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The Plane

By: ANONO99



The flight was damn near deserted. Assuming the plane held about 150 people, I would guess there were maybe 20 people scattered throughout the plane, and I was the only one in first class. I guess there just isn't much demand for the redeye flight from San Antonio to Minneapolis. The plane was just getting ready for takeoff and the captain dimmed the cabin lights. Basically, the only lights in the cabin were emanating from the small floor lights of the aisle. I settled back in my seat, and after an uneventful takeoff, the plane was airborne.

Once the plane reached its cruising altitude, the curtain closing first class from coach was pulled, and I was basically cut off from the rest of the passengers. The flight attendant approached me, and started to speak.

"Hi. My name is Kristin, and I will be your flight attendant for this flight. Is there anything I can get you to drink right away?"

Having flown many times in the past, I knew what to expect on these redeye flights. The flight attendants that work these flights fall into two categories. The newbies, who are basically cutting their teeth in the coach section. And the first class flight attendant, while experienced, were usually older ones, or the ones who were on the "less" attractive side. Knowing this, I was surprised when I looked up at the voice that had just spoken to me. There standing beside me was one of the sexiest women I had ever seen. About 5'7", dark shoulder length hair. The skirt she was wearing came about mid thigh. Her blouse was one of those button down types, and she had the top two buttons unfastened, just hinting at a magnificent pair of tits. She wore sheer, light black panty hose, and her feet were clad in two-inch heels. She was a goddess. Not expecting this, I struggled to speak.

"Um, I will just have a, uh, Miller Lite. Um, no glass," I managed to stammer.

I watched as you disappeared around a curtain to fill the drink order. I could not get you out of my mind as I waited for you to return. After about two minutes, you returned and set the drink on my tray.

"Will there be anything else right now?" you asked.

"No, that is fine for now," I said.

"Well, if you need anything else, please do not hesitate to call. I am right around the corner. In about 15 minutes, I will be serving the meal."

I watched your ass as you walked away, wondering to myself what it would take to get my hands on it. You disappeared behind the curtain, and I slowly nursed my drink as my mind wandered to your legs, your tits, that ass. I must have been extremely caught up in the fantasy, because before I knew it, you appeared again, this time carrying a tray of food. Setting it down, I look at the contents. A small, medium rare steak, a mixed medley of steamed vegetables, a roll, and a slice of cheesecake. On the side of the tray was a stapled bag, presumably the silverware. You set the tray down, and began to walk away. Once again watching you, I noticed that something was different, but my mind could just not place it. Resigned to the fact that you were going to remain nothing but a fantasy, I started to eat.

I opened the bag that contained my silverware. Blindly I reached in the bag, and what I found surprised me. I pulled out what was in there. It was your pantyhose. That is what was different! I reached in again, and this time pulled out a bra. Fuck! Again, I reached in, hoping against hope. Sure as shit, I pulled out a pair of panties. What the hell, I thought to myself. A little souvenir of my trip? What was I supposed to think? I set the garments off to the side, and began to eat. I unfolded my napkin, and looking down, spread it across my lap. That is when I noticed your hand scribbled note.

When you are ready to fuck me and get fucked, ring the call button.

Kristen

I could not believe my luck. All appetite suddenly lost, I rang the call button as fast as I could. You appeared from around the corner, and without saying a word, you removed the tray. When you returned, you were carrying a blanket. A nice one, not like the scratchy wool ones you would expect in coach. You also had two pillows, but I had no idea what these were for since the seats in first class are already so comfortable. Setting the items in the seat across the aisle, you slid into the seat next to me, raising the armrest that separated the two seats as you did. You took my right hand and placed it on your now naked thigh. As you did this, you put both feet on the seat in front of us, spreading your legs as you did. The hem of your skirt barely hid your pussy. My hand started lightly stroking your thigh, getting closer and closer to your pussy. Your ass started squirming in the seat in anticipation, causing the hem of your skirt to slide up even further. Your own hands were busy playing with your tits, and I could see the hardness of your nipples straining against your shirt.

My hand finally found its way to your pussy. I leaned over and began to lightly kiss your neck as my hand explored your wetness. The clean-shaven pussy excited me more than I could have ever thought. I rested my hand on your mound, making circular motions. The palm of my hand was placed directly over your clit, and the pressure was exciting you. As I continued the circular motions, my fingers stroked your pussy lips, teasing you with the temptation of penetration, but never quite doing it.

"Fuck me with your fingers," you pleaded with me, as one of your hands slipped inside of your shirt. 

Not wanting to disappoint you, I slid my middle finger to the base of your pussy, and traced a line up until I found the opening. Sliding it in, I was surprised at how wet you were. My finger slid easily in, and I began to fuck you. Sliding my finger all the way into your pussy, I would pause briefly to make circular motions on your clit. Then I would slide it back out. I continued this, and when I inserted my ring finger, you let out a soft moan. I began fucking your pussy faster and faster, and your hand that was not busy fondling your tits worked its way down the length of your shirt, finally reaching your clit. You began to rub your clit in time with me fucking you, gyrating your hips at the same time. Faster and faster you went until you suddenly stopped. 

"I don't want to cum yet. Not like this," you said.

You stood up in front of me, and slowly began to unbutton your blouse. Reaching the last button, your blouse now hung open, still hiding your tits. Your hands seductively reached inside your blouse and began playing with your nipples, your eyes never once leaving mine. You watched my reaction as your hands slid down the length of your body, over your stomach, and then finally inside the waist of your skirt. I watch as your skirt moved in time with your hands playing with your pussy. You suddenly stopped, and pulled your hands off your skirt. I watched as you licked the wetness of off one set of fingers, and was ecstatic when you offered me the other set. I took them one at a time into my mouth, sucking every ounce of wetness off them that I could. Standing, your hands reached behind you, and I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper being opened. I watched as the skirt fell to the floor, finally exposing the pussy I had just finger fucked. Even from where I was sitting, I could see the wetness glimmering on your lips. Entranced, I did not even notice that you had removed your shirt, exposing perfectly round tits and nipples that were so erect it looked painful. I watched as you playfully pinched them, making them even harder. 

You walked across the aisle and grabbed the pillows and blanket. Setting them in the empty seat next to me, you spoke.

"Stand up and take your clothes off," you instructed.

I did as asked, and you pushed me back down in my seat. Taking the two pillows, you set them down on the floor directly in front of me. As you were standing there, you spread my knees apart just enough to kneel between them. Placing one knee on each pillow, you took my cock in your hand and started stroking.

"Throw the blanket over us. If someone comes up here, pretend that you are sleeping," you said.

I did as you asked. The thrill of not being able to see you as you stroked my cock was incredible. You stroked it with one hand, and suddenly you were squeezing my balls with your other. The fingers of one hand gently played with the head of my cock, using slow circular motions. Suddenly, the unmistakable feeling of saliva was flowing over the head of my cock. You paused for a moment to let it flow down the shaft, and then began to stroke faster and faster, using the saliva as a lubricant. The hand squeezing my balls left them, and I heard the sound of you sucking it. Blinded by the blanket to what you were doing, I was surprised when one of your fingers began rubbing the edges of my ass. Slowly, and gently, you inserted the finger into my ass, and slowly began to move it in and out. At the same time, the wetness of your mouth finally found my cock. I was in ecstasy as I felt your tongue circling the tip of my cock. A small kissing sound came from under the blanket as you kissed the head of my cock, and suddenly my entire cock was engulfed in the wet moistness of your mouth. I watched as the outline of your head bounced up and down under the blanket, all the while your finger working my ass. I was nearing orgasm, and I did not want this to stop. I grabbed your head with my hands, and you were still. I lifted the blanket, and you looked up at me from your knees.

"Come with me," you said.

You stood up and wrapped the blanket around yourself. I looked for something, anything, to cover up with, but you were already moving up the aisle. I quickly just grabbed all of our clothes and hurried to catch up to you. We reached a door that said "Absolutely No Admittance". You pushed a couple buttons on an electronic keypad, and the door beeped. You opened it, and we walked in.

"This plane is frequently used for long, transatlantic flights. FAA regulations require the pilot to sleep 4 hours for every 4 hours he flies," you explained.

I looked around the bare room. There was a bed and a sink, and that was about it. The bed was neatly made, as it had not been, and would not be, used for this flight. Standing at the foot of the bed, the door securely locked behind us; you let the blanket fall to the floor. 

"Fuck me any way you want to," you beg.

"Lay down on your back," I say.

It's the blanket that just fell to the floor that intrigues me. I reach for my pants, and pull the small pocketknife out of the back pocket. Grabbing the blanket, I begin to cut thin strips out of the material. Once I have the strips I need, I use two of them to blindfold and gag you. Grabbing one of your wrists, I tied one end of the strip to your wrist, and the other end to the wrought iron headboard. I quickly repeat this procedure for your other wrist and both ankles. As you lay prone and spread eagle on the bed, I moved to the head of the bed. Using my tongue, I start at the bind on your wrist and trace a line down the length of your arm to your chest. I reach your tit, and I take the nipple into my warm mouth. You strain against the restraints, but realize you are completely helpless. I play with the nipple in my mouth, my teeth gently nibbling on it with enough pressure to be pleasurable and not painful. I continue tracing with my tongue, moving over your stomach and down to your pussy. I climb on top of you and straddle your body with my legs.

