cock dances across my bare ass cheeks. He withdraws his fingers and my heart jumps to my throat as the slippery tip of his gorgeous manhood brushes along the crack of my awaiting ass. I am like jelly in his hands as he grips my slim hips, his missile targeting my manhole. I press my chest against the cool wooden desktop and arch my back so that my hot, tight ass rises into the air. Soon…so very soon…he will conquer me and possess me. Will I receive the mercy of his kind heart or will I be a victim of his savage libido? Either way, I will surely be an instrument for his pleasure. As he presses against the tense ring of muscles guarding my love canal, I softly whisper, “go easy my lover.”

The pressure increases and I am awash with an intense mixture of pain, desire and fear. I am grateful that my lover is so gentle and considerate. I grasp the edges of the desktop and whimper softly as my involuntary resistance suddenly gives way and my gentle conquistador gains access to my most intimate orifice. I am his now, but still he advances with kindness, invading me slowly. My love hole stretches to accept his girth. Inch by slow painful inch he takes more of me until he has no more to feed in. He is all inside me now. He places one large hand on my left shoulder blade and pins me gently but firmly to the desk. As he slowly withdraws he places his other hand on the small of my slender back. 

He pulls out until just the very tip of his weapon holds my straining sphincter open. Then, in one slow but steady stroke I am impaled on his cock again. I feel full inside and my prostrate tingles excitedly. I am deliciously helpless as he starts working my ass in long calculated strokes. The pain has ceased and my rectum has accepted its fate. He starts stroking in and out, each stroke passing the large head completely past my hot opening. My comparably smaller penis and scrotum wag with each thrust. My body has now surrendered. His urgency increases as lust overcomes kindly concern. He starts alternating between long deep pumps and short swift stabs past my opening. I am writhing in bliss screaming for him to fuck my tight ass. He is grunting like a rutting animal. Over and over I surrender to his conquest of my body. I am his little butt-slut and he my great pagan god. 

At long last he grunts deeply and suddenly pulls out of my now gapping anal cavity. I feel what can only be the condom strike my back and stick there. His primordial groan tells me that I have fulfilled my duty; the warmth of his semen running down the crack of my ass and dripping down my leg confirms that my service to him has been satisfactory. He steps away and we dress. “Will you be on-line again next Friday?” is the first and only words he speaks to me as he sees me to the door. “Of course I will,” I answer. What a good little bottom I am.



Sweet Surrender



Aimee wandered absent mindedly around the crowded room, smiling slightly in greeting to this person and that. She was having a very difficult time concentrating on the party. She knew very few people here, but she knew she had to be here. Kayla wanted it. And what Kayla wanted, Kayla got.

She lay on her back on the bed, her wrists bound together and above her head. Her feet were positioned, resting their bottoms together, making her pull her knees up and spread them wide.

"Don't you dare close your legs. I want them spread. I want you open to me." Kayla's voice had hissed in her ear. "I want you to feel everything."

Aimee shuddered. She could feel the tails of the flogger trailing back and forth across her thighs, her pussy, and up and down her belly. She whimpered slightly, not from fear, but from anticipation. She needed to feel the leather's kiss across her body. She needed to feel totally possessed by this woman who stood over her.

"Aimee, how good it is to finally meet you. Kayla's told us so much about you. We were so happy when she told us you'd be coming, too." A smiling woman extended a hand, and Aimee grasped it, smiled shyly and stammered a greeting in return. "Oh, how silly of me, I'm Shelley. Kayla and I work together. She's been singing your praises for so long, I feel like I already know you."

Shelley continued her friendly chatter, and Aimee nodded politely, wondering where in this place Kayla was hiding. How was she supposed to concentrate when her thighs were stinging and her clit was throbbing from the unreleased sexual tension?

The tails slapped again and again across her open thighs, curling around her legs and making her cry out. Again and again, they fell, stinging the tender insides of her thighs and her aching pussy. Kayla paused now and again to trace her fingers along Aimee's wet and longing sex. The tip of one finger teased lightly over her clit, just hard enough to cause electric sensations to race through Aimee's tense and trembling body, but not enough to allow her the much needed release of orgasm.

Aimee felt an arm hook through hers and heard Shelley's voice saying, "Come, my dear. Let's go find that girlfriend of yours. She's truly a very naughty girl to leave you alone among all these dirty minded men. She shouldn't trust them around you."

Aimee's words of protest were quickly brushed aside by Shelley's cheerful conversation. She felt rather out of place in this environment, but she warmed to the friendly attempts of the more outgoing and friendly Shelley. 

"I think I saw her in the kitchen before. Why don't we go check there?"

"Aimee, there you are!" Kayla's voice made her pulse quicken and she blushed slightly, the thoughts from earlier that evening were still swirling in her head and making it difficult for her to form thoughts into words.

"Shelley's been entertaining me, Kayla. She seems to think the men can't be trusted." Her voice slowly returned along with her slightly sarcastic humor in the very familiar banter that was often exchanged between the two of them.

