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If You Want

By: noticelandic



The following is based on actual events that took place last year, my senior year of college. This is my first submission and any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

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Katie was one of the first friends I made in college. She was by no means the best-looking of my social circle - short with dark hair, fair skin, and a medium build - and I was not immediately attracted to her. During my first 3 years there, I had dated casually with other girls, but the thought of Katie had crossed my mind a few times here and there. On occasion, I felt the same thing from her, and the result was a steady build of sexual tension. But it was never discussed, and I was fairly certain it wasn't worth the trouble. Nothing had ever happened between us also because she was always very conservative sexually. Now in our senior year, I've noticed some changes. She's become very sexually active, sometimes with guys she barely knew. It became so that she'd eagerly talk about sex, mostly with her girlfriends (who now seem more conservative than Katie), but sometimes also with me. On one such day, Katie and I sat in her apartment after class as we often did, and the topic of conversation somehow ended up focusing on penises. 

"Well there's no way I'd blow an uncircumcised one."

"Huh, why not?" I asked.

"It's...just gross. I don't know. With the extra foreskin and everything."

"What, it's just more skin! You mean, you've never seen an uncircumcised dick before?"

"No, I haven't. But I heard that junk gets stuck under there. That's dirty!"

"No no no. We clean it out in the shower."

"What do you mean, 'we?' Wait, you're not circumcised?"

Suddenly I felt embarassed. How was it that little conservative Katie was now asking me about my penis? I realized that the conversation was getting a bit personal at that moment and I tentatively responded, "Is that so weird?"

"Oh my god!"

"What?"

"You're the only guy I know who isn't circumcised."

"Well, believe me, it isn't as bizarre as you're making it."

"What does it look like?"

"It's just... more skin, like I said. It just flaps over the head when it's flaccid. When it's erect, the skin peels back and it looks more or less the same as a circumcised one."

"Oh, I had no idea. So, it just peels back easily?"

"Yup, so it's not as different as you think. You still would never suck an uncut dick, though, huh?"

"I don't know. I'd have to think about that."

"You know, I'm actually glad that I'm uncut, because you can do a trick when you're masturbating."

"A trick! What do you mean? What do you do??"

"Um, you're a little too excited about this..."

She really was. Her voice became increasingly animated, and it was making me nervous. And I certainly wasn't prepared for what she was about to say.

"Oh come on, I'm just curious. Show me the trick."

"What, you want to see...?"

"Well... yeah. Do you mind?"

"You're not serious."

"Why? Are you afraid I'll think it's small???"

"Oh whatever. I'm hung like a God."

This was a favorite joke of mine. Even though I'm actually less than average in terms of size, I'd often boast jokingly of my "mighty member," and Katie always got a good laugh out of it. But the mood of the room was clearly different from all the other times. She was truly curious, and I was not all that eager to whip out my modest 5 inches, especially after claiming it to be of divine dimensions.

"You're all talk. Let's see it!"

The moment of truth. Well, hey, Katie's a good friend. She wouldn't judge me, right? Right, ok, this is crazy but here goes nothing.

"I don't believe this... Here."

I unzipped my pants which dropped to the floor. The tension in the room was unmistakable and I could feel Katie's eager stares directed at the bulge in my boxers. No turning back - after some hesitation, I dropped my boxers too.

She immediately remarked, "Whoa, it looks really different. Is that the tip of the head?"

"Yup. And see, the skin peels back, and there's the whole head." At that point I was glad she commented on the shape rather than its size. It was a little cool in the room - not so flattering.

"Oh, wow. So what's the trick?" she asked with increased enthusiasm.

"Well, that's actually it. When you pump it with your hand the foreskin peels back and forth and it feels good. See?"

She simply stared for a few seconds. Even more tension filled the room as I stood awkwardly with my cock growing in my hand. Realizing the absurdity of the situation, I stopped working my cock and joked, "well, that's male anatomy 101. Class dismissed," and reached down for my boxers.

Then she interrupted, "wait, you can't just stop!"

As I pulled my boxers back up I asked, "what do you mean? I showed you the trick."

"Well," she seemed nervous, "I haven't seen you... you know, get hard yet."

I paused for a moment and responded with an anxious laugh and muttered, "uhh, you realize how weird this is, right?"

"Come on. I'm just curious. Let me see."

At that moment, the awkwardness that had filled the room was replaced with a different energy. I felt less self-conscious but still hesitant.

She urged on, "come on, this'll be between us. I won't tell anyone."

It then seemed like I had nothing further to be embarassed about. She'd already seen me at my miserable flaccid state. I shrugged and agreed, "ok," and dropped my boxers again. My hand worked my cock more deliberately this time letting my cockhead pump in and out of my fist. Katie looked on with quiet fascination. Aside from the sound of my own heavy breathing, the room was silent. With Katie's eyes on me, it took little time for me to grow hard. I looked at her as if to imply, "I'm hard. Now what?"

Then it happened. Katie broke the silence in the room and uttered the magical words, "want me to take over?"

My cock jumped in my hand, and I mumbled, "really? I mean, yes. I mean, if you want." I laughed nervously.

Her lips parted with a smile as she nodded and took a step forward. In that moment, my world went into slow motion. Her little hand reached over and held my cock. Her short fingers felt incredibly soft, and a little cold. She looked into my eyes for a brief moment as if to get the green light to continue. My hands fell to my sides. She proceeded to stroke my cock gently the way I had shown her. As I relished the sensation, my mind was racing. "Is this really happening? Is this actually Katie?" But all that came from my mouth were only moans.

"Am I doing the trick right?" she asked.

A breathy "uh huh" was all I could manage.

After another ten seconds or so, she stopped. I flashed her a look to communicate my disappointment.

With some apparent hesitation, she muttered, "I, uh, said I would never do this..." Katie then dropped to her knees cautiously while maintaining eye contact. My heart skipped a beat.

As she casually pulled her hair back behind her ears I looked down to notice her low-cut shirt revealing a hint of cleavage. As nice as this was, my attention was drawn back to her eyes and then to her lips. Katie's eyes then shifted down to my anxious cock. She looked at it for a few long seconds and said, "I can't believe I'm going to do this."

"Me neither," I responded quickly and nervously.

She looked up,"Only if you want me to."

"Are you kidding?"

She flashed me a smile, and in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard, she replied,"You're lucky I'm so curious," and then licked the head slowly and deliberately. "Ohhh," I moaned. She then gave my underside a long, intoxicating lick. The sight alone, Katie kneeling in front of me with my shaft in her hand and her tongue gliding along, was enough to drive me crazy.

"Ok honey, I'll stop teasing. Ready?"

She kissed the tip, opened her mouth just wide enough, slid her lips down taking me in. "Ahhhh...," I sighed in complete ecstasy. The warm, wet, caresses of her swirling tongue sent shivers throughout my body. "This is heaven," I thought to myself. Then she moaned to get my attention and our eyes met. She broke her rhythm for a second, and pulled off from my cock.

"Oh god, please don't stop...!"

"Sorry, I've satisfied my curiosity. How badly do you want me to continue?" she asked.

"More than anything in the world. Please don't do this to me."

A devilish smile crept up on her once generous lips. "I want to hear you beg for it." She began to pull my boxers back up my legs.

"Oh come on! Please, please, I need this! I beg you!"

"Do you want to come in my mouth?" It then struck me that I was not dealing with the Katie I'd always known. I'd become putty in her hands. The thought of coming in her mouth completely took over my psyche, and she was in total control.

"Yes, please..! Um, I um, I mean... if you'll let me --" I'd never heard myself stutter so much.

"Well how badly do you want it?" She maneuvered the boxers back over my throbbing cock.

"I'll return the favor, I'll do whatever you want me to!! Please don't do this!"

She smiled "Ok, ok. Don't worry, you don't have to do anything. Today's your lucky day. I'm going to suck you dry, honey "

Her fingers traced under my boxer's waistband and she tugged down releasing my cock back to the cool air in the room. Her cool hands wrapped around my eager cock which now looked longer than I'd ever seen it. She opened her mouth again, wider this time, and engulfed my cock, first with her hot breath, then closing her lips down on my shaft. She sucked aggressively, with her head bobbing back and forth causing her hair to bounce. I looked down to see Katie, one of my closest college friends, releasing all the sexual tension that had built up in the past 3 years. I couldn't believe what was happening, yet there she was sucking me off like the world was ending. I had never felt anything so good in my life. I began calling her name, louder and louder. "Katie... oh god, Katie... ahhhh!"

She responded by sucking harder and moaning loudly.

I warned her, "Oh god, I'm close!! I'm gonna come!!!" Her head moved faster!! Oh my god, I'm actually going to come into Katie's mouth! Then it happened, I grabbed the back of her bobbing head with both hands and held on for dear life. I came for what seemed like a solid minute. "Ahhhhhhhh!" the most primal sound I'd ever made.

She swallowed and continued to suck me until I went soft. As she pulled off my exhausted cock, in the most casual tone she said, "so?"

"That was unbelievable. You're incredible! I didn't think a blowjob could be this good!"

"Yeah, me neither. I thought you'd like it." she said as she got back on her feet.

Once the flood of emotion and pleasure was over, it all seemed so surreal. There stood Katie, who before then had been strictly a friend. The 3-year accumulation of sexual tension that was once there between us was released in an instant and I felt liberated.

Not sure of what to say, I cautiously asked, "So does this change things?"

She thought for a moment. "Only if you want it to. I mean, we can do this again." She smiled, "if you want."