I bury my head between your legs. You can sense my cock just inches from your face, but with the gag you are helpless to do anything. I begin licking your pussy, starting at your clit and running my tongue the length of your lips. I slide my tongue back up, and concentrate my efforts on your clit. My tongue plays with it, flicking it back and forth and licking it up and down. As I take your clit fully into my mouth, I lower my hips so that my cock is resting on your face. As I play with your clit with my tongue, I begin to thrust my hips. The pressure of my cock on your face turns you on, and you begin to squirm again. You can taste the saltiness of my pre-cum as the head of my cock slides over your gagged mouth, just briefly touching your lips as it does. 

Suddenly I stop, and you lay there, motionless. You turn your head from side to side, trying to no avail to figure out where I am. Suddenly you feel my hands between your legs. I am lying between your legs, my face inches from your pussy. Using my hands, I spread your pussy lips, exposing the wet pinkness. Gently I begin to lick you, all the while keeping your pussy spread. Deeper and deeper my tongue plunges, and you moan when I use one of my thumbs to rub your clit at the same time. The taste of your pussy is intoxicating. Your moans are unintelligible, and I have a feeling you are trying to tell me you are about to cum, so I stop, licking your clit one last time as I do. I kneel between your legs, my knees touching your inner thighs as I do. Spreading your legs as much as the restraints will allow, I begin to enter you.

You tense slightly as the head of my cock first touches your pussy. I lay on top of you, my cock resting on your pussy right between the lips. I begin a slow, gliding motion. My cock slips down the length of your pussy until the head is resting on your clit. Using my body weight, I apply pressure. And then it slides back up the length of your pussy until my balls are resting on your clit. I continue teasing you until I think you can't stand it any more. I once again kneel between your legs and take my cock in my hand. Using my other hand, I spread your lips ever so slightly, and the head of my cock enters your pussy. You moan through the gag, obviously a moan of pleasure. I pull the head completely out, and then quickly reinsert it, once again teasing you. Your hips strain against your confines, but to no avail. The sensation of me reinserting my cock over and over is almost more than you can stand. Finally, and without warning, I feel the warmth and wetness as your pussy swallows my entire cock.

I lie down on top of you and grab a hold of each bound wrist with my hands. The entire weight of my body is on you as I continue fucking your wet pussy. On the outstroke the head of my cock nearly leaves your pussy while on the instroke, I push so hard my balls hit your ass. And with each instroke, I pause just a moment and using my pelvis make a small grinding motion on your clit. I continue to fuck you, alternating between short, fast, strokes, and long deep strokes. I begin to feel your body tense, and I know you are close. I begin to fuck you as fast and as hard as I can, and I feel the muscles of your pussy clench around my cock. Your thighs try to slow my thrusting, but it is no use as I continue as fast as I can. I begin to feel your body relax, and I slowly pull my cock out of your dripping pussy.

Walking to the foot of the bed, I untie your ankles, then move to the head of the bed and untie your wrists. You rub them gently as they hurt somewhat from straining against them. You go to remove your blindfold, but I stop you.

"I'm not finished with you yet. Lay on your stomach," I demand.

Obeying me without hesitation, you lay on your stomach. I quickly tie your wrists together over your head, and fasten them to the headboard. You literally cannot move them, as your head is only inches from the headboard. I tie the longest piece of the shredded blanket to the headboard.

"On your knees," I instruct.

I stand over you and grab your hips. I lift your ass in the air as you move your knees forward. Once I am satisfied with your position, I take the long piece of binding and wrap it around your knee, then over to the other knee, and then back to the headboard. You are literally there, on your hands and knees, ass in the air, unable to move. I move to the foot of the bed and kneel behind you. I can see the lips of your pussy, still glistening with the wetness of orgasm. I lower my head and gently lick the moisture there. It is incredibly sensitive, and you try to pull away, but it is futile. I rise a bit, and my hands reach around and grab your tits. As I do this, you can feel the hardness of my cock between your ass. I begin a slow thrusting motion, sliding my cock the length of your ass, teasing your nipples as I do so. Unable to stand it any longer, I re-enter your pussy. You protest at the invasion, but cannot move. As I begin to fuck you doggy style, your protests become less and less, as the heat of the moment overcomes any sensitivity. Faster and faster I fuck you. One hand leaves your tits and makes its way to your clit. I begin rubbing your clit, all the while pounding your helpless pussy into submission. Suddenly, and without warning, I hear you begin to moan again, softly at first, then louder and louder until a scream tries to escape your gagged mouth. Knowing you are cumming again, my other hand leaves your tits, and I use a finger to rub your asshole, applying just enough pressure to intensify your orgasm. And suddenly you are still.

I pull out of your now dripping pussy. I slowly and deliberately untie you, giving you time to recover. I untie the gag in your mouth, and take off the blindfold. Your body collapses on the bed in exhaustion. I give you 10 minutes to rest, and then I speak.

"My turn."

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull you to me so that you are standing directly in front of me. I pull you closer, and grab your ass. I pull your legs around me so that you are now straddling me. You have your hands wrapped around me for balance.

"When I tell you to get off of me, get off," I say.

I gently slide my cock into your still dripping pussy. You use your hips to alternately thrust against my cock and to fuck it in an up and down motion. Your tits sway in time with your thrusts, and I grab one in each hand, squeezing. You place one hand on each of my knees and lean back. Here as I can watch as your pussy swallows my cock. It is too much for me.

"Get off."

You quickly get off me, and kneel directly in front of me. You grab my cock and begin stroking it furiously, mouth open in expectation. You feel my ass tense as the first shot of cum explodes from me into your mouth. You keep stroking as wave after wave of cum flows from me, filling your mouth. It is too much, and it begins to flow down your chin. I watch as the stream of cum flows between your tits, making a trail all the way to your pussy. You swallow the cum in your mouth and suck the last of it from my throbbing cock.

We get dressed in silence and I return to my seat. I did not see you the rest of the flight. 15 minutes later, we were landed and at the gate. The captain got on the speaker and made his typical announcements. In closing, he thanked us for flying Northwest. He could never be more welcome.

The Plane



He's watching them; she sees this wondering why the distinguished older gentleman is watching her and Jake as they all wait to board the plan. Jake, at 6'2"; is towering over her petite frame, his dirty blonde hair falling in his eyes as he leans in closer to her. Kira knows he loves the peach and vanilla scent of her body was, so she leans her head back so he can press his lips and nose to her neck. Jake nuzzles her and pulls her closer, his hands on her ass, unaware that they are being watched, he presses his lips to her, slowly pushing his tongue between her lips.

Jake's kisses take her breath away and she soon forgets about the man. When the call to board is finally announce, Jake grabs the bags and they head over to get on the plane. The flight back to Philly is a short one from Boston and Kira is anxious to get home.

While walking across the tarmac, Jake notices an older gentleman boarding ahead of them and thinks to himself about how he hopes he looks that good when he's that age. Hoping that Kira will still desire him at that point in their lives; after all, don't men look sexy with the slight graying sides, sharp fitted suits and what must be Italian leather shoes? His eyes turn to his pretty little wife as she walks ahead of him, her cute heart shaped ass wiggling as she moves. The short skirt Kira is wearing flicks up as she walks, giving him glimpses of her thigh high stockings. Looking around, Jake notices only a few people heading for the plane, good the flight won't be full, he thinks. Jake feels his cock stir when he looks back to Kira, remembering that she's not wearing any panties under that skirt, since he won the bet, she isn't allowed to wear them all week. 

It only takes a few minutes for them to get settled into their seats of the small plan. Once the bags are secure, overhead and Kira is happily settled into her window seat, Jake settles back looking around. He notices that older man sitting all alone across the aisle from them. It seems something has caught the man's attention on their side, so Jake looks over at Kira thinking something out the window must be interesting, but quickly realizes that it has nothing to do with the window. The man is looking at the tops of Kira's stockings, sticking out from the skirt as it rides up the further she leans to look out the window. Jake smirks as he slides his hand up her thigh, moving the skirt even higher, revealing all of her stocking tops and the warm skin above it. As he runs his fingertips over the tops, caressing the silky skin, he feels the heat of her body and it reminds him of their last night in Boston. 