"Too bad for them that you're mine, isn't it my love?" Kayla's voice never changed its tone, but Aimee was all too aware of her meaning. Her fingers rose to her throat to finger the delicate chain at her throat, and she became suddenly more aware of the tingling between her thighs.

Shelley's voice interrupted her thoughts. "I really MUST get back to the rest of the guests. Please excuse me. I absolutely couldn't have it be said I'm a bad hostess. Enjoy yourselves." She smiled brightly before ducking through the swinging door and back into the hum and chatter of the party.

Aimee trembled. She could feel Kayla's eyes on her and without even looking she knew what the other woman was thinking.

"Are you being a good girl, baby?" Kayla's voice wrapped around Aimee's sex-starved brain. "Are you remembering our playtime earlier tonight? Are you still wet for me?"

Aimee whimpered softly and nodded, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She could feel her nectre trickling down her thighs and she became even more aware of how she was dressed. Kayla had picked out one of her shortest dresses, a little black number with a skirt a little fuller than was currently fashionable, but fashion wasn't exactly her reason for picking it out.

Kayla reached out and grasped Aimee by her hips, forcing her backwards, all the while crooning softly in her ear. "How wet are you, my little slut? If I reached my fingers up under that skirt, would I find that sweet pussy dripping wet for me?" Aimee could do nothing but nod mutely. Her tongue seemed to have forgotten how to work and speech was denied her by her own traitorous mind.

She cried out, feeling the glass ball at the end of the flogger handle, cold against her hot sex. It slipped and slid up and down her aching pussy, gliding across the slippery wetness of her soft flesh. She shuddered and moaned as she felt it pause against her dripping entrance.

"Beg for me, baby. You know what I want to hear. Beg me."

Through the haze of lust, the meaning of those words entered Aimee's brain and her tongue began forming the words they both wanted to hear from her. "Oh God, Kayla. Baby, please. I need it. Please, baby, fuck me now!"

Kayla's husky chuckle filled her ears, and suddenly, Aimee knew what was in store for her. "Not yet, my pet. I'm going to make you wait. We've got a party to go to and we both need to get ready." She leaned down and kissed Aimee's aching clit, taking a moment to catch it between her teeth and nibble and suck long enough to bring her to the brink of orgasm. Aimee begged once again, though this time there was more desperation in her voice than before.

"Kayla, baby, please. I can't survive. Please, just let me come!" She screamed loudly, just then as she felt Kayla's teeth sink into the tender flesh of her thigh, right next to her tattoo. Her mark of ownership. The subtle sign of her submission to Kayla.

"You will wait, my little slut. You will wait, wet and aching and wanting all night long."

Aimee felt the table strike the backs of her thighs. Kayla pushed her thighs apart causing her to sit on the edge of the table. "Show me now." Aimee felt the meaning more than heard it, and brought her right leg up to rest the heel of her shoe on the table beside her. She hiked up her skirt and spread her legs, opening herself up to Kayla's probing fingers.

"Such a good little slut," Kayla crooned. Aimee mewled, her wordless pleas begging for mercy. But mercy from what, she wasn't sure. Did she want Kayla to take pity on her and finally let her come, or did she want to have her stop, to save the possibility of being caught by any number of the party guests less than six feet away from her perch?

Kayla's free hand brushed the thin straps of Aimee's dress down her shoulders, baring her breasts and exposing her pierced nipples to anyone who chose to walk into the kitchen. She grasped a ring between her fingers and tugged it, whispering in Aimee's ear. "Who are you, baby? Tell me now," Kayla demanded.

Aimee sucked in her breath and gasped, "Yours, baby. Always and forever, only yours."

Kayla chucked softly to herself, feeling that familiar rush that always flowed through her when she made Aimee say those words. "Such a good girl. Now, fix your dress, and let's go parade you around all those hungry men who seem to be looking at my girl and having ideas about her."

Aimee screamed inside with frustration. God, how her body craved release. She straightened her dress and stuggled to regain some semblance of composure.

Kayla freed her wrists and tweaked her nipple. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled Aimee close, holding her tight and kissing the top of her head. "Go shower, my love. I'll lay out your clothes for this evening. You know what to expect. I want you to think about that while getting ready. Oh, and light on make up tonight, Aimee. You don't need it anyhow."

Aimee whispered softly into Kayla's neck. "Yes, love." She slid slowly off the bed and her trembling legs carried her out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom for a nice hot shower.

She stood under the water, wishing she was allowed to ease her tension. She looked longingly at the shower head, and felt its pulse on her shoulders with a little bit of envy, knowing how wonderful it would feel on the throbbing between her legs. She knew she'd better hurry though, because this party was important to Kayla. It was the first time she was bringing Aimee to meet her friends and she was very nervous. She shook her fears from her head and quickly washed and conditioned her hair, scrubbed her body with a sweetly scented body wash and brushed her teeth to prepare for her wonderful evening.

Kayla grasped Aimee's elbow and led her out into the main throng of the party goers. She steered her towards a group of men sitting around a table, playing cards and talking quietly to each other. One of the men looked up, smiled and called out to Kayla. "Ahh, so this is the mysterious woman we've been hearing so much about. Come sit down and play a few hands." Aimee flushed at yet another reference as to how much Kayla had said about their relationship. How much did these people know? 

