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The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 01

By: Scorpius1945



This story is fictitious and no characters in the story are based on any real person, living or deceased. The activities described in this story are neither condoned nor recommended by the author.

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The Caning of Ellie-Mae

Sue was one of my subs many years ago. She left the lifestyle and married, then had a daughter Ellie-Mae. Time had passed and Ellie-Mae grew, as all children do, until she was an 18 year old tearaway college student over whom Sue had absolutely no control. So one evening a couple of years ago I received a call from a distraught Sue. After the usual pleasantries, she got down to the real reason for her call after all this time.

"Ellie-Mae's rude and obnoxious. She treats us like dirt and tells us she can do what she likes. Just last week I asked her to do something quite simple, like put out her clothes so I could wash them and she just told me to go fuck myself. I don't know what to do with her. Can I bring her to see you please? Maybe you could talk some sense into her."

I agreed that she could bring her round, assuming that Ellie-Mae was willing to cooperate, and a couple of days later I received a text from Sue saying they'd be round that evening if that was OK with me. It was, so I wasn't surprised when the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find Sue and, presumably, Ellie-Mae standing there.

Sue and I greeted each other with a loving hug. It had been a long time since we had seen each other so we quickly scanned one another to note the changes. The tall, blonde, voluptuous teenager standing beside Ellie-Mae looked on with an attitude of distaste and boredom.

"This is Ellie-Mae," Sue introduced her, "And this is my ex-Dom from way back."

Ellie-Mae looked at me disinterestedly.

"Pleased to meet you, ex-Dom," she said in an almost insulting manner. "So what do I call you? Do you have a name?"

I gave her my most condescending glare. "You, little miss, may call me Sir."

She had the grace to redden slightly at the put down, but her arrogance was overwhelming and I could see why Sue would have problems with her. The palm of my hand was itching.

They came in and sat in the lounge while Sue and I talked of old times, causing considerable embarrassment to Ellie-Mae by the look of her uncomfortable wriggling, blushing and apparent inability to meet my eyes. Finally Sue and I got around to discussing the cause of their visit.

"Ellie-Mae simply won't do what a normal responsible human being would be expected to do," began Sue. "She acts as though the world is solely here for her benefit, expects me to do everything for her, thinks she can go out with her boyfriends, and there are several, every night of the week, is receiving failing grades at college and is almost on the verge of being thrown out. I'm at my wits end with her. Can you suggest anything that may help, please?"

While Sue was speaking I had been watching Ellie-Mae as she looked sullenly at the floor. Once Sue had finished, I asked Ellie-Mae what she thought of the situation.

"Mom and Dad treat me like a kid and I'm not a kid anymore. I'm 18, so I'm an adult. I'm legally allowed to fuck who I want when I want so it's none of their business who I see, when or for how long. They're really cramping my style. It's very uncool to tell a guy you have to be home in 20 minutes when he's balls deep in your cunt."

By this time it was Sue who was blushing and gazing at the floor. Obviously Ellie-Mae was acting in a very provocative manner, saying things designed to shock me, in particular, but failing in this miserably. I did not respond to her, instead I sat looking at her, staring her down. Once she looked away I gave Sue a wink.

"I think that little miss arrogance could use a dose of the cane. What do you think, Sue?"

"I was hoping you'd maybe think that. The way she was talking wasn't unusual; Jerry and I get that frequently and for no apparent reason."

I stood and went to my cupboard, returning with a four foot rattan cane which I swished a couple of times before bringing it down on the armrest of the sofa alongside Ellie-Mae. It made a satisfying crack, causing Ellie-Mae to jump a little and look at me nervously, a distinct change from her previous arrogance.

"How would you like a few of those around your ass?" I asked her, standing over her threateningly.

She didn't answer, but stared up at me.

"I asked you a question, Ellie-Mae," I said in an even though threatening tone, "And I expect you to answer me please."

"I . . I wouldn't," she said hesitantly. Maybe the message was starting to get through.

"I wouldn't what?" I asked, lowering my voice to make it more threatening.

She sank back into the sofa, trying to get further away from me.

"You will address me as Sir when you speak to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now, answer my question. How would you like this cane wrapped around your ass?"

"I wouldn't, Sir," she replied.

"That's better. Now we're getting somewhere. Well, just so you know how it feels, it's time you had a little sample, I think. What do you think, Sue?"

Sue blushed as she remembered all the strokes she had received on her ass cheeks all those years ago. She felt her pussy flood with arousal as the memories flowed through her mind.

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea, Sir" she replied, the 'Sir' being added out of habit.

Ellie-Mae looked at her mother angrily, but said nothing.

"Stand up," I ordered Ellie-Mae.

She stood in front of me. I took one hand and led her into the center of the room, intrigued at how she would take this next command. I studied her as I slowly walked around her. It appeared that she looked after herself well, probably while her mother did everything for her. She seemed well-groomed, hair nicely styled, quality clothing in what was fashionable for older teens, tight top showing off her D-cup breasts, obviously wearing a bra but one which didn't hide her large nipples, bare midriff with tight pants commencing just below her daintily pierced navel. I wondered if she had any other piercings, thinking I would know soon enough. From the rear she had good stature, was obviously not afraid of her height so had no stoop, which many tall women have, and she had a lush, compact ass beneath her tight pants. From the absence of panty lines I assumed she was wearing a G string or no panties at all. I returned to the front and checked there, noticing a hint of camel toe.

"Strip," I ordered without any preliminaries.

Her mouth dropped open and she stared at me. I certainly had her attention now. She looked at Sue, who had a determined look on her face.

"I'd do what he says if I was you," she advised.

Ellie-Mae looked back at me and flushed bright red. I slowly continued my tour of inspection walking around behind her, waiting for the response I expected as I positioned my hand on the cane. Her response came.

"No," she said defiantly.

By the time she said that I was in perfect position to give her a hard stroke on her luscious ass. I did. She yelped, putting both hands over the slight indentation in her pants.

"Firstly, you do not refuse a command from me, and secondly, even if you do, you add 'Sir' on the end. Next one will be a lot harder. Now strip."

Again she looked at Sue who non-verbally indicated that she should do as I ordered. Hesitantly she reached up to the buttons on her top and undid the top one, then the second one. Her top fell away from her breasts, showing a lacy, insubstantial bra through which her nipples could be clearly seen. Reluctantly she removed her top over her arms and dropped it on the floor.

"Pick it up, fold it and place it on the arm of the sofa," I instructed. "It's time you learnt some respect for things. Then, maybe, respect for people will follow."

She bent down to pick it up. 

"Answer me when I speak to you," I said, threateningly.

"Y . . yes, Sir."

She folded her top carefully and placed it on the armrest.

"Now continue stripping," I ordered her.

Ellie-Mae was in a quandary. Did she show her breasts to this dominating man or did she remove her tight pants and show most of the intimate parts of her body? She alone knew what she wore beneath her pants. Breasts won out. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, bringing the back straps around, shrugging off the shoulder straps while holding the cups in place over her breasts.

"Do I have to, Sir?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, you do have to, Ellie-Mae," I replied, also quietly.

She turned her back to me and I gave her another stroke on her ass with the cane, eliciting a yelp.

"You do not turn your back on me," I said in my most menacing tone. "Turn to face me and put your hands at your sides."

Quickly she turned back to face me. "Y . . yes, Sir," she stammered. She dropped her hands to her sides, allowing her bra cups to fall off her breasts. I scanned these two gorgeous globes with my eyes. There were no tan marks so either she sunbathed topless or she used a tanning salon.

"Pick up your bra and put it with your top," I commanded.

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

She bent down, her firm breasts swaying a little as she picked up the flimsy garment, folded it neatly and placed it on top of her other clothing.

"Hmmm, so you do know how to treat your clothing. You're just lazy, that's your problem, lazy and arrogant. You have to earn the right to have slaves, it does not come about just because they are your parents. Now, face me again, hands at your sides and keep them there."

She stood facing me, her face the same bright red as her aureoles. I reached out with one hand, the one not holding the cane, and grasped her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I caressed it gently then, without warning, squeezed it hard.

"Ow," she yelled, pulling away from me.

"You do not make a sound when I am inspecting you and you do not pull away from me ever. Do you understand me?" I asked in a menacing tone as I drew myself up to my full height.

"Y . . yes, Sir,' she replied meekly, standing straight again as my finger and thumb once again repeated the action, caressing her left nipple then squeezing hard. She closed her eyes as she felt the pain but stayed in position without a sound. I repeated the process with her right nipple with similar results.

"Very good," I purred to her, "You are learning very well and very quickly. Now, continue to strip."

She reached down and unfastened the belt around the top of her pants, then undid the button and pulled the zipper down. Then with much wriggling she pried the tight pants over her ample hips and down her legs, leaving a very tight, flimsy and brief G string in place. She carefully folded her pants and placed them on the sofa armrest. She then stood facing me with her hands by her side.

"Well done, Ellie-Mae," I complimented her.

"Thank you, Sir," she replied.

I conducted another tour of her lower body, running my hand gently over her legs and thighs in front, then calves, thighs and ass cheeks behind, noticing the two pale red cane marks on her cheeks. 

"Very nice," I again complimented her.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Now, let's get rid of these panties and your shoes."

She did the shoes first, removing each one, placing them on the floor by the sofa together. Then very slowly and reluctantly, which made it quite seductive, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her G string panties and eased then downwards, stepping out of them, then folding them and placing them on her pants. She once again stood, perfectly naked, in front of me with her hands at her sides.

"Very nice. Well done, Ellie-Mae," I again complimented her as I walked around her, examining the ass that I was soon to cane, then coming around the front, crouching to examine her pussy in greater detail, noting that she had obviously been waxed, leaving a small tuft of hair, trimmed evenly to about half an inch in length, an inch above her clit. I noticed also the discreet ring inserted through her clit hood. I flicked the ring with my finger.

"Who gave you this present?" I asked.

"My first boyfriend, Sir," she said, "The one who took my cherry."

"Hmmm, and how many boyfriends have you had since then?" 

She paused for a few seconds. "Five, Sir."

"You're a promiscuous little wench, aren't you?" I asked.

She had learnt quickly and well. "If you say so, Sir."

I caught Sue's eye and gave her a wink. Sue was obviously remembering the same procedures I had used to tame her all those years ago. She smiled back, seeming a lot more relaxed now.

"So how do you feel standing naked here in front of your Mom and me while I examine you?" I asked.

She flushed again, her conscious mind being brought back to the reality of her situation.

"Embarrassed, Sir, yet strangely very turned on sexually."

"Yes, I can see that," I replied as I drew my finger through her slit, finding it running with her woman juices. I collected some on my finger and rubbed them over her clit, masturbating her for a few seconds. She writhed her hips a little and went an even brighter shade of red.

"You like that, don't you," I said as I continued rubbing gently.

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you do this to yourself? Do you masturbate yourself when you're alone?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you like it when your boyfriends do this to you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You're just a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

"If you say so, Sir."

Her hips were moving in a more sensual manner now, establishing a fucking motion as she fucked against my hand. I pushed a finger, then two fingers into her cunt, using the palm of my hand to stimulate her clit. Her hips started moving faster, harder and her breathing increased in depth and rate. She was really getting off on this stimulation.

"It feels that you're really enjoying this. It feels like you really want to cum. Do you want to cum, Ellie-Mae?

"Oh yes, Sir, I really want to cum. Can I cum please Sir?"

I stopped all motion and withdrew my hand.

"No you may not cum," I growled. "You're here for punishment, not for your sexual gratification. Whenever you're here you may not cum unless I specifically tell you to cum, and then you'd better cum within ten seconds. If you cum without permission or if you take too long to cum when ordered, you will be severely punished. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y . . yes, Sir."

"Good. Now tonight you will not cum here. Tonight I will cane you, hard, to punish you for the disrespectful way you have treated your Mom and Dad. From tonight onward you will treat them respectfully, you will do what they tell you quickly and to the best of your ability. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," replied Ellie-Mae as she felt the residual erotic feelings in her crotch seeking release in an orgasm that she knew now would not be coming.

"Right, Ellie-Mae, time for your punishment. I want you to kneel on the edge of the sofa, facing the back, then bring your head down as far as possible, towards the seat, then arch your back so your ass sticks high into the air. Lastly I want your knees as far apart as possible. Do that now."

She took a few moments to get into position during which time I had a few quiet words to Sue.

"You've really tamed her down," whispered Sue.

"Yes, reminds me a lot of you when you were her age. I wonder if she'll grow to love it too."

"Mmmm, that will be interesting. Like mother, like daughter maybe. How many strokes?"

"A few thousand, but that would be unreasonable. How about 25 this first time?"

"OK, I wouldn't want more than thirty but 25 should be perfectly effective."

I stood up and checked on Ellie-Mae. She was pretty much in position. I pushed down on her spine a little, encouraging her to arch her back more which exposed her ass and vulva, her pussy lips gaping slightly from their prior arousal, the whole package making for a very tempting target. Her beautiful breasts were pressed against the seat of the sofa and her head was hard against the backrest.

"So for this first caning I will go a little easy on you," I told her, "This will just be a warning, if you like. This means that future canings will be worse, both harder and with more strokes. So you have the opportunity to learn quickly or you have the opportunity to learn slowly and painfully over a number of visits. It's entirely up to you. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," came the muffled reply.

'For this first time I'm going to give you twenty strokes on your ass and another five strokes on your pussy. Clear about that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"After I give you a stroke you are to count it, thank me, then ask for the next stroke when you're ready. If you take longer to ask than ten seconds you will receive the stroke anyway and a punishment stroke on your pussy. Clear about that?"

"Y . . y . . yes, Sir."

"OK, ask me for the first stroke."

"P . . please give me my first stroke, Sir."

I gently rubbed the cane across her ass, positioning myself for the correct distance, then drew back and struck with a moderate stroke, high up on her ass cheeks.

"Oooowwwww!" yelled Ellie-Mae, trying to stand up and rubbing her hands across her ass cheeks, massaging the sting away from the slight white indentation in her skin, an indentation which was rapidly changing to bright red.

"I didn't hear you count, I didn't hear you thank me, and I haven't heard you ask for the next stroke," I told her threateningly as I brushed her hands away. "That stroke therefore won't count and we'll start again. I also do not expect to hear sounds like 'Ow' from you. You may cry and sob, but other than that you only say what I've ordered you to say. You also keep your hands on the sofa beside your head. Is all that clear?"

"Y . . yes, Sir."

"Right, then ask for the first stroke again."

"Please may I have the first stroke again, Sir."

I repeated the stroke, the cane leaving a white line about an inch below the red line from the initial stroke. This time she wriggled her ass, but was silent except for "One. Thank you, Sir. Please could I have the next stroke, Sir."

I gave her the next stroke, followed immediately once again by wriggling, then her count, thanks and request. This continued until she had received six strokes and I started to increase the power of each stroke. By now she was sobbing continually and her ass had parallel red welts across it from the cane. As the caning progressed and I increased the strength of the strokes the skin started to show signs of breaking and small patches of blood appeared. She was going to have one very sore ass tomorrow. For the final five strokes I changed the angle, placing them diagonally across the others. Ellie-Mae was in obvious agony, sobbing her heart out as the strokes landed remorselessly on her unprotected ass. Once she had received her twenty on her ass, I told her she would now receive her five on her pussy. For this I needed to reposition her, so I asked her to stand.

Slowly and painfully she stood, tears still pouring down her cheeks as she reached tentatively behind her to feel the damage to her previously pristine ass cheeks. She felt the welts from the cane and the slight amount of blood seeping out of the few tears that were in the skin.

"Go and let your mother have a close look," I commanded.

She did as she was bid and Sue ran her hand over her cheeks, not too gently.

"You've done good," she said to me.

"Well, I hope so. I've had a few years of practice but admit I am a bit rusty. Maybe I should have practiced on you first," I joked.

"Mmmm, maybe," replied Sue with a faraway look in her eyes.

I took two large cushions and placed them on the coffee table, then covered them with a sheet from the drawer.

"Right, Ellie-Mae, I want you lying on your back with your ass at the end of the table please."


The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 01



Ellie-Mae quickly lay down in that position.

"Now, I want you to lift your legs into the air and to grasp the toes of each foot with your hand on the same side."

She did this, keeping her legs together and bent.

"Now, straighten your legs and allow your hands to pull them as widely apart as they will go. Try to get your knees on the table."

Slowly and apparently reluctantly Ellie-Mae spread her legs wide apart, her very moist pussy lips gaping to expose the treasures within, her engorged clit poking insolently from beneath its ringed hood. Her large firm breasts stood up proudly from her chest. She had stopped sobbing and her eyes were closed so that she couldn't see me, thereby reducing the humiliation of her exposure.

"Now, Ellie-Mae, I'm going to give you five strokes of the cane between your legs. You don't need to count or say anything, just lie there and take this punishment, remembering as you receive it the reasons why it is being administered."

"Yes, Sir."

I positioned myself and rubbed the cane gently against the inside of her left thigh about an inch down the thigh from her vulva. I drew it back and administered a moderate stroke. Ellie-Mae's body convulsed and tears started from her closed eyes as she firmly maintained silence, afraid of the consequences of unauthorized sounds. With little delay I applied a second stroke to the same position on her right thigh, with a similar result.

Next I lined up on her left hand pussy lip. I hoped that by now I had my eye in again so I would be able to accurately hit the small target area. I drew back and made the moderate stroke, connecting with the length of her left labia. Again she convulsed, an agonizing scream coming from her mouth as she rolled sideways, her hands clutching at her pussy as the stinging, throbbing pain radiated throughout her body from her tortured lip. After a few minutes she settled down.

"I can see that hurt," I said gently, "But there are two more for you to suffer. As you feel the pain I want you remember the reasons for this punishment and all that you've learned this evening. Now, please resume your position and tell me when you're ready for the next stroke."

She resumed her position and then reluctantly said "Please give me my next stroke, Sir."

I repeated the previous stroke to her right labia, receiving a similar response. By now her left labia was bright red, oozing blood from a small tear. Her right labia was still white from the impact, but as I watched it rapidly turned bright red and a drop of blood was visible towards the rear.

Slowly Ellie-Mae resumed her position. "Please give me my last stroke, Sir."

I lined up for the final stroke, holding the cane immediately above but not touching her clitoris. I debated with myself how hard to make this stroke. She had come a very long way tonight, had lost much of her arrogance and had become humble and compliant. But was it all a show? To let up now may be to undo all the good that had been done. Yet I knew that to make too strong a stroke could easily impair her ability to orgasm for the remainder of her life, if her clit nerves were irreparably damaged. I decided on a light to moderate stroke. I lifted the cane and as it was descending the images of her truculence when she arrived flooded my memory and I instinctively strengthened the stroke, laying the cane hard onto her exposed, engorged clit.

Ellie-Mae screamed, rolling in agony as the pain radiated from her clitoris through her body, her pleasure center becoming her pain center. Her screams continued for a long time, thirty seconds at least, as she rolled on the cushions, her hands clasping her pussy. Slowly, very slowly, her screams lessened, replaced by heavy sobbing. She pulled one hand away and I noticed it was bloodstained. I spread her legs and carefully lifted her other hand to look at the damage I had done. Her clit was bleeding so I put some antiseptic in warm water, along with some topical painkiller and started to wipe away the blood from her clit and pussy lips. Slowly the bleeding stopped and I could see that she was bleeding from her clit hood where the ring went through; her clit actually looked quite undamaged, though glowing as though red hot.

After about five minutes she was able to sit up, then stand and she went to her mother, who also stood, and they hugged.

"I'm sorry, Mom," she began, "I know I've been a terrible daughter and you and Dad have tried your hardest and I've been rude and disrespectful. I promise I have changed and that from now on I will be your perfect model daughter."

Sue gave her a kiss. "Not too perfect, I hope, we also need a few challenges, just not to the extent you have been giving us. We both love you dearly and always try to do what is best for you. Sometimes that includes punishing you. I hope we never have to do this again."

Ellie-Mae came over to me and I expected her to embrace me and hug me, but she did not. Instead she knelt down in front of me with her eyes to the floor. She just stayed there.

"What would you like to say to me, Ellie-Mae?" I asked.

"Sir," she began in a very quiet voice, "Thank you for punishing me, Sir. I know I deserved the punishment and that it was for my own good. Thank you, Sir."

"That's OK, Ellie-Mae. You did deserve the punishment and I hope that you'll never need to be punished as severely again."

"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."

Ellie-Mae remained kneeling at my feet.

"You may stand up and dress yourself now if you wish, Ellie-Mae."

"Thank you, Sir."

Ellie-Mae stood and went to her clothes, fitting her bra over her luscious breasts then pulling on her G string panties. She pulled her top on over her bra, carefully buttoned the two buttons, then pushed her legs through her pants, carefully and slowly wriggling her way into them as they rubbed against her bruised ass and the seam pressed against her throbbing clit. Finally she had them fully on, buttoned the waist band and zipped them up. She then slipped her feet into her shoes and carefully and slowly walked to her Mom.

"I'm ready when you are, she said."

Sue gave me a kiss and a hug.

"Thank you so much for this," she said, "I know you gave this lifestyle up years ago but I knew of no one else. I'm sure, from what I've seen, that Ellie-Mae will be wonderful from now on. I'll let you know how it goes."

I opened the door for them and they slowly walked to the car, Ellie-Mae taking several minutes to sit down in the passenger seat. As they drove away, I wondered if I'd ever see Ellie-Mae again. I thought of all I would like to do to her wonderful body, all the pain and pleasure I could extract from it. I went to bed and stripped off, my rampant cock springing out of my pants. I slowly rubbed it with some lube, then put on a DVD of one of my hot BDSM sessions from the past and masturbated myself to an amazing orgasm. 

'Mmmmm,' I thought, 'I could really get back into this if the opportunity arose.'

I slept soundly, dreaming of large, voluptuous, firm breasts and a bare pussy on a luscious, willing female body as I whipped her to orgasm before fucking her to oblivion.

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EPILOGUE:

Five weeks passed and I received a call from Sue.

"Just thought you'd like to know that Ellie-Mae's fine and I've never known a better behaved, more considerate and respectful person. She's totally changed. She's dumped her boyfriend and is studying hard, looking like she'll be topping her classes. All she talks about is you. She tells me she's made plans for the summer vacation but hasn't told me what they are, so I'm quite intrigued. The vacation starts in ten days' time so I'll be interested to hear what she's planned."

We chatted a bit about old times and past vacations, then hung up.

Ten days later the door-bell rang. I opened the door and saw Ellie-Mae on her knees on the welcome mat, eyes cast down.

"Sir, I've come to be your sub or slave, whichever you choose, for the summer vacation. I am yours to command, Sir, and I've been very bad."



The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 02



This story is fictitious and no characters in the story are based on any real person, living or deceased. The activities described in this story are neither condoned nor recommended by the author.

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The Training of Ellie-Mae

I looked down at Ellie-Mae as she knelt on my door mat, her gaze focused downwards in the traditional manner of a sub. My thoughts went back over the past years, of the subs I had trained, the events leading to me giving up the lifestyle. Yet does one ever really give the lifestyle up, I wondered. Ellie-Mae, who I had caned severely a few weeks ago, was now offering herself as my sub. Did she have any idea what this would entail, I mused. When I caned her the first time I met her, she looked gorgeous. If Sue hadn't been there I'm sure my cock would have ended up implanted deeply inside her instead of my cane raising welts on her intimate parts. Did I want this responsibility, the constrictions that taking her on as a sub or slave would entail? Since leaving the lifestyle and selling my house with its dungeon, I had relationships with a large number of women while remaining uncommitted and free. Did I want this commitment?

During the several minutes that these thoughts ran through my head, Ellie-Mae remained stationary and silent, head down, the picture of a well-trained sub. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard, I thought hopefully.

"Does your mother know that you're here?" I asked at length.

"Yes, Sir."

"And does she approve?"

"Yes, Sir, she thinks it will be good for me. So do I, Sir."

I sighed inwardly, resolving to at least give it a try.

"OK, come inside then, Ellie-Mae."

She stood and picked up her small bag, carrying it as she followed me into the house, keeping her eyes cast down and standing in the lounge, waiting to be invited to sit or kneel.

"For this evening, while we discuss this relationship, I would like you to sit rather than kneel. So please sit down and you have permission to look me in the eye. You are not my slave or sub yet, simply the daughter of a friend who is interested in the strange lifestyle that her mother and I used to enjoy."

She sat on the sofa which had so recently been the scene of her caning. She appeared to be quite comfortable sitting, which pleased me.