The announcement that thy will take off comes over the speaker, so Jake sits back, pulling the blanket over him and let's his thoughts go back to the feel of Kira writhing beneath him in pleasure. His mouth locked to her, tongues probing and tasting each other as their bodies entwine. He can see the candles all around the room, the atmosphere that Kira wanted for them to make love before the fire and candlelight. He moves slowly down her body, kissing each of her eyelids, her nose, her jaw, biting at her neck as he undoes the buttons on her shirt. As the skin is exposed, his soft warm lips press down on her, Kira's fingers running through his silken hair, urging him lower on her body. She is breathing deeply, taking in the scent of Jake's cologne, feeling her heart beating faster at his touch, his attention to each of her breasts is exquisite. 

Kira's hand on his arm shakes him out of his daydream, she whispers "what is it, baby?" and Jake laughs, realizing he must have moaned out loud. He takes her hand and slides it under the blanket to his hardening cock encased in his jeans. She giggles when she feels how hard he is, her fingers exploring the outline of his cock, teasing him further. She loves to touch him and give him all the pleasure she can.

Jake looks around and doesn't see anyone watching, decides to take a risk. He unbuttons his jeans and slides them down under the blanket, letting his cock spring free of the confining material. Kira wraps her fingers around him and begins to slowly stroke him, knowing he loves her hands on his hot, hard shaft. Leaning his head down, Jake whispers, "I want you to wrap your lips around my cock, baby." A nervous giggle comes from Kira, but when she looks into Jake's eyes, she sees the fire burning in them. "Yes, do it, baby", he hisses at her as she grips him harder under the blanket. 

Glancing quickly around, Kira notices the older gentleman from the airport gate sitting in the aisle seat next to them. He seems to be asleep, his face is handsome, his body is covered by a blanket, but she remembers that he was in good shape. Since he's the only passenger close by, Kira acts on a whim and lifts the blanket, revealing Jake's long, hard cock. She hears him gasp softy as she leans in and glides her tongue over the tip, licking the sweet liquid dripping from the slit. Jake's hand slides over the back of her neck, caressing and urging her lower, deeper onto his cock before sliding to her hip to hold her. 

As she shifts her body, rising to her knees in her seat, so she can take him deeper, Kira spreads her thigh for Jake's hand to begin probing over her glistening slit. She moans around his cock trying to stay quiet as Jake slides his fingers into her, parting her pussy lips so he can rub her clit with this thumb.


Jake and Kira are so engrossed in each other they don't notice that the gentleman next to them has started watching them. Adam has enjoyed watching cute couple the airport, remembering what it was like to be so in-love with each other. It's been 4 year since his wife's passing and he truly misses her. Now as he looks at them, he sees Kira's lips wrapped around Jake's cock, his own cock jumps to life, throbbing in his slacks. Not wanting the young couple to stop, Adam slowly pulls his zipper down trying to mask the sound as he pull his hardening shaft free of the confinement. Adam has never been so hard, seeing this happening right before him and up close, his cock is already leaking steadily with precum. He knows he's not going to last long. When Kira moans, Adam's cock twitches in his hand. 

Jake opens his eyes and looks around, making sure they are still safe and not about to get caught. He turns his head and looks at the man in the aisle next to them. The man is staring at Jake's cock in Kira's mouth and doesn't notice Jake looking at him. Though Jake does see the blanket moving and knows right away what is going on next to them. His cock stiffens more at the knowledge of being watched. He leans his head back and doesn't say a word, this is too hot.

Kira feels Jake's cock pulse and throb in her mouth. She loves the feel of him in her mouth; her tongue running over the slick skin, feeling every curve, every vein of Jake's cock. She swallows as much of him as she can, her head bouncing up and down. She hopes he's paying attention so they don't get caught, but the excitement of her has her pussy sopping wet. Sure that the excitement of doing this on the plane, in the open has him ready to explode, she doesn't think it's going to be much longer before he fills her mouth with his load. Kira loves the way Jake tastes, so heavy and sweet. She licks every last drop from him when he lets her. Her pussy is spasms over Jake's hands, and she's trying to stop herself from crying out as Jake thrusts his fingers faster into her pussy. Her hips wantonly thrusting as she fucks herself with his hand. Jake knows to bend his fingers up slightly and spread his fingers wider as she pumps on them. He just holds his hand still as she thrusts and pumps her body over and over on his hand.

Adam can't take his eyes off this couple; his hand is stroking his hard cock under the blanket. Hoping that neither of them looks over and sees him, but is so turned on at the idea of getting caught, he can't help but watch. In all his years, he has never done anything like this and briefly wonders why. He feels his balls tighten and stops touching himself, wanting to wait to cum when the young man does.


Warm tingles of pleasure are running through her body, the walls of her pussy clench and grip Jake's fingers as she cums. As gasp and a moan escaper her lips, Kira lifts her head from Jake's cock and looks up, her eyes fluttering then open wide as she sees him. The man from the airport is looking right back at her. She is powerless to stop her orgasm from rushing through her body and seeing him watching her so blatantly just pushes her right over the edge. Kira stares into his eyes and silently cries out, her lips parted with pleasure, her breath caught in her throat. A few moments later, her body is back in her control, she realizes this man is touching himself under the blanket. She's not sure why, but knows only that this excites her more and she wants to see him, watch him. She whispers "show me" and her eyes dart to the movement beneath the blanket.

Jake looks at Kira as she rides her orgasm and sees her look at the man in the next aisle. He holds his breath as she comes back down, not sure what her reaction may be, his heart pounding in his chest. When she whispers, "show me", Jake nearly creams right then as Kira's hand begins to stroke him faster, but her eyes are on Adam.

Adam can't believe his ears; this pretty little lady wants to see him. Her eyes are locked on his until he lifts the blanket. She can't help but look at his cock as it is revealed. Her eyes widen with surprise. Adam knows he is well endowed, knows that he has had problems before with petite women being hurt by his size. He loves when they squirm and writhe with the mix of pleasure and pain from his cock thrusting into their tight pussies. Continuing to stroke himself, more openly now that he is being watched, he turns his eyes to Kira's face again. 

As all of this is going on, no one notices the flight attendant is quietly observing. She doesn't interfere, excited by the passengers actions. The flight only has 5 passengers and 4 crew members anyway. Her panties are so wet from watching the action. She's enjoying watching and listening, knowing that the participants don't realize they are being watched. If only she didn't have to wear these damn pantyhose, she could rub her clit. She seriously considers ripping them at the crotch so she can rub her aching mound. 

Hips thrusting gently up and down rubbing his cock in Kira's hands, Jake watches her face as the stranger reveals himself to her. When her eyes go wide, Jake looked over and has a similar reaction. Wow, he thinks, and I thought I was well hung, ha! Guess there is always someone larger! Jake wonders how far he can take this while Kira is so excited. He commands her again, "come, climb on my cock baby, let him watch as your ride me". Jake pulls her up and into his lap, facing her away from him, so her wet slit is visible to the man. 


Kira helps position Jake's cock so he can slide right into her wet pussy, his fingers pull open her slick lips to accommodate his girth. Kira leans back on Jake, her body comfortable against him, hips grinding slowly, she lifts her skirt, feeling so brazen, wanting the man to stare at her pussy filled with Jake's cock. She can't help the moans coming out of her now and doesn't even try to hold them back. Someone watching her in this moment has her so turned on. She can smell the scent of her pussy filling the air as Jake pumps slowly, taking his time to push deeply into her.

Adam is watching as the pretty young woman mounts her husband. He still does not believe that this is happening, he wonders where the flight attendants are and if they will get caught. Seeing her pussy, spread open by that cock, her clit glistening in the dim light of the plan, makes him wish it was his cock sliding in and out of her. The hard shaft beneath his hand twitches as if it has a life of its own and wants to be petted again. Adam begins to slowly stroke, matching the slow rhythm of the couple. 

Jake moves one had to Kira's clit and begins rubbing her quickly. He is about to explode inside her and want her pussy to clench him tight to set off his own orgasm. The smell of sex is filling his nostrils as he works to make her cum.

No one notices when the flight attendant moves up closer to watch the others, wanting more than ever to kneel before the woman and lick her clit until she screams. Her own fingers are furiously rubbing her pussy through the clothing, wanting to cum with them.

Adam notices movement from the front of the plan and see the attendant who is staring at Kira and Jake. He smiles slightly, gripping the tip of his cock with his fingers, tugging faster and faster pushing towards his orgasm, all he can think about is wanting to shoot his cum all over the pretty girl's pussy.

Kira is fascinated and wants to feel that big cock inside her, she knows Jake is big, but wow, is all she can think. Between her thoughts, Jake's cock and fingers working her pussy, she feels the crescendo of her orgasm beginning to peak. Jake feels Kira's body tense and knows she is about ready to explode. He thrusts harder not caring who's watching now, but needing his wife to cream all over his cock. When her tight pussy starts to pulsates and spams around his shaft, he can't hold back anymore. Kira feels Jake's grip on her hips and knows he's close. Her eyes never leave Adam's cock as her own moans turn to gasps and she cries out as she's cumming on Jake. His cock pulses inside her and she is suddenly filled with the hot stream of his load being deposited deep into her.