One chair sat unoccupied at the table, and one of the men made to stand up. Kayla stopped him and smiled. "Don't be silly, Ben. She can sit on my lap. Who's winning?" Aimee found herself being pulled down to sit on Kayla's knee, most of her lower body hidden under the table. She smiled and made small talk with the men, getting to know them a little better. Ben, it turned out, had grown up down the street from Kayla, and they'd been friends for nearly 20 years. Aimee then became aware of the sensation of fabric slipping out from under her backside. She realized it was Kayla discreetly tugging her skirt out from under her to allow freedom to her lower body.

She came from the bathroom, her hair dried, brushed and styled casually. Pulled back from her face with a few wisps framing it, it was casual, but suited her and the situation. She closed the door and hung her robe on the hook behind it, then turned for her clothes Kayla had laid out on the bed. The little black dress. Black stockings. A black garter belt. And nothing more. She knew exactly how this night was going to go.

Aimee felt Kayla's fingers slipping between her legs, pushing her legs open and teasing her throbbing clit. She was aware of her clit being teased and tried very hard to keep from moaning. She bit her lip, and smiled softly each time everyone laughed around the table. She squirmed in Kayla's lap, wishing she could just throw her head back onto her tormentor's shoulder and moan and beg like she wanted to.

Suddenly, Kayla slapped Aimee on the rump and said to the group, "Excuse us, boys. I think my shy girl has a bit of a problem here and if we don't find the restroom there's going to be a puddle on my lap." Everyone laughed, and Aimee flushed, knowing it wasn't a need to empty her bladder that Kayla was referring to. Kayla once again grasped Aimee's elbow and steered her down the hall towards the bathroom. They stepped inside, and Kayla turned to lock the door before perching Aimee on the edge of the sink and again hiking her skirt up around her hips.

"My sweet little girl, aren't you? So wet and wanting for me. My eager girl wants to come, doesn't she?"

Aimee nodded, her eyes wide and pleading. She didn't trust her voice. Kayla stood between Aimee's spread legs, her fingers deep inside the trembling girl's dripping sex. Aimee moaned softly, feeling Kayla's fingers moving deep inside her, her teeth scraping on her neck. She couldn't help herself. "Please, baby. Oh God, please just let me come," Aimee pleaded.

Kayla stopped and pulled Aimee off the edge of the sink, and pushed her slowly to her knees. "You know what to do, baby. Please me." Kayla leaned back and braced herself against the sink and smiled down at the obviously flustered girl. She closed her eyes then, feeling the kneeling girl slipping fingers under her skirt and pushing aside the wet crotch of Kayla's panties.

Aimee eagerly sought out Kayla's wanting sex, hoping above all hope that if she pleased her, she'd be allowed to come sooner instead of having to wait 'til they got home. Her tongue found Kayla's clit and flicked across it eagerly. Kayla groaned and tangled her fingers in Aimee's hair. "Suck, slut. Now! That's my good girl," she growled. Aimee suckled at Kayla's throbbing clit, moaning softly and wishing for the same sensations on her own body.

Kayla's breathing grew quicker, more a panting than actual respiration, and Aimee followed the wordless clues Kayla's body was giving her. She buried her fingers deep in the panting woman's pulsing cunt and sucked harder. Her tongue flicked faster over the throbbing little nub. The fingers in her hair pulled harder, and Kayla's hips bucked as she moaned through her climax. Her pussy pulsed and clenched and Aimee kept licking and sucking the entire time.

Finally, Kayla let go of Aimee's hair and stood up from her perch. She straightened her clothes and smiled down at the kneeling girl. "Get up, my dear. You need to straighten your hair so we can rejoin the festivities before anyone else notices we're gone."

Aimee looked up at Kayla with pleading eyes. She ached so badly. Her need to come was nearly overpowering her. She knew if she were just allowed to touch her clit, she'd be able to climax without much effort. "Please, baby. I just can't take this," Aimee whimpered. Kayla reached a hand out and grasped Aimee's shoulder and urged her up and into her arms.

"My poor aching girl," Kayla crooned softly. "Your clit is throbbing and that sweet little cunt is dripping wet, isn't it?" Aimee nodded, her breathing ragged in her throat. She didn't know how much longer she could continue without breaking down and begging wildly, even if it was in front of everyone. "Don't worry, girl. You're going to get all you can handle. Remember the car ride on the way here? Remember how you begged me then? I'll make you beg much much more before the night is through."

Kayla's fingers found Aimee's clit and pressed hard, wiggling ever-so-slightly, just enough to send those familiar sensations coursing through her. Within seconds, Aimee felt her climax looming. She started panting, her body trembling. "Oh God, Kayla, please!! Baby, I need to come! Oh baby, please, I'm begging you."