If You Want Something Done Right



Erin felt the drip of sweat trickle down behind her ear and under her collar. God, this was humiliating! What if one of the patients from the waiting room looked up at her? Would they notice that she was sweating? Her furrowed brow? Would they be able to tell just from looking how much agony she was in? Would they guess who was punishing her, or why? She looked out at the waiting room, and was grateful that all four women were busy reading or looking at their phones and not paying any attention to her as she did her best not to hyperventilate from the pain she was experiencing.

Well, from the pain, but she had to admit it was the arousal too. Her breasts felt like they were on fire, her pussy was so sensitive that it made her flinch every time she moved, and the burning intrusion in her ass made her squirm almost constantly. In spite of all that, her stomach was filled with butterflies, and she had a warm spot in her core that she knew would grow and grow until it became an inferno that would drive her to an orgasm of enormous proportions. Not that she enjoyed the pain she was feeling. Pain hurt. No one likes that. But the way that she had gotten into this situation, the risk of exposure, the knowledge of how she was submitting to make amends, all of that somehow just felt right to her and the knowledge that she was really doing it aroused her tremendously.

Erin jumped when her phone's timer chimed, signaling that it was 11:00, and time for her to repeat her session. Her stomach started doing flips, knowing what was coming next. She tried to reassure herself that this would be the last session of her punishment, but she knew that this would be the most difficult one yet. She was sure the planning had been perfect, but she hoped she was up for it. 

Erin grabbed her purse, let Janice, the Nurse Practitioner, know she'd be right back, and headed to the Ladies Room. Janice probably wondered what the hell their office manager was doing, going to the bathroom every hour exactly on the hour, but it couldn't be helped. If the nurse had any real idea of what Erin was up to, it would have blown the poor woman's mind. 

Erin was unbuttoning her silk blouse even before she was into the ladies room, and after checking that no one was in the other stall of the ladies room, she pulled the blouse off entirely. It was hung on the hook of the stall door, followed quickly by her knee length flared skirt. Erin looked down at her underwear clad body. It was amazing how normal she looked, given the pain emanating from her breasts and crotch. Her large breasts did look a little squished in the sports bra she was wearing, but nothing else seemed out of place. Only when she looked closely could she see that the tiny thong was a little small for her, and it was pulled very tight into her pussy, causing her lips to bulge out on either side of the small garment. More unusual were the small clamps, the ones she used to hold stacks of documents together, attached to her pussy lips, and the rubber bands that pulled her pussy lips down to where they were clipped to thigh high stockings. 

After that, nothing looked unusual. She couldn't see how the burlap she had hot-glued to the inside of the bra and the crotch of the thong was digging into her sensitive flesh. She couldn't tell how her nipples were on fire from the abuse they had received today. How her swollen clit, completely exposed from her lips being pulled wide by the clips, was beyond tender from the constant rubbing on the burlap. It made her feel a little better that if her torment was mostly invisible while standing in her underwear, it seemed likely that it was not apparent to anyone else once she was dressed. 

Erin knew she didn't have a lot of time, so she screwed up her courage, and pulled the sports bra up. Releasing her sore breasts from their confines made her suck in her breath at the sensation of the burlap raking across her tender flesh. Her normally milky white orbs were a mottled and angry red, and even though she knew that within a couple days they would be back to their pristine pale state she felt some pride in how their current condition showed how much punishment they could endure. She pulled her thong down to her knees, giving her tender inner lips and clit some desperately needed relief. She grabbed a small squeeze bottle of oil, flipped the lid open, then reached behind her butt with her right hand, and grabbed ahold of the base of the butt-plug protruding from her anus. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as she pulled the plug out, the widest part of the plug stretching her tender flesh painfully. Her empty ass convulsed, trying to adjust to the space where the plug had been.

She held the plug over the toilet bowl, and squirted some of the oil to coat it before its return to its proper sheath. Erin had made the oil herself, leaving some diced jalapeno peppers in a jar of olive oil for a few weeks. She actually used it mostly for cooking, but it always gave her a secret rush to know that it was really there to aid in her punishments when she needed them. She was careful to keep the oil weak enough so it couldn't do any real damage, but that didn't mean it wasn't really uncomfortable when applied to the sensitive areas of her body.

The plug was now coated in fresh oil, and she gently inserted it back into her anus. She couldn't stifle a whimper as the fresh oil began to burn her tormented flesh. She knew from the two times she had done this already this morning that the burning, cramping feeling would escalate over the next 30 minutes, becoming horribly unbearable. She had almost been in tears when she first sat down this morning, the burning in her tits only surpassed by the inferno of the chili oil in her ass. She could barely stand the torment, but she knew that she needed to be punished, and she had made a commitment that she would follow through.

And once Erin had committed herself, she never backed down. Never, ever.

With the butt plug returned to her pain riddled bowels, Erin squirted the last bit of the oil onto her right hand. This was the last session of the day thank God, so there was no need to conserve it. She rubbed the oil all over her pussy and clit and even inserted a finger inside herself. The pleasure of rubbing herself was mixed with the gradually escalating burn of the oil. This was actually above and beyond her planned punishment, but sometimes Erin just liked to go the extra mile. She pulled the thong up firmly, pulling the burlap tight against her burning pussy. The pain made her hesitate for a second, but she knew she had to move on to her breasts.

Erin had always been proud of her breasts, ever since they first developed when she was 14. She thought her butt was a bit too big, her thighs weren't as toned and smooth as she'd like, no matter how many Pilates sessions she went to, and while her belly was smooth and flat, she didn't have the abs she'd always dreamed of. But she did have great tits. Large and full, with pink areolae and prominent nipples, they were still nearly as full and firm as she approached 30 as they had been when she was a teenager. Sometimes she resented the attention they got her, the way guys would stare, the bizarre come-ons she would occasionally receive, but she also knew that having a great rack gave her more benefits in life than annoyances.

Erin was sure that a psychologist could build a career looking into why so many of her punishments involved her breasts, but all she knew was that a punishment didn't seem proper unless her suffering included her tits. She quickly pulled on a rubber glove, opened a zip-lock bag from her purse, and pulled out a handful of stinging nettles. Her breath quickened in fear of what was coming next. She had started the morning preparing her nipples, scuffing them roughly with the green scrubbing pad at her kitchen sink until they were tender and throbbing. The abuse to her nipples had made the rubbing of the nettles all over her breasts even more excruciating than she had expected. She had actually screamed while she stood at her sink, at first stroking the stinging plants all around her breasts, then mashing them against her tits, finally using them to pinch her nipples with all her strength. For a moment it had seemed unbearable, as the tears flowed down her cheeks. But she was committed to this punishment, so not only had she finished, but she had put on the too small sports bra lined with burlap, and had come to work. For the last two hours, on the hour, she had come to the bathroom and repeated the torment, and now it was time to do it again. With painstaking slowness, she brushed the nettles all over her tortured breasts. She bit her lip, she squeezed her fingernails into the palm of her fist, she did everything she could to distract herself from the pain, but she did not stop until the burning fire of the plant's touch had caressed every square inch of her breasts. She focused especially cruelly on her nipples, using the stinging leaves to pinch them as hard as she could stand. If anything, it was worse each time she did it, and she was incredibly grateful this was the last time she would have to do this to complete her punishment. Just the prospect of putting the burlap coated bra back over the irritated flesh of her breasts filled her with dread. She hoped she could survive this last hour. 

As always, Erin persevered, and soon she had the bra back in place, dressed herself, and was walking gingerly back to the front desk of the medical practice. Fran, the nurse practitioner gave her a funny look as Erin sat back down, but the older woman quickly went back to her work. Erin did her best to keep a fake smile on her face as she handed over the necessary forms to a new patient before she considered the final piece of her penance. While this wasn't the most physically painful thing she had to do this day, in some ways she found it the most difficult. She pulled her chair in tight against her desk, and reached under to pull the front of her skirt up high enough for her to play with her crotch. She spread her legs a bit, and slowly rubbed herself through the thong, caressing her tender, burning flesh. In spite of the pain that she had caused herself, she had to stifle a moan, and it took all her self-control to keep her hips from responding to the teasing. 

Okay, who was she kidding? Not in spite of her punishments. Because of them. She would often ponder about what it said about her that she inflicted these punishments upon herself. The whole thing was a bit of a pretense, actually. She had messed up some of Dr. Conrad's files, that was all. Scott had been very understanding, even though it meant it would take longer for him to get reimbursed from the insurance companies. He was great that way, but Erin couldn't let it rest at that. She felt that she needed to be punished. She didn't really understand why she sometimes put herself in that mood, but when it hit, she knew it would not relent until she felt she had been properly punished. 

So she had created this punishment to atone for the inconvenience she had inflicted. Not that Scott would ever know about it. He was incredibly sweet, and he didn't even so much as frown at Erin over the mix-up with the files. He would never understand what she was doing now. Over the last year they had become good friends, but it was clear that he didn't look at her as anything other than a friend. On top of that, he was way too much of a sensitive, post-feminist kind of a guy to have anything like the kind of crazy kinkiness that Erin's fantasies demanded. 

"Yep, that's what I am, I am one kinky freak," Erin thought to herself as she rubbed the rough burlap against her clit, giving herself that exquisite combination of pain and pleasure.

Erin bit her lip as she could feel herself getting close to orgasm. She tried very hard to stay absolutely still, but she couldn't stop her body from tensing up. Her fingernails of her left hand dug into the armrest of her chair as she began to rub her clit faster and harder. The burlap scraped her poor tender clit, but she was still getting very close. Almost there... She could feel the orgasm just beginning to start...