"Tell me how this came about please," I asked.

"Well, after you caned me last time I really, really hated both you and Mom. But then after a few days when the pain had dissipated a bit, I got to thinking and taking an objective look at myself, assuming such a thing is possible. I realized how I had mistreated my parents and I sincerely apologized to them for that and tried very hard to make it up to them. I also realized that I had enjoyed the caning, not at the time but afterwards. I felt that I had mastered my fear of pain, that I was more in control of myself, that I had greater self-esteem than I had before. It's crazy, I know, that when you get beaten you gain in self-esteem, but that was how it was for me. Then I would wake in the night, horny as hell, dreaming of being caned again. I also dreamed that you would fuck me, not sweetly and gently as my boyfriends do, but hard, roughly, and without any care for my feelings. I came several times fingering myself as I lived that fantasy in my mind.

"After a while my boyfriends seemed impotent compared with the image I had of you and so I dropped them. I found I worked harder at college and passed all my exams, topping most of my classes much to my lecturers' surprise. They asked how I managed to pull myself together so quickly, but of course I couldn't tell them the real reason, so I just mumbled something about will power. I wondered what I should do for the summer vacation and decided that my normal swimming and sunbathing naked on California's nude beaches was old hat. I wanted something new, something challenging. So I talked about it with Mom, who said it was worth a try even though you were no longer into the lifestyle. The worst that could happen would be you could send me home, but I really hope you're not going to do that. So here I am, yours to command."

She dropped her eyes as she finished, resuming the demeanor of a sub.

Can one ever really give up the lifestyle when once they have experienced it? Deep down I could feel a certain something stirring, especially as I thought of her luscious breasts, turgid nipples, her shaved pussy, the tanned globes of her ass criss-crossed by the welts left by the cane, and her erect clit before it was cruelly punished by the final cane stroke.

"I'm not sure what you expect if you're here," I replied slowly, thinking hard whether I wanted to encourage or discourage her. "If you do stay you will be fucked, hard and often, you will be caned, whipped, restrained and given many painful torments. You will scream in agony and in pleasure, sob in pain and sheer utter relief. I will expect you to give yourself to me willingly every time I ask and to do whatever I ask no matter how painful or demeaning. I will also take care of you. Ensure that you are safe at all times and will never do anything that you truly do not wish to do. So if you choose to stay, we will negotiate some hard limits, things which are completely off limits for you, and also you will have a safe word, a word you can use if you absolutely, desperately need me to stop what I'm doing."

She took all that in silently and without comment.

"You may speak, and ask any questions you may have," I added.

"Thank you, Sir, I have no questions. I accept what you have proposed, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I must confess I had expected her to have run for the door long before this, yet she was still here, acting the part of the sub, quite calmly accepting several weeks of what many people would think of as hell.

"You're sure that you completely accept all that I've said so far?"

"Yes, Sir."

"OK, so hard limits, what would you include in this category? What would you absolutely not do?"

"I don't know, Sir."

Of course, I thought, how could she know when she hadn't experienced the lifestyle?

"OK, let's take it as it comes. Before we do anything I will tell you in detail what we'll be doing and you can then tell me if there is anything in that which you really will not do. Are you agreeable to that?"

"Yes, Sir, that sounds very fair. Thank you, Sir."

"So first off, during the time that you're here you will remain naked unless I tell you to wear some clothes. If I do order you to wear clothes, I will specify what you will wear. We will go shopping for some clothes and you will wear them whenever and wherever I tell you. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Fine, so strip now please."

Once again I was treated to the erotic sight of Ellie-Mae removing her clothing in front of me, exposing her voluptuous body piece by piece as she carefully removed each piece of clothing, folded it and placed it in her bag, in contrast to her previous attitude. Very soon she was completely nude.

"Come over here and let me inspect you, Ellie-Mae."

She walked over, eyes cast down, and I examined the remains of my handiwork from a few weeks ago. The marks on her ass were almost completely healed, small patches of new skin being slightly less tanned than the original. 

"Spread your legs wide."

She did and I examined her lips and clit, all of which had apparently healed perfectly. I dipped my fingers into her cunt and transferred some of her copious juices onto her clit. I rubbed gently and was rewarded with a slight moan as she became more aroused and pressed her pussy against my hand.

"It's good to see your clit is still sensitive. Have you masturbated to orgasm since you were last here?"

"Yes, Sir, many times, Sir, especially as I thought about you caning me and of the pleasures you would give me during my vacation, Sir."

"Good. While you're here you must not touch yourself sexually, masturbate or cum without my permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You know you're a very sexy girl, don't you?"

"I've been told that in the past, Sir, and I hope you also find me sexy, Sir."

"Hmmm, yes I do. I wouldn't be taking you on if I didn't. Are you on any form of contraception?"

"Yes, Sir, I started the pill at the start of my last cycle, Sir, once I decided to come here and see if you would train me during my vacation. I hoped that our activities might involve sex, Sir.

"Yes, they certainly will, I promise you."

I became aware that my cock was hard as a steel rod and could feel precum drooling out the tip. It was time to give her a test.

"In fact, right now I feel very sexy. I want you on your knees between my legs and I want you to give me a blow job."

She was on her knees in a split second and had my cock in her hands a second later. Her boyfriends had obviously availed themselves of this service in the past. She licked the precum off the head of my cock then carefully cupped my balls, massaging them, tightening her fingers around my scrotum and gently pulling downwards while at the same time kissing and licking my cock head. She moved her tongue around my head for a while then began to suck my cock inside her mouth. If I was expecting a shallow, quick suck I was mistaken. After a minute she repositioned herself so that her head was further back, straightening her gullet, and then moved her head forwards taking my full nine inches down her throat. I nearly came then. The feel of her lips against the root of my cock as my whole length was inside her and she gently pulled my balls downward, keeping me from cumming, was totally mind-blowing. I had never felt that before, especially from someone who I considered to be a novice. No wonder she was never short of boyfriends.

After a few seconds she withdrew off my cock to gasp for a few breaths of air, before repeating the process, gently moving forward and backward to stimulate my cock. She continued this pattern for at least ten minutes, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, yet always preventing this, knowing exactly when to decrease the stimulation to prevent me cumming, pulling on my balls just enough to delay orgasm yet not so hard that it was painful. If she was a whore, she'd be a million dollar one.

Eventually, of course, even her techniques couldn't prevent the inevitable. 

"I'm going to cum." I told her, expecting her to remove my cock from her mouth.

Instead she renewed her efforts, lessening the downward pull on my balls and increasing her to and fro movements, stimulating my cock irresistibly. I came hard, feeling my cock expand as the muscles contracted to force my hot cum into her throat. I watched in awe as she swallowed every drop before removing her mouth and taking several huge gasps of air. She then continued manually pumping my cock, licking each drop as it appeared, milking my cock of every last drop of sperm. Once that was accomplished, she knelt back on her heels, eyes cast down, and waited.

Whew, it was difficult to realize that this was a novice sub. She was acting as though she had been trained very well and had been practicing for years.

"Thank you, Ellie-Mae. That was easily the best blowjob I've ever had. Who taught you to give a blowjob like that?"

Ellie-Mae blushed. "Thank you, Sir," she replied, eyes still downcast. "My Mom told me how to do it and I've been practicing on my boyfriends, Sir."

"Hmmm, yes, that figures," I replied, remembering Sue's expertise in oral sex from way back. "Do you think you deserve to cum?"

"I would very much like to cum, please Sir, if you think I deserve that."

"Yes, I think you do. The time for abstinence will come, but not on our first night. Would you be willing to sleep in my bed tonight and allow me to make love with you?"

"Yes please, Sir," she replied eagerly.

"I cannot guarantee that you will sleep in my bed every night, in fact you probably won't. A normal sub would never sleep with their Master. However, for tonight we'll make an exception and in future we'll just see how things progress. Would you like a drink before bed?"

"Yes please, Sir."

I didn't want this Dom-sub relationship with Ellie-Mae full time for the next eight weeks. I would really like this gorgeous woman as a lover and friend for some of the time, with her acting as my sub at other times. It was time to put this relationship on a firmer footing.

"OK, we'll have the drinks soon. So the first thing I'm going to teach you is that we are going to play differing roles during your vacation. For much of your vacation I want us to be lovers and friends, maybe even rising to the status of partners, time will tell. But for other times I most definitely will be your Dom and you will be my sub. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"So I will have two commands which I want you to remember. If I say "roles" then you are the sub, I am the Dom. If I say "friends" then we are normal people enjoying the normal pleasures that a boyfriend and girlfriend will enjoy. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"There are two exceptions. When we are in friends mode, you still are not permitted to touch yourself sexily or to masturbate, but you are allowed to ask me to do that for you, and you will still wear whatever clothing I tell you to wear. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Right, then friends it is as from now this evening."

Ellie-Mae looked up at me to ensure that she was permitted to do this, then stood up and sat down beside me. She placed her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you so much for this. It's a dream come true being here. I feel so hot and horny and sexy it's just unreal. When you came down my throat I almost came myself. Please take me to bed and make love to me, darling."

What could I do? I picked her up and took her to the bedroom.

"You get ready for bed. The ensuite is through there, towels in the closet if you want a shower. I'll get your bag, presumably you have a toothbrush, and I'll get you a drink. Back in a few moments."

By the time I arrived back she was in the shower. I quickly stripped and joined her there, where I massaged and washed her slippery wet body. She pressed against me and kissed me on the lips.

"That is allowed, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, of course, but only in friends mode," I replied before kissing her back.

We dried each other, cleaned our teeth then climbed into bed, where she immediately took control.

"I'm so wet, and it's not from the shower," she whispered into my ear. "Please make love to me."

I turned the light down as she rolled me onto my back and spread her legs to straddle my hips. 

"Please massage my breasts and nipples, darling" she whispered.

My hands went to her breasts as though they were magnetized, and within seconds I was eliciting moans of pleasure as I squeezed her breasts and rolled her engorged nipples between fingers and thumb, pulling them away from her chest to lengthen them to almost two inches, before letting them spring back. She was wet. I could feel a puddle of her juices gathering, dripping from between her legs onto my abdomen. I moved one hand down there, finding her huge clit almost ready to burst.

"Oh yesssss, darling, squeeze my clit. It's been so sensitive since you caned it. I do want you to do that again please sometime."

"Well, when we're in roles mode I will take great pleasure in caning your clit. But right now I simply want to play with it and bring you as close as possible to orgasm before I roll over and go to sleep."

"You wouldn't!" she exclaimed, concern showing on her face.

"Well, I could, but tonight I won't. It doesn't mean I won't in future though when we're in roles mode."

It took only a few more seconds of stimulation of her clit before she was cumming hard, lying on me, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone and breasts against the hairs on my chest, gaining as much stimulation as possible as she moaned and thrashed about in the throes of a huge orgasm. Watching her caused my cock to stand to attention, despite the enormous orgasm I had only a short time before. She felt my cock prodding at her vulva and as she came down from her cum she lifted herself up and sat on it, hard. It immediately penetrated to the end of her cunt with no resistance. Was she ever wet! She then sat there, smiling, as though she was the cat who had licked the cream. 

I could feel her cunt muscles still pulsing from her orgasm as I reached up and once again stimulated her nipples, rolling them, gradually increasing the pressure until it must have hurt her. She simply rolled her head on her shoulders, eyes closed, and moaned, in either pain or pleasure or that weird mix of both that only BDSM can bring. I began slowly moving her backwards and forwards on my cock, feeling the head massaging the end of her passage. She felt huge. Then she opened her eyes and smiled broadly. The next second her cunt muscles contracted around my cock so it could barely move. I struggled to move her back and forth but it felt like my cock was locked in a vice. Then, still smiling broadly, she relaxed her muscles and her cunt was normal, with friction against the sides of my cock. A few seconds later it was once again huge, with enough room for several more in the end as my head moved about, barely touching the sides.

"You like that?" she asked, grinning broadly. "I've been doing pussy muscle exercise for years. Mom put me onto it and it sure as hell surprises boyfriends. It's like having three girls in one."

"You are just so awesome, so full of surprises," I told her, loving this girl more each minute.

We got down to the business or making love and after around ten minutes of gentle fucking and playing we both came hard, she opening her cunt so I could squirt my cum inside her before tightening it to milk every last drop she could get. We rolled onto our sides and slept, cuddling each other, still holding my rapidly wilting cock in her grasping cunt.

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Ellie-Mae's Journal - Week 1

Yay, he's accepted me. Awesome!! He's so cool. I don't think he expected to ever see me again - I love surprising people. Him especially. And he's so cool, even having two modes, friends when we're actually a lot more than friends, lovers really; and roles, where he's the Dom and I'm his sub.

We went into friends mode and then he took me to bed and fucked me beautifully. Geez he's got a cock to die for. Long and thick, not like the scrawny ones some of my exes have. He really filled me up. I came so hard and loved it when he really squeezed my nipples hard. It hurt so good. I tried my cunt muscle tricks on him and I think he was impressed. We slept together that first night. Wow!! I had maybe expected and hoped that would happen sometime, but first night!!??? Yeah, seems like it'll be an awesome vacation, just the best.

He's really sexy to look at. Sometimes in roles mode I have to concentrate really hard to stop myself looking at him. I don't know what will happen if I do; I guess he'll punish me. Oh I really want to feel that cane again, especially on my clit. That hurt soooo good, so I guess I'll have to be bad for that to happen. Right now I think he's impressed by how well trained I seem to be. So glad Mom told me how she'd been trained as a sub. So maybe I'll try to deliberately be bad once a day so he'll punish me. Oh I hope he does.

He told me that he'll be buying me some clothes which I have to wear when he tells me. That's great, I love new clothes. I hope they're really sexy so I can shock others and turn him on good. I've always been an exhibitionist, which is why I enjoy nude sunbathing in public, and with him beside me I know I'll be safe from being hit on by sleaze balls.

So after we made love and slept that first night, when we woke up I didn't even get a kiss but we went straight into roles mode. I tumbled out of bed quickly and knelt by the bed, with my eyes looking at the floor. I would really have liked to stay in bed and fuck, but maybe some other time. I think he was impressed but he didn't tell me that. All he did was to order me to go outside and collect the paper from the letterbox.




The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 02



I looked for my clothes to put on and he became irate, telling me I must have forgotten that I was to remain naked unless told to wear clothes. Oh!! I suddenly realized he wanted me to collect the paper from outside completely nude. Oh well, bring on the exhibitionist in me. I went to the front door and cracked it open, checking the street. Nobody visible, so I walked outside and down the path to the box. Just as I reached the box a cyclist rode along the sidewalk and stared at me. He nearly fell off his bike. I managed a 'Good morning' to him as I removed the paper and scurried back inside. Hope he gets off on that little incident today.

Once I was inside I took a few moments to quieten my breathing before taking the paper to my Dom in bed, with my eyes cast down, kneeling beside the bed as I waited for more instructions. He thanked me, which was nice; I hadn't expected that in roles mode. Then he asked me to make a cup of coffee and bring it to him, telling me how he liked it, and telling me also I could make one for myself. I managed to find everything in his kitchen and brought the coffees into his (our?) room. He thanked me again, which was nice because he really doesn't have to, at least I think that's how it is as a Dom. I looked at him and smiled, ooops. Big mistake. Or was it. He immediately told me to get my eyes down and kneel by the bed. I did that quickly and he ignored me for several minutes, then told me I could go and get my coffee from the kitchen. I hurried out and brought it back in, putting it on the floor, then knelt beside the bed while he continued to read the paper and sip his coffee. I drank some of mine too.

Once he'd finished his coffee he told me to take the cups back to the kitchen and he climbed out of bed. I managed to catch a glimpse of his cock which was half hard. Even then it was huge. Oh I so wanted to suck it and fuck it, but I behaved myself and took the cups out, finished my coffee, then knelt on the floor in the kitchen after putting the cups on the bench.

He entered the kitchen fully dressed, carrying a large paddle with holes in it. Uh oh, I thought, this was for raising my eyes, I knew. He sat on a chair in the dining room and called me over. He then made me tell him what I had done wrong and he told me he would give me 5 swats on the ass with the paddle. He had me bend over his knee with my feet and hands on the floor. He spread my feet wider with his foot then he felt my ass and pussy with his hand. Of course I was wet, which he commented on. He spread my lubrication over my ass cheeks, gently rubbing it in, which of course made me feel really horny. Then without warning I felt the paddle hit my ass. It really hurt, less sting and more a bruising type of pain than the cane. He rubbed my ass again where he'd hit, then another whack. This went on for the 5 whacks he'd promised then he told me to kneel beside the chair. He held the paddle for me to kiss, which I did, smelling my arousal on it, then he stood and replaced it in the cupboard. 

He called me over and showed me where he kept the BDSM gear. He has a large locker, almost a small room, full of it. He showed me the canes, whips, floggers, paddles and lots of other items which I didn't know names of or uses for. My cunt juices were running down my legs as I became so aroused at the thought of the joy and pain they could all bring me. He asked if I had any questions so I asked what a large board with various straps attached was. It looked really interesting.

He asked if I'd like to sample its use, so of course I said yes, wondering why I did. He dragged it out of the locker and placed it in the center of the lounge floor, moving furniture away so there was space around it. He then told me to lie on my back on the padded area with my head at one end. It all made sense then. The straps were adjustable and he fastened one under my arms above my boobs, two on each arm, and one across my tummy. He left the forehead one off so I could raise my head a little. He then showed me that he could fasten me flat on the board or he could bend me at my hips and fasten my legs in any position he wanted. He asked if I enjoyed having my clit caned and I said yes.

He then positioned my legs so my thighs were vertical and spread widely apart. My cunt felt so open. I was almost embarrassed feeling the cool air on my open pussy as my knees were tied down so they almost touched the floor. What a view he must have had. I looked at his hips and noticed a huge lump in his trousers so he was really turned on too. I love it when I can turn men on like that.

He then got a cane from the rack and placed it on the board so that one end was resting on my pussy. I could feel it just lying gently on my clit dead center between my lips. I really wanted him to move it and caress my clit but of course I couldn't say that. He then fiddled with something on the board and before I knew it the cane was pressing quite hard against my clit and also against my hood ring as he fastened the other end flat against the board. Even without my head restraint I couldn't see all that was happening because my boobs were in the way. He then placed one finger on the end that rested on my clit and lifted the cane a little bit before letting it go. Of course it sprung back and hit my clit, softly because he apparently hadn't lifted it far. Even so it sent a small wave of pain through me before that was swamped with another wave of arousal. I could feel my clit engorging still further even with the cane pressing on it.

He then looked at me and licked his lips, obviously wanting to fuck me I hoped, but probably not 'cos fucking was for friends mode, not roles mode. Or was that making love? I don't really know. Is there even a difference? Anyway, he lifted the end of the cane off my clit again, but I still couldn't see how far. He then released it and this time it stung quite badly. It took maybe 10 seconds for the sting to go and the sexy feelings to appear. He asked me what I thought of this little toy and I replied that it was interesting; well what was I supposed to say? He obviously knew it would hurt and that it would turn me on. He then told me one more.

This time he lifted the end really high, so I could see it despite my boobs. It must have been at least 18 inches off me and I cringed as I imagined it crushing my clit to pulp. He grinned at me, watching my concerned face, then he lowered the end quite a lot and let it go. I screamed involuntarily. I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't help it. A jolt of sheer agony pulsed through my body from my clit and if I'd been able I know I would have writhed in the pain. My breathing was really fast and I felt a little light headed from the pain until that went, then I felt sexy as hell and just wanted his cock in my cunt. I looked up at him, I couldn't help that because my head was pointed so I could only look upwards and to the side, and he was grinning a wide grin.

He asked if I'd like to sample anything else right now and I told him no. However, that wasn't what he wanted to hear and he looked cross, telling me that I was going to anyway. He left the cane pressing my sore but sexy clit and brought out some other stuff including some round elastic. I watched with interest as he took one length of elastic and started winding it around the base of my left boob. The more he wound the tighter it became and as he kept winding it between the last turn and my ribs, my boob became longer and bigger all the time. He tucked the end under the last turn then did the same on my right boob. Soon both boobs looked huge and swollen and were turning purple. The nipples were really swollen. He gave each nipple a flick, causing brief pain then increasing my sexual stimulation even more. He told me it was a pity I hadn't just had a baby because these nipples would be so great to milk. Yuk. I thought they only did that to animals, but I guess they can do it to women as well. He then got a couple of small cup-like devices which he placed over my nipples, then connected tubes to them which were attached to a device with a handle. He then started pumping the handle and I felt the devices on my nipples sucking the nipples inside them as they moved down my boobs, gradually compressing more and more of my boobs as they sucked more and more nipple inside. It was painful but soooo sexy. I'd never felt my nipples as sexy as they were. After a few more strokes he stopped and disconnected the pipes from the devices, which seemed to keep the suction inside and stayed firmly on my boobs.

He then smiled at me again and licked his lips, then asked if I wanted more. I replied that I did - why did I do that? I was now beyond sexy. I felt like I needed to cum and that it would only take a little clit stimulation to get there. Obviously I had forgotten that I wasn't allowed to cum without permission - that was a mistake. He removed the cane then took another cup like were on my nipples and placed it over my clit and clit hood, so the ring was inside it too. I couldn't see this, only feel it. I presume he then fitted the tube to it and I saw him pumping as I felt my clit, clit hood and other parts down there being sucked up into this cup. 

OMG, my clit felt huge. It was throbbing and pulsing, sending waves of stimulation through my body. My huge red nipples, which I could see, were also pulsing in time with my clit and my cunt muscles were working overtime, clenching and releasing as they pumped juices out to fall onto the board. Seeing my Dom watching me and slowly licking his lips as though I was a feast to devour was just the last straw. With a strangled cry I came hard, moving my body on the board as much as I could, my feet waving frantically in the air as the sensations just washed through me, bounced off the ends and met again at my clit. I have never cum like that before. 

I must have passed out for a bit because the next thing I remember was my Dom unwrapping my boobs. The cups had all gone and I was panting hard from my exertions. After a few more minutes he had me completely undone from the board, my boobs prickling as the blood circulation came back. My Dom did not look happy, which I was surprised to find really disappointed me. I felt great, except for apparently having displeased my Dom. He then told me that I had cum without permission and would be punished for that later. Oh well, I did want to be a bit bad so I could feel the cane; I guess I'd succeeded.

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"You can stand up now," I said offering my hand to Ellie-Mae as she lay on the board. "Time for breakfast."

She took my hand and we walked into the kitchen.

"While we have breakfast, let's also have friends mode," I suggested.

Ellie-Mae immediately looked into my eyes and came over and gave me a big kiss and hug.

"I really like friends mode," she said as she moved her hand over my partly hard cock and caressed it through my pants. "Time to play?"

"No, not time to play," I replied, "Time to eat then punishment time for cumming without permission."

"Oh, you can be such a grouch," she replied.

"Standards are standards and if you insist on falling below the standards that have been explained to you, then punishment is the best way of reminding you of your obligations as a sub. Meanwhile, what do you want to eat?"

We ate our breakfasts on the back deck, an area that was relatively private. It would have taken a determined neighbor to view the naked beauty on display. The warm sunshine poured down like liquid honey and soon I was feeling the heat in my long sleeved shirt and trousers. I left her on the deck and went to change into something cooler. When I returned she was lying on the soft grass with her eyes closed sunbathing. She stirred as I approached.

"What a beautiful day and a beautiful place to enjoy it," she commented. "You really should try it nude; it's a lot cooler."

"After your punishment in roles mode, seeing it's Sunday we can go to one of the nude beaches and sunbathe and swim there if you like. However, around here I will always be clothed except at night because then we can slip into roles mode if necessary. But right now I want us to go back into roles mode so I can punish you. So, on your feet, inside, clean up the kitchen and breakfast dishes then report to me in your usual manner once you've finished."

"Yes, Sir."

Ellie-Mae did as she was ordered, spending a while cleaning the kitchen until it was spotless, then found me and, with eyes cast downward, knelt by my chair as I checked my emails. I ignored her until I had finished and was ready to deal with her.

"Your next task is to clean up the equipment from the lounge into the cupboard from whence it came. You will need to also clean your juices off the board and anything else they have contaminated. Once you have completed this task, select an instrument for your punishment and bring it to me in the usual manner."

"Yes, Sir."