"No!" Kayla hissed that single word into Aimee's ear, but never once easing up her torment. "Fight it, girl. Fight it for me." Kayla's free hand dipped inside the top of Aimee's dress, seeking her nipple, pinching it hard between her fingers. Aimee swooned, her knees buckling. She gritted her teeth and fought hard against the rising pleasure.

"Kayla. Oh God, love. Please!" Aimee whimpered, her breath and words ragged and desperate. Her legs trembled and she sagged against the dominant woman waiting desperately for the words to come.

Kayla stopped as quickly as she'd started. Her fingers withdrew from Aimee's aching clit, and she brought them to her lips to suck them clean. "Delicious, as usual baby. Now come on, let's get you fixed up."

Aimee numbly stood up. Her body was screaming and she was near tears with frustration. She needed to come. Her clit was hypersensative and the mere act of walking caused friction against the aching little bud. She felt Kayla's arms wrap around her and pull her close. 

"I know you're needing, baby. Just remember what's in the car. We're going soon, and we'll find time to play with a few things on the way home, if you're very good."

"Touch yourself for me, girl." Aimee responded immediately, turning her body in the seat and spreading her legs. She raised one leg and put it on the car seat, positioning her body so Kayla could see what she was doing. She shivered as she realized she could feel her juices begin to trickle down along the crack of her ass. It was a good thing, she thought, that Kayla had seat covers that could be easily washed.

Her fingers traced across her clit. She tipped her head back, resting it against the car window and felt her eyes drop closed. God, the pleasure was exquisite. Her clit was throbbing from the earlier torment, and her thighs were striped red above the top of her stockings from the flogging she'd received. She moaned, low in her throat and ground her hips, pressing harder against her finger.

She felt, rather than saw, the car slow and pull off the highway, into a quiet little rest area. This time of day there was almost no traffic on the road, and the rest area was deserted. Kayla put the car into park and turned to face Aimee. "Open your eyes, girl. Open them and look at me." Aimee opened her eyes and looked at Kayla and gasped as she saw the barely contained lust that burned in her beautiful blue eyes. Aimee also saw Kayla reach back behind the drivers seat and pull a small duffel bag to sit in her lap.

"Guess what's in here, girl. Yes, that's right. A few of our favorite things." Kayla reached in the bag and brought out a small metallic vibrator, waggling it slightly between herself and the whimpering girl. She set it on the seat between the two of them, and reached back in and brought out the same flogger that earlier that evening had been resting right there between her eager thighs. Aimee whimpered as Kayla laid the flogger on the seat as well, draping the tails across her stocking-clad thigh. Kayla chuckled, seeing Aimee's distress. Soon, a blindfold and a length of rope followed.

"All of this is for after the party, girl. You are going to have these thoughts all night."

Aimee shivered, remembering the car trip. Remembering the feeling of complete and utter desperation for the chance to release her pent-up sexual tension. She wanted so badly to come, and wished she was a more rebellious girl who could just let go and feel her orgasm flow over her aching body. She knew though, that if she did, she would be aching so much more for a much longer time.

With trembling fingers, she repaired her hair and applied some fresh lip gloss. She turned and faced Kayla. She flashed her a shaky smile and said softly, "I love you, baby. I love giving so much to you."

Kayla smiled lovingly back at the trembling girl, and pulled her close. "I love you too, girl. You make me very proud. Your reward is coming, and it will be well worth the wait." She kissed her forehead softly and opened the door. "Now, let's go enjoy this wonderful party some more."

The next two hours dragged on for Aimee. She tingled with each step. She was aware of her clit each time she moved. Sitting on the sofa and talking with people she met for the first time that night, in the middle of some light hearted chatter, she turned to see Kayla gazing intently at her across the room. The voices around her faded into the background, and she was very aware of her own pulse, quickening now under Kayla's scrutiny. Kayla shifted her gaze towards the door, and then back to Aimee. Aimee realized her meaning and softly nodded, rising from her seat, and after making her excuses walked to Kayla's side to face her fate.

Within a few minutes, Aimee found herself in the car, buckled into her seatbelt and quivering with anticipation. Kayla had taken time to place the secreted blindfold firmly over Aimee's eyes. Her wrists were bound firmly together and her skirt was pulled up, baring her lower body to Kayla's eyes. The entire time, Kayla's words curled around Aimee's brain, pushing her deeper into lust and longing.

"Do you know, girl, how hot it is to keep you like that all night? To know that you were wet, wanting and totally powerless to do anything about it? To keep you that way with all those people around? And to know that you were loving it as well, weren't you, my little slut?"




Sweet Surrender



All Aimee could do was whimper and nod in agreement. She could feel her pussy literally dripping, feeling a slow trickle of juices running down the crack of her ass and soaking the back of her skirt. She became conscious then of the car slowing, and of the crunching of gravel beneath the tires. She was confused. There were no gravel roads on the way home. She wanted to ask where they were, but felt she'd not find out anyhow. A shiver overcame her and she mewled softly.

The car slowed, then stopped. Kayla shut off the engine and let herself out, coming around to release Aimee, at least temporarily, from her bonds and seat belt. Soon Aimee found herself being led up a slightly sloping path, and then inside some sort of building. She heard her heels clicking on a wooden floor and paniced slightly as Kayla let go of her. "Stay where you are, baby. Do not move." Aimee froze in place, waiting breathlessly for her next command.