Erin whipped her right hand away from her pussy and gripped her other armrest as tight as she could. It took all over her will to snap her thighs as open as wide as they would go. Her hips bucked all by themselves, and her legs spasmed wildly trying to bring on the orgasm that was so close. For a second Erin was terrified that she had gone too far, that she would cum. Breaking that rule meant that she would have to do the whole thing over again, a level of pain that she wasn't sure she could even begin to bear. Thankfully, she held out, and after about 30 seconds she could feel the danger pass, which unfortunately left only the frustration of being so close to an orgasm without any release. She almost started crying when her sore clit began to throb as the pleasure wore off and the pain moved to the front of her consciousness. She had almost been able to forget how much her breasts stung and itched in their burlap prison, or how her stretched anus burned from the capsaicin coated butt plug buried in her backside. But with no more pleasure to mask it, the pain rushed back with a vengeance. She blinked back the tears, and tried to get back to work.

She looked around guiltily, suddenly worried that someone might have noticed her state, but none of the women in the waiting room were paying her any attention at all, and Fran had taken a patient back to an exam room, so thankfully she was safe. Now she just had to survive one more hour. 

It was amazing how slowly time could crawl. Every motion she made caused the weight of her breasts to shift, re-igniting the itching and burning from the nettles and burlap. Every time she got up to do some filing the clips spreading her labia stretched them painfully, and when she sat back down the butt plug rammed back up into her ass. She accidentally let a moan out one time after sitting down too quickly, causing a couple of the women in the waiting room to look up at her. She quickly looked down and shuffled the papers on her desk, trying to look busy. Would everyone notice how flushed she was? See how she kept tensing up from the pain? Wonder why she was sweating slightly? 

She kept thinking she should just run to the bathroom and rip off her torturous underwear. Or maybe just tell the doctors she was sick and go home to soak in a bath and try to salve the pain. But Erin would never do that. She had determined that the punishment would go until noon, and once started, she never went back on a punishment. It was a matter of fierce pride with her that she would endure any punishment she set for herself. She had also endured any punishment anyone else had ever set for her, although that wasn't saying much, she thought ruefully. 

Erin had had her share of boyfriends, but she had only revealed this side of herself, the part of her that felt the need to sometimes be punished, to just 3 of them. The first one tried to act like he was all sophisticated and accepting of Erin's "differentness," but when it actually came for him to do something, even just give Erin a spanking, the poor boy couldn't do it. It had made Erin sad, because he was really sweet, and he obviously loved her dearly, but he was just too nice to fulfill the dark needs that she sometimes had.

She had told a second boyfriend not long after graduating from college, and he just simply freaked out. A conversation that started after a couple bottles of wine about each other's' fantasies had quickly degenerated into a crying fest that ended the relationship when Erin had been a little too honest. It took a lot longer and a lot more trust building before she shared her secret with anyone else. The third guy had handled it better, and they had spent a few wonderful months playing. But Erin became more and more dissatisfied with his inability to be truly cruel when Erin really needed it. They had finally drifted apart, probably because he could sense Erin's disappointment, and the feelings of inadequacy that gave him.

Nowadays it was purely her own deviant mind that constructed her punishments. She still dated from time to time, but she had never found someone with whom she even felt close to being ready to share her secret. Because of that, she hadn't had anything that resembled a serious relationship in several years. She might date now and again, with more casual hook-ups mixed in between, but the fact that she was never really sexually satisfied with any of them always drove a wedge and prevented her from getting closer.

All of this left her alone to deliver the punishments that she craved. She spent quite of bit of time online, researching the options for punishment. She pulled a lot of ideas from kinky stories, and she also studied serious bondage and self --bondage sites to be sure things were practical and safe. She would fantasize that some Master was making her do these, that she really had no choice in the matter. It made it easier to do the things she knew deep down she needed. Using her imaginary Top, she had started by punishing herself lightly, and as she learned more and read more stories, she did it more often, and the punishments became more severe, and more elaborate. She was proud with how creative today's punishment was, but she was getting worried that she'd gone too far. 

The agony was escalating steadily, and she still had 30 minutes before she could take off her punishment underwear, and even then she knew she would be horribly sore. Yet underneath all that pain, she was still unbelievably turned on. She tried to focus on that, thinking about how horny she was, and how good it would be to cum as soon as she got home, no matter how tender her pussy was. Subconsciously, her thighs began bouncing together and apart, getting her more turned on again, as the straps from her thighs to her pussy pulled and pinched her labia. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and she squeezed her arms across her breasts, driving the prickly burlap hard into her nipples. She moaned out loud again and the mix of pain and pleasure, but thankfully the waiting room was empty, since the office was closing soon for lunch.

Erin survived the time until noon in a haze of erotic pain. She did her best to pretend everything was normal as patients left and she helped them set up new appointments, but she was pretty sure that a couple of them wondered what was wrong with her. Their stares and confused looks let Erin know that she was not hiding all she was experiencing. When the time finally came, she got up from her desk, walked unsteadily to the ladies' room for one last visit. As soon as she was in the stall she almost ripped her blouse off and then peeled the infernal bra from her abused breasts. The scraping of the burlap made them scream in pain, but at least they were now free of their torment. It almost made Erin cry to look at them, all red and mottled, the nipples swollen and purplish. She rubbed them tenderly, but even that slight stimulation was painful. She hiked her skirt up to her waist, and very gently unclipped her pussy lips from her stockings. Again the act of removing the torture devices caused even more pain in the short run, with the rush of blood to her labia bringing all the nerves to life and making them pulse. She had to bite her fist to keep from a wail from escaping her lips. Once she could stand it, she pulled her thong out of her pussy, down her legs, and stepped out of them. Reaching back to her asshole, she got a good grip on the plug lodged there, and soon she was free of any the devices she had set up to punish herself. Of course her tits, pussy, and asshole all still burned and ached horribly, but she took some comfort in that at least it wasn't going to be getting any worse. 




If You Want Something Done Right



Not that her punishment was really completely over, since she didn't have any underwear to put on in place of what she'd worn that morning. She carefully wrapped the butt plug in toilet paper and put it in her purse along with the bra and thong. She smoothed the skirt down over her thigh-highs, and quickly pulled the blouse over her bare breasts. While the feeling of the silk on her breasts was nowhere near as agonizing as the burlap had been, it was still surprising irritating to her sensitive flesh. She grimaced once she stepped out of the stall and checked herself in the mirror. This was going to be tougher than she had thought. Between the torture to her tits all morning and the stimulation from her breasts swaying against the silk, her nipples looked absolutely huge, and were poking the silk out dramatically. The blouse fit fairly tight, and with the jiggle and pronounced bumps, no one would have any doubts that she had removed her bra. She instinctively crossed her arms to hide her exposure, but flinched instantly from the bolt of pain wherever her forearms pressed the silk into her breasts. She had planned this too well, and there was going to be no way to cover this up.

She cursed herself as she walked back to the office, her large breasts swaying and jiggling without the support of a bra, her nipples standing out for everyone to see. Fran was back at her desk, but she didn't give Erin a second look as she took her seat. She was grateful that Fran hadn't noticed anything amiss, but it was almost a sure thing that somebody would. She just prayed that no one actually said anything, since she would definitely die of embarrassment. She had always been very nervous about exposing her body, and while she knew that her breasts were her best asset and did occasionally wear things to accentuate them slightly, she absolutely never went braless and she was very conscious about not flaunting them. It probably all stemmed from her early teen years, when she had been singled out by other girls for being so busty. In the end she had grown up to be very modest, and very reluctant to dress in any way that might be showy or sexy. 

In spite of her modesty in dress, she knew that some of her favorite things she had read about online were stories involving forced nudity or forced exhibitionism. Something about the idea of being forced to publicly expose herself made her quiver inside. She knew she would absolutely hate that exposure and find it incalculably humiliating. The thought of people seeing her, appraising her body, the embarrassment would be intense beyond measure. So of course that meant that when she was in one of her moods where she felt like she needed to punish herself a bit more severely, a little bit of public exposure was often included to accentuate the punishment. This was one area where the fact that her tormentor was imaginary curtailed her options. While she could endure, and had endured, quite a bit of self-inflicted pain, she could never bring herself to do real public exposure. The most she had ever done was to go out without underwear a couple times, in clothes where no one could actually tell anyway. Doing it today at a work in a blouse that did so little to hide her erect nipples was far more than she had ever tried before, and she had a feeling that she would never be able to make herself do more. Just the thought of how the women coming for their doctors' visits would look at her as they checked into the office made her want to disappear into a hole in the ground. 

She ate her lunch at her desk, and spent the rest of the afternoon trying not to attract attention to her breasts. She faced the waiting room as much as possible, and tried to keep her arms across her boobs when she was getting files or walking around the office for other reasons. That meant many of the women checking in for appointments could see that she wasn't wearing a bra, but at least Janice never noticed. Erin liked Janice well enough, but she was in her 50s, quite conservative, and candidly Erin found her awfully intimidating. In some ways that added to the humiliation of the situation, but Erin felt she would go almost any length to keep Janice from noticing anything amiss.

Late in the day, Scott came out and sat on the edge of a counter next to Erin's desk to chat with her. Erin almost freaked out, as not only did she have no way to hide, but Scott would have a commanding view down her blouse. Her blouse wasn't unbuttoned or anything, but she knew that from where he sat that he was probably seeing more than she would ever be comfortable with. They chatted for a while, and she felt herself blushing a deeper and deeper shade of red as Scott's eyes would drop every so often to take in the occasional glimpse of her nipples poking out the silk blouse. His face didn't betray anything about what he thought of Erin's display, and he obviously didn't dare say a word, but there could be no doubt that he noticed. 