When Adam hears her cry out, he lets himself go, shooting his cum up, arching it over him and onto his chest. He releases a guttural growl as he does his breathing abnormal as he tries to catch it again. Adam collapses back into his seat, his eyes finally pulled away from the beautiful site of the couple fucking beside him.

Kira leans back on Jake, who wraps his arms around her as they both catch their breath. He whispers into her ear "I loved that, baby, so fucking hot". Kira just smiles and closes her eyes, feeling Jake's cock being to shrink inside her.

The flight attendant pulls a pillow over her face and mouth to help stifle her grunts as she pushed herself to orgasm with her fingers. She has never been so naughty on a flight in all her years. She has to serve drinks now and quietly rushes to get her cart. Adam watches the flighty attendant and lazily smiles as she rushes off. He tucks his deflated cock back into his pants and cleans up with the blanket.

Kira slides from Jake's lap, pulling her skirt down. She is still flushed with the excitement and can't stop thinking about that cock. She is so embarrassed to look over at him though. She takes her seat and buckles in. The plan will be landing soon in Philly. Jake zips his pants up and buckles his seatbelt. 

The flight attendant comes by and offers everyone ice cold water and comments on how it must be hot back here, everybody's faces are flushed. Adam just laughs and thanks her for the water. Jake and Kira both blush even deeper, but manage a thank you as well. Jake knows that he and Kira will never forget the flight home from their honeymoon.



The Plane Crash



18 year old Vicki kissed her father on the cheek as he lifted the private plane away from the pad it had been sitting on. "Oh daddy, this is the best present you could have given me." She squealed as they moved away from land and out over the water.

Rich smiled at his daughter as he guided the small Cessna out over the Florida Keys then out into open sea. Rich had raised his daughter alone since his wife Caroline died when she was 4. He had watched as she grew from a little butterball into the full figured woman she had become. She reminded him a lot of her mother. Same dark blonde hair, same blue eyes. Her ample tits were enclosed in the top of her bathing suit as she looked out the window. 

Today was actually a multiple present for his little girl. She had turned 18 a week ago, and had graduated as valedictorian from her high school class. When he asked her what she wanted for her reward for being such a good student, she had told him that she wanted him to take her up in his plane. Rich had his pilot's license for years and on the spur of the moment bought the small two person plane a year ago. He promised Vicki he would take her up in it after she turned 18. Today he kept that promise.

The sky was beautiful as they flew out over the Atlantic Ocean. Vicki was squealing in delight when Rich lowered the plane almost touching the water. "It's beautiful daddy." She cried hugging him tight.

Rich laughed, "I'm glad you're having fun sweetheart." He suppressed a moan when she pressed her breasts against his arm when she hugged him.

He had never thought about having sex with his daughter. She was always just his little girl. Even when she was a teenager and walked around the house in her bra and panties he would laugh and tell her to put clothes on. He never thought of her that way. She was his little girl. But something had changed this morning when he was coming from his bedroom and saw that she hadn't closed the bathroom door completely.

He was about to walk on by when he heard a low moan coming from the room. Curious, he stopped outside the door listening. When the moan came again, he pushed the door open. Vicki was sitting on the toilet with her legs spread before her. One hand was squeezing her tit, while she fingered her pussy with the other. "I want a hard cock." She cried as she flung her hand hard against her body slamming her fingers into herself. "I am so tired of being a virgin."

Rich was mesmerized as he watched her masturbate. His cock rose hard in his jeans. When he realized she was getting close to cumming, he ran from the bathroom hoping she hadn't seen him watching her. She came out a few minutes later, dressed in her bathing suit and shorts. They had left shortly there after. 

Now as she pressed her body against him as she looked out the window of the small plane at the vast water and sky, his cock was pressing hard against his shorts. He forced himself to keep his attention on flying the plane instead of his daughter's hot body.

They had been in the air about 4 hours and Rich was thinking about turning back towards home when the first clap of thunder sounded as lightning filled the sky and rain washed against the windshield. "Oh no." Vicki whined moving back over to her seat as the wipers tried to clear the rain.

Rich glanced over at her. "I'm sorry baby. The weather man said it was supposed to be clear."

Vicki sulked against her seat as her father turned the plane back towards home. "It's okay. I had fun anyway."

Rich smiled at her but that was it as he was trying to keep control of the plane. The rain was coming down hard and the wind was pulling at the plane. Rich held hard to the steering wheel. "I hope we can make it home in this." He yelled over the wind and the sound of the engines.

Vicki looked at him with fear in her eyes. "Are we going to be okay daddy?"

Rich squeezed her knee with his free hand while trying to give her a reassuring smile. "Sure we are honey." But as he looked back out the dark window, he wasn't so sure.

He dipped the nose of the plane down towards the water, looking for someplace he could put down to wait out the storm, when suddenly the plane started rocking dangerously. Vicki started screaming as she quickly put her seatbelt on.

Rich gripped the wheel, trying to control the shaking plane. He had seen a small island and was heading in that direction, when suddenly the engine cut out. The plane started to fall fast towards the ground. He hit the controls over and over until it roared back to life. "We're almost there baby." He said as Vicki dug her nails into his arm.

Rich steered the plane towards the island, when suddenly the engine cut out again. The nose of the plane dipped as they fell. The last thing Rich remembered before they crashed on the island was screaming his daughter's name.

Rich opened his eyes as rain poured down on him. He was lying on the beach a few feet from the plane. The damage didn't look to bad from what he could see through the driving rain. He gingerly moved to his feet. He had a few bruises but for the most part seemed to be in one piece. Then he realized that Vicki wasn't beside him. "Vicki," He screamed running towards the plane. 

He landed flat on his stomach, as in the darkness he tripped over something then heard a low moan. "Vicki." He turned towards the noise. When a shot of lightning lit up the sky he saw her lying behind him on her back. The driving rain was flying down over her. "Vicki." He cried pulling her into his arms.

"Daddy?" Vicki asked softly as she shivered. "Where are we?"

Rich looked around. "I don't know sweetheart. But we need to find shelter. Can you stand up?"

She moved her legs. "I think so."

He helped her to her feet, then holding her hand in his, they moved up the beach into the trees. They walked through the trees as the rain fell down, drenching their bodies. "I'm cold daddy." Vicki whimpered as she stumbled beside him.

"I know baby. So am I." Rich was squinting through the driving rain, trying to see. He saw what looked like a small clearing up ahead where a bunch of trees had grown together. He pulled Vicki behind him until they were under the protective bush. The rain still fell but not as hard as they huddled together.

"I'm cold daddy." Vicki cried pressing her body close to his trying to warm herself with his body heat.

Rich held her close as he looked around trying to find something to make a fire with. He had been a boy scout and learned how to start a fire by rubbing two sticks together.

As lightning lit up the sky, he saw wood scattered all over the clearing. He pressed his trembling daughter away from him. "Honey, I need you to try to help me gather wood for a fire."

"O...Okay." She replied her teeth chattering. She pulled herself away from him.

They stumbled in the darkness, lit up occasionally by the lightning until they came back together, both carrying armfuls of wood. Vicki dropped her pile then dropped to her knees crying. "It's okay baby." Rich told her as he separated the wood by size. "It's okay."

Within minutes he had a roaring fire going. Vicki curled up against him as they huddled close to the fire. "Daddy, why did the plane die?"

Rich was rubbing his hand absently over her bare arm. They had both stripped out of their wet clothes. Their clothes were lying on the ground by them drying out from the heat of the fire. "I don't know baby. I think we might be having an electrical storm or something. The plane may have gotten hit with one of the lightning bolts."

Vicki huddled closer to him, her naked body slowly warming. She ran her hand over his lap without really noticing until her hand accidentally brushed against his semi hard cock. When Rich suddenly moaned she looked up at him. 

He blushed. "Sorry. It's been a long time."

She shrugged but let her hand brush over him again. When he again moaned she smiled. "You know daddy. We're both cold and no one is here but us."

Rich looked down at his daughter. "What are you talking about baby?"

She lifted her head, looking into his eyes. Her own eyes were glowing with lust in the firelight. "I'm just saying that whatever we do tonight while we are alone..." She took his cock into her hand, stroking it slowly as she felt it grow. "Nobody has to know." She kissed him on the lips.

Rich pulled her away from him in shock. "Vicki, you are my daughter."

She stuck out her lower lip in a pout. "Dad, I'm 18 years old and still a virgin. I am so tired of taking care of myself. You have a cock. I want a cock. What's the problem?" She pushed her point further by lowering her head down until she was able to take him into her mouth. She moved her head up and down over him as she slowly sucked him..

Rich closed his eyes as pleasure washed over him. He let her suck on him for a minute then looked at her as he gently pushed her away. "You're my daughter Vicki, as much as I would love to fuck you. I won't." He kissed her forehead. "Now go to sleep."

She watched as he laid down on his side with his back to her. "But dad..." She pouted.

Rich held himself still, his cock still throbbing from the sensations she had given it with her mouth. "Go to sleep Vicki." 