Soon enough, after some rather loud bumps, crumpling paper and a scratching sound, Aimee felt Kayla return to her side and lead her deeper into the room. Aimee felt the warmth, and heard the crackling of a fire. She smiled then, realizing Kayla had built up a fire in a fireplace. Kayla removed the blindfold and Aimee took the time to glance around the room. A rustic cabin, sturdily build and tastefully decorated, while remaining very much true to its construction. Beams ran the entire length of the room, low enough to be useful, but high enough for hooks to be embedded in them without being a hazard to anyone walking.

"Strip, girl. I want to see you naked, now!"

Aimee quickly obeyed, slipping the straps of her dress down her shoulders and sliding the garment down her body to pool at her feet. She stepped out of her shoes and reached to her thighs to unfasten her stockings from her garter belt. Before long, she had managed to shed what little clothing she'd been wearing and was standing naked before Kayla, head up, with her arms behind her back, each hand gripping the opposite wrist.

"Ahh, my lovely girl. I do so prefer you naked to dressed. I love how the firelight glints off your nipple rings. Such a good girl. Now kneel."

Aimee sank, trembling, to her knees. wishing she could just be allowed to touch her clit and come 'til she screamed. She rested her hands on her knees, watching as Kayla walked towards her with a length of rope. She found each end of the rope tied around a wrist. A sturdy clip rested between Kayla's fingers and she led Aimee to stand beneath a beam and it's accompanying hook. She soon found her hands above her head and the clip firmly in place on that same hook.

Kayla reached into the bag by the fireplace and brought out the flogger. Aimee moaned at the mere sight of the sensual object. That flogger had been both erotic pleasure and terrifying pain inflictor on her more than once. She shivered as the soft leather trailed across her skin, caressing her as only leather can. She tried desperatly to relax her body, knowing what was about to come.

She heard the swish of leather, felt the air moving, and then the thud as the tails of the flogger struck her shoulders. She gasped, as she always did, and felt the familiar rush inside herself. She often yearned for the feel of the leather striking her flesh. Again and again, she felt it fall across her skin, raising her sensitivity and making her very aware of her need, the same need that had been building all evening long.

Kayla circled her sweating, trembling body, striking alternately at Aimee's breasts, thighs, shoulders and ass. She chuckled a little to herself, feeling her own desire swell with each strike of the flogger. Each sound of leather on flesh made her aware of her need, but she pushed it back a bit, concentrating on rewarding the bound and trembling woman.

"Spread your legs wider, girl. Do it now!"

Aimee responded instantly, sliding her feet wider apart, opening herself wider to Kayla's desires. She moaned loudly as Kayla's fingers sought her dripping sex.

"Poor thing. Such a wet little slut, aren't you? You've been in need all night long." Kayla's fingers tormented Aimee's clit, circling it and taking time to stop and pinch it lightly. She slipped her fingers into the girl's sopping cunt. Aimee panted and whimpered, grinding against the invading fingers.

"Please, Kayla. Oh god, I can't take much more. I ache so badly." Aimee's pleas rang out. She was near her limit, and didn't know how much longer she could take.

"Not yet, love. Fight it. Fight it for ME."

Aimee groaned at those words, knowing how hard she'd have to fight, but also knowing how that struggle would please her sweet Domme. The fingers left her aching sex, and Aimee nearly cried from frustration. Her frustration soon faded as the tails of the flogger began striking against her thighs, curling around and stinging against the tender inner flesh. Now and again, a stray tail would slap against her wet and swollen labia, and the sensations drove her closer and closer to her limits.

Suddenly, the flogger stopped. Aimee felt her arms freed from above her head and realized Kayla was lowering her to a soft pile of cushions beside the fire. Her inner thighs were striped with red welts and glistened with her own sweet juices. She looked at Kayla and trembled at the wicked grin crossing the woman's face. In her hand, shining in the firelight, was the metallic vibrator.

"Just remember girl, not until I say so."

The words caused her to gasp, holding her breath. The motor of the vibrator whirred to life, and she felt it sliding over her aching cunt. The sensations were pure heaven, and sweet torment as well, since she was fighting desperately to keep the orgasmic bliss at bay. The tip of it traced around her clit, causing her to pant and whimper.

Kayla watched with utter fascination as Aimee writhed beneath her ministrations. Taking her cues from Aimee's reactions, she slid the vibe into her sopping pussy. Leaning down, she sought the throbbing nub with her lips, suckling and nipping it delightfully.

Aimee cried out, nearing the end of her control. "Kayla, baby, please!" she begged, knowing if she wasn't allowed to come soon, she'd no longer be able to fight it.

Kayla sat up a little, looking up at Aimee's contorted face. "Now girl. Come NOW!" She returned to capture Aimee's clit once again with her lips. She sucked hard, flicking her tongue across the little button. Aimee screamed, feeling the long awaited release flood through her. Her hips bucked and her entire body shook with pent up sexual tension. Aimee felt the familiar flood between her thighs and heard Kayla moan against her clit. 