Erin really liked Scott, and he was the best boss she had ever had. The longer they had worked together, they more they had become good friends. They were both part of a group that would sometimes grab drinks after work, or occasionally go for a bike ride, or a hike in the hills above Boulder. She would watch his cat when he had to leave town, and he would water her plants when she needed. He was only a few years older than her, and although they had chosen different career paths, they were compatible in many ways and always had lots to talk about when they were together. Erin thought Scott was mildly attractive, but she felt he was way too gentle and sensitive, almost to the point of wimpiness. Scott had never done anything to hit on her, or show any real attraction to her. Okay, he did occasionally check out her tits, but all men did that. Men were just weak that way. While she knew he had dated various women off and on, nothing ever seemed to last. Erin's opinion was that while a young, successful, OB/GYN who was a partner in a small three doc practice would generally be viewed as a hot catch, it seemed like the kind of women who chased a guy like that probably scared the crap out of a nice guy like Scott.

At that moment though, as much as she liked Scott, she really wished he would go the hell away. She couldn't stop herself from fidgeting in her seat, which only irritated her sore pussy and anus even worse, and probably made her nipples stand out that much more. They were so hard and sensitive she desperately wanted to pinch them. But Erin kept herself mostly under control, and finally, with one last eye bounce down to Erin's prominent nipples, Scott excused himself and went to take care of another patient. 

Thankfully, the day wound down pretty quickly after that and finally Erin was walking out to her car. Her nipples throbbed with pain from her tits swaying against the silk fabric as she walked. The pain she had experienced in her sex and her rectum had now receded to a dull ache, but it was still noticeable. Once in the car she pulled up the hem of her skirt to just below the bottom of her stocking tops. That way as she drove she could reach under the skirt and tweak her clit as she drove. She was careful not to do it when any cars were near her, but it kept her on edge all the way home.

Once she was finally in her apartment, she could do the last steps before she knew she would allow herself some release. She ran into her bedroom and all but ripped off her clothing. Nude but for her stockings, she lay on her bed and splayed her knees wide. She grabbed her left nipple, pinching and pulling the injured nub painfully. She imagined her Master using the nipple to hold her in place.

"You've done well today," the he would say to her, "but you are not quite done yet. You know what comes next, right?"

"Yes," Erin moaned out loud.

"I think you need 20 hard smacks," he said in her head. "Be sure to thank me after every one."

"Yes Master," Erin said out loud. She raised her hand.

SMACK!

"Oh FUCK!" Erin hissed

Her legs clamped together after she slapped her open palm down on her abused crotch. All of the nettles and the burlap had made her more sensitive than she expected, and the pain was surprisingly intense. But she knew she wouldn't let herself cum if she didn't accept the last of the punishment. 

"One. Thank you Master."

SMACK

"Two... Thank you Master"

After the first spank, it was difficult to hit herself very hard. As much and she meant to, her body would not obey. But she persevered, spanking her pussy, and thanking her faceless Top for every hit. By the time she got to 15 her clit and pussy lips started to go numb. She knew that was bad, that it would make it very hard to cum afterwards, but she kept on going, focusing her mind to try to slap her cunt as hard as she could. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she relentlessly finished her punishment.

"Aaaahhh... twen.... twenty... tha...thank you Mast... Master."

Erin wailed out loud, rolled on her side, and clenched her thighs together, trapping her hand against her abused vagina. She sobbed uncontrollably, tears running down her face onto her bed. She had no idea how long she lay there, crying her heart out, washing everything she had done wrong away, experiencing the cathartic cleansing she so desperately needed. Slowly the numbness faded from her clit, bringing new waves of agony, and causing her to clench her hand tightly on her pubic mound. Slowly, as the pain receded, she began to massage her crotch, squeezing and releasing her hand. This motion drifted into rubbing her tender clit, and then rolling onto her stomach, her crotch pushing down on her hand. Her left hand grabbed a nipple and pulled it harshly, twisting and crushing it as she humped her hand. Her sobs transitioned into moans of pleasure as she masturbated furiously. Her middle finger slipped inside and her thumb bumped her clit as her hip ground down on her hand, giving her that glorious weight and pressure on her crotch. She tried to keep her movements small and slow, to stretch out her build up to orgasm, but within minutes she couldn't stand it, and she masturbated for all she was worth.

A loud moan, almost a wail, poured out from her as she sailed over the edge. Her whole body buzzed and pulsed, bouncing violently on the bed. As the orgasm began to fade, she continued to rub and finger-fuck herself, and she was quickly back close to orgasm's door again. She held herself on the edge longer this time, savoring the tension between pleasure and pain before cascading again over into another orgasm, this one slower and more rolling, but deeply satisfying. She wanted to keep going to have a third, but all the abuse to her clit and pussy from the day was catching up with her, and the pain of rubbing it was overwhelming any pleasure now that she had a couple orgasms under her belt. She flopped over on her back, laid spread eagle, gasping as she tried to recover from her day.

Once she felt confident that she could walk without falling over, she went to her bathroom and started the water to draw a bath. She looked at her naked body in the mirror, and a slight smile formed on her lips. She'd really done a number on herself. Her breasts were no longer bright red, but had spots of mottled purple from the nettles or the burlap. Her nipples were swollen and looked much darker than normal. The front of her crotch was also mottled with deep purple marks, and her pussy lips were engorged and tender. Her asshole still burned from being stuffed all morning and the chili oil that was still there. She would be feeling the effects of this punishment for days to come. The thought made her smile as she lit some candles, turned off the lights, and started some soft music playing. That's the point of a punishment, she thought to herself as she poured the bath salts into her tub, and then tenderly slipped her aching body into the hot water.

You're supposed to remember them.

*

Erin sat in her home office working through the plans one more time in her head. She checked and rechecked all the elements of her plan, making sure she had accounted for every possibility and that all of her back-up plans had back-up plans. Her safety, possibly even her life, and at the very least her reputation, depended on her thinking of everything. So she ran through it all one more time.

It had been five weeks since her day of nettles and chilli oil, and things had been going well. She had been efficient, hard-working, made sure she was kind to others, and had done all the things that good girls do after they have gotten in trouble and want to get on the right path again. But in the last week things had begun to slip a bit. Mostly she just found herself getting frustrated more easily, and then getting irrationally angry. It had all boiled over last night, when she was picking up her dry cleaning, and she discovered that her favorite blouse had been ruined. She knew it wasn't the girl behind the counter's fault, but Erin had completely lost it. She yelled at the young woman, telling her about how it was her favorite, how expensive it was, how she was going to make the girl pay for ruining it. Then, suddenly, in mid-tirade, Erin looked at the girl's face, and realized that she was starting to cry. All of Erin's anger evaporated in an instant. What was she doing? She worked as a receptionist, for Christ's sake, she knew exactly how it felt to be yelled at by patients, to be blamed for things that were out of her control. Nothing made her madder than to have to sit and take some patient's bitching because one of the doctors took longer with some other patient when there was nothing Erin could do about it. Now here she was doing the same thing, yelling at the girl who worked the register for something that clearly had happened in the cleaning process. Erin felt deeply ashamed by her behavior. She had quickly paid the bill, mumbling an apology to the girl, and ran out the door without saying another word. She still wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to show her face in there again.

What she did know for sure, was that her behavior was not acceptable, and she needed to be punished. So she began to assemble the instruments of her punishment. The assortment of clamps, ropes, weights, other tools she would need were laid out on the desk. She looked at the clock. It was just before 1 PM, and Scott wasn't supposed to come over until 5:00PM. Based on all her planning, this should be just about right. She took a deep breath. 

Time to get started.

She quickly stripped out of all her clothes except for her thigh-high stockings. She had always thought the nothing-but-stockings look was sexier than being totally nude. Besides it gave her something to clamp her pussy lips to. She grabbed one of her homemade straps, really two document clamps with a rubber band running from one to the other, and clamped one to her pussy lip. The bite of the clamp made her suck in her breath suddenly, but she persevered, using the rubberband to stretch her inner labia down to her stocking top, clipping it in place. She repeated this on her other side, so her pussy lips were splayed and stretched lewdly. 

She picked up a wooden cooking spoon in her right hand, and put her left hand on her head. She took a few deep breaths, and...

SPLAT!

"Fuck!" She cursed.

A soon as she struck her left nipple square on with the spoon it was enveloped in pain as if it were on fire. 

"Only nineteen more smacks to go, " she thought to herself with dismay. "On this nipple." 

She wondered if she were crazy for setting herself up for this. She laughed to think that of course she was crazy, but that didn't matter now. Slowly and methodically she continued the abuse of her nipple. Some blows hit her nipple square on, some more of glancing blows, but by 20 it was in excruciating agony, and it had transformed from its normal pretty pink color to a deep and angry red. She had to wait several minutes, controlling her breathing before she could move on to her other breast. A few minutes of spanking and her right nipple was just as red and in just as much anguish as her left.

Taking a few minute to let her breasts recover, she climbed a stepstool and used carabineer to attach pulleys to the two eye-hooks she had long ago mounted on the ceiling of her office. Normally she kept plants hanging from them to avoid anyone asking questions. But they were carefully screwed into joists, and either of them was more than capable of supporting her total weight, which made them perfect for her purposes. She threaded a rope through the first pulley, leading it down through a hole she had drilled in one end of a 4 foot long, 2 inch diameter wooden dowel she had bought at the hardware store. Working as quickly as she could she pulled the line through a hole at the other end of the dowel and then tied the rope with a bowline knot about 6 feet away from the dowel. This made the wooden rod look like a swing, with the rope coming up from each end of the dowel and meeting far enough above the dowel that if she sat in the middle the rope would not bump her head. 