I heard her cleaning and putting away the equipment from the lounge while I ran a polishing cloth over my BMW in the garage. When I thought she should be ready I walked into the lounge in time to see her putting the last items in the storeroom. I sat in my chair and waited, wondering what instrument of punishment she would select. She surprised me as she walked back into the room carrying a coiled single-tailed whip. She knelt beside my chair with her eyes cast down and waited.

What should I do? The whip could cause immense harm to her if wielded in an over-exuberant manner, but she probably didn't have the experience to know that. Yet if I wielded it gently, as I well could, she would not have the respect for it that it deserved. I decided to question her choice.

"Why did you choose this whip?"

"It looked nice, Sir, and I want to experience all the instruments you have there, Sir."

"This whip can do a lot of permanent damage to a person if it's not used carefully. Are you sure you want me to use this on you now?"

"Yes, Sir. I trust you to use it on me in a manner that I deserve, Sir."

I was amazed. I had never had a sub who was so trusting of me after such a short time. She was a Dom's dream come true. Well, if she wanted to feel the whip, she could.

"I'll give you six strokes of the whip, each one slightly harder than the previous one. I will also let you experience the feel of the whip in various modes, both when the popper cracks against your skin and when the whip wraps around your body. I will try hard not to inflict permanent marks on your skin but I cannot completely guarantee that. Do you accept this, Ellie-Mae?"

"Yes, Sir, I accept this completely and know you would never do anything to harm me permanently if you could avoid it, Sir. I trust you completely to know what's best for me, Sir."

"Follow me," I replied standing up and walking to the double garage, one bay of which was empty. 

When we arrived in the empty bay I took some wrist bindings from a locker. I fastened the bindings to her wrists and then attached the bindings to a hook hanging from a beam in the middle of the empty bay. I then used the rope to hoist her arms upwards until she was standing on tip toes on the floor. I then took an adjustable spreader bar and attached it to her ankles and spread her ankles apart as far as the bar would extend. Her feet were now several inches off the floor and she was swinging gently from the beam by her wrists. I admired the view for a few seconds; she looked gorgeous.

"Is that not too uncomfortable?" I asked.

"No, Sir, it's fine, Sir."

I uncoiled the whip to its full length and gave it a swish. Then I put more energy into it and caused the popper to crack with a loud bang. I noticed a look of consternation cross her face.

"You're still sure this is OK?" I asked her.

"Yes, Sir."

"In case you need me to stop, you have two safe words. The first is amber, which means that you are approaching the limit of what you can stand, and the other is red, which means I must stop immediately, release you from the equipment and deal to whatever it is that is causing you the pain. Do you understand the use of these safe words?"

"Yes, Sir."

I carefully measured the distance by eye and gave her one soft stroke. The whip reached out to her lazily, the bend in it moving slowly at first, then faster as the whip became thinner, to finally crack against her left ass cheek. She flinched but made no sound. A red mark started to develop at the point of impact.

I then stepped slightly further away and aimed for her right ass cheek, putting more energy into the stroke. I took one further step backward and cracked the whip hard, knowing that it wouldn't quite reach her skin. The popper cracking an inch or so from her ass caused her to give a small shriek.

"Ooops, sorry, Sir."

"I'll let you off that one this time," I replied.

I took that small step forward again, using less energy to again flick the whip, causing the popper to crack at the same time as it impacted against her right ass cheek. She made no sound but bit her lip and screwed up her face in pain as the sting spread from the impact area. A bright red line appeared on her ass cheek, with tiny flecks of blood.

My next stroke was closer and aimed at her waist. I caused the whip to coil itself around her body, tightening as it did so, leaving an imprint of the plaited hide on her skin, with the popper flicking against her to leave an imprint, though not as definite as that on her ass cheek. Ellie-Mae writhed from the stinging pain of both the popper and the rough texture of the plaited leather.

I had three strokes to go and three obvious points to aim for. The last three strokes were similar to my first, accurate but not powerful enough to break the skin or do any lasting harm. I aimed carefully for the first, measuring the distance by eye, then swung my arm. The whip reached out towards her left nipple, the end of the popper flicking it painfully as it passed soundlessly.

"Mmmmppphhhh," Ellie-Mae grunted through tightly compressed lips, trying desperately to keep the sound in while wanting equally desperately to scream as the pain coursed through her from her tortured nipple.

She obviously guessed where the next stroke was aimed and it also was on target, the popper flicking her right nipple as it passed. Ellie-Mae was more successful this time and kept completely silent as her body shook with pain and tears ran down her cheeks. No prizes for guessing my last target.

I stood in front of her and gazed into her terrified eyes as she cast about desperately to find an escape from what she knew was the last stroke. I flicked the whip casually, enjoying this game of cat and mouse as the terror rose to fever pitch in her mind. Once again I carefully measured the distance by eye, then flicked the whip at about the same power as the previous two strokes. The whip reached towards her, lower than the other strokes, and I watched the end few inches approach her exposed clitoris and the popper contact it, flicking it upwards hard. Ellie-Mae had no chance of stopping her reaction.

"AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!" she screamed, the scream echoing off the unlined walls of the garage. Her hips went into overdrive, trying desperately to dissipate the stinging pain from her sensitive clit. Her body shook uncontrollably, tears pouring from her eyes as she stared at me with a look of complete unadulterated hatred. For a few moments I wondered if I had done the right thing in using this whip on her so early in the piece. Then again, I thought, she must recognize that her choices had consequences.

Slowly she relaxed and hung from her wrists. I carefully released her first from her spreader bar, then from the rope, lowering her until she could stand before removing her wrist bindings. She rubbed her wrists first, then reached down and gently felt and rubbed her clit and nipples before standing with her eyes downcast awaiting my command.




The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 02



"Ellie-Mae, I want you to look at me, look into my eyes," I ordered.

She raised her head and did as I commanded. Her tears were gone, though the tracks were still visible on her face, and she had a slight smile and seemed to have a new sense of confidence about her.

"Ellie-Mae, please answer me honestly, how do you feel?"

"I feel fine now, Sir. The impact points on my body, especially nipples and clit, feel tender, as I would expect, but they are not sore. Thank you for being so careful, Sir."

"You did very well to accept that punishment, Ellie-Mae. I used the whip against my better judgement because you needed to learn that choices have consequences. I am very proud of you for accepting this punishment and not using the safe words. Well done."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Now, I think it's time we went into friends mode, had some lunch then went to the beach. So we're now in friends mode."

Ellie-Mae approached me and gave me a deep kiss and a long, loving hug. As I clasped her, she began shaking, tears streaming once again down her face as she just held me and I held her until the emotions had passed. Once that had happened, we packed up the equipment, Ellie-Mae coiled the whip and we both went into the house, Ellie-Mae putting the whip back into its storage place before joining me in the kitchen.

"How's my ass look after those two strokes on the cheeks," she asked.

I inspected her ass, not an onerous task, and was able to report that there were small red marks and what looked like a scratch on the right cheek, but that was all. Similarly when I inspected her clit, at her request, it also looked to be in almost perfect condition.

"I'm so pleased with that," she said when I gave her the news, "I hope you have plans to use that and my nipples later in the day so I wouldn't want them to be out of service. Sometime later in our relationship I want you to give me one stroke of that whip at full power please."

"Hmmm, we'll see. That would be very damaging. Let's eat."

We sat on the deck, now in the shade, and ate lunch, drinking some cool lemonade, and discussed what we were going to do for the remainder of the day.

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Ellie-Mae's Journal - Week 1 (continued)

Wow, what a day today's been. I made the big mistake of cumming without permission so I needed to be punished. OK, I'll accept that. Then when I was offered the opportunity to choose my punishment instrument I chose a long single- tailed whip. Sir gave me the opportunity to change but stupidly I didn't. He gave me six strokes and I know he was going really easy on me. He'd told me he didn't want to use it on me but I'd almost insisted, silly me. The strokes on my ass and around my waist were OK, but the three on nipples and clit were sheer agony. I so nearly called red after the first nipple one, but thought what the hell, I can take it. My clit and nipples still burn from the onslaught as I lie on the sand at Marshall Beach, soaking up some rays. I'm on my stomach so those tender bits don't get sun as well as whip burnt. However, I'll survive.

One thing that is interesting is how good I feel about myself now I've received this punishment. It's sort of a challenge - how much can I take? Always there's the feeling of what's next? I really love my Dom, yet how do I tell him? We're in friends mode at present and it's great just being able to hang out with him, but he's old enough to be my father yet he's fucking me and I want to fuck him too. All the time. Weird. Part of me wonders what it would be like to live with him forever, have kids together, etc. Part of me thinks that's weird; the romantic part says why not? So far I have more questions than answers. But then again, I've been with him less than 24 hours so obviously it's early days yet. Must be sleep in the sun time.

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The sun slowly approached the horizon and the breeze, which had been so cooling, suddenly became cold.

"Ellie-May, it's probably time we were heading off. You also look like you're a bit burnt."

"Yes, darling, I possibly am. Certainly my clit and nipples feel a bit whip burnt but the rest of me also knows I've been in the sun. I did turn over half way through though to try to even out my exposure."

"Yeah, there was a string of guys coming past you all afternoon looking at your exposure," I laughed. "Lucky me."

"Yeah, were there a string of girls coming to see your exposure too?" she asked.

"Ah, so that's why all those gorgeous women kept walking past me."

"So long as they kept walking, that's fine."

"You wouldn't be trying to limit my choices, would you? Not already, surely," I asked, only semi-jokingly.

"Well, who knows. You'd be quite a catch, you know, probably until they find out you like whipping pussies and nipples, then they'd be off like a shot."

"Yes, tell me about it," I replied ruefully.

We packed our gear into our bags, dressed in our clothes, Ellie-Mae's a very brief bikini which hid almost nothing while I was wearing boring old board shorts. I gazed at her longingly, thinking how strange it is that we've changed so much in beachwear. It used to be the women who covered up and the men who wore brief swimwear, now it's the reverse. I cannot see the point of wearing knee length 'shorts' in the water, however, that's society's expectation. Maybe I'll rebel sometime soon.

We drove the 20 minutes to home where we unloaded the car, Ellie-Mae stripping off her bikini before the garage door was even closed, obviously enjoying the freedom of nudity, compulsory or otherwise. After we had sorted our gear into some order she approached me and put her arm around my neck, feeling for my cock with her other hand. As she kissed me deeply she began massaging my cock through my shorts, quickly gaining a response.

"I can see that we'll have to go into roles mode for longer simply so you don't wear me out," I joked.

"Hmmm, I hope not, darling. Do you wanna go to bed with me, honey?" she asked, pushing downwards on the waistband of my shorts.

I kissed her again on the mouth, hard, then pulled away, held her at arm's length and told her we are now going into roles mode. The disappointment on her face was unbelievably sad to see, but I remained firm and she dropped her eyes and knelt at my feet.

"Now, my little sexy minx, I'm going to stimulate you but remember that you're not to cum. Stand up and follow me."

"Yes, Sir," she replied obediently.

I led her to the bedroom.

"Lie down on the bed."

She lay on the bed and I positioned her so she was in the center and on her back, her legs and arms pointed to the four corners. I then went to each corner in turn, taking the wrist and ankle cuffs that were attached to the bed and fastening them to her wrists and ankles, adjusting them so she was spread-eagled with some tension trying to pull her wider. I then opened a drawer and removed some toys and set a timer on the dresser for 30 minutes.

Firstly I used a feather duster to move gently over her body, tickling her skin all over, before oiling my hands and beginning to massage her abdomen, slowly working my way upwards to breasts and downwards to thighs and lower legs, missing the hip area so far. By now she was writhing as much as possible, trying to move so that she could gain more stimulation. I placed a blindfold over her eyes and continued my attack, slowly moving into the pelvic region as well as concentrating on her breasts and nipples with my other hand. Gently I ran my fingers through her well lubricated trench, inserting one, then two fingers into her gushing cunt. I massaged her G spot gently, watching as she writhed in response and noting her increased breathing rate. She began moving her hips in fucking motions, trying to press her clit against my hand or anything to gain some stimulation.

"Don't you even think of cumming without my permission," I warned, receiving a strained, "Yes, Sir" as a response.

I checked the timer; ten minutes to go. I could see that she wasn't going to last that long if I continued with my activities, so I eased off slightly. I wanted her to pass this test, not fail it. I stimulated her gently, rubbing her clit a few times then moving on, only to come back to it a little later, again for a few strokes, then on again. She was making small mewling sounds, probably totally unconsciously, and I could tell she was almost ready to cum. Two minutes to go. I eased back still further, holding her just before the point of no return.

The timer dinged and I stopped everything, removing her blindfold and watched as she lay there. She was now moaning softly, moving her hips up and down in simulated coitus, writhing in unfulfilled lust. I put my head beside hers.

"Cum for me," I whispered into her ear.

Her eyes opened wide, her breathing increased in depth and rate, her hips went into a frenzy, after a few seconds she began her mewling sounds again and then she seemed to explode, writhing uncontrollably as she came hard without any further stimulation. Gradually her movements and sounds decreased and her breathing slowed. She opened her eyes, remembering she was still in roles mode and looking downwards, not meeting my eyes.

"What a good little slut you are, Ellie-Mae. Well done."

"Thank you, Sir."

I untied her and she sat up on the bed.

"So what can you do for me?" I asked.

Quickly she got onto her knees and pulled my shorts down, causing my rampant cock to sway as it waved in her face. She gently licked and sucked the head before once again taking it full depth into her throat. The feelings were sensational and I allowed her to continue for a while before I told her that I would punish her if she made me cum before I gave her permission to. She immediately stopped, obviously thinking of the implications. She had the unenviable task of giving me pleasure while at the same time ensuring that I didn't go over the edge. Too little or too much and she knew she would be punished. She deep-throated me again, holding me there for nearly a minute before she needed to gasp for air. She then withdrew me from her mouth and lay on her back on the bed, her legs spread wide in an obvious invitation. I accepted with alacrity, climbing onto her and sinking my hard cock into her very wet cunt, at the same time reaching out and setting the timer for 30 minutes. I began moving back and forth quickly, fucking her hard, trying to cum as soon as possible. 

She saw the obvious problem with that and bent her legs, wrapping her legs around my torso to slow me down. I was as deep inside her as possible but I was unable to move, unable to continue the frenetic fucking that had been bringing me towards orgasm so rapidly. I struggled to continue fucking her but she held on and I felt my urge to cum slowly recede. Then I felt it, her vaginal walls slowly fluttering, tantalizingly arousing my cock without me moving. I felt her talented cunt grip and release my cock, then she allowed me a small amount of movement. I felt myself starting to approach orgasm once again, only to be stopped and have my cock once more stimulated gently by her fluttering cunt walls as it was this time in the middle of a huge chamber as she opened her vagina to its maximum size.

This type of on again, off again stimulation continued for what seemed to be an age. I looked at the timer, only five minutes left. I wanted to punish her, wanted to feel the slash of my cane against her unprotected ass cheeks. I needed to force her to let me cum in the next five minutes. I renewed my efforts to fuck her hard only to once again be stymied by the tight grip of her legs and the tighter grip of her cunt muscles. I was so close, nearly there, another few thrusts and I would cum and spew my sperm into her cunt before beating her ass with a cane. The thought of it nearly made me cum but the timer beat me. As it sounded, she relaxed.

"Make me cum now," I commanded.

She did a very quick about turn, moving her hips against mine, stimulating me as she moved her vaginal walls against the sensitive skin on my cock, pressing the head with her cervix until, with the best will in the world, I could hold on no longer. I came; squirting my hot cum into her cunt as she used her muscles to milk every last drop from me. I collapsed onto her, relaxing against her body, breathing hard, as was she, hampered by my weight. After a few seconds I took my weight on my elbows and lifted myself off her, her nipples being the only points of contact. 

I rolled off her and lay alongside, both of us recovering from our wonderful orgasms. Eventually I spoke to her.

"You know, BDSM really doesn't involve love making between Dom and sub. Any sex is more a punishment and it's supposed to be demeaning to the sub. So I guess that really we have a BDSM relationship with benefits."

"Yes, Sir."

"OK, after what we've just done, the pleasure we've brought each other, 'Yes, Sir' is hardly an appropriate response. We're now in friends mode." 

"Oh, thank you, that was just wonderful," she gushed, rolling towards me and hugging and kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

"Yes, it was," I agreed when I could get a breath after her kiss.

"I like being in friends mode much more than in roles mode. Roles mode is too stiff and formal while friends mode we can do the same things but we're able to talk about it as people, not as beings fitted into a rigid structure. Can't we do all the same stuff with toys in friends mode?"

"Well, I certainly agree with you. I enjoy friends mode and it was the structures that helped me decide to give up the lifestyle. I'm quite happy to remain in friends mode if that suits you. I only went into roles mode because I thought you wanted to learn about the formal BDSM methods."

"No, I'm not interested in those, but I do want to make love with you several times each day and to experience all the stuff you can do to me with your equipment. Having just cum and enjoyed that wonderful feeling, I now want pain like I had earlier today. I don't know why, one or the other just isn't enough; I want both and I hope you'll be able to give that to me."

"Yes, I will, or at least, I certainly will try. What a summer this is going to be."

Ellie-Mae and I kissed tenderly and passionately for a while then we both climbed out of bed, hugged again, then walked to the kitchen, hand in hand, still both naked, to prepare dinner.

EPILOGUE:

Ellie-Mae's Journal - Week 1 (continued)

I read somewhere that you cannot train someone or something without being trained by them. So if you train a cat to beg for food, the cat has trained you to feed it when it begs. The same seems true with us.

Sir was out to train me, threatening to punish me if I made him cum too soon. In actual fact, I was also training him, threatening to not allow him to cum by preventing him from moving. So we've reached a great compromise. Neither of us, it turned out, wanted to adhere to the strict BDSM codes. What we wanted was hot sex with a loving partner; as well I wanted pain from moderate punishment, if it can be called that, which he enjoyed inflicting. Seems like we're very compatible.

We have that now, and it's only 24 hours after I arrived. So for the remainder of the summer we can have fun in the sun and pain in the rain, if we get any, rain that is.

Now I want him to cane me then have sex with me. I want to feel my sore caned clit being pounded by his pubic bone as he sinks his cock into me, pushing me to incredible painful orgasms. Oooohhhh, I can hardly wait. What a wonderfully unforgettable summer this will be.



The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 03



Scorpius1945

This story is fictitious and no characters in the story are based on any real person, living or deceased. The activities described in this story are neither condoned nor recommended by the author.

While this is a standalone story, readers are advised to read Chapters 01 and 02 before reading this so they gain an understanding of Ellie-Mae's history.

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Ellie-Mae's Journal – Week 4

I can't believe it. It's almost half way through my vacation and I have completely overlooked writing my journal. So much has happened, it's been just fantastic.

I found out lots about Sir. His real name is Dominique. Isn't that a cool name? Dom the Dom! Wow, who'd have thought. Lucky he's not a sub – can you imagine being sub Dom? Hee hee. Anyway, I no longer need to call him Sir, but can call him Dom, which is really much the same thing if you think about it – best not to.

The old roles and friends modes have gone and now we're just lovers, and that's wonderful. Actually I guess that should be lovers with kinks because he still canes me, whips me, exhibits me in the sparsest outfits, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. I love it and I love him too.

I've also found out that he's a millionaire (what else?) and he owns and runs a factory making erotic clothing, toys and supplies called Erotic Fantasies. He took me to the factory during the first week for measurement so he can order things for me by phone or email. The fitting was very thorough. As well as all the external measurements he actually had my cunt and rectum measured!! They used a condom and pushed that up inside each opening then squeezed a quick-setting foam into it, which set in about 3 minutes. They then pulled the whole thing out and voila, they had a perfect replica of my insides. Now they can make perfectly fitting dildos and vibrators for me. The ones I have feel really great inside and I've worn them for up to 12 hours at a time so far.

Dom still canes me, but not for punishment; I just want him to. It's become a Sunday evening ritual that he'll cane me five times on my ass, just moderately, not enough to break the skin. I've begged him to cane my clit like he did the first time but he doesn't want to do that because it could be too painful making love, and he doesn't want either of us to go without that. After he canes me we have a wonderful session of hot sex. He's also fitted me with a nipple ring in each nipple and a clit ring, not through my hood, which I already had, but through my large clit itself. It hurt like hell when it was pierced and I wasn't able to have sex for a week. Even now it's still painful if he's too rough. However, I love it and just love the gold ring through it. It feels soooo sexy as he presses his pubic bone against my clit and I feel the ring moving.

The rings are not only for decoration but also for holding on some of the sexy 'clothing' he's had made for me. I now have a C string, just a C shaped piece of plastic that reaches from my ass hole between my lips to just above my clit. Normally they hold on by friction, which means that any very active movements like jumping could dislodge them. So mine is a little different. It has a plug on the asshole end, which fits me perfectly, and a small hole where my clit goes. When he puts it on me he fits my clit and ring through the hole, after inserting the ass dildo, of course, then uses a tiny padlock through my clit ring to hold it in place. He also has made some half cup breast 'covers' that cover the lower part of my breasts as well as the aureoles and have holes for my nipples, which are pulled through the holes and again padlocked in place through their rings. He loves me to parade for him in the bedroom wearing just my C string and breast covers, and that's really fun too, but then we went to a normal, not nudist, beach last Sunday and he made me wear this outfit. My initial embarrassment quickly turned into pride as I paraded around on the beach, catching the eyes of the males and the glares of their women. After a while of this I was absolutely dripping I was so turned on. I was even able to swim in it and it's almost as good as swimming nude.

We went to fancy dress party last Saturday and he presented me with the outfit I was to wear. It was gorgeously sexy. It consisted of two plaited leather belts, one around my ribs and the other around my waist. To the one around my waist was fastened a triangle of very sheer silky lace, which was almost transparent. This small triangle passed down over my pussy and was sewn to a thin plaited leather strap which passed between my legs and was tied to the waist belt at the rear. It was pulled very tight so it pulled the fabric hard against my skin, allowing almost everything to be seen. I hope that at some time Dom could fit dildos and use the leather strap to hold them in me. The rib belt had two small triangles of the same fabric fastened to it, to cover my nipples and aureoles, with the tops of the triangles linked by a thin leather strip around my neck. Again it was all pulled tight so it was almost transparent. I then wore a jacket over it all, but this was of the same sheer black fabric and was cut to fit around the outside of my breasts, fasten at navel level, then was cut to flare away over my hips, reaching about halfway down my ass at the back.

Did this outfit ever get some stares! It was amazing how interested guys became in the texture of the fabric, just about everyone reaching out to feel what it was like as it covered my nipples and pussy. Yeah right! Anyway, most people that night were treated to a free feel. I was so hot when we got home that we made love for hours before falling into an exhausted sleep.

He has bought me some 'real' clothing. I have a formal gown, black with white trim, that is rigid from the waist up, allowing it to be strapless and cover only the lower two thirds of my breasts. Below the waist it is made of four panels of fabric hanging to the floor, which is fine except that these four panels aren't fastened together. So I have a waist to floor slit up the center front and rear and on the outside of each leg. If I sit down the back panels fall away and the front panels separate leaving my legs and sides of my ass exposed. Walking also exposes my legs. The upper part is held in place by a tightly laced corset. My normal waist size is 24 inches but with the corset laced he can get me down to 19 inches! Whew, it's hard to breathe in there. He's bought me a training corset so I can wear just this around the house during the day; I'm wearing it now. So far he's had that down to 17 inches but I could barely walk then because my hips didn't seem to want to function properly. He sets it at about 19 inches normally but says he wants to get me down to 15 inches; that'll be a mission. It feels really sexy when I'm wearing it. I don't know if it's because I like tight lacing or because I know I'm pleasing Dom. We've made love while I was wearing it at 20 inches and it was wonderful except that I found it hard to breathe and mainly had to lie there passively. Maybe that's why guys used to lace their women so tightly.

Anyway, he's calling so I gotta go.

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I was sitting in the lounge waiting for Ellie-Mae as she entered, looking gorgeous in her tight, frilly, purple 'house' corset. 

"Hi darling," she greeted me as she entered, "Would you like some lunch?"

"Yes please, that would be great. I was just wondering what you're doing. God you look gorgeous in that; come and give a kiss and a feel."

Ellie-Mae eagerly came over and stood in front of me, spreading her legs so her thighs were on the outside of my knees, allowing me easy access to her sopping wet pussy.

"What have you been up to?" I asked, "You're sopping wet."

"I've been writing my journal," she replied, "Its ages since I wrote in it and all the sexy stuff made me really horny. Would you like to fuck me, honey?"

She reached down to my zipper but I stopped her undoing it.