He heard her lay down beside him. He relaxed his body until she suddenly pushed her naked body against his back, pressing her breasts tightly against him while she rubbed her pussy against his ass. "Vicki..." He said in shock.

"I'm horny daddy." She whimpered kissing his neck.

He rolled over quickly to reprimand her again, only to have her pull his face tightly against her tits. He moaned against them as he moved his mouth slowly over her flesh. "Oooohhhh daddy." She moaned pressing herself tighter against him. Her hand moved down his body, gripping his cock again.

Rich knew he should pull away. It wasn't right that he was sucking on his daughter's tit while she jacked him with her hand. But his body didn't seem to be listening to his head. His tongue was moving over her breast as he humped his cock against her soft strokes.

He gasped in surprise when suddenly she rolled over onto her back, pulling him on top of her until she was able to pull his cock against her entrance. "Daddy...fuck me...I need to be fucked so bad." She cried rubbing her pussy over his cock.

Rich gave in. He moaned against her while he pushed her legs apart. He started to push into her only to stop. "No daddy, don't stop." She cried as she felt him begin to fill her, then suddenly stop.

He pressed himself up on his hands so he could look down into her eyes. "You're a virgin baby."

She looked up at him disgusted. "I know. That's why I want you to fuck me."

He chuckled, running his hand over her face. "That's not what I meant baby. It means that I can't just slam into you and start humping."

She looked up at him. "Why not?"

He kissed her softly then moved his mouth back down to her ample tit. "Because it would hurt you to much baby. I need to make you ready for me." Then he locked his mouth on her tit, as he lay down beside her on the sand.. 

She whimpered as he sucked at her breast, then moved down until he could take her nipple into his mouth. The whole time his mouth was busy, his hand was moving over her body in a loving caress. Vicki sighed in pleasure. When she felt his hand move over her pussy, she spread her legs wide.

When she felt his finger touch her clit, she cried out as she lifted her hips. "Oh daddy...Touch me." She wrapped her arm around his head, holding him against her.

Rich kept his mouth tight against her nipple as his hand explored her untouched flesh. He circled his finger over her clit a couple of times then lowered his hand down until he found her entrance. She was soaked; she was leaking her juices all over his hand. He found the little nub above her slit and pressed hard on it.

"Oh my god." She whimpered pressing hard against him. Rich chuckled against her tit, and then pressed hard again, before lowering his hand down until he was cupping her slit. "Daddy..." She begged pressing up against his hand. "Please."

Rich sucked harder at her tit, feeling the nipple harden against his roaming tongue. He teased her slit a minute then slowly let his finger enter her. "Yessssssssss..." She cried out as her muscles tightened around him. He slowly slid his finger in and out of her as he moved his mouth to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.

"Yes daddy. Finger my pussy daddy." She mewled resting her head against the sand as she lifted her hips against his probing hand.

Rich devoured her tits with his mouth as he slipped another finger inside her. He pushed hard against her, pushing his hand as far as he could before pulling it out to enter her again. Vicki was screaming and mewling with pleasure as she humped herself against his moving fingers. "Finger me daddy." She shrieked digging her feet into the sand beneath her.

Rich dug his fingers hard into her as he raked his thumb over her clit. "Oh god..." Vicki yelled as she came suddenly. "I'm cummminnnnnggg..." Her body pressed hard against him as he fucked her through her orgasm.

The storm had stopped, the rain dropped to a drizzle but the two people lying in the clearing didn't notice. Rich's cock was throbbing hard against his daughter's leg as he took his fingers from her snatch and his mouth from her breast. 

Vicki was lying on her back, panting as she tried to catch her breath. She opened her eyes slowly as he moved his body over hers, once again positioning himself at her entrance. "You gonna fuck me now daddy?" She purred as she lifted her legs around his waist.

Rich rubbed his cock head against her a bit, coating his cock with her juices then slowly pressed into her. "Yes I am baby. I'm gonna fuck your sweet pussy until you are begging me to make you cum." He kissed her hard as he slammed forcefully into her ripping through her hymen with one powerful thrust.

Vicki gasped against his mouth as she felt him tear something inside her as he impaled her on his rod. "Fuck..." She whined as pain coursed through her full snatch.

Rich licked away her tears as he held himself buried inside her. "I'm sorry it hurt baby. But it won't anymore. I promise." He reached between their bodies running his hand over her clit as he kissed her softly.

Vicki started mewling as he once again brought her body to life. "Oh daddy." She sighed when he slowly started thrusting into her. She tightened her legs around his waist as she lifted against him.

When she started fucking him back, Rich moved his hand off her clit, putting it up by her head as he kissed her passionately while he pumped his hips, driving himself deep inside her. "I love your sweet pussy baby girl." He panted as he slowly rode her.

"Fuck me daddy." She cried moving her hips so she could feel him everywhere. She tilted her head back when he lowered his mouth to her neck, leaving open mouth kisses all over her flesh. "Daddy...Daddy...Daddy...Ride me." She screamed when he started hammering his cock into her fast and furiously. His balls slapped against her ass with his vicious strokes.

"Yes... take daddy's cock you little slut." He growled digging his hands into her ass as he thrust her forcefully against him as he reamed her pussy. "Take daddy's cock baby. You wanted it so bad, you got it now girl." He rode her hard and fast, his cock slamming deep inside her while she begged him for more. He was afraid he had created a monster when her hands moved to his ass, pulling her deep inside her clenching body as she thrust wildly against him. 

"I'm cumming...Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." She screamed as her body clung to his thrusting cock.

"Oh baby...." He cried as he suddenly lost control. He slammed her hard, pushing her deeper into the ground as he reached for his own release. When it came, it came on so fast that he couldn't have pulled out if he wanted to. "Take me inside you baby." He yelled loudly as he filled her with his jizz.

All through the night, they found love and comfort in each others bodies. He took her on her hands and knees, on her side and finally with her riding him. They fell asleep near dawn. She was lying on top of him with his cock still buried inside her.

He awoke later to her moving slowly up and down over him. "I love your cock daddy. It feels so good in my little pussy." She purred when she saw he was awake.

He groaned as she rode him slowly, driving his cock to new heights. "Oh baby. Yes. Ride daddy's cock, fuck me with that sweet cunt of yours." He gripped her hips, pulling her down over him as he forced himself upwards. It wasn't long before they were straining against each other looking for release. She came hard around him and he followed a second later.

The fire was out but the sun was shining, the air was warm when the pulled on their dry clothes. "Let's go see how bad the damage is and call for help." He said taking her hand in his as they walked back towards the beach.

They walked in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. They had found enjoyment in each others bodies but they also knew that when they returned home they had to go back to just being father and daughter again.

When they found the plane, they stood beside it as they both gasped. See dear reader what they couldn't see in the driving rain the night before was the fact that when they crashed, the front of the plane had smashed into a tree. Crushing the cockpit. 

Vicki and Rich stood by the ruined plane, their eyes locked on what sat in the seats. Vicki's body was almost cut in half from where the seatbelt had cut into her. Rich's body was slumped over hers, his head crushed by the dashboard, his arms around her as though to protect her.

Vicki looked at her body in the seat of the plane then looked at her father. "Daddy...Does this mean...?"

He looked at her. "Yes baby. We're dead. We died in the crash last night."

They stood there for a minute as a rescue chopper flew overhead then landed maybe 10 feet from them. They watched as two men ran towards the broken plane. One of the men ran right through Vicki as if she wasn't there. 

She watched as the men moved to pull their bodies from the mangled cockpit. It couldn't be true, she didn't feel dead. In fact she felt more alive then she had in her 18 years on this earth. But as she watched her father's body pulled off hers and the rescue men work to cut her out of the plane, she knew it was true. She turned to her father with a smile. "Make love to me again daddy."

Rich took her wildly there on the beach, their cries soundless to the men working to salvage what was left of them from the wreckage. As they moved together, they thought that maybe the storm hadn't been such a bad thing after all. 



The Plane to Tahiti



Finally after all our chats, our planned trip to Tahiti was finally taking place. We met at the airport and my breath was taken away by your beauty. It was so good to finally meet you in person and to be taking this trip together. Our hands shook as we met and we gently kissed one another. Your lips were so very sweet and your body was so soft. We nervously laughed as we boarded our plane and was settled into First Class.

The flight attendant served the chilled wine and delicious fruit from the Islands - Kiwi, pineapple, grapes, bananas, and even some strawberries from the states. I saw the teasing look in your eyes as you took a strawberry and fed me. Your fingers lingered on my lips as I ate and I gently licked the juice from them. You closed your eyes and could tell that the act excited us both. Oh yes, this was really going to be an enjoyable and fun trip for the two of us. We continued to feed one another and sip the wine as our fingers lingered longer and longer on each others lips. When you sucked one of my fingers into your mouth, I thought I was going to have an orgasm right there.