Erin took another length of rope and carefully tied it to the ponytail she had meticulously braided earlier. She had never tried hair bondage before, and she was a bit nervous, but she was fairly confident that she had thought of everything. She tested untying the first few knots, just to be sure she could get out when she wanted to. It would be pretty embarrassing if she had to hack her hair off to escape. Once she had the rope knotted all along her ponytail, she walked to her freezer, reveling in the sensations of the clamps and rubber bands on her pussy lips. She grabbed a small yogurt container that she had filled with water and then frozen. The container had a string coming out of the ice. Going back to her office, Erin used a piece of double-sided tape to secure the container to the top side of the dowel and tied the string to the dowel as well. Using some electrical tape she taped her cordless phone next to the ice container, checking to make sure its battery was fully charged. Next to the phone she used a cable tie to secure the chain on a pair of handcuffs. 

Now she was ready for the final parts of her set up. She grabbed a pair of nipple clamps she had found online, and carefully attached them to her sore nipples. She had read a bunch of reviews and had picked this type because people talked about the intensity of the pinch and how they held on tight. Ratcheting them down hurt her enough to elicit a high pitched moan of despair from the back of her throat. She knew from experience that even though these clamps hurt like hell (especially after punishing her nipples as she had with the spoon) that she could wear them for several hours with nothing worse some bruises on her nipples. That wouldn't make the next few hours any less excruciating though.

She picked up a thin cord, ran it through the loops on the two clamps on her nipples and tied it in a lasso. A sharp tug on the cord made her eyes blur with the pain, but the clamps held tight. No risk of them coming off before the punishment ended. Next, she carefully got back up on the stepstool. She shivered a little bit at how exposed she felt standing up high on the stool with nothing on but her stockings and the clamps on her tits. She worked the line from her pony-tail through the second pulley. Once she was back on the ground she used a cable-tie to secure one of her ankles to a three foot long dowel, stepped over the dowel she had turned into a swing, and then secured her other ankle to what was now a spreader bar holding her ankles three feet apart. She pulled the rope attached to the swing, pulling the rod up between her legs until it was pressed firmly against her pussy. She had wrapped part of the dowel with cling wrap, so the bar felt slick and smooth against her sex. 




If You Want Something Done Right



Erin knew she was close to the point of no return here, and she went through her checklist in her head. The key to the handcuffs was in the ice, and she had tested this morning that the ice should melt in just over two hours. She had well over three hours until Scott was supposed to come over, and she had taped a note to her apartment door telling him to let himself in. Scott had a key to her place as a result of watering her plants, and he had let himself in a few times when she put out that note just so she could get him used to it. It would be horribly humiliating to have him find her like this, and undoubtedly she'd have to quit her job if he did. But in the event something were to go wrong with the key or the handcuffs, even that kind of embarrassment would be better than being trapped in this bondage, maybe causing permanent damage, or even death. As a final precaution, the phone taped by the handcuffs had 911 programmed into the speed dial, so on the off chance that the keys didn't work and Scott didn't come, she'd use that to call the police. Again, the embarrassment of being found by the police and having to explain that she did this to herself would be horribly humiliating, but she knew she would use it if there was no other way to escape.

Confident she was being as safe as possible, she tied a loop in the rope that was pulling up the swing, and clipped in a carabineer. She had several 10 pound weights that she had tied a small rope loop through. She clipped the weights by the loops into the carabineer, pulling the dowel up against her pussy with first 10 pounds, then 20, then 30. She had read several stories, and even seen a couple videos of girls being punished by what she had learned was called a Spanish Horse. The girl had to straddle a hard wooden wedge, with no other way to support her weight than to have it all on her crotch as the wedge pressed into it. The idea turned Erin on like crazy, but she knew there was no way she could survive a few hours with her full 125 pounds supported by her pussy. The way she had rigged this swing would give her much the same sensation, but with only just over half the force. At least that was the idea. Now having clipped all seven weights to the rope, the dowel pulling up into her spread pussy was getting very uncomfortable. The way her lips were pulled wide by the clamps meant that the rod was pushing right on her vulva and even her clit. Already it was starting to hurt more than she expected, so she moved quickly to finish. She hunched over a little, and then tied the end of the cord connecting the clamps on nipples to the dowel on the far side of the ice. When she straightened up the cord pulled on her nipples painfully. She grabbed the rope that came from her ponytail through the other pulley, and reaching behind her she secured the line to a cleat she had screwed to the dowel. She pulled the rope tight, pulling her up and backwards by the hair. This pulled the cord to her nipples even tighter, stretching her tits down and forwards towards the dowel. No matter how she moved, both her hair and her nipples felt the sharp tugs from her bondage. Before she could allow herself to chicken out, she clicked her hands into the handcuffs.

Holy fuck, what had she done? 

Her hair and her nipples felt almost as if they were being burned. The pressure from the dowel on her crotch wasn't bad at first, but it was getting progressively more uncomfortable, and she knew she had a long time to go before the ice would melt enough for her to unlock the cuffs and escape. She felt herself panicking, and she willed herself to bring her breathing under control. It wouldn't do to have her hyperventilate at this point. To relieve her clit, she used her hands to push down on the dowel, taking some of the weight off of her pussy and putting it on her hands. Unfortunately the same motion stretched her nipples out even a little more. The truth was that the added discomfort to her nipples was not as much as she thought it would be, so it seemed a good tradeoff to protect her most sensitive female parts. Unfortunately she hadn't considered how tilting the dowel away from her clit would increase the pressure on her perineum and her asshole. After about 20 minutes her arms were getting tired, and her anus ached terribly, so she took her hands off the bar for a while. 

The combined effect of all of this was that although she was quite uncomfortable she was undeniably well lubricated, and she was actually getting the cling wrap on the dowel a bit slippery. Almost uncontrollably her hips began to slide back and forth on the bar, pressing and releasing against her clit. She was pretty certain she'd never be able to get off this way, but getting herself hornier would hopefully make the wait go faster. She closed her eyes, and thought of her imaginary Master coming into the room, to add to her punishment. In her mind he began taunting her about how she wasn't so high and mighty now. How she had made that poor girl cry, but look who was about to cry now? She grabbed and pulled on the rope tied to her nipples, imagining him tugging on them, pulling the rod harder up against her clit in the process. She saw him taking his belt out, folding it over, and caressing ass with it. In her mind, she saw her faceless tormentor raise the belt and smack it across her butt. She moaned out loud at the thought, wishing that he weren't imaginary, that a real man would be there and pull out his belt and thrash her ass, her legs, her belly, and then her tits. She rocked back and forth, pulling on her nipples and taking the full force of the rod pulling up against her.

Erin peeked at the clock, and at the container of ice, making her realize how much longer this punishment was going to go on. Even with the all sliding and pushing, by this point every area from her anus to her clit was getting quite sore. The unrelenting pressure from the weights was taking its toll, and pain was wearing her down, slowing time to a crawl. Her emotions were being worn raw, and as she realized how slowly the ice was melting she didn't know whether to cry in anguish or scream with rage. She closed her eyes to try to retreat into her fantasy world. 

Now she saw a vision of her master bringing in the girl from the dry cleaners. Erin imagined him telling her that she needed to convince the girl that she was truly sorry. That Erin should beg for forgiveness. 

"Oh God, please forgive me, I was such a bitch," she moaned out loud. "I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to make you cry, to be so mean..."

The clerk shook her head, letting Erin know she hadn't suffered enough.

"Please Miss, please... I'll do anything," she continued in her mind. "Please forgive me. I'll kiss your feet. I'll clean your kitchen floor. I'll even do it with my tongue. I'll lick your pussy, I'll make you cum all night long."

Erin was a little surprised where the fantasy was going, she didn't usually have lesbian fantasies, but there was no telling where her mind would go when she was in this kind of a state, so she closed her eyes and went wherever her mind took her. She imagined offering to do a mind boggling array of kinky thing for and to the young girl if she could just be forgiven. To worship her breasts, to lick her pussy, even to rim her asshole. (Something she had never done in real life.) She had a vision of the girl turning around, bending over a little, and lowering her pants just enough to expose her vagina and anus. Erin guessed that the girl would be waxed completely hairless, and imagined what it would taste like to lick her pussy, how the girl would taunt Erin as she tried to make the younger woman cum. Then the girl would grab Erin's head and pull it up so her mouth was lined up with the girl's anus, and Erin would be ordered to lick. Erin had no idea what it would really be like to stick her tongue in another person's asshole, but the feelings of how humiliating it would be made her even more turned on. 

As time wore on, and her crotch ached more and more intensely she began to imagine even more perverted and intense things. She offered to let the girl cane her ass or whip her tits with a coat hanger. In real life Erin would never go so far, since she knew it would certainly leave scars, but in her fantasy the girl took a wire coat hanger and stretched it into simple loop, and she began striking Erin's sensitive flesh, focusing most of the damage on her stretched out bosom. Erin had never gone this far, but she had been strapped quite hard with a belt several time, and she knew that the pain would be close to unbearable. She saw herself howling as the pain would sear through her tits, slowly quieting into sobs. Then she would ask the young woman to strike her again, to punish her thoroughly for her bitchy behavior. Finally she would beg the girl to stop, that she would do anything bring a halt to the pain, she would even let the girl piss all over her and drink it. It seemed like every depraved fantasy was coming out of her twisted mind, and she was striving for new lows in humiliations she could put herself through.

Eventually it became clear there was no way that rubbing herself on the dowel was going to make her cum, no matter how engrossing her fantasies were. The throbbing pain the rod pulling up was getting very hard to ignore. She opened her eyes, and tugged at the key to her handcuff stuck in the ice. Her heart sank as she realized how firmly the key was still stuck in the ice, and she groaned in disappointment.