"No, I want you to stay horny, you sexy slut. I love it when you're so horny you don't know what to do with yourself. So we'll have lunch then we'll see what we can do. Meantime, can you fetch your favorite toy for me; your remote controlled vibrator. I want to get you really sexy for an afternoon session."

"Oooohhh, yessss," she hissed as she walked back to our room, her hips swaying sexily due to her tight corset.

When she returned I had her spread her legs wide and inserted her custom made vibrator into her wet cunt, using the attached tapes on the toy to fasten it tightly to her corset front and rear. The design of the vibrator was such that it covered and encased her clit, allowing both rings to protrude through a hole. I fitted the small padlock through both rings before turning the remote control to low and intermittent. 

Ellie-Mae closed her eyes as the vibrations spread through her pussy, gently stimulating her from the inside as well as vibrating her clit. After a few seconds the vibrations ceased.

"Ooohhh, noooo," she cried as the stimulation ceased, "It was soooo good. Please leave it on for me, sweetheart, please."

"No, not now, I don't want you to cum until I tell you. In fact, if you do cum without permission anytime today I will punish you severely."

"Ooohhh, goody. That sounds really nice. I need a good punishment session. It's been a few days and I really miss it."

"OK, we'll see what happens. Meantime, can you please arrange lunch for us. I have a proposal I think you might like and we can discuss it while we're eating."

She gave me a long lingering kiss, jumping slightly as the vibrator started up again, then walked slowly to the kitchen to prepare lunch. A short time later we sat outside at the table, eating our meal. I was amused at Ellie-Mae's reactions as the vibrator intermittently and randomly cut in and out. She was alternately focused on the sensations washing through her body, then fidgety with frustration as they stopped just as she was getting close. It was beautiful to watch, but not conducive to the business conversation I had in mind. I turned the toy off, noting the look of disappointment on her face.

"It's probably time I told you a bit more about my business. As you are aware, Erotic Fantasies makes sex toys and clothing. As with any business, marketing is a big deal so we have several ways of selling product, including a party plan. The most common way this operates is that a sexy lingerie evening or a sex toy evening is arranged as part of an event, for example, a hen party before a wedding, or as a special event for interested people, most often women who want to surprise their menfolk. The way it operates is that we have a number of women who work as hostesses and a lot more who work as part time models. The hostesses arrange everything for the evening while the models are the ones who wear the clothing and sex toys. Obviously it is an advantage to be an exhibitionist for this role. As we make items designed for men, there are also male models and hosts. It is usual that both male and female models operate at most of the parties. After all, male strippers have been a hit at hen parties for years as female strippers have been at stag parties for generations. There are also some evenings with couples, where they can buy for each other.

"The way it operates is that 25% of the sales from an evening are distributed amongst the people who model or host the party, 10% going to the host or hostess and the remaining 15% to the models. The models also get to keep the items they model. We also use models to demonstrate our products to retailers and when retailers may have an in-store promotion. The rates for these vary.

"So I was wondering if you would be interested in being part of the marketing process. Currently we have a vacancy for a hostess, which would possibly suit you, but I feel that if you did want to become involved you should first be a part time model so you know what is involved. What do you think about this?"

"Right now I feel too sexy to think and just want to be fucked," she replied petulantly, "But I like the proposal and yes, I'm very interested in it. It does sound to me like it's the closest thing you can get to legal prostitution though. You mean to tell me that scantily clad women models can parade around horny men and nothing untoward will happen?"

"From the company viewpoint, that is exactly how it is," I replied carefully. "What the models, hosts and hostesses, and clients do in their own time is totally out of our control and we have no comment on that. However, privately, you can do whatever takes your fancy after you have done the selling part of the party."

"Hmmm, I thought that might be the case. Sounds really great, I love it. When do I start?"

"I thought you might be interested," I replied. "This afternoon, assuming you're not too horny to do anything, we'll head into work and I'll put you in the hands of Jolene, our female model and hostess trainer and she can give you a rundown of how it works and probably put you through your paces with a few trials. She'll also tell you a bit about the legal aspects of the venture, which we must ensure we adhere to."

I turned Ellie-Mae's vibrator back on to gentle, random and intermittent and we finished lunch then I removed her vibrator. She humped her pussy against my hand as I was doing this, obviously very turned on, her big sad eyes begging me to let her cum; a plea which I ignored. Knowing Jolene's crew, I was certain that Ellie-Mae would be more than happy after the afternoon visit to the factory.

"Leave this corset on, no bra or panties, just put a light dress on and we'll leave in a few minutes. OK?"

"OK, darling," she replied, "You really like to tease me, eh."

She cupped my semi-hard cock with her hand, giving it a squeeze, then flounced off to dress. A few moments later she reappeared in a light blue cotton dress with full skirt reaching half way to her knees and some light sandals on her feet. She did a quick pirouette for approval, then we headed to the car.

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Ellie-Mae's journal week 4 (cont'd)

I can't ever remember feeling sexier than when we left for work. Here I was, tightly laced into a corset, no underwear, short thin dress, having been stimulated for the past hour, and I wasn't allowed to cum. In retrospect, I fully understand Dom's reasons.

We arrived at work and he introduced me to Jolene, a commanding woman a few years older than me dressed to kill. Her waist must have been contracted by years of corset training, her breasts were huge and probably natural, with nipples like pencil erasers pressing out the stretch fabric of her one-piece skin-tight cat suit. She obviously had no underwear on either as even a layer of tissue paper would have been visible. Dom introduced us and she enveloped me in a huge hug.

She grabbed my arm and led me away, commenting that I must be the reason Dom's been so happy these last few weeks.

We went to a back suite of rooms where several other women and a couple of young men were trying on clothing, preparing hampers of clothing and toys, and appeared totally unconcerned about the fact that they were nearly nude. One well-built guy wore just a bright red cock pouch over his enormous member; two of the women wore lacy G string panties and nothing else. Well, I thought, Dom did say that it would suit someone who was an exhibitionist.

Jolene introduced me to the others then told me to strip to my panties. Well, it rapidly became obvious to her that I didn't have any on, and the guys were most appreciative of my tightly laced waist with bare tits and pussy fully exposed. One of them came over and caressed me for a few seconds, pushing my sexual frustration rating still higher.

Jolene commented that Dom seemed to still have his sense of humor, which caused the others to grin. Together she and I went through the racks of stock items, selecting clothing that would most likely fit and taking them back to the original room, which was used as the changing room. She then unlaced my corset and removed it, leaving me nude, before fitting me for various items of lingerie, making notes of sizes and styles that seemed to fit me best. She then left me in a half cup bra and lacy G string and brought Brad and Toni over, telling me that I would probably be working with them next Saturday evening.

Brad and Toni gave me hugs (very huggy people these), Brad also running his hands over me, judging my responses to his touch. It felt so good; I think I could have cum just by him cupping my ass cheeks. He also guided my hand to his cock, which I needed very little encouragement to caress through the thin nylon of his pouch. After he moved away a little, Toni gave me another, very sexy kiss, caressing my breasts through the lacy bra and pressing her breasts against mine as she cupped my pussy. I was getting used to this by now, so I cupped her breasts and pussy also. However, I was surprised when she kissed me hard on the lips at the same time as she slipped her finger into my cunt and then over my clit, rubbing it gently as she continued to kiss me. With all the unfulfilled arousal of the day so far, along with the eroticism of the whole situation, it took only a couple of seconds before I was cumming on her finger, moaning into her mouth as she supported my weak body against hers. As I came down she broke her kiss and smiled at me, asking me if that wasn't far better now. I agreed it was, and she said that she had noticed that I was quite uptight and inferred it was because of my horniness. Apparently it's a known trait of Dom's to bring new inductees to the room horny from orgasm denial.

Far more relaxed now, the rest of the fitting went really quickly and easily so that I soon had a pile of lingerie I could wear for the party. Toni told me that she was the hostess for the evening and that it was a hen party, so they expected about 30 young women. Brad was apparently going to be there as well, modelling sexy underwear for men as well as stripping for the women. He also mentioned that he would possibly be involved in a bit more than just stripping as well, winking as he said that. Another woman, Jill, would also model but she was out on a job at present.

Toni told me all the arrangements for the following Saturday and shortly afterwards Jolene returned asking how I was getting on. Toni confirmed that I'd been briefed and we were all good for the weekend. Brad leered at me and confirmed that as far as he was concerned I was all good anytime, to which I gave an appropriate response. Jolene packed the lingerie into a bag she had brought and then, almost as an afterthought, asked about toys, wanting to know what I'd used, what I had. I told her and she went out to the store and brought back a couple of boxes, telling me to take them home and try them out, then bring them on Saturday evening to the party.

I then redressed in my corset and dress, Brad taking great delight in pulling the strings as tightly as he could, crushing my waist to about 18 inches I would think and making it difficult to walk or breathe. Then it was hugs all round with Brad and Toni, each giving me a caress on my bare pussy, before Jolene took me to the factory proper, where there were many machines being operated by skilled machinists making the items I would soon be selling. Dom collected me and we came home.

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Ellie-Mae seemed a lot more relaxed on the way home so I guessed that someone had given her release. 

"How was that?" I asked casually.

"Yeah, it was good. Your factory makes a huge range of lingerie. I tried on lots of pieces and have a few here that I'll be wearing on Saturday evening. Do you want a preview tonight?"




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I grinned at her. "Anytime you want to give me a preview, I'll be pleased to watch, but I'd probably prefer it if you showed me what you wore after the show. That way there's less change of them being damaged or stained before the clients view them. Did you get on OK with the other staff?"

"Yes, they were fine. I've never met people who are so casual about nakedness and sex. Brad and Toni were quite happy to grope me. Mind you, I returned the favour and was quite happy to be groped by them too. In fact Toni did a little more than grope me. She tells me that you have a reputation for sending in new inductees who are horny."

I grinned broadly at her; she poked out her tongue at me.

"Come on, sweetheart," I replied, "You wouldn't want it any other way, would you?"

"Nah, I guess not, so long as you'll fuck me when we get home."

So that was exactly what I did. Once the car was parked, I stripped off her dress and my clothing, then buried myself in her, standing against the garage wall, her legs wrapped around my back as she put pressure on her clit and the base of my cock. We stayed there, still, for several minutes before I carried her to our bed and, still deeply implanted inside her, lay her on her back.

"Do you like being fucked with your corset on?" I asked.

"On, off, just so long as I'm fucked, I'm happy," she panted, he breathing restricted by her corset and my weight on her.

Staying inside her, I reached into my drawer and brought out a simple yet favorite toy; a piece of elastic. I tied one end to her left nipple ring, passed the elastic around my back and tied the other end to her right nipple ring with a slip knot for quick removal if necessary. Then I leant backwards, tightening the elastic and pulling her nipples upwards. She grimaced from pain, then rolled her eyes back as the sexual feelings exploded from her stretched nipples.

We made love slowly and gently for nearly half an hour, during which time she came at least four times. Her big one followed my release, the feeling of my hot sperm jetting against the end of her cunt as I arched backwards, tightening the elastic, being all that was needed to blast her to oblivion. We both came down from our orgasms clutched in each other's arms, lovers forever.

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Ellie-Mae's journal week 4 (cont'd)

Saturday evening, wow, I mean, WOW!!!! I never knew work could be so much fun. The party was in a large private home with about thirty women present. All were dressed very sexily, but the bride-to-be, Jackie, looked gorgeous. What we didn't know until later was that she had been dressed by her bride's maids and that under her party dress she was in quite strict pussy bondage. She had a large, remotely controlled vibrator in her cunt, a large butt plug in her ass, a tight leather belt around her waist with a thin, strong elastic cord from front to rear between her legs. This held the two dildos in place and also held a rough pad over her clit. Her breasts were tightly bound with elastic as well and she had small but severe clips on her nipples. So how do I know this?

Our party of four, Toni, Brad, Jill, who I hadn't met, and I arrived at the scheduled time of 9pm and set up in a bedroom off the lounge. Most of the party goers were there and at around 9.15 the bride's maids brought Jackie in blindfolded. The bride's maids then proceeded to strip her and redress her in all her bondage items before replacing her original clothing. Jackie walked over to the drinks table slowly and carefully, trying hard not to move anything which would cause more pain. However, the others were not cooperating, everyone taking turns to hug her and caress her on sore places. Her breasts in particular must have hurt and she flinched each time someone squeezed them, as she did when anyone rubbed her pussy, causing her clit to be abraded by the rough pad. The chief bride's maid was controlling her vibrator also, which caused her to stop every now and then with a faraway look in her eye, before having her hopes dashed as the vibrator stopped.

By 10.30pm everyone was in a partly drunk, raucous state and we started our show. Walking around mostly naked in front of partly drunken women, one of whom was in bondage and likely to be vibrated at random intervals, is something that nothing can prepare you for. However, I think they liked the show and of course the highlight was Brad's strip show.

Brad slowly stripped down to his black satin cock pouch then invited Jackie onto the floor. Once she was there he proceeded to remove her clothing, then remove her breast bindings, leaving her dildos held firmly in place. The head bridesmaid than used the vibrator remote to stimulate Jackie until she came hard, swooning and having to be held up by Brad. By now Brad's cock pouch wasn't hiding a great deal as he was hard as a rock. Once Jackie had recovered he then continued to strip her, removing her dildos and other stuff so she was completely naked. He then pushed her down so she was on her knees in front of him and he told her to remove his pouch, which she did. He then gave her the option of pussy or mouth. 

Everyone expected she would choose mouth, but instead she stood and grabbed his cock, pulling him to the nearest chair. She sat in the chair and reclined it fully, then spread her legs over the arms. She huskily asked him to fuck her, saying it's the last time she can fuck anyone except her husband. Brad got onto his knees, wriggled forwards, pulled her hips down to the edge of the seat then plunged into her wet cunt. They went at it like rabbits for a few minutes until both Brad and Jackie came hard at about the same time. Brad withdrew and everyone filed past Jackie, kissing her, feeling her wet cunt as Brad's sperm oozed out, and tweaking her nipples, still sore from the clips.

Jolene asked each of us to bring out the toys we'd brought and very soon all the women were using them in pairs or small groups, bringing themselves and each other to multiple orgasms. Toni, Brad, Jill and I went back to our bedroom dressing room where I massaged Brad back to life then lay him on the bed on his back and fucked him. I was so horny I just couldn't wait for Dom. I noticed that Toni and Jill were on the other bed pleasuring each other with a huge double-ended dildo, which culminated in both cumming loudly, but the sexy sounds from the other room drowned any sound out.

I headed home with my clothing items and a cunt full of sperm for Dom, held firmly in place by the large dildo I'd been given. From his response when I arrived I think Dom likes cream pie. Gotta go – more later.

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Ellie-Mae arrived home quite hyped up from her evening of parading in lingerie for a group of women. I was pretty sure she would have liked doing this so was not surprised when she bounded in, face full of smiles, and flew into my arms, kissing me hard and sexily.

"So I assume it was an enjoyable evening," I greeted her when I could finally free my mouth from hers.

"Absolutely wonderful," she confirmed, beaming.

"Well, that's terrific. So how about giving me a rerun; show me what you wore, or didn't wear I guess it probably was."

"Darling," she cuddled in close and looked up into my eyes, "If you like cream pies I have a present for you." She licked her lips suggestively.

"Mmmm, yummy," I replied, picking her up and laying her in the easy chair with her legs over the arms. I lifted her skirt; she wasn't wearing panties but did have a dildo firmly implanted inside her cunt. I gently pulled it out then started tonguing her, licking her cream and her partner's cream from her pussy. I smiled up at her, licking my lips.

"It tastes wonderful, darling, thank you for thinking of me. But how did you know I liked this?"

"I just guessed you might. It was a calculated risk; after all you might have been furious at me for having sex with someone else."

"I have no reason to be jealous if you choose to give your favours to others," I replied, "We're not married and even if we were it wouldn't necessarily make any difference. I certainly don't own you."

"Mmmm, thank you, dearest, you're so good to me. Thank you. Now suck it all out; clean me good, honey."

I waited no longer, sucking her sweet nectar mixed with some guy's juices from her luscious cunt, paying particular attention to her clit. I knew she liked me tugging on her clit rings with my teeth so did that as well, causing her to contract her pussy muscles and pump more of their combined juices out. After a few minutes I heard the familiar panting from Ellie-Mae and knew she was approaching her orgasm. It took only a few more sucks and licks before she came hard, thrashing about in the chair so it was difficult to continue the stimulation. She slowly relaxed, only to cum again a few moments later as I continued my ministrations. She came a total of four times as I ate her out, eventually asking me to stop, saying it was too much stimulation. That was a first for her.

I sat back on my haunches, my cock hard as a rock.

"Now, how about that private show you were offering me?" I asked.

Ellie-Mae sat up slowly with a wide grin on her face.

"You still want that?" she asked.

"Of course. And then I need to fuck you hard so I can sleep tonight," I replied, guiding her hand to my erection.

"Oooohhhh," she said, looking at my rampant member, "Is that for me?"

"Later, darling, after the show."

She took her bag into our bedroom. A few minutes later she peered around the doorway.

"Ready?"

"Yes, bring it on, darling."

She sauntered in through the doorway, swinging her hips sensuously while slowly running her hands over her breasts, down her belly and upper thighs. She was wearing red heels over black, sheer stockings. My eyes lifted, following her slim sexy legs to where her stocking tops were held by her suspender belt clips. Slightly higher was her pussy, so recently sucked, covered by a tiny, bright red scrap of fabric which passed as a G string. Above that was a sheer lacy black camisole under which a very brief red bra was barely visible. She looked gorgeous and eminently fuckable.

"I danced around in this for a while, allowing each woman to feel the fabric, and me under it of course, then I removed the camisole."

She sexily removed the camisole over her head, partly turning away as she slung it over her shoulder and gave me 'that look'. My cock gave yet another lurch.

"Then I repeated the process with the women, allowing them to caress my breasts. By the time I had done my round they had almost stripped me, taking both breasts out of their cups, which isn't hard to do as the cups are so small, and almost completely removing my G string as they felt my sopping pussy."

She paraded over to me, coming within reach and allowing me to do the same to her as the women had. She closed her eyes, soaking up the sensations as I caressed her hard nipples and recently sucked pussy. The she pulled away, gave me that look over her shoulder, and without a word left the room.

A few minutes later she returned in a different outfit. In this one she looked like a bondage queen, tight leather bands around the base of her breasts to push her nipples out; tight leather belt around her waist with an even tighter crotch strap bisecting her pussy lips and running between her ass cheeks. Over that was a sheer nylon 'skirt', simply a triangle of fabric draped from her waist, where it was knotted, so that one side was part way down her left thigh while the fabric was knotted on her right hip, so the center at the back and front was about an inch below crotch level. The whole package was covered by a low-cut, ultra-sheer short slip which hid nothing and enhanced everything. She had retained the red heels she had worn before.

She pranced around just out of my arm's reach, then seductively removed the slip, followed by the skirt, then the heels leaving her as a bondage slave in leather restraints. After teasing me for a short time she knelt at my feet with her head down and murmured "Please beat me, Sir."

My cock was so hard it would chop wood. I cupped her chin and raised her head.

"Is this really what you want?" I asked her.

"Ooohhh, yes please, Sir."

"Right, then choose the instrument of your demise from the cupboard."

She crawled to the cupboard and selected a long, thin cane, which she brought back to me in her teeth as she crawled across the carpet. I took the cane, giving it a trial swish, then positioned her over the arm of the sofa, feet on the floor and face on the seat. I moved her feet further apart, providing a clear view of the tight black leather crotch strap parting her ass cheeks and, lower, her pussy lips. God she looked gorgeous like that!

"Ask for it," I commanded.

"Please cane my ass, Sir."

I took a step back and lined her firm globes up in my sights, then swung the cane, hard.

Whack!

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!" she yelled as the searing agony burst through her body. I'm sure she had expected me to start off slowly and gently, but not this time.

She straightened up, cupping her stinging cheeks with her hands, and glared at me. I waited while she regained her composure. She then dropped her eyes.

"Sorry, Sir," she murmured, "I didn't expect it so hard for the first one."

I gently placed my arm around her and kissed her shoulder.

"You know you don't need to do this, don't you," I replied. "If you wish we can stop now and go to bed and make love."

I looked at her ass and saw the red welt that had formed where the cane had cut into her soft sweet flesh. Part of me wanted to stop now, to apologize for having caused so much pain and for creating this mar on her otherwise flawless skin. The Dom in me wanted to continue to give her more and harder, to really teach her what a caning could be like. I awaited her answer with interest.

"Please give me the next stroke, Sir."

I did, striking her about an inch below the first line and just as hard as the first. Once again she screamed, but not as loudly and she stayed in place. After a few seconds she asked for the next stroke. This I also delivered in the same manner. She took that one in silence as tears poured from her eyes. She requested the next stroke, and the next, both of which she accepted stoically. I examined my handiwork; five parallel welts across her ass cheeks. I decided that was enough for her ass for tonight.

"Please give me the next stroke, Sir," she requested.

"Not there. You've had enough on your ass for tonight. Stand up please."

She obeyed, keeping her eyes downcast, obviously wondering what was coming next. I repositioned her sitting on a cushion on the floor with her back against the arm of the sofa, then stretched her arms backwards over her head so her tightly bound breasts were pointing upwards at an angle.

"I'm going to cane your breasts now," I told her, "But these strokes will be gentler than those on your ass."

"Yes, Sir," she replied, her eyes tightly closed.

I lined up the upper side of her left breast with the cane, without touching her so she didn't know where I was about to strike. I swung the cane and struck her breast with a moderate blow. She remained silent, flinching slightly, her hands firmly held together by her intertwined fingers. 

"Thank you, Sir. Could I have the next stroke please," she said after a few seconds.

I stayed with the left breast, landing another on the top, two on the bottom side and one on the nipple. That must have hurt like hell, especially as her nipples were erect and had their rings in place. On the final stroke she whimpered and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

"I'll now give you the same on your right breast," I told her, changing position. I applied the same number and positioning to her right breast, noting how nicely the red stripes had developed on her left. The skin had not been broken yet the marks were very well defined.

"Do you want more?" I asked after I had completed the five strokes to her right breast.

"If Sir wishes," she replied.

I stepped back and looked at her voluptuous body, her ringed and striped breasts, her slight sweat sheened abdomen, noting how shapely it was becoming after just a few days of corset training, down to her pussy, leaking juices, which were soaking into the cushion, around the tight leather strap that bisected her lower lips. Those lips were swollen from arousal and appeared eminently in need of some attention.

"Stand up," I commanded.

She quickly stood in front of me, looking downward.

"I want you in the chair, shoulders at the back of the seat, legs in the air and as far apart as you can spread them, then hold your ankles with your hands."

She quickly positioned herself, fully exposing her swollen pussy with its bisecting strap which ran directly over her clit, obviously compressing that sensitive nub. That, in itself, must have been causing her considerable pain.

"I want to cane your pussy lips. Are you agreeable to that?"

"Whatever Sir wishes," she replied.

"No, you are not my slave or sub, you are my lover who is wanting me to cane her if she wishes. It is not what I want but rather what you want. We are equals here. I will not hurt you unless you want me to. So I want to know what you want."

"Please cane me two strokes on each of my pussy lips, Sir. I will let you decide how hard I should be caned."

"That's more like it. Yes, I will do that for you, sweetheart, then I want to make love to you in our bed."

"Oooohhhh, yes please."

I lined the cane up with her left labia, hairless, swollen and glistening with her juices. I made a medium stroke, enough to hurt her but not cause any damage. She flinched after the stroke, then rolled her hips from side to side to try and dissipate then pain. 

"Please give me the next stroke, Sir," she asked.

This time I lined up the right labia and struck again with the same result. This was repeated twice more, left then right, after which both labia were bright red and even more swollen.

"I would like to remove your crotch strap please," I told her.

"Yes, please remove it and please give me a stroke of the cane on my clit, Sir. It so needs attention."

I removed the crotch strap, leaving the waist strap in place, then lined up the cane with her swollen, protruding, ringed clit. She had never been caned on her clit since the clit ring was fitted so I had no idea how painful that would be. I certainly didn't want to prevent her fucking nor damage her clit so it was any less sensitive, so I decided to err on the side of caution. I gave her a moderate to light stroke to her clit. Her response was incredible. She let out a howl like a wolf, drew her legs together and curled up in fetal position, hands over her clit, and then sobbed with pain. I was sure I had overdone it and dropped the cane as I went to comfort her.

After a few seconds she relaxed against me.