After the plane departed we were served more wine and pheasant delicately prepared. You moved closer to me as we ate. I could feel your warm body so very close and it gave me peace for I could feel your love touch me in such a wonderful way. Our hands found each others and this added to our physical communication. After dinner, we covered ourselves with a blanket and settled down for the 12 hour flight.

You laid your head on my shoulder and I put my arm around you. I kissed your hair and it smelled so nice from the shampoo. You moved closer and laid a leg over my lap. My hands caressed your beautiful legs and took off your shoe and rubbed your foot. You moaned and this caused me to become aroused. I know you sensed it for your leg rubbed against my arousal so gently and so sensual. I caught your eyes twinkling and wondering if you were thinking the same as I was.

My hand went further up your leg to the inner thigh and you caught your breath. I gently massaged the inner thighs and could feel the wetness through the silk panties. I knew then that this was going to be a great flight. And reached around to your blouse and unbuttoned it one button at a time. The beautiful bra matching the panties was there for me to touch. You reached down and gently unzipped my fly. I heard you giggle a little. Perhaps you had had too much wine. ;-)

The lights were turned low and the other passengers settled down to sleep. The flight attendant asked if we needed anything with a knowing smile on her face. I said leave the bottle of wine and I think we had everything else we needed and we all laughed. You gentle rubbed my erect cock as I took off your bra - all this taking place under the blankets of course ;-)

Soon we were completely naked under the blanket and you came over to sit on my lap. We kissed deeply and hungrily for there was no waiting for the plane to land before we had each other. You straddled me and placed the tip of my cock into your wet pussy. And gently settled down on me to let it slide into you. We kissed deeply to muffle our moans of delight. You moved up and down on me with such sweetness. Knowing we had a long trip, we savored the slow rhythm of our bodies. So much desire and passion had built up in our chats and now we were actually together. But neither of us could hold off much longer. Both our bodies started trembling and I felt myself growing inside of you. We kissed even deeper for we did not want to wake the other passengers. The wonderful release took my breath away. I held you tight and stayed inside of you. You continued to move to release multiple orgasms over and over again.

Finally we were still. Both of us thinking of ways to please the other on our week in Tahiti. We reluctantly put our clothes on and fell into a peaceful slumber. The flight attendant brought us fresh coffee and juice as we awoke and put something into your hand. I saw her lean over and whisper in your ear "Welcome to the mile high club dear" and smilingly slipped away. You now have the wings she gave you with that inscription.

And that ended our flight to Tahiti.



The Planet of Females Pt. 01



This story is intended to be the first part of a fiction series featuring some inhabitants of a far planet named Elien. Life on that planet revolves around Female supremacy in a context of sadomasochism, religious sexuality and lesbianism.

Actually, this first part is divided in two subparts.

The first is an introduction that sets the scene. Some readers might find it somewhat complex, I thought however that it would be helpful in reading the next parts to come.

The second subpart is some sort of a snapshot of life on Elien. The next parts will be on that model, providing descriptions of various aspects of the existence the inhabitants of the Planet of Females.

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Introduction

A planet, its inhabitants, and their special customs

Elien, a small planet in constellation Sappho, located at millions of light-years from Earth, has a mass equivalent to one hundredth of the Earth's. It enjoys an exceptionally mild tropical or near-tropical climate, without extremes or cataclysms, and is blessed by beautiful landscapes and a diverse topography. All year long, the global average temperature is about 72 degrees Fahrenheit. The planet's economy is based on trade, tourism, agriculture, cattle rearing, hunting and fishing. Natural resources are abundant. The total population is a little over 2 million people. For nearly a century, Elien is entirely dominated by the Female people, organized as a theocracy centered on the worship of Goddess Gynea [from the Greek gynos: "female"].

More than forty years ago, this Female people was able to conquer the fifth and last nation that was still free on the planet, composed mainly of masochistic males. This was a rather easy victory as its opponents were not broken to warfare. Most of the time, these males were submitting to their Female counterparts in their own nation, both in their everyday and sexual life, making the nation a weak entity deprived of any solid structure. After a brief war of two months at sea and on land, the Females were able to impose the armistice conditions. The males became their slaves, and their female fellow citizens suffered the same fate or were incorporated into the Female population after thorough scrutiny based on race. However most of the vanquished males were happy to submit to a new Female race. Since then, the Female people rules that last unconquered territory and, therefore, the entire planet.

Politically and administratively, the Queendom is divided into five provinces, each one under the authority of a Priestess-Governess. And the five Priestesses-Governesses are subordinate to Alpha, the High Priestess, who is also head of the planetary government and first delegate of Goddess Gynea. Alpha's palace is located in Gynepolis, capital of the Queendom, where 800,000 people - including the slaves - are living. It stands in the part of the city encompassing the Great Temple of Goddess Gynea and its dependencies. The Goddess is a human, mortal Female. Everything on the planet is centered on Her worship. A cruel and sadistic worship based on Female supremacy. Males are considered lowly creatures, ranked at the bottom hierarchical level. For the Females of Gynea, males are slaves used for work, breeding and sexual pleasure.

On Elien, the social structure under Goddess Gynea - the Supreme Being on Whom everybody and everything depends and to Whom everybody and everything is subordinate - comprises four levels. The highest level is the clergy, itself divided in two sub-levels, the high and low clergies. The high clergy, lead by the High Priestess Alpha, is made up of twenty priestesses, of whom fifteen live and officiate at the Great Temple of Gynepolis and five in the capitals of the five provinces, where there are also less grandiose temples. It leads all government affairs, similar to a ministerial cabinet, under a political body called the Sacerdotal Senate. The low clergy comprises two religious communities: the cloistered contemplative worshippers and the servants. The latter community is the only clergy group where males are admitted in a slave status. That second community also admits Females, albeit on a voluntary basis. Often, young Females receive the status of servant at the instigation of their families hoping that they might one day become contemplative worshippers or even priestesses. The three other social classes are the nobility, the bourgeoisie and the plebs, the latter comprising Female servants and male slaves.

The political regime of Gynea is entirely based on a religious foundation. Government decisions and the behavior of each and every citizen abide by the Ten Commandments of Goddess Gynea, which are sternly applied by the high clergy. The High Priestess and the twenty other priestesses also act as members of the Sacerdotal Senate. The five priestesses-governesses heading the five provinces are responsible for the application of the Law of Gynea and the edicts adopted by the Sacerdotal Senate sitting at the Great Temple of Gynepolis. The Ten Commandments of Goddess Gynea are based on three main pillars: an erotico-religious worship of the Goddess; the complete submission of all males to the Females without exception; and a life of perversions and sadomasochism.

Since the last decisive military victory, more than forty years ago, the Gynean regime is very efficient at pairing and mixing its gynerotic-theological and economic components. As a result, the health of the economy is good, thanks to the abundant natural resources and to the wisdom of the Females in power.

Marriage is permitted only between Females. Although polygyny is allowed, as per the Law of Gynea, a Female having more than one spouse must ensure their care and subsistence. As a result, polygynous unions are almost exclusive to the nobility as they involve a high standard of living, although it is sometimes seen in some bourgeois households.

The population's reproductive capacity is maintained by breeding with male slaves meeting specific physiological conditions. Representatives of the Gynean Government across the planet make sure that these conditions are met. For instance, each time a married Female couple wishes a pregnancy, the selection of the biological father must be approved by one of these representatives. The Ministry of Population has a demography unit that monitors the population level both globally and in each province. When needed, it can launch breeding programs or, inversely, prohibit breeding when the population level is considered too high. Also, population movements can be imposed in order to balance the demography across the planet for economic reasons. When a Female gives birth to a male child, that child automatically becomes a slave, and he can be sent away from his birthplace to serve where needed. The slaves can be assigned a multitude of tasks, such as the low daily-life chores like the cleaning and maintenance of homes and the care of Mistresses' assets and belongings, the care of horses and cattle, or military or guard duties, to name a few. Slaves of both sexes can breed among themselves, except that some specially selected males are kept to impregnate Females. Given Her sacred nature, Goddess Gynea is never impregnated by any male, and therefore has no descendants.

When Goddess Gynea deceases, the High Priestess takes Her place and Her name, and a new High Priestess is elected by a majority vote of the Sacerdotal Senate. When there is a vacancy among the Priestesses, names of candidates are submitted by high nobility sponsors. The election of a new Priestess is performed by the Sacerdotal Senate sitting in conclave by the rule of majority of voices. Once She obtains Her sacred status, the new Goddess does not deal any more with profane state business. She now lives to be worshipped, to devote Herself to Her pleasures, deviances and perversions without any limit, and to use Her power of life or death over every and all of Her subjects. She spends most of Her time in Her quarters at the Great Temple but She deigns to minimally mingle with Gyneans on special occasions and, even then, mostly to privileged relatives of members of the high clergy or of noble families.