In the end it took almost 3 hours for the ice to melt to where she could free the key and fit it into her handcuffs. By the that point she was doing everything she could to move the rod around to find a spot from her asshole to her clit that wasn't sore, although she was well past the point where everything hurt. The pain in her crotch made the pain from the clamps on her nipples fade away even with the string tugging on them as she moved the dowel up and down. She kept visualizing all the things that she would have to do that girl to make up for her behavior, which helped keep her turned on through the pain, but in the last few minutes as she worked to get the key free, the pain was almost enough to make her collapse.

Once her hands were free she unshackled one ankle from the spreader bar, and without thinking about it, swung her leg over the rod that had been tormenting her. She lost her balance as she raised her leg and she stumbled backwards. She let out a loud shriek as she hopped back and the rod flew up towards the ceiling with her nipples tied to it. Both clamps ripped off her nipples, drawing an agonized scream. Fortunately the same action had relieved the situation with her hair, so at least she hadn't yanked all her hair out. She held her tits tightly and whimpered as the tears welled up in her eyes. The way her breasts hurt, she was sure she must have torn her nipples clean off. She was terrified of what she might have done this time and the combination of the fear and the pain made the tears flow. Finally she worked up the courage to mover her hands and look at her breasts, and she was deeply relieved to find the nipples looking a little bruised and squished but otherwise undamaged.

Erin looked at the clock and realized she only had about 20 minutes until Scott stopped by. She had cut it closer than she meant to. She hurriedly picked up all of her toys and hid them in her closet, put a robe on to run outside to remove the note for Scott, and raced to get dressed. She was just tying her shoelaces when Scott rang the doorbell. She allowed herself a little smile at how close she had cut it, but her mirth was short-lived with the knowledge of what was coming.

"Great, you're ready, let's load your bike in my truck and we'll get going," Scott said as she opened the door and he saw her in her cycling shoes and clothes. 

The idea that Erin had decided to give herself this punishment right before she'd agreed to go on a long bike ride with a group of friends had seemed inspired when she had planned it. Now it terrified her. Her crotch was horribly sore and tender, and even with the padded shorts she was sure that biking was going to be close to unbearable. And while the excruciating pain had subsided in her nipples, she still felt more like lying down and putting ice on them than risking them getting bumped by her arms as she rode her bike. But as always, once she had committed to a punishment, she could not back down, so she smiled at Scott and did her best to pretend nothing was amiss as they loaded up her bike and drove to meet the rest of the gang. She was less successful at hiding the tenderness of her pussy when she climbed up on her saddle, but fortunately she got no more than a couple funny looks.

Thank God the ride only took about two hours, but almost every second of that two hours was unrelenting torment. Even riding up out of the saddle didn't help that much, and Erin couldn't do that for too long anyway. So every time she dropped back down on the saddle her pussy screamed in agony, and it was all she could do to stay on the road. She was just glad she didn't chew through her lip during the ride. 

Even with all that, she was not yet sure she had done enough to atone to the young woman she had mistreated, so when the ride ended she declined Scott's offer for a lift back, and rode the bike all the way to her apartment. By the time she got home the pain was excruciating, but she also felt herself getting more and more turned on. She knew that the punishment was almost over, and that soon she would be experiencing the deeply satisfying orgasm she always did when they came to an end. She raced to her bedroom and stripped herself naked. She rummaged through her toybox, finding a medium size dildo with prominent ribs. She coated it liberally with some lube, and lay down on the bed. In her mind's eye she was kneeling in front of the girl she had offended, begging for final forgiveness.

"Please Mistress, please let me worship your pussy to make it up to you," Erin whispered in her mind. 

Her imaginary Master positioned himself behind her, and commanded her to start licking the clerk's slit. As Erin imagined what that would taste and feel like, she positioned the dildo at her rear end. Imagining how her Master would treat her roughly, she pushed the dildo hard into her tender asshole. She let out a loud moan from the pain, but pressed on, pumping the dildo in and out forcefully. She put her hand underneath her and pinched her throbbing clit. After all the abuse it had taken today the pain was almost unbearable, but she didn't let up as she imagined her Master making her suffer until she could please the young woman she had wronged.

Through the pain, Erin could feel her orgasm building. She sawed the dildo in and out of her ass faster and faster, visualizing Him taking all the pleasure He wanted with no concern for her. In her mind's eye she saw the girl from the dry cleaners begin to thrash and convulse in orgasm, and she pressed down hard on her clit. Erin scrunched her eyes, and literally saw sparks as her orgasm tore through her body, piercing the pain she was inflicting on herself. Leaving the dildo buried in her ass, she cupped her whole vagina in her hand, and bounced her hips up and down, pressing against her sore pussy. She probably spasmed for over a minute as tiny micro-orgasms kept washing over her. 

Eventually her body settled down, and she was able to roll on her side. She managed to pull the dildo from her rear end, and gingerly walked to the kitchen. She washed off the dildo, and then found a package of frozen peas in her freezer. Back in bed, she carefully placed the frozen peas against her abused crotch, and began to relax as the pain faded. Now that her arousal was sated, she was stunned at how perverted her fantasies were. Getting fucked in the ass while being forced to lick a woman to orgasm? Even for her, that definitely out there for a fantasy. It wasn't like all her fantasies were exclusively heterosexual, but the lesbian ones were rare, and she'd certainly never had a real life experience anything close to that. On top of that, it was the first time she'd included anyone else in her fantasies with her Master. It certainly seemed like she was getting kinkier and kinkier. She imagined that that a psychiatrist would prescribe years of therapy trying to "cure" her if anyone had a clue what she was really doing. Good thing she had no interest in being cured, she smiled to herself. Sure, it would be better if her Master was real, rather than all in her head, but sometimes if you wanted something done right, you just had to do it yourself.

*

This was quickly turning into the most difficult hike of Erin's life. She had no idea what had possessed her to conduct a punishment on a hike, but she was swearing to herself that she never wanted to repeat this. But then again, punishments weren't supposed to be anything you wanted to repeat. 

After her experience on the sling, it had taken over a week before Erin's crotch and nipples were no longer tender. She had been forced to back out of a few bike rides, but other than that there was no real impact from her session. Over the following month Erin had successfully kept herself on the straight and narrow. She was always kind and courteous to patients at the office, to people waiting on her in stores and restaurants, and truly to everyone she dealt with. She stayed on top of the billing for reimbursement, and kept the office running smoothly. 

About five weeks after her session in the sling, she had begun to get the urges that she needed something more severe. She had felt edgy, a bit frazzled and had started chewing on her lower lip. She began finding it harder and harder to orgasm while masturbating, and the ones she did have were less satisfying. She had known from experience that it was just a matter of time before her compulsion would become overwhelming and she would create an event that would require punishment.

The event had arrived in the form of a text message from her bank that she had overdrawn her account. It always pissed her off when it happened, because it was inevitable that the fees charged would dwarf the tiny miscalculation of the balance in her account. It ticked her off that the bank would get her money so easily. She had decided she needed a little punishment to make sure she paid closer attention in the future.

Since she worked half days at the office on Saturdays, her schedule was to take every other Wednesday off. It was a great arrangement, since it meant she could often go skiing or hiking when there were few crowds. So here she was on a Wednesday morning, suffering with every step as she hiked. The path was climbing steeply now, and she was sweating profusely in the intense sun. She had picked out the navy blue wool cardigan from GoodWill specifically because it was very itchy. It was clearly meant to be worn in cold weather and with a turtleneck underneath. With very little other than her bare skin underneath it, and under the hot sun, it was almost unbearable. When she had started the hike it was merely incredibly itchy, but now with her skin all sweaty and her pores wide open it felt like she had tiny pins inserted everywhere on the top half of her body. Almost as bad was the fact that her hands weren't free, so she couldn't wipe the sweat from her brow or pull the sweater from her flesh for a moment of relief. Fortunately the way her thumbs were secured to the belt loops on her shorts with cable ties was easy to hide, so while the few people she had met along the way had looked at her oddly for hiking on a hot day with such a warm sweater, none had noticed that her hands were bound.

At least the shorts were comfortable enough. They were cut-off button fly jeans. She had briefly considered cutting them extremely short, maybe making them more into a G-string rather than shorts, but as always happened when she tried to add an exhibitionist element to her punishment, she had chickened out. She had cut the shorts to about a three inch inseam, so while they were fashionably short, they were far from extreme. And for now, all the buttons on her fly were buttoned, but she wasn't sure how long that could last. She had briefly considered wearing high heeled sandals as part of her punishment, but had decided that was too much, and might permanently damage her feet, so an ordinary pair of sneakers completed her outfit.




If You Want To, Darling



Without taking his eyes off the television screen, the boy grunted, and began stroking his penis through his jeans. His mother, sitting in the armchair opposite his, noticed the movement, and twined her fingers together, knowing what would happen shortly. The programme they were watching was a nature documentary, completely innocent of sexual overtones, but she knew that had nothing to do with it, and she stared at him, her breath starting to come faster in anticipation of what would he would want her to do to him.

He slowly unzipped his jeans, and struggled briefly to free his penis - it was already semi-erect, and he sighed and settled back in his chair as he began to rub himself with long, lingering strokes. His mother felt her mouth go dry as she watched him: his penis was enormous, and the sight of it never ceased to excite her.

It was really the result of what had happened a few years agao. She had been driving him home from school as she did every day, following her usual route which she could have driven in her sleep. But they were building a new bridge over the road she always took, and suddenly without warning a slab of concrete fell on the car, crushing the roof on the passenger side. She'd suffered only minor injuries, but the boy had sustained severe damage to his head, and it soon became apparent that his brain had been seriously affected.