Kayla shivered with delight as she felt Aimee come, and felt the familiar sensation of the flood of wetness that often overtook Aimee with orgasm. It never ceased to be a pleasure to her to take the girl to this level of arousal and bring her to such an intense orgasm.

Aimee stopped screaming, her breath coming in quick pants and her body still trembling. Kayla moved to lay beside her on the cushions, releasing her wrists and pulling her close. Crooning softly, she caressed Aimee's sweaty, trembling body. "You did very well, baby. I'm so proud of you. I love taking you there."

Aimee lay in Kayla's arms, trembling and crying softly, as was common for her. She loved this woman so very much, for taking her to this very place and for giving her such a deep and loving gift. She snuggled closer, feeling the warmth and love of Kayla's embrace. She felt Kayla's fingers wiping away her tears, and brush the damp hair from her brow. 

She wanted to stay in this place forever, snuggled in the arms of the woman she loved. She hoped to have many more nights like this one. And she was sure they would.



Sweet Surrender



She sat astride him on his lap, looking into each other’s eyes. He ran his finger across the slit of his penis, capturing drops of his pre-cum, which was seeping out. Lifting the coated finger he raised it to Jean’s lips, smearing it on her soft lips and slowly pushing it into the warm cavern of her mouth. Jean sucked on her father’s finger, tasting his love juice, her eyes closed, sucking on his finger. Pulling his finger out of her mouth, he reached down to his engorged penis wetting it with more of his pre-cum. Gently, he rubbed it onto her nipples which was protruding out hard and he could see the goose bumps, now pronounced on her dark brown aureole. Jean’s body shuddered as her father’s fingers caressed her sensitive nipples. Pushing her slowly away from him, he lowered his head as his tongue ran across her nipples. Jean jerked involuntarily and gasped as his mouth clasped onto one nipple as he began to suck. Although she was pregnant with her first child, her stomach does not show that she was already in her sixth month. It swelled slightly and he was careful not to press against her. As he increased the suction on her nipple, he could taste her milk on his tongue. 

Max was overcome with a erotic feelings as he drank his daughter’s swollen breasts. His penis had hardened and his pre-cum was flowing onto her thighs. Holding her shoulders, he pushed her back and looked at her pale body, the heaving breasts so full and firm, her nipples now freed of his hungry mouth, with a drop of fluid seeping out. He brushed her long hair back as his mouth seeked hers. Father and daughter held each other as they kissed deeply. 

Max slowly pushed Jean backwards until she lay on her back on the bed. Still kissing her, he sucked her tongue. Both were lost to the world. His wife and her husband were not in their thoughts as the incestuous lust of their lovemaking overtook them. Taking his mouth off her, he took her hand and placed it on his penis. Her fingers could barely close completely around the girth of his shaft. He moved his body upwards until his crotch was at the level of her head. Opening his thighs, Max held Jean’s head in his hands as he gently brushed his turgid knob against her lips. Rubbing against her, he smeared the sticky pre-cum onto her lips as her fingers held his penis. Opening her mouth, Jean accepted her father’s cock, drawing him into her. He fucked her mouth tenderly as she sucked him. She felt him twitching and going stiff. His ejaculation spurted to the back of her throat as he came. The thick musky globs of sperm filled her mouth. Jean swallowed her father’s sperm, the same sperm from which she was created, as his penis spasmed in her mouth. 

Groaning, Max lowered his head between Jean’s thighs as he clamped his mouth onto her vagina, sucking her. The wet, slippery lips opened to him as he penetrated her with his tongue, seeking her honey. As his penis left her mouth, she clutched the bed-sheet tightly with her fingers, lifting her buttocks and pushing her crotch up against his mouth. The orgasms came in multiple series making her moan and gasp. Max’s mouth was wet as she came, flowing into his mouth as he drank his daughter’s love secretion. 

Finally, both were satiated, holding onto each other, knowing that they have committed the ultimate sin between a man and a woman. 

As Max dropped off into a deep sleep, Jean tried to come to terms with the enormity of what has transpired. Her husband had left town to attend to business in one of the subsidiary. Being alone, and already six months pregnant, Tom, her husband did not want her to be staying by herself. So she agreed to stay for the week at her parent’s place. However, her mother was in hospital, recovering from a fracture she sustained when she met with an accident a couple of days before.

Max was 65 years old and Jean, his only child was 28. Both Max and his wife Mary loved Jean almost to a fault as they had her late. Jean was a beautiful girl, and Max was a wee bit jealous when she got married. Max always felt that no man was good enough for his daughter. And soon he will be a grandpa. Max was happy when Jean came to stay. Seeing his daughter walk into the house, he was pleasantly surprised to see her looking so radiant and lovely. The slim body with just a hint of bulge at her midriff could hardly show that she was already in her sixth month. She was tall, almost 5ft 8, taking after her father who was a big man.