"Oh, thank you so much, darling. That was wonderful. I've never cum like that before."

"Were you cumming?" I asked, puzzled, "I thought I'd done some serious damage and caused you untold pain."

"Oh no, darling, nothing could be further from the truth. That was absolutely the most mind-blowingly intense sensation I've ever felt. It was like all my orgasms had been rolled into one and delivered instantly. Oh, honey, I love you; you hurt me so well. Please take me to bed and make love to me and let me give you the release you so need and deserve." 

She stood up and we embraced before I picked her up and carried her to bed, laying her on the sheet and removing her bonds from her breasts and waist. I gently traced the lines on her breasts, ass cheeks and pussy with my fingers and then rubbed some ointment into the welts to reduce the pain and aid healing. She then stripped me of my shorts and rolled me onto my back before gently lowering herself onto my rigid pole.




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She thrust her hips back and forth, raising and lowering her body on my cock. She brought me almost to orgasm twice, each time widening her cunt and stopping all movement at the last possible moment, leaving me hanging, unfulfilled. On the third time as I approached orgasm, my balls now starting to ache from the need for release, she continued to fuck me and I spurted my hot cum deep inside her. She obviously felt this and leant back to gain more pressure on her G spot, then came hard on my cock.

We relaxed for a while, with my cock still inside her as it shrank a little. She massaged me back to full hardness using her talented cunt muscles, then rolled over. She wriggled down to the end of the bed so her ass was at the edge and I was standing on the floor. I spread her legs widely with my hands so her legs were almost at right angles to her torso. Her pussy was gaping; her bright red clit poking upwards, its ring glinting in the subdued light. I reached down and tugged at the ring gently, eliciting several moans from Ellie-Mae as she closed her eyes and rolled her head in the painful pleasure that my actions created. She looked so gorgeous lying there, impaled on my now completely recovered rigid cock.

I slowly began moving in and out, then pushed her legs around behind me to she could hold me in as I played with her nipple rings, twisting them, tugging them, again eliciting moans of pain and pleasure from her as the recently healed, recently caned flesh provided incredible sensations. Eventually, after many minutes of playing, I began a hard, insistent fucking motion, each forward movement forcing air out of Ellie-Mae's lungs as a short, sharp grunt. She began to climb the slope towards orgasm, her breathing becoming ragged, fast and deep, her head rolling from side to side, eyes firmly closed. She bit her bottom lip, then opened her mouth and with a scream, came hard, her hips thrusting, pelvis thumping on the bed as she completely lost control of her movements. I hung on tightly and rode out the storm, avoiding cumming myself as she came down from her peak.

Once again I started slowly fucking her, caressing her body, breasts, nipples, clit, soles of her feet as she once again rode the waves, searching for the big one. Very quickly this time she peaked, her body going into spasms as she screamed her orgasm to the world. Once again she relaxed. I began to wonder how many of these she could stand; how many I could stand. Once more after she relaxed, I intensified my fucking, bringing her to yet another screaming orgasm.

In total she had eight orgasms during that love making session before I once again injected my sperm into her as she came for the last time. After that I moved her back up the bed, covered her with a sheet, inserted my semi-rigid cock into her from behind and we both slept.

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Ellie-Mae's journal Week 5

Where was I – that's right, cream pie.

Wow, what a night that was. The party was terrific and the cream pie kinky, but after wards, wow! I really wanted to be caned. 

So I gave him a show of the lingerie I wore and I really like the bondage gear for the second set. Then I needed to be caned. I think maybe I felt guilty about allowing Brad to fuck me, well, actually I guess I fucked him, that I needed Dom to punish me. He did. That first stroke was unbelievable. I had expected it to be a moderate or even a soft stroke to begin with but it was HARD. The pain ripped through me, nothing like I'd ever felt before. I nearly called it quits then, but decided to stay the distance. It got better; even though the pain was the same I handled it better so I was disappointed when he stopped. I felt like I could continue all night, though I know I probably couldn't. One day I'll have to see how many I can take – I'm getting wet just thinking about it.

The cane on my breasts wasn't too bad, my nipples hurt from the strokes on them, still healing a bit from the rings I think. The strokes on my pussy lips were fine partly I think because they were a bit numb from the tight leather strap separating them. Then the stroke on my clit was out of this world. The pain was searing then immediately became sexual pleasure and pushed me to orgasm as I've never felt before. So intense! 

Then he took me to bed and made love to me. I came again and again and again. I lost count; my mind felt it was on another planet; I could see my body responding to him, could feel the intense pleasure, felt myself repeatedly rise to a peak, cum, then drop back, only to repeat it once more, and again. He told me the next morning I came at least eight times and he came twice. My pussy certainly felt like it had been well used.

So this morning I lay in bed and took stock of my body. My ass feels ridged from the welts left by the cane; my breasts are fine even though I can see red lines across them, my pussy feels worn out, though surprisingly sexy. What's happening to me? Have I become a nympho or something? I don't seem to be able to get enough sex and am always ready for more.

After I had used the bathroom and examined myself in the mirror, I decided I needed to start something. So I collected my corset, tied the laces a bit tighter than I'd had them, then pulled it around me. The clips missed by a good inch, so I concentrated on the top and bottom ones, finally clipping them in place, then slowly, and by sucking my tummy in really hard, I managed to do all the others up. Whew, what a figure, I thought as I admired my new shape in the mirror. I then returned to bed, feeling the strange wobbly feeling in my hips as I walked, then climbed back alongside Dom. Gently I woke him and his cock up.

After ten minutes or so of kissing and cuddling he was ready for action. I lay him on his back then mounted him, fucking back and forth as he held my corset-clad hips and played with my up-thrust breasts. Ooohhh it felt so good to have him in me again, even though he'd been there just a few hours earlier. I noticed that it was a lot harder to open my cunt up wearing a corset, not surprising I guess. I also noticed that my clit was very sensitive and sent little bits of pain through my bod after the caning last night I guess. These actually helped my arousal, not that it really needed much help. 

I came quickly, a common occurrence it seems, then continued to fuck Dom, bringing him almost to the brink before I quickly stood up and grasped his hands, telling him to be a good boy, to not touch himself because I wanted him sexy for a while yet.

I got out of bed and told him again not to touch himself but to get dressed and I'd make him breakfast. He was out in the kitchen in a few minutes and we sat outside in the sun eating breakfast, him in his shorts, me in my corset.

After breakfast I told him I wanted to keep him aroused and cum-free until the evening. A pained look crossed his face. I actually wondered if I could do this because I felt horny as hell. He agreed, but told me that there would be consequences. I agreed without knowing what these were. He also said that all bets were off if I came before this evening. I agreed, reluctantly, as I had planned on cumming several times with him watching to increase the teasing. I then told him I wanted to show off my welts at the nudist beach. He nearly flipped, thinking that was the last thing I would have wanted.

Anyway, we packed a lunch hamper, and set off for the beach. I was only wearing a light dress with a short frilly skirt and nothing else over my tightly laced corset. For Dom I had chosen a light pair of shorts only, again no underwear. Once we arrived at the beach, which was reasonably crowded, we walked most of the length of the beach to find a spot. Seeing all the naked bodies and not having cum this morning made Dom really hard so his cock stuck out in front of him drawing lots of comments from the gorgeous naked women we passed. I smirked at his embarrassment. 

We set up our 'camp' and he stripped off his shorts while I removed my dress, leaving my corset on temporarily. It hid none of my naughty bits or cane stripes but did provide a scenic attraction. Very soon we became the talk of the beach, it seemed, as a veritable queue of people walked slowly past our encampment looking at our bodies, him with his rampant cock (I wouldn't let him lie on his stomach to hide it) and me with my tight corset and striped ass, pussy and breasts. Soon several people sat and talked with us, wanting to feel the stripes from the cane and have a play with my rings. Two guys also decided they would see how tight they could get the corset so working together, while Dom watched with a grin, they pulled it in a further inch or so. I'm glad I only had a small breakfast.

A couple of very shapely young women came along and asked questions about my corset and cane stripes, telling me how lucky I was to have someone who cared enough to administer this form of discipline and wondering if he would be willing to help them out. Dom, of course, was all ears and they gave their names as Tess and Lisa. They asked about Dom's hard cock and he told them about my teasing this morning and that seeing their hot bods didn't help at all. They examined my cane welts intimately then asked if I ever took the corset off. I told them it was only a part time thing and it was often off, so they asked if they could remove it, to which I agreed.

It was great to be able to breathe properly again and to feel the sun on my whole body. We lay together for a while, discreetly touching one another intimately. I really liked them caressing my clit and nipples and it took me all my time not to cum while they did this. Dom watched as I stifled my orgasm, grinning at the way the tables had been turned.

After lunch, which we shared with Tess and Lisa, we all left the beach and the women followed us home in their car. Once inside we again stripped and Tess and Lisa wanted to see the punishment equipment. They were impressed with the array of canes of various lengths and thicknesses and at the whips. They said they wanted to experience as much as they could stand.

Dom was quite happy to oblige by punishing these two girls. At this stage I don't think they knew what they were letting themselves in for. Dom suggested a game. He would work his way through the instruments. For each instrument each girl would roll a dice to find out the number of strokes they would receive with the instrument in use. If a girl received the first stroke and felt she really couldn't continue, she could use a safe word and I would receive the balance of the strokes. If that happened, I could then choose a punishment for her which she had to accept.

Shit! This threw a new light on things. I really didn't want to be caned or whipped today; I'd had enough last night, but the possibility of choosing a punishment and punishing these girls was a huge incentive. Eventually I threw caution to the winds and agreed.

Tess went first and chose a cane, then rolled three. She bent over the arm of the sofa, exposing her lovely ass and pussy, and Dom gave her three moderate strokes. I was relieved to see that he was only giving moderate strokes, at least at this stage. Tess now had three stripes on her ass, which Lisa examined, imagining what she would feel as she received them. Lisa rolled a five, positioned herself, then received all five silently, wriggling her ass between strokes. So far so good. I began to relax a little more, hoping my ass was safe for the day.

All went well with the caning, each girl receiving many strokes of the different canes. The closest I came to needing to pay the forfeit was when Tess rolled a six for a long thin cane and Dom decided to up the ante by using hard strokes. Tess was very hesitant about accepting a second, but after that the rest went well as she became accustomed to the sting.

Dom used the flogger on them next, with four and five strokes respectively, then came the single tailed whip, which I knew could be very intimidating. However, Dom gave three careful strokes to Tess on her nipples and clit. Tess accepted them, wincing in pain and each time rubbing the tiny mark left by the popper, then Lisa rolled a single. Dom decided that he had nothing to lose because I would not have to pay the forfeit, so lined up Lisa's clit. He made the stroke and Lisa howled with pain, the popper having struck her clit hard, Lisa felt like it had split it in half. She dropped to her knees and rolled on the floor, holding her pussy.

After several minutes she removed her hands and we could examine the poor swollen nub. She was very concerned in case she could never have orgasms again but, as Dom pointed out, this was one of the unlikely though possible consequences of playing this game. She recovered quickly, realizing that the damage was actually quite trivial and mainly superficial, just the pain was huge, and they continued.

At the end I breathed a sigh of relief, certain now that I was going to escape unscathed. However, all is not over until the fat lady sings, as they say, and the fat lady was just drawing breath. Dom mentioned to the girls how I had come to be living with him and that I had come here as a sub, but had become a lover. He then suggested that, as I had so far not experienced any pain today, the girls might to punish me for a while using the instruments or whatever. He then wheeled out a whole selection of other equipment that could be used for pain and pleasure.

Dom suggested that Lisa and Tess tie me up and gave them the wrist and ankle cuffs and some rope, showing the girls how to use this and the attachment points on floor, ceiling and walls. Five minutes later I was tied with my arms above my head and legs widely splayed. Lisa was grinning as she asked if she could use the flogger on my pussy, to which Dom agreed, the bastard. Maybe I shouldn't have teased him this morning.

Lisa gave me a few tentative strokes, then a couple of harder ones before handing the flogger to Tess, who resumed with the hard ones, finishing with a really hard stroke that hurt like hell. And I couldn't even rub it to dissipate the pain. They then turned their sadistic intentions towards my rings, taking weights from a rack and clipping then first to my nipple rings, pulling my elongated nipples downwards. Dom suggested they untie my hands and lean me forward, then reattach my hands to the wall at waist level so the weights would hang straight down. They did this and my nipples elongated still further as they added extra weights. Once they were happy with that (I wasn't) they attached smaller weights to my clit ring. Now my clit is very sensitive, had been flogged, caned yesterday and had been pummelled last night. It hurt but it also felt soooo sexy being stretched out by the weights. I'd never had weights in the new ring before. Once they were all in place Tess asked Dom what next. He suggested some nipple clamps to fit above the rings, so they did this, crushing the base of each nipple between the cruel jaws of the clamps. 

By now I was in my own private hell. But Dom had still more torture in mind. He remembered part of my deal was that I mustn't cum, so he gave the girls two vibrators and instructed them to put one in my ass and the other in my pussy. They did this, turning them both on by remote and controlling them so that I was kept on the brink of an orgasm for what seemed like a lifetime. Then the girls decided it was time to cum so they increased the power and pushed me over the top, leaving them on full power as I came again and again and again continuously. I could hear them chuckling in the background as sensations roared through my body and brain.

I must have passed out because my next memory is of the two girls and Dom talking to me as I lay on our bed. They seemed quite concerned but I assured them that I was fine now. I was exhausted after all those orgasms but Dom and the girls were really horny so they asked Dom to fuck them. He smiled at me, knowing our deal was off after I'd cum, and they lay on the bed beside me while he fucked each in turn, twice each, cumming once in each of them.

We relaxed after that, cuddling for a while as Dom ate his cum from their pussies. Lisa told him to make sure he ate all of it from her as she wasn't on contraception and didn't want a baby, but despite that she seemed quite relaxed about the whole deal. We rubbed cream into the welts and cuts left by the whips and canes, then we had dinner and the girls left, exchanging contact details first. Be great to see them again but who knows. Dom and I then went to bed and cuddled, both sexed out, then slept.

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EPILOGUE

The new catalogue was an instant hit, the first print run of 5000 being quickly followed by another order of twice that number. Not only was it used as a catalogue but it was also a really hot publication, containing as it did many explicit photographs from the Ellie-Mae range of erotic designs of bondage, street and beach clothing. It even made the news services, although they did not show the publication in any detail. For an additional cost a DVD was available showing Ellie-Mae herself wearing these items and talking about them, emphasizing that they could be custom designed to perfectly fit any shape or size of person. Ellie-Mae obviously had a great future as a designer for Erotic Fantasies.



The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 04



Scorpius1945

This story is fictitious and no characters in the story are based on any real person, living or deceased. The activities described in this story are neither condoned nor recommended by the author.

While this is a standalone story, readers are advised to read Chapters 01, 02 and 03 before reading this so they gain an understanding of Ellie-Mae's history.

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Ellie-Mae's Journal Week 5 cont'd

Wow, have I ever seemed to fall on my feet. After that first party the feedback from the clients was great, so I've been booked for another two parties, one for an all-guy group, which sounds like it has the potential to become an orgy (goody!) and another for a mixed group of swingers. That should be fun too. But the really great thing happened when I took some of the clothes I had worn at the party and made a few simple modifications to them to make them sexier.

Dom was amazed at what I did, even though it really wasn't hard. So he took me to work on Tuesday and discussed an idea he'd had with Jolene, who was very receptive to it. Basically they want me to design my own line of sexy clothing, to model those items which I can model while they'll get Brad to model the guys' clothing, then they want to publish a catalogue of the Ellie-Mae Collection. Wow, I'll be world famous, well, maybe not. But with internet marketing added to the normal party and retailer markets, why not? Jolene reckons that they could also include a DVD of Brad and I wearing the clothing. This could be available on the internet as well. I wonder what else Brad and I could get up to for the DVD – hmmm, maybe I'll become a porn star.

So that's the big news. Instead of having a break from studies, this 'vacation' seems to have turned into full time work. Maybe I won't return to study but will just keep working for Erotic Fantasies. I wonder what Mom would think of that. Must ring her too – haven't done that for a while, everything seems to just happen so quickly. Gotta go.

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"Ooohh, darling, I feel so sexy seeing you like that," I told her as we hugged and kissed in the storeroom at Erotic Fantasies.

"Yeah, I've missed you and our stolen moments since Ellie-Mae came along. Seems like she's taking lots of your time and keeping you well satisfied," replied Jolene.

"True, she wants as much sex as she can get it seems. I love it. But I also love our stolen moments together too. I love peeling you out of your sexy skin tight cat suit, just like I am now."

"Mmmm, and I love finding your hard cock waiting for me too." She paused to undo my belt and push my trousers to the floor, where I stepped out of them. "I want this hard meat in me now, darling."

I hoisted her up, pressed her back to the wall, then lowered her onto my rampant member, hearing the prolonged sigh as I plunged deeply inside her. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and buried her face in my neck as her weight pressed her clit hard against the root of my cock and the head hard against the end of her tunnel.

"Just stay like that for a few moments, please honey," she asked.

Very soon the stimulation wore off and she began pounding her hips against me as I pushed back. She wrapped her legs around my back and used her feet to pull me closer, if that was even possible. It took only a few strokes to bring me to orgasm, my hot sperm jetting against her cervix being enough to push her over the top as well. She muffled her cries of ecstasy against my neck, then relaxed, sandwiched between the wall and my body.

"Well that looked enjoyable," said Ellie-Mae, who had managed to enter the room unnoticed and was sitting on a pile of boxes, wearing only a pair of crotchless panties, through which she was gently caressing her ringed clit. "Do I get a turn now?"

Jolene and I turned to face her, feeling embarrassed at being discovered. 

"I'm sorry, honey . . .," I began, but she interrupted.

"No you're not," she replied confidently, "You enjoyed every minute of it, and so you should. I'm sure Jolene also enjoyed it and I certainly enjoyed watching. I don't own you. You're free to fuck whomever you like, just as I am, just as I suspect Jolene is also. Nothing to be sorry about. I just hope you'll have some cum juice left for me too."

I lifted Jolene off my now deflating cock and set her on the floor, then gave Ellie-Mae a hug and cuddle.

"You're so wonderful and so understanding. I love you dearly, just as I do Jolene." Ellie-Mae and I kissed deeply, my hand wandering to her wet crotch, giving her a gentle caress. "Can I take a rain check till later, please?"

"Of course, honey, whenever you're ready. Now, what I've come in here about is to tell you of a new idea."

I listened intently as I pulled up my trousers and tidied myself up a bit, Jolene pouring herself back into her cat suit at the same time.

"I was trying to design some panties that could be worn under tight fitting pants but which have a vibrator in the crotch. Needless to say the standard motor driven vibrator is far too bulky. Then I remembered at school a few years ago I learnt about electrostatic attraction and repulsion. So I thought if you fed two thin metal plates, separated by a layer of plastic, with electric pulses, they could be made to alternately attract together and push apart, which could create a vibrating movement. I suggested it to Larry on the tech team and we tried it and found it works. So Larry's now designing a prototype."

"Hey, that sounds great," I replied, "When will it be ready, do you know?"

"Well, Larry thought he could have a prototype to try ready after lunch. Do you and Jolene want to see the trial?"

"Yes please," said Jolene, "In fact, I want to use it too. If it fits inconspicuously under my cat suit I want one."

Ellie-Mae eyed the crotch of the suit, kneeling down and testing the strength and elasticity of the fabric.

"We'll see what we can manage," she replied.

"One question I have," I said, "Where do you put the battery? I can see that two flat plates would be relatively easily hidden, but a battery can be quite large so surely that would show, especially if it had a remote control receiver as well."

Jolene and Ellie-Mae exchanged glances. "Well," Ellie-Mae replied, "Women have an anatomy that allows for the storage of items which could easily be a battery pack. In short, it could fit into the woman's cunt. This will also provide more stimulation and can be made to house quite large batteries for longer use and more powerful vibrations."

"Oh, of course, I forgot about that possibility," I replied.

"I'm starving. Let's have lunch," Ellie-Mae suggested.

We agreed so we all went to the staff lunch room, selected food, then sat at a long table. Since Ellie-Mae had started working at Erotic Fantasies I had noted that most of the male staff chose to take their lunch at the same time she did, probably because she had formed the habit of wearing minimal clothing all day. Shortly after we were seated at the table the remainder of the seats had been filled by young guys who were busily eating their lunch and ogling Ellie-Mae's obvious charms. I commented about this to Jolene, who smirked, saying that before Ellie-Mae had started it was her in her cat suit that was the one being eyed up, but now she wasn't even in the race.

After lunch Jolene, Ellie-Mae and I went to see Larry in his tech den. He was just putting the finishing touches to the new vibrator, incorporating a standard remote control system and a smooth cylindrical battery pack used in other toys.

"You're just in time," he said as we walked in. "I'm guessing that you've brought a couple of guinea pigs with you," he added, smirking at Ellie-Mae and Jolene.

"Yes, these two are really keen to try it. Maybe as it was Ellie-Mae's idea she should go first," I suggested.

Ellie-Mae picked up a pair of tight elastic panties from a pile in the corner as Larry put the finishing touches to the device. He then attached them into the front of the crotch of the tight panties.

"You'll need to put the battery pack in first," he commented, spreading lube over the smooth plastic cylinder.

Ellie-Mae took the panties and battery pack and pushed her legs through the panties, holding the pack and pulling the panties up until they were close to her pussy. She then inserted the battery pack and pulled the panties up the final couple of inches. We were so lucky that she was such an exhibitionist, having no embarrassment at doing this in front of other people. She carefully adjusted the position of the vibrator so that it covered her clit, readjusting the crotch of the panties to hold it tightly against her.

"You'll need to make the position easily adjustable but also firm enough so it can be locked in place. I guess that we can design some items of clothing which will take the vibrator and be locked into place so the lucky lady can be vibrated as long as her Dom wishes," commented Ellie-Mae. "Right now though, turn me on please."

Larry handed me the remote. "You should do the honours I think, Dom."

I pressed the on switch then very gently adjusted the speed to slow, watching Ellie-Mae's face as I did so. She very quickly got a faraway look in her eyes.

"Oooohhhh, that feels wonderful. Turn it up a little please."

I did, and was rewarded by her starting to move her hips in fucking motions, her hands raising to pinch her nipples and pull her nipple rings. I increased it slightly more until it was about half way. She threw her head back and let out a gentle moan, closed her eyes and increased her body movements.

"Do you want more?" I asked her.

"Oooohhhh, yes please, give it to me, give it all to me. I want to experience maximum."

I steadily moved the speed control to maximum, by which stage she was out of control, moving her body frantically as she experienced absolute ecstatic sensations radiating through her whole body. She knelt, then lay on the floor, her body thrashing about as she screamed out her orgasm. I left the control on maximum, knowing that she could take it and interested in seeing how long she could continue to cum with this device. 

She continued to scream, one long loud scream after the next, her body shaking uncontrollably, sweat pouring off her as she writhed on the carpet. After two minutes 24 seconds (yes, I timed it) she stopped moving and relaxed, obviously unconscious. I turned off the remote and knelt beside her checking her breathing and pulse, both of which seemed healthy.

After a few minutes she appeared to come back to life. 

"Whew, that was sensational. I think I passed out. It was soooo strong. Wow, that was awesome. I really want to do that again."

"Well, you'll have to wait because I want a turn please," replied Jolene.

"Oh, yes, I guarantee you'll love it."

I helped Ellie-Mae back onto her feet and she removed the panties and extracted the battery pack from her streaming pussy. She wiped it on a towel and handed the whole lot to Jolene, who wasted no time in unzipping her cat suit, stepping out of it, putting on the panties and inserting the battery pack in her still well-lubricated tunnel, then zipping up her cat suit again. She looked down at her crotch.

"There, you can barely see it. Larry, I would like you to attach one of the vibrator units inside my suit sometime soon please."

He grinned his reply and nodded. "There may be a price you need to pay," he grinned cheekily.

"Price accepted. Now, someone, please turn me on."

I was still holding the remote so I turned it on as I had before, slowly coming up to half speed. Jolene's responses were almost identical to Ellie-Mae's. Meantime Ellie-Mae, still naked, was in the process of paying Larry for his good work and had his trousers down to his ankles as she deep-throated his hard cock. After a few moments of that she put her arms firmly around his neck, lifted herself off the floor and wrapped her legs around his hips.