The doctors said that he might improve in time; his speech was barely coherent, but that might get better, and he might even get back to being completely normal, but although he was now eighteen, his mental age was much younger, and there was nothing they could do about it. She'd received considerable financial compensation, so there was nothing to worry about on that front, but although the accident was not in any way her fault she could rid herself of feeling of guilt, and she found it impossible to refuse him anything he wanted.

That included when recently he'd started to kiss her on the mouth. They were in the kitchen, washing the dishes together after dinner, when he'd spun her around and grabbed her, forcing her back against the sink as he covered her mouth with his. She'd immediately felt his erection pressing against her, and involuntarily she'd yielded in his arms, and briefly responded to his kiss. Then she'd laughed nervously and made him help her to finish the dishes, her mind in a whirl of confusion about whether she'd been right to let him kiss her like that. Would it have upset him and possibly worsened his condition if she'd stopped him, she wondered? She mentally shrugged - it had happened, and she hadn't stopped him, and that was that.

Every night she went to his room to kiss him goodnight, but that night he'd pulled her head down and forced her to kiss him on the mouth again, a kiss that lasted a long time, and soon she stopped struggling, putting her arms round him and holding him close as he continued to kiss her hungrily. Since then it had become a regular occurrence - long, ardent kisses at bedtime, and often at other times during the day. She frequently suffered pangs of guilt, especially in the knowledge that she enjoyed him kissing her, and feeling his hard cock pressed against her.

It had got even worse when he'd kissed her once unexpectedly, with his rigid penis rammed against her belly, and she'd become immediately aroused. Without thinking, she'd forced her tongue against his teeth, and when he opened his mouth slightly her tongue had hunted for his, encircling it as she clung to him, panting. Thereafter they always kissed open-mouthed, their tongues clashing, and all thoughts of stopping him fled from her mind.

It was one Sunday afternoon that he developed a new wish. They'd been sitting on the sofa - she had been reading, and the boy was stretched out, his head resting on her lap. Suddenly he twisted round and pushed himself up and kissed her, then lowered his head until he could rub his face against his mother's left breast. She'd smiled and tried to gently push him away, but he'd persisted, clinging to her seemingly on the point of tears and looking at her pleadingly. She'd hesitated for several moments, then she'd kissed him.

'If you want to, darling,' she'd whispered, and then she'd slowly unbuttoned her blouse and eased one full breast out of her bra. The boy had grunted with delight and immediately taken her nipple in his mouth, sucking furiously. She'd watched him in confusion, not knowing what to do, and then she became aware that she was becoming unbelievably aroused as his mouth worked on her nipple while his hand kneaded her breast. Almost without realising what happened her blouse and bra had disappeared completely, and she sat there, naked to the waist, feeling him stroking her bare back and shoulders as he kissed, sucked and fondled her breasts until her nipples were deliciously sore.

Her breasts had always been particularly sensitive, and she lay back, her eyes closed, drowning in the sensations her son's mouth and hands were provoking. She hadn't had sex for several months - the last time had been when she'd got talking to a man in a bookshop. He'd been visiting the town briefly on business, and he was buying a present for his daughter. Eventually he asked her to have lunch with him, and she directed him to a pub by the river, aware of the way he kept glancing at her bare legs as he drove. She'd made no attempt to pull her skirt down, and she let it ride even higher when they sat at a table in the pub, nor did she hide the fact that she found him very attractive. 

She asked him about his daughter, and he pulled out his wallet to show her a photograph of the girl. To her amazement, it was a picture of a completely naked teen-ager, cupping her breasts provocatively and smiling at the camera. He told her that he always kept the picture with him to remind himself of her, and that he could hardly wait to get home to her. When they left the pub they passed through a small wooded area on the way back, and she'd asked him if he could wait a little longer, and directed him up a small track she knew. Deep in the woodland he'd stopped the car and she'd stripped naked for him, letting him fuck her first against a tree, and then on a grassy bank.

Afterwards he'd driven her home, and she'd bent down by his window as they'd said goodbye. They chatted for a moment, and she'd enjoyed knowing that he was looking down the front of her dress at her breasts, and then she'd leaned in the window to kiss him. She waved as he drove off, but when she opened the front door the boy was standing there, glaring at her.

She started to say something, but then he grabbed her shoulders and shook her like a rag doll before clutching her to him and kissing her frantically. Once again she felt his erect penis pressing against her, and as she returned his kiss she slipped her hand between their bodies and gently squeezed his cock through his jeans.

Now she was being stimulated irresistibly, and she clutched the boy's head as she was overtaken by an overwhelming orgasm as he sucked her breasts. She shuddered, letting wave after wave of her orgasm sweep through her, and she let her hand stroke his bulging erection. 

That, too, had become a habit since that first time she'd touched him. That night, when she kissed him as usuaI as he lay in bed, she'd slipped her hand down beneath the bedclothes and for the first time held his bare, throbbing cock in her hand. She'd been amazed at its size, and kissed him fiercely as she'd fondled him, but then she'd jumped to her feet and rushed from the room, afraid that she'd be unable to control herself much longer.

It developed into an unusually hot summer. She took to wearing thin, short dresses, aware that the boy constantly looked at her body and legs. From time to time she still felt guilty about encouraging his awareness of her, but she told herself that he enjoyed it, and the knowledge that she excited him aroused her more and more. They kissed repeatedly, and she let him stroke her bare legs and kiss her breasts, while she often squeezed his penis. She longed to kiss it and masturbate him properly, but she didn't dare - she was afraid it might not stop there.

Sometimes she wondered if she might be teasing him too much, and that she might drive him to rape her - the idea half frightened, half excited her, as she imagined his giant cock ramming into her. She forced the thought out of her mind, and continued to let the boy see her bare thighs and caress her breasts.

He usually slept for an hour or two after lunch, and on a particularly hot day after he'd gone to bed she, too, felt sleepy, and went to her bedroom. She stood at the open window, trying to catch a faint breeze, and slowly peeled off her clothes, until she was naked apart from a pair of flimsy, practically transparent panties. The boy had stroked her legs and touched her breasts as they'd sat side by side at the kitchen table, and impulsively she'd kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. As usual, it had excited her, and she fondled her breasts for a moment as she looked out of the window before stretching out on the bed.

She fell into an uneasy sleep, then suddenly awoke with a start, to see her son sitting on the bed completely naked, staring at her. Her first instinct was to cover herself, but then she slowly rolled onto her back, revealing her almost naked body to his eager eyes. His gaze travelled over every inch of her - her panties did nothing to conceal her neatly-rimmed bush of 

hair, and the boy hesitantly rested his hand on it. He probably wonders why I haven't got a penis, she realized, but then he started to stroke her body.

It was the first time she'd seen his penis since he was a child, and she gasped at the sight of it. It was even larger than she'd imagined, and she reached out to touch it. She rolled towards him and found she could wrap both hands round it, and still its head protruded invitingly, and she swiftly kissed it. She heard the boy grunt, and she looked up at him.

'Do you like Mummy kissing you like this, darling?' she smiled, and he grunted again, nodding his head vigourously. 'Mummy likes it too, dearest, - she thinks you've got a beautiful dick,' she murmured, and started to kiss his cock in earnest, licking it and easing back his foreskin and running her tongue around the head, then letting her mouth run up and down the length of his cock as she fondled his testicles.

The boy groaned, and then he dragged her up and started kissing her feverishly, his hand roughly gripping her breast. She gave a little cry, and reached down to grasp his penis and begin rubbing it. For whatever reason his control seemed unlimited, and soon her wrist began to ache, and she wriggled round to change hands, rubbing him frantically.

Finally he cried out, and a jet of semen shot from his cock, spurting over both their bodies as she continued to pump him. He released her and fell back, his semen still jetting wildly, and his mother bent over him to capture it in her mouth, sucking him until the flow finally dwindled away to nothing. Then they simply stared at each other, panting, and he took her hand and squeezed it, almost a if to thank her.

At last she got to her feet and went to the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later with a damp towel and wiped the boy's body, and then he took her in his arms. At first he kissed her gently, but then his mouth and hands started to roam all over her. She rolled onto her stomach to let him kiss her back and shoulders, and then move down to kiss the backs of her thighs. She turned onto her back again and he started to kiss her belly. She moaned and clutched his head.

'Bite me, darling,' she whispered, and then her body arched as he sank his teeth into her soft flesh. Soon he was biting her breasts as well, and she writhed in ecstasy, gripping his newly-hard penis as an orgasm flooded though her. When she rolled over again he bit her bottom through her panties, and she had to resist the impulse to tear them off. Finally she lay back, gasping, and then gently pushed him away. 'Mummy wants to kiss you again, dearest.'

She knelt over him, kissing and licking his penis, then hesitantly took it in her mouth. She'd had her tonsils removed as a child, but even so she doubted if she could cope with her son's huge cock. But she loved having a man's penis down her throat, and she wanted this one more than any other she'd known, and she gingerly lowered her head onto it. She gagged at first, but then to her surprise she felt it slipping further and further into her, and she started to fuck it with her throat and lips, fondling the boy's swollen testicles.

She heard him groaning, and she slid a finger beneath him and pushed it up his bottom, her head still rising and falling on his rigid cock. She felt him tangle his fingers in her hair, and he began grunting as he started to raise his hips to match her movements. Then he gave a cry and she felt his body jerk - she quickly pulled back to ease his cock out of her throat and started to suck him as she rubbed his wet shaft with her hand.

Then, he suddenly exploded in her mouth, and a jet of semen struck the back of her throat. She choked momentarily, then began swallowing frantically, but even so some of his semen trickled from the corners of her mouth. The boy wrapped his legs round her shoulders, jerking uncontrollably, and she knew that this wouldn't be the last time she had his wonderful cock in her mouth.