She cooked for him that night. After they had dinner, she washed up while he sat at the table, looking at her as she placed the dishes into the cabinet. He was taken aback when his mind began to wander as he looked at Jean. She was wearing a loose caftan and he could see the shape of her body, the full breasts and her slightly bulging tummy. He felt his penis stirring. Shocked by his feelings, he looked away, but the vision in front of him made him turn his eyes back to her. Max had always had a high sexual appetite even now, in his late years. But this was Jean, his own flesh and blood. He got up and walked to Jean. Without any real intentions, he held her around her waist from behind and said in a fatherly tone, “Goodnight sweetheart,” as he clasped her in his huge arms, kissing her hair. 

“Night dad,” Jean replied. She stiffened when Max moved his hands upwards and brushed her breasts. The unexpected move made her nipples stiffened when he caressed her momentarily. As Max walked away towards his room, she turned around and looked after him. She tried not to think too much about what happened, maybe it was an accident, she thought. But the lingering touch would not leave her mind as she went into her room.

Jean had always slept in the nude at home and she did so in her father’s house too. She tried to sleep but she could not. Did her father felt her body just now? She trembled at the sinful thought. The lights were off in her room but it was not really dark. The gentle glow from the half-moon shone into her room. The soft whine of the air conditioner and the cool air made her shiver under her blanket. Suddenly she heard a noise and saw her door being opened. The figure of a tall person stood quietly and it approached her bed. Sitting up, she looked in fear and as the figure came to stand at the edge of her bed, she slowly made out that it was Max. “Dad,” she whispered hoarsely.

In total shock, she looked up at her father. He bends down to switch on the small table lamp light beside her bed. Jean gasped as she saw for the first time the naked body of her father, the hairy chest and the huge penis, stiff and long hanging between his crotch. He crawled up onto her bed and knelt in front of her, his eyes holding hers, almost magnetic.

Jean could not speak. She tried to open her mouth but no sounds came out. Max took her blanket and gently removes it off her. Father and daughter were now naked. He just looked at her body, savoring the wonder of her. Before Jean could make sense of what was happening, Max hands cupped her breasts, kneading her nipples. The electricity shot into her body as her sensitive nipples hardened against her will. Her mouth opened as she moaned. Holding her just by her nipples, he gently pulled her towards him and her head fell towards his chest. 

As she gasped, he whispered against her hair, “Forgive me baby, please forgive me.”

He released her nipples and pushed her flat on the bed. She looked so small against his huge frame. Putting his arm under her knees he raised them up towards her chest, exposing her crotch. He could see her soft down hairs, covering her forbidden treasures. His large hand separated her pubic hair as his fingers opened the lips of her vagina. As he touched her clitoris, he felt her jerked her body as though a volt of current had hit her. In the soft light, he could see the sparkle of clear liquid wetting the folds of her vagina. He licked away the honey. As his tongue touched her, she spasmed, her whole body began to tremble. He pushed his tongue inside her. Making sure that he did not hurt her pregnant tummy, Max began to tongue fuck his daughter. Pulling his tongue out of her, he placed his engorged penis against her opening. 

Shaking her head to clear her fogged mind, Jean cried out in anguish, “No, dad, please don’t,”

But Max had already penetrated her, the head of his penis was inside Jean’s body. Looking at her face, he could see her eyes wide open, looking at him as he pushed further inside her. Her vagina expanded, accepting his wide girth, the soft walls squeezing his penis tightly as he began the fucking motions. Jean’s head was turning from side to side as her father fucked her. Pushing her legs further up against her breasts, his penetration touched her cervix as his balls flattened against her upturned buttocks. At that moment, he stopped moving, holding her in place, his penis throbbing as he came. As his sperm ejaculated deep inside her, their eyes held, both gasping for air. He kept cumming until his sperm started to seep out between his penis and the tight sheath of her vagina, dripping out onto the mattress. Jean moaned as her orgasm hit her, her vaginal muscles gripping his penis as she spent herself. He held her in his arms, his penis still lodged inside her, as she spasmed against him. They lay in silence for almost five minutes and then he slipped out of her gently. Max was still hard. Sitting up, he carried her and placed her on his lap.

Jean let her father sleep as she got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. She wondered whether it was all a dream. Her legs were rubbery and she was completely exhausted. Sitting on the toilet seat, she looked down. She saw that her pubic hair was matted with sticky fluids. Her inner thighs too were wet. Her vagina felt swollen and tender. The memory of her father’s huge penis fucking her made her shake her head in shame. Standing up, she looked into the mirror. She could see his sperm still on her lips and cheeks. Only then did she realize that the taste of his cum was still in her mouth. His sperm was both in her cervix as well as in her stomach where she had swallowed.

As she wet the towel to clean her face, Max walked into the bathroom. Without a word, he took the towel from her hand and wiped her himself. He cleaned her between her thighs. He could see that her vaginal lips were still puffy from his fucking. Jean did not know how to react. She knew that she had cum and was weak in front of her ravisher. Placing the towel on the rack, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to his room. Jean could only place her head on his hairy chest, her arms around his neck. 