Larry wasted no time and she was soon fully impaled on his cock. Both of them fucking like there was no tomorrow. With a scream Jolene came hard, the sounds enough to push Larry over the top, causing him to give Ellie-Mae her next sperm injection which triggered her own orgasm. They clung together in their joint ecstasy, watching Jolene roll around on the floor as I held the remote on high. Jolene followed Ellie-Mae's lead in losing consciousness after a short time so I turned the remote off and monitored Jolene carefully until she regained consciousness a few minutes later.

We cleaned ourselves up and agreed that this device was wildly successful.

"What I must insist on is that this device is kept absolutely secret until it is patented. There will be bonuses all round for those who have participated today but it must not be leaked to competitors otherwise we could well lose the advantage of being first on the market," I told them.

Ellie-Mae looked at me and smiled. "What I want to know is whether it works as well on men as it appears to on women. Dom, I suggest you allow Jolene and me to test it on you right now. So drop 'em."

I certainly hadn't seen this coming. I had thought of the potential and had decided to experiment on myself some time, but right now? Right here? What the hell. I dropped my trousers and shorts and Ellie-Mae took the vibrator from the panties and asked Larry if he had some tape. He did, so she taped the vibrating unit onto the sweet spot on my already rigid cock. The battery proved to be another difficulty and Larry commented he'd have to design a better shaped battery pack for the male version. However, it was soon in place behind my balls, held there by more tape. Ellie-Mae picked up the remote from the desk and turned it on slowly.

Immediately I heard a tiny buzzing sound and felt a tingling sensation in my cock, just light and slow to start with.

"How long do you think you could put up with that without cumming?" asked Ellie-Mae.

"Quite a long time, I would think. In fact it's so light and tenuous that maybe I couldn't cum with just that amount of stimulation, but if I couldn't it would be damnably frustrating.

"Hmmm, I can see this toy has great promise," she replied, leering lasciviously at me as she turned it up a little. "However, for now let's see what it can do."

By the time she had it to half way I was almost ready to cum. She noticed this and pushed it to high speed without delay. It felt like a lightning bolt had hit my cock. I came instantly, squirting cum across the room with the force of my muscular contractions.

"Omigod," I groaned, "Turn it off, turn it off now, please."

Ellie-Mae just smiled at me. "You left me to suffer for several minutes, let's see how you like it for two minutes."

She glanced at the wall clock, then back at me. My cock felt like it was pumped dry and the sensations had become quite painful. Another hundred seconds to go. As my cock throbbed and pulsed to the high speed vibrations of the machine some more cum came out in a slow dribble. 80 seconds! Did time always go this slowly? I felt my balls churning and imagined them striving to make more cum to feed the need caused by the demonic stimulation. 60 seconds left – half way; omigod, only half way? It seemed like hours. Another small, painful squirt oozed out, leaving me exhausted and trembling. Was this what it was like for Ellie-Mae and Jolene? No, it couldn't have been, they were still cumming hard until they lost consciousness. 40 seconds. I gritted my teeth, determined to see out the time. My balls were really painful as they churned in their sac, Not long to go. 30 seconds. Three quarters of the way there, another small drizzle of cum, I imagined that it would be weeks before I could cum again, Ellie-Mae would just have to do without. Already my cock was soft instead of rock hard as it had started out. 20 seconds. I looked at the poor sore vibrated piece of flesh. He looked like he'd be out of action for weeks. Ten seconds, another small trickle, five, then Ellie-Mae smiled as she slowly reduced the control until at the zero time it was off. I sat down in the chair and held my head in my hands.

Ellie-Mae come to me and placed her arm around my shoulders. She put her lips to my ear and whispered in her sexiest huskiest voice; "Would you like to make love to me right now, darling?"

Surprisingly it felt like a bolt of electricity shot through my cock and it even hardened slightly, then softened again.

"I'd love to sweetheart, but I fear I'll be off limits for that for several weeks."

"That's OK, only joking. I'm totally sated too, at least for the next few minutes anyway."

Once again we cleaned up the room and ourselves, and Ellie-May and I left Larry and Jolene to continue the development of the new range of toys. As we walked out I noticed that Jolene was taping the prototype to Larry's cock. Oh well, experimentation is the core of new developments.

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Ellie-Mae's Journal Week 6

Life has been so busy since we developed the new vibrator. The experience I had that afternoon was out of this world. I'd never thought it possible to experience that level of sensation, but both Jolene and I did and we've done it several times since then. Watching Dom as I controlled it was also mind-blowing. It took three days before I could persuade him to fuck me after that. He just wasn't interested. Jolene told me Larry wasn't either, which was very unusual for him apparently as they used to fuck about once a day.

So for the last little while it's been toy time for both Jolene and I. Larry made us each a new vibrator that could be removed and installed in different pairs of panties. This means I can install the vibrator before I leave home and have enjoyment when I want it anytime during the day. Who needs a man? Well, actually, I do because a vibrator doesn't cuddle me like Dom does. Now I've been designing bondage type clothing and quite ordinary looking clothing into which the vibrator can be built. This means that a woman lying on the beach in a perfectly normal bikini can actually have a battery pack in her pussy and be experiencing ecstasy without anyone really knowing. 

The possibilities are endless really. With the lockable leather strap panties a husband can lock his wife into them before he goes to work, then set it on low power. When he comes home he will know that his wife has experienced frustrating arousal all day without being able to either increase or decrease it. She will be begging him for sex when he gets home. If he's randy, as he should be with thoughts of his ready wife at home, he can strip it off and they'll have a great sexy romp. However, if he's past it because of a sexy liaison with his PA at work, then all he has to do is turn up the remote and she'll cum and cum and cum until all she wants is to get away from it, so he doesn't have to answer any awkward questions.

You can also imagine a couple going to a cocktail party, with her dressed up in her best revealing gown, with a vibrator chugging away at her pussy. Imagine trying to make light conversation with some big shot while your hubby from a few yards away keeps turning your vibrator up. Or you could play find the vibrator, where all the remotes are put into a bowl, each male then takes a different remote and tries to find the woman wearing that vibrator. Ooohhh, I feel wet just thinking about it.

So anyway, we're now working on a layout and the photography for a new catalogue specifically for the Ellie-Mae range, which will have all sorts of clothing for men and women, everything being compatible with the new vibrators. Incidentally, the male vibrator now has a choice of two battery packs, one being a slimmer version of the women's designed for fit into a guy's ass, the other being an adhesive flexible pack that fits just behind a guy's balls on his perineum. Neither is noticeable under normal clothing. I'm really busy because as well as being the chief designer I'm also one of the models for the clothing so have several photo shoots each day. Oh well, no rest for the wicked they say, so I must have been really bad – oh goody, maybe Dom will punish me.




The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 04



Oh, nearly forgot, I had a chat with Mom on the phone and she agrees with me. Now that I've been made a permanent staff member with responsibilities for new projects, I've decided to take a gap year at least in my studies. I may return; I may not, time will tell, but at least I've kept that option open for a while.

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The next few weeks passed very quickly as the catalogue was photographed, written, proofed and printed. The online team were engaged recoding the necessary parts of the website and incorporating the edited videos. Most of these videos featured Ellie-Mae in various items of sexy and bondage lingerie and apparel. She was one busy lady during this time, which was probably just as well after the cumfest she gave me. It took me two days to recover before I felt like sex, which was very unusual for me – must be getting old!

After we climbed into bed the day after our cumfest, she snuggled up to me and reached for my cock, as was her habit.

"How's he recovering?" she asked, kissing my neck.

"Hmmm, OK, I guess, but I don't know if he'll be up for anything tonight."

"Well, despite the biggest cums in my life, or maybe because of them, I feel very sexy tonight, darling. So do you want to watch, want to participate or want to eat my pussy?"

"Yes please," I smiled back, "And in that order."

"Ooohhh, you are still sexy. Maybe this little soft cock just hasn't got the message. So, you want to watch first."

She threw back the sheet, spread her legs and started rubbing herself, spreading her fluids over her vulva, dipping her fingers into her honeypot for more. She reached over to my hand and drew it to her to help, placing my fingers on her nipples.

"Tease and torture them please darling," she whispered in my ear.

I sat up alongside her so I could use both hands and did just that, caressing her breasts softly before gripping her nipples hard and twisting them, causing her to gasp. Then I would caress them again for a short time. Her nipples became hard and erect, just like I would have liked my cock to become, but so far it seemed lifeless still. She reached out her other hand to cup my balls, massaging them as she continued to play with herself. I could see her beautiful ringed clit becoming even larger as it was engorged by her arousal. She began moving her hips in unconscious fucking movements.

After about 15 minutes of this manual arousal, after which time my cock was still too soft to be of any use, she pulled me over and groaned in my ear; "Eat me, now."

I shimmied down her legs, positioning my hands to cup her ass as my mouth breathed warm air onto her clit. I then tongued her clit and pussy trench, using long slow licks to arouse her still further. She began panting, her breath coming sharp and fast as she obviously approached her orgasm. Did this girl have no limit, I wondered. I pushed my tongue into her wet hole, tasting her arousal and lapping up her juices. After only a few seconds of this attention she came hard, tensing her muscles, squeezing my head with her thighs as I sucked her clit and lips into my mouth and bit down gently. She let out an ear-splitting scream and I felt her pump even more liquid from her cunt. I didn't know whether she had spurted when she came before but she certainly did this time. Her body thrashed about on the bed for a few moments then she relaxed and released her grip on my head.

I lifted away from her, watching her come down from her ecstasy. He breathing slowed gradually and she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she purred, "That was wonderful. Now I think I'm ready for sleep."

I used a towel to dry her off then we snuggled together, kissed lovingly and slept peacefully.

Friday was the scheduled date of release for the new Ellie-Mae line of clothing and accessories. Obviously it was not something to broadcast on the six o'clock news, for censorship reasons, but we did have several videographers present at the evening launch. The catalogues were all printed, the DVDs had been edited and copied, the website was ready to go online, and everyone who should have been there was there. Ellie-Mae, Jolene, Larry and I were the stars of the show, Ellie-Mae and Jolene having changed into revealing evening gowns instead of their more usual G string and cat suit for the occasion.

I made my speech, thanking all those involved in the development and officially launching the Ellie-Mae line. I presented Ellie-Mae and Jolene with bunches of flowers, and presented Larry with a bottle of his favorite single malt whiskey. Then I asked the technicians to commence the new marketing DVD on the wall-sized screen.

Immediately pictures of a very sexy Ellie-Mae wearing the clothing and devices in her new line of sexy lingerie and accessories appeared on screen. Many of those at the launch had been only marginally involved with the development and were amazed and aroused by the images of the woman sitting in the front row, appearing so poised in her immaculate, but revealing, gown. As well as being a marketing promo, it was also pure porn and looked set to go viral on the internet once it was released. This, of course, was the aim, to encourage people to share links to the video which was, in fact, promoting company products.

After the DVD had finished the formalities concluded and a light dinner of finger foods was served with a variety of drinks, the whole party becoming a social event. The lights were dimmed and the soft couches around the walls were soon occupied by staff members getting to know each other more intimately in this informal setting. As I looked around the room, I hoped I wouldn't have too many irate wives and husbands phoning me tomorrow about the misdemeanors of their spouses at a company function. I noticed that Jolene and Larry seemed to be getting on really well together and there wasn't a great deal I needed to do now. So I embraced Ellie-Mae and together we walked to a secluded corner couch.

"Honey, I feel so sexy after seeing me on that DVD," she said once we were seated. "Please make love to be here, now."

I gave no reply but slipped the straps of her gown off her shoulders and letting the gown bodice fall to her waist. I caressed her breasts with one hand while twining the fingers of my other hand in her hair as I kissed her deeply. In response she cupped my erection in my trousers, then undid my zipper, extracting my rigid cock and caressing it gently. She broke our kiss.

"I want him in me, darling," she whispered.

She stood up and spread her legs each side of mine, her dress parting in front to her waist, revealing she was panty-free, something of which I had been unaware. I felt her pussy, her juices running freely down her legs.

"I've been like this ever since I saw me on the screen," she murmured in my ear. "Now, stick him in me please."

She moved forward and lined up her entrance with my cock head, then sat down, impaling herself on me. The feeling was wonderful, my cock head pressing against the end of her cunt and her clit ring pushing against the base. We just cuddled like that for a long time, kissing each other, caressing each other, looking around the room at our friends engaged in similar types of activities. There were many more women than men in the business, to be expected when so many machinists were required to hand make custom garments, so there were several trios of two women making love to one man, and several lesbian alliances. It was all love and all beautiful. Every few moments there would be a cry of pleasure as someone was unable or unwilling to stifle their ecstatic release.

Ellie-Mae undid the buttons on my shirt, spreading it to bare my chest so she could rub her engorged ringed nipples against my chest hair.

"Your chest hair feels so sexy against my nipples," she cooed in my ear. "Please fuck me, sweetheart. Please tease my nipples, torment my nipples, punish my nipples. These days it seems I get most pleasure from having sensitive parts of me hurt. It just feels so good and I get so much pleasure from it. Hurt me please, darling."

I placed one hand on her nipple and started kneading her breast, then pinching her nipple.

"You've been really busy at work, sweetheart, and I really appreciate everything you've done. It's probably time we had some time just for us. Now that you don't need to run around at work trying things on and wearing as little as possible, do you think it's time for a punishment session? Not that you need to be punished, but maybe it could be a reward session?"

She pressed herself against me harder and I felt her pussy gush with her juices.

"Ooohhh, yes please. I've been waiting for so long for that but I guessed it wasn't the best thing to do to display my stripes and other war wounds to all and sundry. I want to play games and have challenges to see how much I really can stand, darling. Are you willing to do this for me even though you're no longer strictly my Dom, as in Dominant?"

"Yes, honey, I'll do that for you if you wish although I'd prefer to just make love to you all day instead of beating your hide. However, if that's what you want . . . ."

"Yes it is. Now. Please fuck me hard while I think about what I want you to do."

We moved gently together, slowly building both our movements and our sensations until I could tell that she was nearly ready to cum. So was I. I pushed into her hard, holding myself there for a few seconds before ejecting my sperm against the end of her love tunnel. The feeling of my hot cum pushed her to her own orgasm, causing her to move her hips frantically and stifle her scream by biting my neck. We stayed like that, oblivious to everything that was happening around us, for several minutes as we gradually wound down from our peaks. She shuddered and gently sat back up, moving away from me slightly to allow our combined sweat to cool between our bodies. We kissed lovingly and deeply.

"Ooohhh, darling, I love you," she said, "And I really loved our love making."

"I feel the same about you, honey, and we just fit together so well it's really amazing. Thank you darling."

After a few more minutes of cuddles, while we looked around at the scenes of total debauchery taking place around us, then stood up, I put my flaccid cock back inside and zipped myself up while Ellie-Mae pulled her dress over her breasts and refitted the straps to her shoulders. Arm in arm we strolled around the room, observing the near naked antics of the staff who had worked so hard these past few weeks. They certainly deserved this evening of release from their toils. When we came to the door we went through and outside, heading home to continue our loving activities there.

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Ellie-Mae's Journal

I don't really know what week this is, except it's a lot later than I expected to stay.

What a night it was last night! I felt so proud watching the results of all the hard work, the DVD of me wearing the designs I had created and the whole celebration of a new lease of life for the business. After the weeks of hard work it was great to let off steam, not least by the terrific lovemaking we did amongst what seemed to be an orgy of fucking in the big room. The sexual energy of the whole scene was just amazing. Anyway, then we came home.

One of the things I really like about Dom is that's he's willing to do what I ask him to do to me. I know he doesn't really want to live the BDSM lifestyle like he did once, and that he really loves me and would rather fuck me than beat me, but ever since the first caning he gave me I've realized that sometimes I really need to be beaten. After several weeks of high pressure work getting the catalogue and clothing ready, I need to be out of control; to hand control over to him and just accept what he gives me. Dom knows this and last night he suggested a punishment session which we scheduled for this morning. I slept well after our lovemaking at the party, then woke excited by knowing he was going to be punishing me as I requested.

After breakfast it started; he put on his no-nonsense voice and I knew I had to do what I was told. He told me today was challenge day. I was going to receive 100 strokes from various instruments and that he would be in charge, choosing what instruments, when, how hard, how many strokes and everything. My stomach had butterflies, part of me very apprehensive about the pain of being beaten, while another part knew it would turn me on and that Dom wouldn't really do anything to hurt me or do any lasting damage – would he?

I was already naked so he simply blindfolded me then led me to the spare garage where he fastened my arms above my head to a ring in the roof and spread my legs wide apart using a spreader bar. He then left me. That was the worst part; where had he gone? How long for?

I didn't hear him return so the first thing I knew was the feel of something hitting my back. It felt like a multi-tailed flogger and didn't hurt so much as aroused the skin to be both more sensitive and able to stand pain more. He told me to count the strokes and if I lost count we would start afresh.

He gave me 12 strokes to the back and ass, then another 12 to my belly and tits, then a final six between my legs on my pussy lips and clit, which was protruding due to engorgement and its ring, so was unprotected. Those six hurt worse than all the others, but they also felt sooo good and amazingly sexy.

I then heard him put the flogger down and pick up something else. He asked me if I was sure I wanted this because these next ones would hurt more, and I told him I did and something made me add that I really wanted him to hurt me. Sometimes I seem to be my own worst enemy. Anyway the next thing I heard was the whistle of a whip through the air and I felt the sting of a single tail whip wrap around my body between ribs and hips. He kept varying his position so I never knew where the next stroke was coming from and he hit well up the length of the whip so that it wrapped around me and the end stung like crazy.

After the first ten general strokes he targeted my breasts for the next ten then my ass for the final ten. I was very relieved that he didn't target my pussy, but I was a little premature in my relief. I knew I had forty strokes still to come.

Dom released me from the ring and spreader bar and guided me into the house, laying me face down on the bed and fastening my ankles and wrists to the ropes in the corners. I was helplessly spread-eagled. I then heard a swish in the air and the first cane stroke landed on my ass. It hurt like hell; I think he was using the long heavy one that hurt most and which I really hated. I knew that if he did this hard it would cause bruising and draw blood; he did and it did.

He gave me twenty hard strokes with this cane on my ass. He was certainly taking me at my word of wanting pain. By the end of that twenty I was in agony and ready to call everything off. But some stubborn part of me stopped me from giving in. I'd taken eighty and I was determined to see out the hundred strokes. He untied me and turned me over, placing my sore ass on the end of the bed, tying my wrists to the ropes in the center of each side and spreading my legs really wide apart, pulling them in to the bottom corners of the bed with the ropes there. I felt that my pussy was pushed way out and knew that it was going to be a target for something.

Once again he took a cane, this one thinner and more flexible, and caned my tits with ten strokes, four above my nipples, four below and two right across them. I howled in pain as agony shot through my whole body from the last strokes. Then I felt the bed move and I knew he was standing astride my body. Oh hell, I thought, here it comes. And it did. He caned my pussy harder and better than it's ever been caned before, obviously using the same cane as for my tits. The first strokes were on my lips, three each side, which was pure agony. Then he went for my clit, aiming the last four directly at it, waiting each time until I had stopped howling from pain before administering the next stroke.

I felt I was out of this world, my whole being transported to another realm of pain and sexual pleasure. Each time the cane struck my clit I first was jolted by the pain radiating through my body, then a wave of sexual ecstasy washed over me. I felt my clit swelling, feeling as though it was huge and would burst. Each stroke therefore had a larger, more exposed target so each time the pain and ecstasy were greater. On the last stroke I came, hard and long, screaming in an agonized orgasm as I thrashed about on the bed.

Once I quietened down a bit Dom removed my blindfold, untied me and kissed me. He said how sorry he was for the pain he'd inflicted and how all the time he really only wanted to love me, not beat me. I thanked him time and again for the beating he'd given me. Now it was over I felt wonderful; painful still, of course, but great for having accepted and met the challenge. Life seemed a far less fearful place for me now. 

I stood up, partly supported by Dom, and looked at my body in the full length mirror. I had flecks of blood on my stomach and back from the whip, nothing on my breasts except red stripes, my ass had many red stripes and a few flecks of blood, my pussy was swollen and looked really red and angry, with a little seep of blood from the ring penetration. All told I think I'd come out of that ordeal fairly well. I tentatively touched my clit and found it was very sensitive so there seemed to be no nerve damage, one of the things I'd feared most.

Dom helped me into a cool shower and together we showered and washed off the blood flecks, cooling my tortured body. After that he patted me dry and dabbed cream on the affected areas, which was most of my torso. He told me it's unlikely I'll want sex for about a week. No sex for a week!!! He's got to be joking. A day is too long for no sex. I'll show him.

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I was amazed how well Ellie-Mae took the beating I gave her. She seemed to have mastered the art of changing pain to sexual pleasure, especially when I caned her clit. However, I was concerned in case I had done any lasting damage but she assured me she'd be fine after a few hours and certainly wouldn't wait for a week without sex. After our shower together she'd spread a blanket on the ground outside in the sun and lay down on her side. I joined her.

"You're sure you're feeling OK in yourself?" I asked.

"Yes, sweetheart, I'll be fine. Thank you so much for that beating you gave me. I've been waiting for that for a long time. One hundred strokes! I'm so proud of myself for being able to take that."

"Mmmm, well, please, honey, don't ask for that again. I really do not like hurting you even though I know you sometimes crave being hurt and punished like that."

"Can't guarantee that, but I do know that will set me right for a while anyway. Must be your turn to make the coffee. I'd kill for a cup right now."

I went inside and made coffee and took that and a few cookies out to her. I looked at her as she laid there, seemingly completely at peace, propped up on her left side writing in her journal. That journal would make a great book one day, I thought to myself.

After coffee and cookies we spent the afternoon outside lying naked in the sun, Ellie-Mae healing and I working on my tan. That evening I cooked a lovely dinner for us then we went to bed early.

"Darling," whispered Ellie-Mae in my ear after we'd climbed into bed, "I feel so sexy. What can you do about it please honey?"

My cock lurched as she said it. I realized that I also felt sexy but had repressed that in view of her sore body. However, if she really wanted sex . . . .

"How do you want to do this?" I asked.




The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 04



"Well, you didn't hurt the inside of my pussy," she said, "So at the very minimum you could use your finger or a dildo to stimulate me without pressing my clit. However, I'm sure we can do better than that. Roll onto your back, sweetheart."

I did as she asked and she straddled my ankles, bending her head to suck and lick my rigid pole.

"Mmmm, he's all nice and ready," she cooed, "I love it when he's like that because of me."

She wriggled up my body, holding herself upright to prevent contact of sore spots with my skin. I was pleased I hadn't beaten the inside of her thighs or it would have been far more difficult. When she was in position she raised herself up and carefully lowered herself onto my cock, our combined juices easing the entry so that there was minimal contact between my cock and her labia. She leant back a little and sat down carefully, keeping her clit away from my pubic bone and keeping the cane strokes on her ass away from my thighs. It felt wonderful to be inside her again.

"That feels so good," she murmured, "Except I can't lean forward to press my clit against you. So it'll probably be a longer session than usual."

She began moving back and forth, using my cock as a dildo to stimulate her G spot rather than stimulating her clit. I also was unable to caress and squeeze her nipples as I usually do because they were sore. After a while of this I felt the need to cum. After the sexy punishment session this morning, laying with her naked in the sun all afternoon and having her hot cunt massaging my cock, I really needed to cum.

"Honey, if you keep that up I'll be cumming very soon," I told her.

She stopped. "Don't you dare," she said in a threatening voice.

She then reached around behind herself and grabbed my balls. Locking her fingers around the neck of my sac she squeezed and pulled downwards towards my feet – hard.

"Owwww!" I yelled.

"That may take your mind off cumming. Don't you dare cum before I say you can," she hissed.

After a short time we resumed our movements but she kept hold of my balls, gently, as a reminder. I felt myself building once again and told her, being rewarded once more by the sharp pain of squeezed and pulled balls. This happened regularly about every four minutes until she began to approach her orgasm. She became less careful and limited in her movements, her clit contacting my pubic bone and causing her to grimace, but always push it forward again for more. She let go of my balls and focused on her orgasm, her hands on my chest for added leverage as she screwed up her eyes, coming closer to her release. 

I felt myself ready once again and told her.

"Yes, darling, cum in me, shoot your hot sperm into my cunt, fuck me, fuck me hard, darling."

A few seconds later I came. The feeling of my jetting cock in the end of her love tunnel was enough to push her over the edge and she screamed and bent backwards as she came hard, her hips thrusting back and forth frantically.