All these thoughts went through her mind as she watched her son slowly rubbing his cock as he stared unseeingly at the television screen, then, as she knew he would, he turned his head towards her.

'M - Mummy ...' he muttered incoherently, and she smiled at him.

'Do you want Mummy to do nice things to you, darling?' she asked, and he nodded eagerly. 'Go and get a towel from the bathroom then, darling, and make it nice and wet, so that you can clean Mummy afterwards.'

The boy jumped to his feet, still gripping his penis, and rushed from the room. He returned a few minutes later with a towel, and sat down again, looking at his mother expectantly. She stood up and slowly started to unbutton the housecoat she was wearing, then finally slipped it off her shoulders, knowing that he liked looking at her. She was bra-less - she rarely wore one these days, knowing that he liked to see her breasts moving freely, and she moved towards him, wearing only a pair of skimpy panties. She loved the way he stared at her body, and paused to run her hands over herself, seeing him lick his lips in anticipation.

Then she knelt in front of him and leaned forward to kiss him, feeling his hands on her breasts. They kissed for several minutes, their tongues clashing, and she fondled his penis as he hugged her and stroked her body. Finally she knelt back and kissed his cock, wetting it with her lips and tongue, then she smiled at him and took his cock between her breasts. He gasped as she began to knead her breasts around and up and down him, looking down at the swollen head of his penis protruding from between her breasts.

'You don't know how much Mummy loves your beautiful dick, my darling,' she whispered. 'Seeing it, and touching it, and kissing it, and doing things with it - things like this, dearest....'

She didn't know whether he fully understood all the things she said to him, but he seemed to enjoy her talking to him when she made love to him like this, and she continued: 'The feel of your dick between my tits, or in my hand or my mouth, and down my throat, is like heaven, darling, and when you come all over me, and I feel your stuff on my skin, or it spurts in my mouth, I sometimes think I'm going to faint with happiness!'

All the time she was kneading him, and then he gripped her shoulders, his fingers digging into her painfully, and she rubbed him faster with her breasts, until a jet of semen spurted up under her chin. She lowered her face, letting it splash in her eyes and over her mouth and cheeks, until she bent to take his cock between her lips and suck him dry.

Afterwards she lay back on the carpet and the boy cleaned her body with the towel before struggling out of his clothes and stretching out beside her to begin kissing her. They lay like that for a while, and then she knelt up to ease his cock into her throat ...

It was a few days later that a leaflet popped through the door. She glanced at it idly, seeing that it was advertising a gardening service. She didn't particularly enjoy gardening, and the grass badly needed cutting and the plants needed attention and the shrubs were overgrown, so she thought she'd give it a try. She sat down at her desk in the study and dialled the number on the leaflet, and while she was waiting for the phone to be answered her son came in and started running his hand up her bare leg beneath her skirt.

She grinned, and as a woman finally came on the line the boy took his cock out and started rubbing it against her face and poking it in her ear. She tried to push him away and stifled her laughter as he rubbed his cock against her lips while she was trying to talk and listen as the woman gave her details of the service. By now the boy was fondling his mother's breasts, and she hastily made an appointment for the coming Tuesday afternoon, then promptly forgot all about it as she started to suck her son's cock in earnest.

On Tuesday she went up to the boy's room after lunch as he settled down for his usual nap, but only after she masturbated him until he came in her hand before she could grab the towel they now always kept handy. Afterwards, she put on her bikini - she was already half naked - her son had seen to that, and settled down with a book on the patio.

She was surprised when the doorbell rang and she discovered that it was the gardening service that she'd ordered but completely forgotten about. It was a young man, in his early twenties, she guessed, and after she'd shown him what need to be done she went back to her book while he got to work. It was another hot day, and soon he peeled his shirt off, to reveal a tanned muscular body.

It was impossible to concentrate on her book - she couldn't keep her eyes off him, seeing his muscles ripple as he worked, and she realized that he kept glancing at her, too. She knew her bikini concealed very little of her body, and she twisted herself slightly to let him see more of her. As always, she'd loved making her son ejaculate, but today it had only served to excite her, and she couldn't stop staring hungrily at the young man's body, glistening with sweat.

He'd got his tools from the van, but after a while he came over to her and apologised - the battery of his hedge trimmer was flat, and he didn't seem to have brought his shears with him - did she have any, he wondered? She thought she might have some in the shed at the bottom of the garden, and she led the way, almost feeling his eyes boring into her body.

Once in the shed, they hunted around together, and she found the shears beneath some sacks under a bench. As she straightened up she stumbled over some flower pots on the floor. He put his arm round her to steady her, and then she was running her hand over his bare chest, making no attempt to free herself. His arm tightened, pulling her closer, and suddenly they were kissing each other hungrily. Without a word being spoken, he unfastened her bikini top, and she hurriedly pushed the bottom down over her hips and stepped out of it, to offer herself naked to him. He tore off the shorts he was wearing, and in a second he was fucking her against the bench.

She closed her eyes in ecstasy, feeling his cock ramming into her, and she clung to him, kissing him frantically. She felt her orgasm mounting, and then suddenly her eyes jerked open to see her son staring at her through the window of the shed. Her eyes widened in horror, but she was too close to an orgasm to stop, and her body started to jerk in uncontrollable spasms as the the man's semen began spurting into her vagina. When she looked again the boy had gone, and she lay limply in the man's arms as he kissed her and then fucked her again.




If You Want To, Darling



Later, she went up to her son's room, but he'd locked the door, and although she called to him and tried to explain he refused to open the door. She'd rattled the handle, sobbing and begging him to forgive her, but eventually she gave up and went to her own room. She stared at herself in the mirror - despite being upset at her son's distress, she had to admit that it had been wonderful being fucked like that, and her body was still glowing as she stripped off her bikini.

Naked, she made her way to the bathroom and took a long shower - she comforted herself with the thought that her son would soon get over it, and she'd do all the things he liked to him later, and concentrated on the feel of the water on her body.

But when she eventually emerged, a towel wrapped round her, she discovered her son standing naked in her bedroom, waiting for her. Before she could say anything he snatched the towel away and slapped her face, knocking her onto the bed. She tried to scramble away, but he grabbed her and slapped her face and body repeatedly. She twisted in his grip, turning away from him, and he immediately slapped her bare backside. She jerked, and then he was holding her down and spanking her unmercifully, until her bottom was fiery red from his blows.

Then he flung her onto her back, and she stared up at him, sobbing. He looked at her for a long moment, then he pushed her legs apart and climbed on top of her. She screamed as he pushed his enormous cock into her - she thought she was going to faint, but then the pain of him thrusting into her and her stinging bottom gradually changed to delerious pleasure, and when she began kissing him he didn't stop her, but kissed her back frenziedly, driving his cock into her furiously as his hands gripped her breasts. 

Then she screamed again when he exploded into her, and this time she did faint. But when she regained consciousness she found her son was still fucking her, and she lay there, her head thrashing from side to side, in the grips of an uncontrollable orgasm until once again his semen erupted inside her.

Then she tried to speak to him and tell him how much she loved him, but he simply slapped her face once more and climbed off her. Later, she was preparing dinner, her body bruised and trembling, when he grabbed her from behind and pushed her back on the kitchen table. He dragged her skirt up and tore off her panties, and then he fucked her again, as savagely as before. It happened again after dinner - he slapped her, then ripped her dress off and forced her down onto the floor. Naked, she clung to him, and he produced his cock and she took it down her throat, anxious to please him. After he came, he slapped her again, and then fucked her on the floor.

Then he got to his feet and went to his room, leaving her lying there, her breasts heaving. Later, when she went to his room to kiss him goodnight, she found he'd locked his door again, and although she called out to him there was no response. She showered again, hoping the hot water would sooth her bruised body, and then she slipped naked into bed.

She was unable to sleep, and twisted and turned, reliving the things her son had done to her, and how she'd responded eagerly to his hitting her and fucking her. Then suddenly the door opened, and she saw him standing in the doorway, naked, with his giant penis jutting towards her. She sat up in bed and switched on the bedside lamp, half fearful of what he might to do to her, but letting him see her naked breasts, hoping that it would excite him.

He crossed to the bed slowly, then got in beside her. She shivered as he put his arm round her, but then he kissed her bruised, puffy lips gently, and automatically her mouth opened to welcome his probing tongue. His free hand cupped her breast, fondling it tenderly, and she timidly stroked his rampant cock. The kiss went on for several minutes, and then he started to kiss her body, licking her bruises and finally her nipples. At last, he pushed her legs apart, and eased his throbbing penis into her sore vagina.

Very slowly, he started to fuck her, all the while kissing her kissing her softly and stroking her yielding body with tender hands. He fucked her for a long while, and when he finally ejaculated it was more of a controlled flood rather than an explosion, and she clung to him, crying with happiness.

'Mum - I can't tell you how much I love you.'

She jerked back in amazement, and stared at him unbelievingly.

'Darling - you - you spoke to me! You spoke the way you used to! Are you - are you better?'

'I - I don't know, Mum. I just feel I've woken up from some kind of dream. Mum - I remember everything. I'm sorry I hit you earlier - I shouldn't have hurt you like that.'

She snuggled against him. 'I didn't mind you hurting me, darling - I - I like being hurt sometimes. But do you really remember everything?'

He squeezed her breast. 'I remember the things we did together. And I remember the things you said - like loving my cock. Mum - if I am better, does it mean we'll have to stop doing those things?'

She laughed throatily, trying to choke back her sobs of happiness. 'No, darling, we don't have to stop. I'll do anything you want, and you can do whatever you like to me, whenever you want, including hurting me. And to prove it, put your wonderful cock in me now, and fuck me again, my darling!'