He carried her to his bathroom. It was big with full-length mirror on one side. Holding her sideways, he released one arm, the other around the underside of her knees so that they were facing the mirror. Jean looked at their reflection and could see that his straining penis was between her buttocks. The sight was so erotic to the pair. His hand reached for the shaft and she could see him placing the bulbous head against her vagina. Her mouth opened to suck in air as she felt his penis entering her. Holding her in a fetal position, Max began to fuck her. Her wetness made a squishing sound as he lifted and lowered her on his thick phallus. She held on tightly as Max pumped into her. After a while he stopped, his penis lodged deep inside her. 

She opened her eyes and he said, “Have you ever been fucked in the ass.”

“No,” she whispered softly.

“I want you there,” he said, as he started to lift and lower her on his phallus. “I will be gentle, please say yes,” he pleaded.

The erotic and incestuous ravishment of her father on her body made her unable to think clearly. Jean nodded her head in consent. She never had anal sex before.

Max carried her to his bed, his penis still inside her. Lifting her off him, he placed her on her side onto the bed. He turned back to head to the bathroom. Jean lay quietly, her hands clasped against her breasts, her mind unable to comprehend what ass fucking would be like. Then she felt him sitting on the bed behind her. He lifted her and placed her at the edge of the bed. He bend her knees so that her buttocks was jutting outwards at the edge as she laid on her side. He was kneeling on the floor behind her. Jean moaned as she felt her father’s lips kissing the twin globes of her soft buttocks. She closed her eyes tightly as his lips moved between the crack of her butt. She clenched her buttocks as his lips made contact with her anus. She felt his hands pressed open the soft mounds and his tongue ran across her anal opening. The touch made her hands leave her chest as she held tightly onto the pillow her head was resting on. As his saliva wet her anus, the feeling Jean got was so sexual that her sphincter relaxed and surrendered to her father’s probing. As he pushed his tongue against her, the tiny orifice bloomed as he pushed in ever so slightly. Clutching the pillow tightly, Jean gasped as an orgasm hit her. At that moment, Max placed a finger against her anus and penetrated her. The virgin hole gripped his finger. Jean was in a throes of unbridled lust as her father began to finger fuck her. He pulled out and sealed her opening with his lips, sucking her anus. The musk odor of her was an aphrodisiac to Max as his penis expanded and his pre-cum seeping out. Jean felt a cold liquid being dropped onto her anus. Max rubbed in the jelly. 

Max whispered against her ear, “I’m going to fuck you now, if it is painful, tell me. You must relax.”

Jean felt the mushroom head of her father’s penis against her anus. As he pushed for entry, she clenched her sphincter tightly closed.

“Relax,” he soothed her.

She broke out in sweat as she felt him forcing his stiff phallus against her tiny orifice. Holding her by her hips, he poured more jelly onto the opening. At last she gave way and he entered her, the head lodged in. Jean cried as she felt her anus opened up wide. She didn’t know that being fucked in the ass was this painful. Tears wet her cheeks as she bites on the pillow. Having penetrated her, Max pressed on slowly until almost half his penis was inside her rectum. Her head flailed on the pillow as she tried to ease the pain. Max knew that she was hurting, so he stopped and just held her, but his need was also in a heightened degree. Her anal muscle gripped him so very tightly that he could feel her clamping down on him. His hands moved to her breasts and he caressed her nipples, bringing them to hardness. Then he moved down to search for her clitoris, rubbing her until the hood opened and the projectile grew. The caressing of her nipples and clit made her gasped.

The grip on his penis slackened as she got used to the unnatural penetration. As her rectal muscle accepted his girth, Max turned Jean’s head around as his mouth descended onto hers. Their kiss was soul searching as he sucked her mouth. Sensing that she was ready, he pushed in further into her rectum. As his thick and engorged penis entered more inside her body, Jean tried to prevent his progress. But Max held her firm until his balls were tight against her soft buttocks. Breaking off their kiss, both father and daughter gasped for breath, as they knew that he was now completed inside her. Lodged deep inside her Max slowly pushed her towards the center of the bed. So they lay on their sides, Max with his arms around her, cupping her breasts, her knees bent and pushed upwards, his penis deep inside her rectum. Caressing her body, the palms of his huge hands moved to her pregnant belly, stroking his unborn grandchild inside. He moved his hands back to her breasts, his finger and thumb gently kneading her engorged nipples until her milk started dripping out. The sensation of his caressing and the feeling of being completely filled below gave her another orgasm. As he felt her body shaking against him, Max began to move gently, fucking her. When her orgasm peaked, Jean pressed her buttocks tightly against him. At that moment, Max started to fuck her rectum, knowing that he could not hold out any longer. His lips now sealed onto her shoulder, his hands on her breasts, he pulled her to him, pressing his penis as far as he could inside her, his ejaculation started, spurting globes of thick semen deep inside his daughter’s bowels. His body shivered as he pumped his sperm inside her lower intestines. Father and daughter cried out in sheer sexual contentment as he spent himself inside her. 

Exhausted, he pulled the blanket to cover them, as they drifted into deep slumber, his penis still inside her.