According the the Gynean law, Goddess Gynea has property rights over each and every citizen of the planet. Naturally, She is very fond of Females. She likes to change often Her Female toys, sometimes every day, sometimes after a few weeks depending on the pleasure Her current toy gives Her. Hence, all over the planet, if a Priestess or any member of the high society sees a Female over 18 years old who might be appealing to the Goddess for any reason, she can take steps to have her sent to the Great Temple of Gynepolis to be used for the Goddess's pleasure. 

In fact, parents of the high society often strive to have their daughters chosen as toys for the Goddess. When it happens, they show their pride to friends, acquaintances and family. Furthermore, all former sex toys of the Goddess are entitled to a hefty life pension but have to remain in either the Great Temple convent if they live in Gynepolis or in the temple of their state capital. Some could hope to be admitted to the low clergy when vacancies arise.

In the Gynean society, high-ranked Females of the clergy and nobility are very fond of black male slaves from the Nari people, in the equatorial region, for several reasons. These males are exceptionally athletic and enduring, they adorn long and thick penises, and, most of all, they have a masochistic temperament that makes them docile and submissive beings. The breeders (also called sires), the temple guards and the elite soldiers of the Gynean Army all come from this group of slaves. Some are trained to become work or pleasure horses. Once broken, they are harnessed for farm work or for use with carriages. Noble Females and temple authorities keep them in stables. Some other male slaves become gladiators, used in the violent games held regularly in the numerous arenas around the planet.

As a matter of fact, each year, on the birthday of the Goddess and during the whole preceding week, games are held at the Lesboseum in Gynepolis, which has a capacity of 100,000 people. The state generously provides free food and drinks as well as entertainment to all Gynean Females for the whole duration of these major holidays. The day of the Goddess Birthday Games, the Lesboseum is packed, as this is the only day of the year where Gynean Females can enjoy all the sexual perversities promoted by the regime and freely let go their deviances and kinks in public, for the pleasure of the Goddess, Who attends the celebrations along with Her followers behind the sheer white veils of Her Sacred Box in the Lesboseum. It is the only time during the year that the Goddess appears in public, although concealed.

 The Big Day

 A grandiose wedding

Himiltrude and her two mothers had arrived the day before from their remote estate located more than 15 miles from the capital of the province of Sapphona. The trip had been without any problem. As usual, the team of six well-trained black Nari human horses had covered the distance swiftly. When they disembarked their luxury couch carriage, the three women enjoyed patting their horses to thank them and gently caressing their naked athletic bodies covered with sweat, particularly their long dangling penises. They asked the Female driver to ensure that the stable girl performed the usual body care tasks when the horses would be in their stalls: showering and wiping them dry, give them moist feed and water and make them ejaculate. This last one action was customary practice among horse owners as a form of encouragement and reward for good equine behavior.

The two mothers had come to the capital to marry their daughter, Himiltrude, who was to become the third wife of Liutgard, a rich landowner noble lady living on a large estate in the suburb of the capital. Liutgard was 48 years old and Himiltrude was going to celebrate her 18th anniversary the day before the wedding. They had met more than a year before at a large gathering in the countryside and fell for each other right away. Liutgard had been looking for a true submissive at heart to complete her harem of two wives. She was herself submissive to Fredegond, the 57 years-old Female she had married first, and dominant to Isoldine, her second wife, aged 61. Putting variety in her marital sex life by the addition of a young spouse had been titillating her mind for quite some time.

Liutgard was seduced first by Himiltrude's young age, her rather timid look, her tall and slender body characterized by almost flat breasts, her long ginger hair flowing down to her bottom and her exquisite green eyes. Liutgard's natural beauty and enormous wealth inherited from one of her mothers made her an excellent prospect for any family with a young girl to marry. Himiltrude's mothers - well aware of the truly submissive nature of their daughter and attracted by the new wealth that she would bring to theirs - therefore readily accepted Liutgard's marriage proposal, subject to compliance to the Gynean law forbidding any marriage involving a minor Female. And they had guaranteed to the future dominant wife, although she didn't have any doubts, that Himiltrude was a genuine subservient. Having realized early her submissive nature, they had fostered her development in that way and trained her to strive for domination in every aspect of life, although not sexual domination as the Gynean law forbids sexual abuse of minors.

So the future Female groom and bride had to wait a few months before to be officially united under the law. The wedding date was chosen to be the very first day following the bride's 18th birthday.

The three guests were taken to their bedroom and were told that they could use all the facilities and call upon the estate's staff whenever they needed. The bride was to be prepared in the evening and in the morning of the next day for the ceremony scheduled for the afternoon. The spouses-to-be were not to see each other until then.

Himiltrude readily let herself be transformed to the taste of her groom as was the custom in the Queendom. And Liutgard had requested the thorough shaving of her bride's head with a very sharp razor blade except for the top center where the hair was to be kept. So the bride was bald-headed except for a thick braid of ginger hair that was going down to her bottom, just like an extra-long pony tail. The braid would be set to remain up above the scalp and then curved down behind the head and would be adorned with white bows in the morning of the wedding day.

The servant girls proceeded next to remove any other hair that could be left on any part of Himiltrude's body, even her eyebrows, according to Liutgard's instructions. The next task was to pierce her pristine clitoris to receive the diamond wedding ring the next day. The same procedure was done on Liutgard's clitoris to receive her third ring. Indeed it was considered in the Queendom that the wedding ring should be worn on the most intimate part of the Female's body as a more representative symbol of the union between spouses. The procedure went without any major problem despite some inevitable pain that would however be forgotten on the Big Day.

Finally, the servants had the young woman try on her bridal gown. It was a one-piece floor-length light white see-through veil that was to cover her entire pale naked body, including her head and face. An opening was made on top of the gown to let the long braid of hair fall down behind outside and two other openings for the hands.

At last, the bride was let free for the evening and night. She would be bathed the next day before her morning prayer to the Goddess. Her mothers told her to get to bed early as the next day was going to be not only memorable but certainly tiring. She readily obeyed as a good daughter but had some trouble getting asleep given all the anticipation that she was experiencing.

***

Early the next morning, the two devout ladies woke up their no less devout daughter and took her to the estate chapel for the prayer, making sure that they would not meet Liutgard there. The windowless high-ceiling room was exquisitely decorated with plush dark blue curtains covering all the walls and a thick white carpet covering the floor. Ten huge candelabras were permanently lit, and incense was filling the air. At one end of the room an alcove was housing the standard idol representing Gynea's vagina. This representation was widespread throughout the Queendom, although the quality and price of the idols varied with the wealth of the worshippers. Given the enormous financial means of Liutgard, the estate idol was six feet high and made of the highest grade of jade, with pure gold clitoris and labia.

The three worshippers were rid of their night gowns by a servant and lied down naked on the carpet face down with their arms extending forward. In unison, they began their oration, recited aloud, that lasted for an hour. They first said a prayer of thanksgiving to the Goddess for the blessing which She had granted to Himiltrude and her parents and then dared to implore Her to provide happiness to the bride and see that she be a faithful and obedient wife for the happiness of her spouse. Their prayers were interspersed with gregorian-like chants.

At the end of their worship, they went to their private bathroom for their morning ablutions, after which they had their breakfast. Himiltrude tried to hide her great nervousness but could not fool her parents, who did their best to calm her down. There were still two hours to be spent before the wedding ceremony that was to take place outside in the large garden. The hundreds of guests, arriving in their carriages drawn by two or four black human horses, were beginning to gather on the lawn. Tents had been set beside the estate's stable given the high number of additional horses gathered there for the occasion.

About an hour later, two servants came to take the bride and her parents to a room close to the patio door for her preparation. The two mothers could hear the soft music playing outside; they were unable to hide their tears when they saw their beloved daughter wearing her bridal gown, ready to be led outside. Liutgard was walked by the hands by her two wives to one side of a large and thick round mattress covered with a white satin sheet that had been set on the ground. White bows had been installed at regular intervals around the mattress.

Similarly, Himiltrude was taken by her two mothers to meet her Female groom and to pay her respects to the Priestess-Governess of the province, a close friend of Liutgard, who had arrived a few minutes before in her sedan chair carried by four tall and athletic eunuch horses. Everyone present then bowed to her.

The pristine beauty of Himiltrude made the admiration of all attending. Liutgard was imperial with her haughty allure, also wearing the same white see-through bridal gown that covered her entire body and head. The crowd was eager to see the ceremony begin. The two women went to stand before the Priestess-Governess, who was officiating.

Liutgard looked at her bride with lusty eyes and Himiltrude was adorable when she shyly blushed, her eyes down. The officer then began to pronounce the usual ritual address to the future spouses and witnessed the exchange of vows on behalf of the Goddess. The Queendom marriage legislation provided custom made vows adapted to the foreseen sexual lifestyle of the couple. Liutgard pledged to cherish her new wife, to take good care of her and to tender to all her material and sexual needs, primarily her need to submit. Himiltrude, for her part, promised to always be a faithful, obedient and submissive spouse.