After what seemed like hours she slowed down and gently rolled off my softening cock onto her side. She cuddled into me lovingly.

"Mmmm, that was wonderful. Thank you darling," she whispered.

"What a wonderful lover you are," I replied, kissing her, "Thank you. I'm so grateful that we found each other, honey."

Her only reply was a gentle snore.



The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 05



This story is fictitious and no characters in the story are based on any real person, living or deceased. The activities described in this story are neither condoned nor recommended by the author.

While this is a standalone story, readers are advised to read Chapters 01 through 04 before reading this so they gain an understanding of Ellie-Mae's history.

Scorpius1945

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Ellie-Mae designs bondage gear for clients and herself

Ellie-Mae's Journal:

Well, I can say that I'm now fully healed after my 100 strokes ordeal. It was painful having sex afterwards and we had to be very careful, especially with my poor bruised clitty. But it was worth it, most definitely worth it. I don't want to do it again yet, but someday I may. Possibly see if I can take more than 100 strokes - ouch.

Work's been going really well. All my new designs have been selling quickly and orders have been piling up. Dom's employed extra staff to cope but that of course causes problems with space allocations and training. I've been wondering what's next. So far it's mainly been sexy lingerie and clothing but I've decided it's time for some real dungeon stuff, which could be a difficulty as I've never been in a real dungeon. So I'm not wanting to design the heavy bondage equipment (I'll leave that to the engineers) but rather the personal items that can be attached and maybe locked onto a person to cause excruciating pleasure or pain, depending on the penchant of their Dom. I know there's already lots of stuff out there and more may seem unnecessary, but I'd like to customize it so it fits the person it's designed for. So instead of it being sloppy in places and tight in others, it's tight all over, if that's what is wanted. A lot of it is also made from cheap and shoddy materials with poor workmanship, so I would insist on having the best materials and high quality workmanship in everything in my line. I would aim to cater to the top end of the market.

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Jolene called out to me, "I've got someone on the phone I think you should talk to."

As I approached she quietly told me it was a woman named Sarah who was enquiring about custom bondage gear.

Once on the phone, Sarah sounded a little embarrassed as she explained what she was wanting.

"My husband, Vince, and I are switches in BDSM. We've seen that your company designs custom erotic clothing and wondered if you would be able to design some customized BDSM clothing and accessories because we're unable to find anything in the shops or online and a lot of what is out there is really just junk."

I explained that we had a designer who was looking at expanding her talents to include BDSM personal items and would welcome a visit from her and Vince to discuss it in person. It turned out that they lived only about an hour's drive away so they made an appointment for the following day.

I told Ellie-Mae about the call that evening over dinner.

"So how do you want to play this?" she asked, "Obviously they will want both male and female equipment. I guess if we're customizing it we'll need to take measurements so we can make things the right size. Also they will need to be part of the design process because it's pointless making things that they don't want to use. Will you be interviewing them and do you want me there as well?"

"Yes, I think it's essential that you're there as well because you've had experience in measuring for the erotic clothing. We'll need to measure Vince when he's fully aroused as well as flaccid, and also I guess it would be good to take a cast of Sarah while she's quiescent as well as aroused. I don't know how much internal female anatomy changes between those two states but I suspect quite a lot."

"We can change a great deal. For example, it's possible with arousal and lubricant for a woman to take a man's fist, but when not aroused a finger can be gripped tightly. So probably an aroused cast and a not quite so aroused cast would be good. No point putting anything too thin in there. We'll also have to see what sort of games they like to play, of course."

"What say you have a think before they arrive and make a list of suggestions. After all, there are probably lots of scenarios that they haven't even thought of which they may enjoy."

"OK, I'll do that tomorrow morning for the afternoon meeting. I wonder if they're into caning and whipping. Maybe we could make some really nice whips as well."

"That's a good thought. I wonder who we could try them on now," replied Dom with a grin.

"Humph, so you want to employ me as a whip-test dummy, eh. We'll have to see about that. Maybe occasionally, but it will cost you if I'm too sore for you to use in bed. Though I guess you can always get your rocks off with Jolene," I added with a grin. 

"Mmm, maybe we could use her as a whip-test dummy," he replied smiling, "I certainly don't want to put you out of bedroom action for very long. It was bad enough after your 100 strokes challenge. Remember also that I'm really a retired Dom so I don't necessarily want to go round whipping people."

We cleaned up the kitchen, cuddled on the sofa while watching a sexy movie, then went to bed and made gentle love before sleeping soundly.

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Ellie-Mae's Journal:

It's really hard trying to work out what gear a person might like that can be customized. Obviously, rope and Velcro bondage equipment are fully adjustable so don't need customization. So the customized ones would include ones made from leather, plastic and metal where things are riveted or even welded in place. To my mind leather is preferable as it has a nice feel and seems more dungeon-like. It's also more suitable for long term wear, if that's what is required.

So for a woman my favorite pick would be a really tight crotch strap attached to a wide tight leather belt above the hips. My fantasy harness like that would have a double section at the back so that a crotch strap could be attached to the front, would pass over my clit and lips, between the two double layers and the end attached to a lifting apparatus. I could then be lifted up off the floor and all the pressure would be on my clit and pussy lips. Ooohh, that sounds so wonderful - I'll have to make one for me and experiment with different widths.

My second fantasy piece is made of leather straps and consists of two or three pieces. There is one piece where the straps are made into two loops and fit over my breasts tightly, joining them in the front. They should be adjustable so the strap between them can be tightened to hold them close together. The other part would be a longer strap with loops at each end to go over my breasts but this time the strap between them would go behind my back. This may be made of two parts if necessary. Then the two loops around each breast are joined by a small sleeve top and bottom that allows the straps to slide. I could then be lifted with the strap behind my back so that the loops around my breasts try to pull my breasts apart sideways, but these are held in place by the front strap. I would think this would cause very painful pressure as the opposing loops crushed the base of my breasts. I don't know if this would even be safe, but I'd love to give it a try.

Then of course there are the pussy inserts. I'd love to be aroused and have a pussy cast made just after I'd been fisted so it would be huge. Just imagine pushing that out! It would be like giving birth. Then I could be stimulated so that it could be reinserted and then I would just be left. My pussy would try to close up to normal size but that would not be possible. I have no idea what it would feel like, but I want to try that too.

For a guy, a crotch strap that just allows his cock to protrude, pressing his balls against his pubic bone or against his perineum, and then having him suspended as I described before would be really hot. I hope Dom lets me do that to him. I wonder if I can make him cum when he's suspended like that. 

With all these I think it would be fun if they could be locked in place under normal clothing and the person have to walk around in public. Of course you would have to be very careful about blood supply - I certainly don't want any parts of me dying. I'm sure that Vince and Sarah will have other ideas as well so this afternoon should be interesting.

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Sarah and Vince arrived just before their 2pm appointment time and I ushered them into a private interview room, pressing a button which summoned Ellie-Mae to the meeting. After introductions were completed, I took stock of our clients. Vince was a tall, quietly spoken guy, well-dressed and obviously well-heeled; the Mercedes 250SLK outside indicated that. Sarah was very well dressed in modest yet sexy clothing, a tall, slim brunette only slightly shorter than Vince. We sat on the sofas in the room and a few minutes later Jolene arrived with a jug of water and glasses. She was, as always, dressed in her skin-tight cat suit which emphasised rather than hid her sexual charms. I noticed Vince watch her closely the whole time she was in the room, unconsciously licking his lips.

After introductions were complete, Sarah reiterated what she had told me on the phone yesterday. I asked a few questions then handed it over to Ellie-Mae, explaining that she was the head of design. Ellie-Mae was looking particularly alluring today, probably because of the interview, with a very low-cut blouse which showed the tops of her breasts almost to her aureoles, and a tight miniskirt that revealed the tops of her elegant stockings if she bent over or sat down hurriedly. I noticed that Vince also followed her every movement with his eyes.

"What we really want, I think," said Sarah, glancing at Vince for support and agreement, "Is some bondage gear that can be used at home but also that can be worn under normal clothing during the daytime or in the evening. Vince and I belong to a BDSM club and while we can go along in restraint gear under a large baggy coat, I'd like to go along in maybe what I'm wearing now while underneath I would be in fairly strict bondage. The other problem is that most gear is made for women who are shorter than I am and who may be smaller around the hips. So it just doesn't fit, is not adjustable and is very uncomfortable in a non-sexy way. I do realize that bondage gear is not made for comfort necessarily, but it shouldn't pinch just because it doesn't fit.

"There's also stuff we would like but which isn't available and we don't have the facilities to make it. Some of the stuff made for men is laughable, either being the wrong size, Vince is quite well endowed, or just not doing what it's supposed to do, which is to restrain and cause sexual pain or frustration. So we hope that you'll be able to remedy this for us please."

Before I could answer, Vince cut in. "Of course, if you do make these items, you could always then make them for other customers, so really there is an advantage in you doing this as well."

"Yes, I definitely see that," I replied, "And I certainly agree with the points you've made. Much of the intimate lingerie Ellie-Mae's designed in the past has been custom made simply because it was the only way to get something that worked as it should."

"So what sorts of thing did you have in mind?" asked Ellie-Mae.

Vince and Sarah described in detail the sort of equipment they would like while Ellie-Mae took copious notes. As I listened I pictured Sarah in the items she described so vividly and noticed that my cock became quite hard. Looking at Vince's crotch, he was in the same predicament. The expressions on both Ellie-Mae's and Sarah's faces had also changed, Ellie-Mae's showing the arousal that she had before a bedtime session at home. This could be an interesting afternoon, I thought.

Ellie-Mae made some suggestions, including a breast bondage system and crotch strap which she'd earlier mentioned to me as being what she would really like, and then asked Vince what sort of male bondage gear he had considered. He mentioned the standard ones that ensured celibacy and isolated his balls, to which Ellie-Mae asked about a crotch strap that was also a ball compressor. I noticed his cock give a lurch at the thought, just as Sarah also licked her lips, indicating that she liked the idea.

After Ellie-Mae had taken several pages of notes she then told them that she needed sizes. They told her their standard hip and waist measurements.

"No, that's not really what I need," she replied. She explained that she needed the size of their genitals, both aroused and normal, interior and exterior, and of Sarah's breasts and of their anuses if they wanted anything anal. By the end of this they were both blushing bright red.

"Oh, of course, I guess we can hardly ask you to make custom fit equipment by guesswork, can we. When do we do this?" asked Vince.

"You can do this while you're here if you like," replied Ellie-Mae, "We have all the facilities necessary."

"Let's do it," said Sarah, "Get it over with. Where do we go?"

"We have a measuring room set up. So if you wish to go ahead we can take you there now if you like," offered Ellie-Mae.

This was accepted so she took Vince and Sarah through a few passages and entered the measuring room, where she locked the door. 

"OK, who's first?"

"I'll go first if you like," said Sarah, "After all, I started all this."

"Right. Please get out of your clothes. You can place them on the table."

Sarah turned her back and started undressing, placing her clothes on the table as she removed them and finally turning shyly, an arm across her breasts and hand over her crotch.

Ellie-Mae collected the measuring equipment and a clipboard to which a measurement sheet was attached, then approached Sarah.

"Right, the first thing is that I can't measure anything if it's covered, so please stand with your hands at your sides."

Sarah obliged, flushing red once again.

"Sarah, you really do have a beautiful body," said Ellie-Mae comfortingly, "Vince is certainly a lucky man. Now, please spread your arms out sideways."

Sarah did and Ellie-Mae took several measurements and noted them on the sheet. 

"Can you turn around now please," she asked.

Sarah turned around and Ellie-Mae noticed several almost-healed marks on her back and ass cheeks.

"Do you enjoy being whipped and caned, Sarah?" asked Ellie-Mae.

Sarah turned her head, blushing even more crimson. "Y - y - yes, I do. We've only done it a few times, but yes, I do enjoy it."

"Hmmm, so do I," Ellie-Mae said wistfully.

"You get beaten? Who beats you and what with?" asked Sarah.

Ellie-Mae spent a few minutes telling her about Dom and her hundred stroke challenge, after which she noticed that Sarah was noticeably aroused, with a trail of pussy juice running down one thigh. She took some more measurements, asking Sarah to spread her legs as she measured and spread Sarah's juices onto her lips.

"The thought of being beaten really seems to turn you on, doesn't it?" Ellie-Mae asked.

"Ooohhh yes, so much. I want Vince to do it some more but he's really afraid of hurting me. He also wants me to beat him and hurt him but I haven't yet because I don't want to do any damage, especially to his balls."

"They're a lot tougher than they look, and are eminently punishable because they are so sensitive," commented Ellie-Mae. "Maybe we should meet up for dinner sometime and have a BDSM evening."

"That'd be fantastic," enthused Sarah, "What do you think, darling?"

"Yes, I guess it would be great," replied Vince, a lot more nervously than Sarah.

"Right, I've finished measuring you externally, Sarah, please just sit on the chair and I'll measure Vince, then there is another measurement I need from you. Vince, can you please remove your clothes."

Sarah sat and watched her husband strip naked in front of her and Ellie-Mae, a woman she hardly knew but one she was certain her husband would like to know a lot better. Once he was naked Ellie-Mae began measuring, noticing that his cock was half erect. As she measured it became longer and more rigid.

"You have a lovely cock, Vince. May I touch it please?"

"Yes, of course, I'd love you to touch it actually," replied Vince with a smile, looking at Sarah and hoping it was OK.

Ellie-Mae touched it softly and lovingly, feeling it jerk then begin to grow longer and thicker. He really was well-endowed. She began stroking it gently, arousing him even more so she could measure it when fully erect. Eventually it stopped growing and a drop of precum appeared at the end.

"Could I clean that off for you?" asked Ellie-Mae with a smile.

Vince smiled back eagerly. "Oh, yes please. Do you do that?"

"All part of the service," she replied with a grin, running her tongue around his cock head before sucking it into her mouth. It was huge, she thought as she relaxed her jaw muscles and worked her throat muscles to take it further in. Very soon she had his balls against her chin, nose in his pubic hair and felt his cock in virgin territory in her throat. Oh, she just had to have Vince fuck her, hopefully today.

She pulled her head back, sucking in air, then sat back on her haunches and calmly measured the length and circumference. Ten inches long from his pubic bone and six inches around at the base. Wow.

"I think that's all the measurements I need from you," she smiled up at Vince, then turned to Sarah. "Now the last measurement I need is your internal measurement when you're aroused. So I can see you're quite aroused now. How aroused do you want to be when you're measured? I guess what I'm asking is how big an insert do you want in your vagina?"

Sarah and Vince exchanged glances, then Sarah looked at the floor.

"Vince dreams of fisting me and of me carrying an insert the size I would expand to when he has his fist inside me. However, I keep telling him that his hands are too big; they're huge, look at them. I don't know if I could take a fist that size inside me."

Ellie-Mae eyed Vince's hands and mentally compared them with Dom's hands, which she had accepted inside her. Then again, Sarah was a bigger woman than she was so should possibly be able to accept her husband's larger hand.

"Well, I think with a lot of arousal and loving care you probably could take Vince's hand inside you. However, for today, what about a compromise? What if I aroused you and fisted you with my smaller hand?" asked Ellie-Mae. "Maybe then once you had that and wore the insert for a while you'd be more confident and relaxed about allowing Vince to try his hand."

Sarah looked at Vince, then back to Ellie-Mae.

"That sounds fine to me," she replied. "Are you happy doing that for me?"

"Absolutely. More than happy, in fact. So come and lie on the bed with your legs wide apart while I grease up my hand."

For the next little while Ellie-Mae stimulated Sarah's pussy, running her well-lubricated fingers over her pussy lips and clit while Sarah became progressively more aroused and Vince watched in fascination as Ellie-Mae gradually opened Sarah up, inserting one, two, and eventually four fingers inside her. Sarah lay with her eyes closed, giving the occasional shudder as her arousal increased, humping her hips occasionally and squeezing both her nipples with her fingers. Carefully, when she judged the time to be right, Ellie-Mae folded her thumb against the palm of her hand and slowly pushed further inside Sarah. Sarah's mouth formed an 'O' as she felt Ellie-Mae's hand intruding further than before. Vince watched, amazed, as Ellie-Mae slowly slid her hand inside his wife until her hand had completely disappeared up to her wrist. Ellie-Mae had made a fist inside Sarah and now began moving gently back and forth, accustoming her vagina to the intruder.




The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 05



"Lubricate your hand, Vince," she said quietly.

Vince rubbed a copious amount of lubricant over his right hand while Ellie-Mae continued to move gently inside Sarah, pulling out to her knuckles, then reinserting. Sarah rolled her head from side to side, obviously enjoying the sensations and becoming even more aroused. Ellie-Mae signalled Vince to come closer and when he was in position, she removed her hand, grabbed Vince's lubricated hand, squeezed his fingers together and helped him push it into Sarah.

Sarah recognized the change and opened her eyes, looking deeply into those of her husband as he began fisting her for the first time, pushing four fingers of his large hand into her slowly, then withdrawing gradually again. Ellie-Mae told him to fold his thumb against his palm and push in further next time, which he did. The look on his face and Sarah's was priceless as he slipped his hand inside her. 

"Bend your fingers into a fist," Ellie-Mae told him as most of his hand was inside. "You need your hand straight while entering and leaving, at least for now, but can make a fist inside. Sarah is used to taking your ten inch monster so should have no problem with you pushing your whole hand inside. You may find that eventually you'll be able to push in past your wrist even."

Within a few minutes Vince did just that, about two inches of his forearm disappearing inside Sarah's vagina while she kept squeezing her nipples harder, rolling her head from side to side and making guttural sounds in her throat. It was obvious to Ellie-Mae that she was almost ready to cum on her husband's fist for the first time. Ellie-Mae suggested he move a little faster, which he did, and that pushed Sarah over the edge. With a shrill scream she came hard, panting from exertion as she writhed on the bed, Vince's fist and wrist pummelling her love tunnel.

Once she had calmed down Ellie-Mae asked Vince to remove his fist while she mixed the quick setting foam to take a cast. Once his fist was out, Ellie-Mae asked Sarah to lift her ass high and she placed several pillows under Sarah's hips, holding her hips in place, then poured the foam mix inside her gaping pussy until it was filled.

"Now this takes a few minutes to set so just hold still and make sure you don't clench your muscles yet."

Ellie-Mae watched Sarah and then turned to Vince, noting his enormous hard cock.

"So what shall we do with him?" asked Ellie-Mae.

"I don't know," replied Vince, "Sara's obviously full, so what options do we have?" he asked with a grin.

"Well, I have a sopping wet pussy of you'd like to try it," she grinned back.

No further invitation was required. Vince sat on the chair and Ellie-Mae removed her thong then impaled herself on his cock, sitting astride him and facing him. They moved together quickly, almost frantically, trying to relieve themselves of the build-up of sexual tension. After only a very short time he squirted his cum deep inside Ellie-Mae, pushing her to her orgasm, which she screamed out against his chest. They stayed together, rocking back and forth for a few minutes, then she stood up, cleaned up his overflow and pulled her thong back on before attending to Sarah.

The foam was set so Ellie-Mae instructed Sarah to push hard. She did and slowly her entrance expanded to let the huge bulb of foam out with a rush. 

"Wow, is that the size I was inside?" asked an amazed Sarah.

"Yes, sweetheart. Once we make a dildo this size and shape you'll be able to have Vince arouse you then insert the dildo and keep your vagina this size for hours at a time if you wish. I'm sure you and Vince could work out games to play with this. The other thing we have designed is a tiny clit stimulator which fits into a thong panty and has a battery pack and control unit which we can fit into your dildo. Would you like one of those too? "

Sarah nodded vigorously. "Ooohhh, yes please," she said.

Vince grinned, imagining how ready for sex Sarah would be after a day of wearing that dildo and stimulator.

"So do I get something to keep me aroused all day too," he asked.

"Well, no, there's not really anything for men," replied Ellie-Mae, "Women are fortunate in that they can cum many times in quite quick succession and sometimes still want more. So with the dildo in place, Sarah could masturbate during the day then be really hot for you when you arrive home. But it doesn't work like that with men. Once a man cums he usually has a period when he is unable to even be aroused again, let alone cum. So the idea with a man is to indirectly stimulate him. This means that if he knows that his partner is going to be waiting for him to make love to her when he walks in the door, that is far more arousing than actual stimulation," she explained. "So possibly the most stimulating thing that a man can do is to fit the dildo into his partner and somehow lock it in place so he has the pleasure of removing it when he returns."

"So will I get a dildo like this foam thing then?" asked Sarah.

"Yes, we will make several of varying sizes for you. They will all have a hole in the outer end through which a cord or chain can be fastened to hold it in place or lock it in place until it is removed. This means that you, Vince, can lock Sarah up and take the key to work, then unlock her when you come home. Just a point, it's a good idea to always leave a spare key at home in a sealed glass case so that if anything happens to you or the other key, or if there is some emergency, Sarah can remove the dildo herself with the spare key but must break the glass case it's in to do so."

Sarah and Vince discussed these comments quietly for a few minutes, after which Vince asked: "So what types of bondage gear do you recommend? We'd like some that can be worn under clothing and some for use at home."

Ellie-Mae described various types of bondage clothing and equipment and after nearly an hour she had a long order list. This couple were definitely serious about taking BDSM to the next level in their lives. Ellie-Mae was very pleased to be able to design this for them and in doing this, to perfect some of the designs that she'd dreamed up recently but had been unable to develop as yet.

"Right," she said finally, "I think we have enough to go on with now. I'll get these made up over the next few weeks and then you can return and try things for size and effectiveness. Alternatively, I could bring them to you so you could try them at home if you wish."

They dressed, thanked Ellie-Mae, paid a substantial deposit for the items and departed for home. Ellie-Mae told me about what had been discussed and showed me the large order they had left.

"As I make these up for them, I will also make up a set for me in my sizing," Ellie-Mae commented. "That will allow me to see how they work for me and I'm sure you won't object to trying them out on me. I'll also make a set of the male gear for you so I can try it out on you. Should be fun. So we won't make much money on this order but we'll certainly do a great deal of development of equipment which we can include in a catalogue."

I agreed to this and we kissed and had a quick fondle. I expressed surprise at her having such a sloppy pussy, so she confessed to fucking Vince, which didn't surprise me at all.

"I trust you'll still be hot and ready for me tonight though," I said with a grin as we parted to continue our own work.

That evening we drove home together and I could hardly wait to get her inside before I started stripping her out of her brief clothing, dropping my trousers and removing my shirt and shorts at the same time. I was about to take her to the bedroom when she stopped me.

"Let's collect some food from the kitchen, darling. I'm sexy and horny, but also starving."

We heated some leftovers and took them with some water and a glass of wine each into the bedroom.

"So, you just had to fuck Vince, did you?" I asked rhetorically. "Well, I think that deserves some punishment, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied, dropping into sub mode automatically.

"What shall we do, I wonder. I could cane you, whip you, tie you up and ignore you, arouse you but not let you cum for hours. Or maybe all of these. Such a difficult decision. I know what I'll do first though," I concluded, opening a packet from the cupboard. "This was completed yesterday so it's a good time to introduce you to it I guess."

I opened the packet and took out a large dildo, shaped from Ellie-Mae's pussy cast but with a recess for a battery pack, and an adjustable leather G string with attached clit stimulator and battery pack.

"Ooohhh, it's arrived! Please put it on me, honey."

I did just that, the large dildo fitting into her obviously aroused hole perfectly. I fitted the G string and then turned it on to low stimulation, watching her face as the tiny vibrator started playing with her clit.

"Ooohhh that's wonderful; feels so sexy, but I need more. Can you turn it up please, sweetheart. I need to cum so badly."

"And while we eat dinner you'll continue to need to cum. Let's eat."

She pulled a face at me but sat on the bed and together we ate and drank while she felt and I watched the stimulator do its job. She couldn't sit still, wriggling her ass about on the bed, reaching out and stroking my hard cock until I removed her hand. Dinner was over quickly as we were both ready to get down to business.

I opened the cupboard and selected a thin, flexible cane, swishing it in the air a few times.

"Whatever I do, you need to be restrained so roll onto your stomach on the bed," I commanded.

Ellie-Mae dutifully rolled as told and I fastened the wrist and ankle cuffs and pulled the ropes tight, leaving her spread-eagled face down on the bed. I left the G string, dildo and stimulator in place. I tapped her ass a few times with the cane, then did the same on the inside of her thighs. She wriggled a little despite the restraints. She certainly liked being caned, but I really didn't want to hurt her the way she wanted me to; I was trying to put that life behind me. However, if she wanted that I guess she could have some.

I walked around the bed a few times then without warning gave her two moderate strokes on her ass cheeks in rapid succession. She yelped and writhed even more on the bed, in surprise rather than pain I think. 

I went to the foot of the bed and started tapping the cane on the soles of her feet, gently at first but rapidly I increased the power of the strokes until she was wriggling her feet in obvious pain, moaning quietly. I watched her body processing the pain, noticing that as the pain increased so also did her pelvic movements as she attempted to gain some relief for her arousal from the dildo and stimulator and by movement against the bed cover. After a few minutes I ceased beating the soles of her feet and untied them, bending her legs at her knees and hips so her knees were alongside her breasts, then tying her knees in place with the ropes in the middle of each side of the bed. This pushed her ass up into the air beautifully, exposing both ass and pussy for further torment.

I selected a new multi-tailed flogger and started gently using it on her ass, pussy and insides of her thighs. She began moaning, wanting desperately to cum but seemingly unable to reach that nirvana with the low stimulation she was receiving. I kept this up for around five minutes then decided that I needed some release. I removed her G string and dildo and gazed lovingly at her gaping hole, which I filled with my rampant hard cock.

I did not make love to her; I fucked her hard, pressing my cock deeply inside her, seeking only my own release. It took only a few strokes before I came hard into the end of her love tunnel, but that added stimulation was enough to push her over the top. She also came hard, wriggling her ass as much as she could, stifling her scream in the pillow. When I was ready I pulled out and gave her ass a few good hard smacks with my hand. I then reinserted the dildo and refitted the G string, leaving the stimulator on low.

I drank some water and then took some rope from the cupboard. After releasing Ellie-Mae from the bed, I walked her over to the corner of the room where I had installed a ring in the ceiling, with two other rings near floor level part way down the walls. I attached Ellie-Mae's hands to the ceiling ring then spread her legs, tying each of her ankles to the wall rings and pulling them tight. I then tied a blindfold around her head. 

"Darling, please turn this vibe up. It's driving me nuts. I'm so close to cumming but there's just not quite enough stimulation. Please."

I simply kissed her lips, then took the flogger again and started gently beating her breasts, then walked around her using it on whatever part of her body took my fancy - breasts, abdomen, back, ass, thighs, pussy wherever. Ellie-Mae was writhing her body, seeking that last little bit of stimulation to allow her to cum, but to no avail.

"So, do you like this stimulation?" I asked.

"Oooohhhh, yesssss! I feel so sexy, so alive, so sensitive. My pussy feels really horny and just wants to cum, and the stimulation to my skin just produces spikes of pleasure which are too short to help get me off. Please turn it up and let me cum."

"What, and end all this pleasure?"

"No! Yes! Oohh, I don't know. I can't think. My brain's not working. All it can think about is cumming."

I continued this for at least twenty minutes, maybe longer as I lost track of time, as did Ellie-Mae I'm certain. Her body was very tense, writhing, striving to cum, struggling to accept and process all the stimulation it was receiving, covered in a sheen of sweat as her muscles tensed and released spasmodically. I stopped my flogging of her sensitive parts and held a glass of water to her lips. She drank thirstily, then I resumed the process.

As with everything in life, there must be an ending and the end of this could be either that she cums and we sleep, or that I remove everything and deny her any release. The old me, as Dom, would have chosen the latter for a slave or sub. But Ellie-Mae was much more than that to me; she was a good friend, business partner and my lover. I chose the former ending. I increased the stimulator one notch and continued my gentle beating, though I increased the pace and strength of the blows on her now red sensitive areas.

Immediately Ellie-Mae's body noticed the changes and she started moving harder and faster, writhing in what appeared to be agony but which I knew was ecstasy; how closely those two sensations are related. It took only a few minutes of this slightly increased stimulation before she came hard, screaming out her overdue orgasm as I laid several hard strokes on her breasts. I turned the stimulator up a notch.

Ellie-Mae came down from her orgasmic high and relaxed in her bonds, but only for a few seconds as the increased vibration against her clit re-awoke her desire and her need. She began moving her hips in fucking motions, matching her innate actions to the stimulation as she once again climbed the slippery slope towards her release. I walked around her, beating her gently again and very soon she was gasping for air, panting and moaning. Then she came again, yet another scream, more writhing, another notch increase in the stimulator.

Once again she hung limp in her bonds after her orgasm passed, but this time only for a few seconds before the vibrations re-awakened her longing and she began moving again, grunting as waves of sensation assailed her senses. I used moderate strokes of the flogger on her beautiful bright red breasts, gripping both nipples hard and twisting them to increase the stimulation. It was all it took. Once again she thrashed about in her bonds, cumming hard, panting and screaming at the same time. I increased the stimulator by another notch.

This time she didn't come down from her orgasm, she simply continued to cum at a slightly lower level before building up to another peak, throwing her head back and letting out a blood-curdling shriek . I again increased the stimulation until it was on maximum and she continued to cum hard, her gorgeous body was covered in sweat, her nipples hard and engorged, her hips in particular dancing a frenetic dance as she humped against an imaginary lover, seeking greater and greater stimulation and sensations.

After a full five minutes of cumming hard she stopped moving and slumped forward in her bonds. She had passed out, completely unconscious. I turned the vibrator off, removed her G string and dildo, untied her ankles, removed her blindfold and released her hands, catching her body as it slumped against me, and carried her to our bed, laying her on her side on the sheet, then laying myself alongside her, stroking her hot body gently.

After a few minutes she stirred and opened her eyes. Then she kissed me, pressing her body against me.

"Oh darling, that was so beautiful," she said in my ear once we broke the kiss. "Thank you sweetheart, thank you."

"You were fantastic to watch too," I replied, "I've never seen anyone cum so hard for so long. A lot better than when we were trialling the clit vibrators."

"Mmmm, I think it was the gentle beating that did it. I felt stimulated all over. It was wonderful. Thank you for the new toys."

"They arrived yesterday and I was waiting for a good time to give them to you. I think I found it."

"Yes, you did. They were wonderful. So what about you? Do you want any more sex tonight or is it all over?"

I noticed that my cock was quite hard and the sexy talk had me feeling a little horny. Maybe making sweet gentle love to my sweetheart would be a lovely way to end the evening.

"I'm ready to make love to you if that's what you'd like," I replied.

"Oh yes, darling, anytime."

We loved each other gently and erotically, taking our time as we each strove to stimulate the other to the greatest effect. Her cunt was loose and very wet so the amount of stimulation I received was less than usual, enabling us to make love for nearly an hour during which time Ellie-Mae had several small orgasms before our final combined big one. After that we slept peacefully in each other's arms, content with the world and each other.

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Ellie-Mae's Journal

What a day and night that was! I got so horny helping Vince and Sarah, and even fucking Vince simply served to increase rather than decrease that horniness. The evening was fantastic. That's now twice I've been stimulated senseless - literally. Then our sweet lovemaking that lasted forever, it seemed, was just out of this world. I love Dom so very much; he's just wonderful. Everything a man could possibly be and then lots more.

The next day we went to work as usual and I started developing the designs of the clothing and equipment needed for Vince and Sarah's order, making sure that I included a set of everything for Dom and me. I also did some work on designing the ideas I had for a crotch strap restraint and breast bondage straps. I figured that now we had a ceiling ring in our room this would be a great place to use this gear.

Obviously I needed help to fit some things to me so called on Jolene. The first time she fitted a G string to me, similar to the one I had but with interchangeable straps, she noticed the two red stripes across my ass from the cane last night. She asked who'd been beating me so I gave her a summary or our activities the previous evening. She told me that she felt really hot and horny imagining Dom and I doing all that together and asked if it would be OK if we took a break while she released some tension. I suggested we could take a break together.

We used the same interview room I had used with Vince and Sarah yesterday, locking the door securely so we wouldn't be disturbed. We stood face to face and kissed each other, our hands roaming each other's body. I helped Jolene out of her cat suit and she removed the crotchless panties I habitually wore when I was working. We lay on the bed in a 69 position, each admiring, caressing and gently mouthing the other's honey pot. She was right; she was hot and horny and her pussy was completely drenched and dripping. I lapped that up and then sucked her to extract more. I could feel her doing the same for me, sending pulses of stimulation through my body. Already I was needing to cum. I've developed into such a cum slut in the last little while! I reached up and massaged Jolene's breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples as she did mine. It took only a few minutes before I felt her pussy contracting on my tongue as she came. Her weight pressed down on me as her limbs relaxed but her tongue redoubled its efforts on my clit and after a very short time I also came, writhing under her body as she punished my nipples cruelly with her fingers.




The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 05



We rolled apart, kissed each other, cleaned up, redressed and went back to work, vowing that this would not be the last time we enjoyed each other's body.

By the end of the day I had a prototype of each of the ideas I had for crotch strap and breast bondage. I took them home with me and told Dom about my day as we drove home. Dom got a glint in his eye which I knew meant we were in for an interesting evening.

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Once home, we had dinner and then I asked Ellie-Mae to show me what she'd been doing today. 

"Breast or pussy first?" she asked.

"Let's try breast first."

She brought out what looked like a bundle of about 1 inch wide leather straps then proceeded to sort them into some order. It soon became clear what had to happen and I helped her fit the two-piece loops over each breast and then did up the clasp behind her shoulders.

"Now, you see the handle thingie on the clasp," she said.

I found what I thought would be a handle. "Yes, I think so."

"Right, now it works on a ratchet system. So if you lift it away from me it will tighten the straps, then you can push it back towards me and it will sit flat. So try ratcheting it in a bit tighter please."

I cautiously operated the handle a couple of times and noticed that the straps around the insides of her breasts were pulled outwards but the outer straps remained stationary, causing the base of her breasts to be compressed. This, of course, caused her breasts to protrude further and to begin turning red. Her nipples elongated and became a deep red colour.

"How's that?" I asked.

"Mmmm, it feels interesting," she replied. "My breasts are beginning to tingle, probably from the reduced blood supply, and that by itself send tingles to my pussy. It's a bit harder to breathe with my chest compressed as well so I'm breathing into my abdomen instead of by chest expansion."

"OK, so what now?"

"Well, the idea is that I can now be suspended by this breast harness. So if you put a rope through the ceiling ring and attach one end to the ring in the strap between my breasts, then hoist me up off the floor, all my weight will be taken on my breasts. The ring in the center at the front will pull the straps on the outside of my breasts tighter, and compress my breasts even more. There's also a ring at the back in case you want to suspend me that way."

I found a rope and attached one end to the ring between her breasts with a karabiner, fed the rope through the ceiling ring then positioned Ellie-Mae directly below it. I pulled down on the rope and Ellie-Mae was hoisted up until she was on tip toes. Her breasts were now a purple colour from lack of blood circulation so would need to be released within a short time. I couldn't quite pull down hard enough to raise her off the floor completely. So I lowered her again and set up a reduction lift using pulleys and one of the rings in the wall. This time when I pulled on the rope I was able to easily hoist her off the floor and she swung on the end of the rope, completely suspended by her breasts.

"Ooohhh, that feels so strange," she gasped, obviously struggling to breathe, "It feels as though they'll be ripped off. I would think it would be really painful after a very short time."

"Do you want me to let you down yet?" I asked, a little concerned at the possibility of causing real damage.

"No. Time me. Two more minutes. Count it down."

I looked at the clock and called out each fifteen seconds as I counted down two minutes. After a minute she was moaning and rolling her head, obviously in pain. By the time two minutes was up she was biting her lip to try to stifle the cries from her mouth. I called two minutes and lowered her quickly.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she gasped in relief, "That was so painful. Please loosen the ratchet but don't take it off, just leave it a little looser. Press the red button to release it."

I pressed the red button and immediately the tension reduced as the strap slid through the device. I stopped it when it was moderately tight.

"Is that OK?" I asked.

"Yes, that should be better, but now my breasts are stinging as the blood circulation comes back. That's real torment. I certainly hadn't counted on that."

I released the ring from the karabiner and Ellie-Mae rubbed her sore breasts, trying to help re-establish the circulation and remove the stinging soreness. Then she took another bundle of leather straps from her bag and handed it to me.

"Can you help me into this please, honey."

I sorted out the straps and saw I held a leather waist belt with a narrower crotch strap, only one end of which was attached to the waist belt. 

"Put the waist belt around me first," she instructed.

I positioned the waist belt so that the attachment point for the crotch strap was at the front. The two ratchet clips were located between the attachment point and her hips.

"Now adjust the ratchet fasteners so that the front attachment and the rear double section are central."

I did this, noticing for the first time that there was a double section at the back, sewn so that there was space between the two layers.

"Now take the crotch strap hanging down in front and pull it over my pussy and between my legs, then push the end with the ring through the double part."

I did this, noticing that the strap widened slightly between her legs, covering her pussy lips, before narrowing again between her ass cheeks. I pushed the end through the double section. It was now very obvious what I needed to do. I attached the karabiner on the rope to the ring in the end of the crotch strap.

Ellie-Mae smiled at me. "You like?"

"I like very much," I replied, smiling with anticipation. "I guess that now you want me to raise you off the floor again. Have you tried this? The crotch strap will really hurt when all your weight goes on it and it crushes your pussy lips."

"Yes, I know," she grinned, "That's how I designed it. Please do it now."

I did, pulling the rope with the pulley reduction system until she was again standing on tip toes.

"OK to lift you?" I asked.

"Yes, do it," she replied through gritted teeth, obviously in pain already.

I pulled, she lifted off the floor and screamed as she did so. I quickly lowered her down.

"Ouchy! There's a bit of skin caught and it really stung," she explained as she wriggled herself and repositioned the straps with her hands. "OK, that feels better. Try again please, darling."

I once again lifted her off the floor and she spun gently at the end of the rope. She grinned at me as she came round.

"That feels wonderful," she said. "Painful, but the pain is sexy pain. It really presses my pussy lips and clit. OK, give me two more minutes then I'll try another strap."

After two minutes she still appeared reasonably comfortable as I lowered her to the ground. I removed the karabiner from the loop in the end of the crotch strap and fed the loop back through the doubled section. Ellie-Mae quickly undid the attachment at the front, then rummaged in her bag and pulled out a double narrow leather strap with a loop at one end. She attached the non-looped end to the front of the waist strap then passed the two leather straps between her legs so I could push the part where it again became a wider single strap with a ring in the end through the doubled part to attach to the karabiner. Once it was loosely attached, she adjusted the two straps between her legs so that they went on the outside of her pussy lips, fitting into the creases between her pussy and her thighs.

"Can you raise me please darling, just slowly to start with."

I pulled the rope that was operating through the reduction system and slowly she rose onto her toes as the straps pulled tightly into each side of her groin. I watched as her pussy lips seemed to swell between the straps, looking very inviting for all sorts of sexy play. 

"Ready for lift off?" I asked.

"Yes, sweetheart, lift away. It feels really strange. My pussy lips feel so full as theough they're just waiting to be played with," she replied.

Another couple of pulls on the rope and she was swinging off the floor. I knelt down and stopped her spinning as she was facing me, feeling her pussy lips, now engorged with blood, and running my finger through her wet slit.

"You feel like you're really turned on, honey," I commented.

"It feels like that inside as well," she replied, "It's actually cutting in a bit more than I expected and is becoming quite painful. Can you count me down for another two minutes please."

After the two minutes had elapsed I lowered her again, much to her apparent relief, and unhooked her from the karabiner. The two straps had left red marks in her groin but other than that she seemed fine.

"That was certainly more painful than the wider strap," she said, "So I don't know how I'll go with the last strap."

Ellie-Mae quickly removed the double strap from the waist belt and pulled out a narrower plaited leather strap with a loop at one end from her bag. She attached the non-looped end to the front of the waist strap then passed the plaited leather between her legs for me to push through the doubled part and attach to the karabiner. She then pulled her pussy lips apart and fitted the plaited leather between them, ensuring that it was directly over her clit.

"Right, can you pull up gently please, darling."

I pulled gently until the rope was taut. She wriggled her hips a bit to reposition the strap, then directed me to pull a bit harder. I did, then held it with her standing on tip toes. Ellie-Mae closed her eyes and bit her lip to stifle a scream as the plaited leather pressed hard against her clit. After a few seconds to get used to the initial pain, she told me to raise it a little more. I did, and once again she gave the pain response, then nodded. A little more, so there was now nearly no weight on her toes. 

"Aaarrrggghhh," she screamed.

"Do you want down?" I asked.

"No, give me more up. Lift me off the floor."

Against my better judgement I did and she cleared the floor, spinning slowly with her eyes closed, teeth biting her lip and a grimace of pain on her face. After only a few seconds she said "Down."

I lowered her immediately, taking all weight off the strap.

"Whew," she said after a few seconds, "That was painful. I expected it to be, of course, but it was a different pain from any I've felt before. It will certainly take some getting used to."

"So you'll be doing it again?" I asked.

"Oh yes, sweetheart, I do enjoy giving my body these challenges, especially as you've become so reluctant to inflict any real pain on me now. I want to experiment with other crotch straps including knotted rope and chain, but not today. Thank you for helping me tonight, darling. Is it time for bed yet?"

"Not quite yet," I replied, "I want to try something. Lie down on the floor please."

She lay down and I used some ropes to tie her legs tightly bent so that if she was hoisted by the crotch strap she would tip forward. I then attached the karabiner to her plaited crotch strap and fitted a short, adjustable rope to the back ring of her breast straps.

"Roll forwards on your knees so you're horizontal, face to the floor please," I instructed.

She did and I pulled the rope to take a slight tension in it before adjusting the rope to the breast strap so that both straps were taking roughly equal weight.

"Right, I'm lifting you now."

I pulled on the rope and she lifted off the floor, lying horizontally with her legs fully bent, her weight being taken by both her breast strap and crotch strap.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"Feels great, thanks. Better than either separately because there is less pressure on everything meaning I can stay like this for far longer. My breasts are starting to tingle again and my clit hurts like hell, but that would be expected."

"You look really beautiful like that too," I commented, "Your breasts hang down enticingly and your widely spread pussy with its strap through the middle looks very sexy. Tell me when you want to be lowered."

She stayed there for nearly five minutes before she showed signs of increasing discomfort and asked to be released. I did that and then fully released her from all her bondage. She sat on the edge of the bed.

"That was quite intense, but very enjoyable," she summarized, then gently investigated her clit. "My clit's definitely had a workout but I'm sure it would enjoy making love with you, but after we try your new toys on you."

She went to her bag again and pulled out another waist belt and some straps. I looked at her questioningly.

"Well, you didn't think you were going to get away with me wearing suspension gear and not you, did you?"

She fitted my waist strap and adjusted it so the hooks at the front and doubled portion at the rear were central, then she brought out a leather belt with a hole in it. She fitted the leather belt to the front hooks, pushed my hard cock and balls through the hole, then fed the other end with the ring through the doubled part at the back. She hooked the ring to the karabiner.

"OK, how does that feel now?"

"It feels fine, but there's no weight on it," I replied.

"OK to raise you now?" she asked.

"Hoist away. I'll tell you if there's any problem."

She hoisted me slowly and I felt my weight come onto the strap and my crotch as the weight on my feet lessened. I bent my knees a little to take more weight before I was committed and it felt fine; painful but not too bad yet. She kept raising me until my feet left the floor and I was swinging gently.

"How's it feel?"

"Yeah, a bit sore but I can stand this for a while."

"Shall I count down two minutes?"

"OK, that should be fine."

As time passed the pain increased, mainly in the base of my cock where all my weight was concentrated. It also cut off the return bloodflow from my cock so it became really big and incredibly hard, tingling from lack of circulation. Ellie-Mae tied off the rope and knelt down in front of me, rubbing my cock gently and taking much of into her mouth.

"He's so gorgeous and big and hard. I wish he could be this size all the time."

"Yes, well, he's also tingling and is becoming quite sore. How's the time?"

"Fifteen to go."

When time was up she lowered me to the floor again and blood flowed back into my cock, causing a stinging pain. It slowly started to reduce in size back to normal.

"Oh, what a pity, he's going down again. I wonder what would happen if I tied a very tight string around him when he was big and hard before releasing you next time."

"Well, assuming there is a next time, you could always try."

"Right now I have another next time for you. This may be a challenge."

She removed the strap between my legs and pulled out another strap which had a smaller hole in it for my cock but also had two small holes in the rear. She attached it as usual, pushed my cock through the hole but let it hang down straight. She then took a bootlace and tied it quite tightly around my balls before feeding the ends of the laces through the small holes in the rear. She then pushed the ring and the end of the strap through the doubled part of the belt and attached it to the karabiner, leaving plenty of slack. Then she pulled the laces, drawing my balls backwards between the strap and my perineum, then took up most of the slack in the strap before tying the laces on the outside. This held my balls about halfway between my cock and asshole, right where most of my weight would come. She grinned at me, a devilish grin.

"Are you ready for mega-pain?" she asked.

"No, but I guess that won't matter."

"You're right," she replied as she pulled on the rope, taking up the remainder of the slack then taking some of my weight.

Instantly pain radiated from my balls as they were squeezed between my body and the strap. I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying out; I wasn't used to pain; I was an ex-Dom, not an ex-sub.

"If you're going to do it, do it quickly. I can't stand this for very long at all," I groaned to her.

She pulled in on the rope and my pain increased, becoming absolutely excruciating as my feet left the floor.

"Down! Down!" I yelled.

She released the rope and I dropped to the floor immediately, the pain reducing then slowly abating until I was left with a dull ache in my balls.

Ellie-Mae quickly released the strap and untied my balls, caressing them gently.

"I'm sorry, darling. I knew it would hurt but just wanted to see how you would take it, honey. I do hope you're not damaged for life," she said, mock-seriously.

"I'm sure I'll be OK, I think. That was certainly the most pain I've ever felt. You have a very devious mind, little lady," I replied, giving her a kiss.

She kissed me back and cuddled into me.

"Darling," she began, as I wondered what was still to come. "I'd like to put on the double strap and tie it in place on me, and I'd like to put on the first strap I had on you and tie that in place, then I want to fuck you silly in bed. Does that sound like a plan to you?"

"Sure does," I grinned.

She fitted the strap to me, carefully pushing my cock and balls through the hole, then threading a lace through a hole in the rear. She fitted the ring to the karabiner and hoisted me nearly off the floor before tying the lace to the waist belt. She then let me down and disconnected me from the karabiner, leaving the strap tight, but not too tight through my crotch. It felt remarkably sexy and did increase the size of my cock, though it didn't impede my blood flow enough to cause any tingling.

I then repeated the process with her using the double strap and once that was fitted it also caused her pussy lips to become engorged, but without tingling. Our sexy bits were ready for action.

She moved onto the bed and lay there, arms out wide, legs bent and knees spread wide apart.

"Take me, lover, fuck me hard," she commanded.

I needed no further invitation and knelt between her knees, caressing her breasts, then spreading her copious lubrication over her bulging pussy. I placed the head of my huge cock against her slit and pushed, making little impression. The side straps were obviously also holding her pussy lips closed together. This should be an amazing fuck, I told myself. I pushed harder and entered her with the head of my cock. She started to make small grunting sounds as she pressed against me, encouraging me and trying to get more of my cock inside.

"Oh, yes, darling, push him in, feed it to me, honey, fuck me hard," she mumbled as she rolled her head from side to side.

I pushed harder and felt my head pass the constriction caused by the strap, then flow steadily into her with a deliciously tight friction along the sides. I went in deep, my cock longer than usual, until I hit the end with an inch or so still to go. She wriggled her hips, trying to reposition me so I could go deeper, and eventually, with her movements and my pressure, I was completely inside, my balls pressed hard against the strap covering her perineum, my strap just above my cock pressing against her clit.

"Mmmm, remind me to put a stimulation pad on your strap so it can stimulate my clit when we do this next time. The smooth leather doesn't do much at all," she said, aware in her mind of design changes even as she enjoyed the ecstasy of our love-making. "However, please also remember that my clit was really sore a while ago so is quite tender still."

Once I was fully embedded in her sexy, warm, sopping wet cunt, we moved together, enjoying the added friction of the sides of her entrance as she wriggled her hips to try to gain additional stimulation for her clit without causing too much additional pain. My balls were still sore from their earlier abuse so I was careful not to allow them to press or slap against her leather strap. It took what seemed to be a long time until she was ready to cum, then she threw caution to the wind and fucked hard, moving her hips vigorously against mine as she sought every last bit of stimulation she could find. Suddenly she was there.