Not far from the wedding officer was the special seat that was commonly used in those special circumstances. The seat, which was similar to a reclining gynecological examination chair, had plush dark blue upholstery and two leg holders.




The Planet of Females Pt. 01



Liutgard was to be the first new spouse to use it. The guests close to that spot were jostling to have a good view. Her two wives took her by the hands, raised her bridal gown to expose her naked lower body and helped her to sit, with her legs wide apart resting on the holders. Then Himiltrude's mothers helped her to kneel down in front of the chair and handed her an exquisite gold box containing the diamond wedding ring. Not only the ring was adorned with an exquisite diamond but it had been skillfully crafted in such a way that it was not completely closed. There was a short free space showing on each side very little soldered gold beads; with that free space, the ring could be put easily in the hole pierced for that purpose on the clitoris. Liutgard's vagina was gaping and ready; her clitoris was already adorned with the two rings installed years ago by her two wives. A third hole had been pierced to receive the third ring. Himiltrude took the ring and, with somewhat shaking hands, inserted it in the hole, and then put a gentle kiss on the ringed clitoris.

Liutgard stood up to let her new spouse take her place on the chair. With the help of her two mothers who also raised her gown and made her long braid of hair hang down behind the seat, Himiltrude sat on the chair and put her long, slender legs on the holders. A low roar came out of the crowd in awe of the sight of the beautiful new wife exposed so blatantly for everyone to admire. Liutgard, squatting between her spouse's spread thighs, opened the golden case holding the wedding ring and gently inserted it in the hole that had been pierced in her virgin clitoris. Everyone close by could sense the low-pitch moan that Himiltrude uttered at that moment. Some guessed that she was elated to have become a married woman. Liutgard in turn deposited a gentle kiss on her new wife's clitoris adorning the diamond ring.

The two newlyweds then exchanged a long French kiss in front of everyone after having been undressed by servants, and the whole audience could see their stark naked bodies. The older women in the crowd were envying Liutgard, who now owned such a delicious slim young woman. The guests swiftly gathered all around the white mattress lying on the grass, some being disappointed to be too far. Liutgard took Himiltrude by the hand and lead her to the center of the mattress to perform the ritual public lovemaking.

Right away, Liutgard grabbed her new wife's long ginger pony tail by the end and pulled on it to let her know that she wanted to drive her pet. Himiltrude obediently obliged, beginning to move on all four on the mattress. Every once in a while, Liutgard would make her stop so that she could squat and caress her body all over feverishly. After which she would stand in front of Himiltrude and say "Kiss my toes, you lovely little wife." An order which the young wife would obey respectfully, giving light kisses on her dominant older spouse's toes until told to stop.

They spent more than one hour playing on the mattress in front of the many guests, while naked eunuch and female servants were passing among them to offer wine and bites of exquisite food. The people were really enjoying the show of vagina and rectum worship, hot kissing, along with the loud moans and groans of the two newlyweds while drinking and eating. Bursts of cheer would show the appreciation of the crowd and encourage them to pursue their sexual endeavor with more kink. At one time, Liutgard's two other wives joined the couple on the mattress and played all kinds of roles in a lewd orgy. Many women, married and single, were now indulging in sex plays all around the large lawn. It was a complete celebration of lesbian sex.

Watching that, surrounded by her entourage of acolytes and servants, the Priestess-Governess, named Pompea, was most excited. She ordered someone to go ask Liutgard to come and see her. The newlywed soon arrived and bowed to her clergy friend.

"Dear Liutgard, you presented an exquisite performance, so much that I am all wet now," said the Priestess-Governess. "You told me not long ago about your oval seat. I was wondering if I could use it with your two older wives."

"Certainly, Most Reverend Pompea, the seat is inside," Liutgard readily accepted, well aware that the wishes of the Priestess-Governess were to be satisfied. "I will ask a servant to show you the way while you are being carried in your sedan car."

"Thank you, dear Liutgard. By the way, your new young wife is adorable," Pompea commented. "I know, with all your skill, that you will enhance her submissiveness. You might also consider having her bred; as you likely know, two weeks ago the Ministry of Population issued an official public notice authorizing population growth in our province."

"Your advice does not fall on deaf ears, Most Reverend Pompea," Liutgard promptly replied while holding Himiltrude with her long braid sitting at her feet.

"As you know, I gladly contributed to the demographic expansion of the Queendom in the past," Liutgard added. "I don't remember much my first child that I had with Fredegond years ago, a male unfortunately, who must be a slave or a horse somewhere. We sent him away when he was two months old. Fredegond was sad, saying that it had been a wasted pregnancy. But I do remember a lot more my daughter Gonatrude, who was born from the breeding of Isoldine. She made our pride when she had been chosen as a toy for our Divine Goddess three years ago, as you certainly remember. We had been notified by a member of your staff that she had been transferred from Gynepolis to your temple. I would be happy to contribute again to the well-being of the Queendom."

"Oh... Talking about Gonatrude... I commented about her in good terms not too long ago when I was in Gynepolis for a session of the Sacerdotal Senate," the Most Reverend Pompea mentioned. "Her great piety and devotion make her stand out. And given that she comes from a noble family, she can be admitted to the low clergy. I have been told that she will be promoted as a contemplative worshipper as soon as there is a vacancy in the Great Temple in Gynepolis."

"Oh, my Goddess! I am so happy!" Liutgard exclaimed with great pride. "Isoldine will be very glad to hear the good news!"

"This gives me the opportunity to offer you a gift, Most Reverend Pompea," Liutgard added. "I will ask our cabinetmaker to build an oval seat to your specifications and have it delivered to your temple. This will be our thanksgiving for such good news."

"Mmmmmmmm... Yessss. I love that when one of my subjects anticipates my expectations like you do," the Priestess-Governess reacted. "By the way, please take your beloved Himiltrude with you inside later on. I would like her to sit on the oval seat and be serviced while I watch and masturbate."

"Mmmmmmmm... yes, Most Reverend Pompea, certainly. I will let you enjoy the seat first and meet you in the room later."

The Priestess-Governess was carried by her four strong black eunuchs to the castle in her sedan car with the other two wives of Liutgard - Fredegond and Isoldine - walking respectfully behind.

"Please undress me," she asked the two women once in the room. They immediately helped her remove her ceremonial dress and she appeared in all the glory of her 34 years slightly sagging huge breasts. The two women bowed their heads, not daring to have eye contact with her but had noticed that the Priestess-Governess had been marked with a large stylized G brand on her right buttock. In fact, each one of the twenty priestesses in the Queendom bore that mark.

"Now, help me make myself at ease on the seat. I am so horny!!"

They held Pompea's hands to help her climb the three steps and turn around to sit comfortably. The oval seat was a wide high wooden stool with a large seat pad, a medium-height reclining back and rounded armrests that were all upholstered in dark blue. The seat pad featured an oval opening large enough for a medium-sized woman to fit in it with her spread thighs bent up on her torso so that her whole bottom was protruding under the seat, exposing her intimate parts. Then the woman could put her arms comfortably on the armrests, avoiding that way to make any unnecessary effort.

Fredegond and Isoldine, already naked after the orgy on the mattress outside, knew what to do. After having removed the steps, they kneeled down on their cushions, one behind and one in front of the Priestess-Governess, under the seat and began to pleasure her. One was worshipping her rectum and the other, her vagina.

The two experienced Females of 57 and 61 years old were very skillful at licking, sucking and kissing, and they wouldn't stop until at least one climax would be reached. Soon enough, Pompea was shivering with excitement; her loud moans and whimpers were filling the room. Being very vocal, she expressed her contentment with emphasis, asking them to continue worshipping her private parts.

At the time when the Priestess-Governess was experiencing her third and last - the most intense - orgasm, Liutgard was entering the room with her young sub wife and her two mothers. She was still holding Himiltrude by her long braid, keeping her moving on all four slightly behind her. The young newlywed was so utterly submissive that, on her own initiative, she was kissing the ground where her dominant wife had walked. Liutgard was highly satisfied with her trophy subservient young wife.

The Priestess-Governess extracted herself from the oval seat with the help of her two pleasure-givers and came to meet Liutgard and her bitch. The sight of the two women caused a sudden resurgence of lust in her. She stopped in front of Himiltrude, who immediately proceeded to kiss her toes to show her respect and devotion for the high-ranked provincial clergywoman. The latter was pleased and aroused. She bent down, took the braid of hair with one hand and forced the young woman to raise her head and look at her and, with her other hand, she collected as much fluid as possible from her vagina and spread it over her smooth, glistening scalp around the braid as well as over her face. The women present could hear Himiltrude utter a soft moan of lust.

Himiltrude's mothers were very impressed to be in the presence of the Priestess-Governess in a private setting. And they were proud of their daughter's behavior.

"Mmmmmmmm... You had an excellent idea..." the Priestess-Governess told Liutgard. "Styling her beautiful long hair the way you did is wonderful. You are a great trainer and explorer of kink. This is one of the many ways we can please the Goddess. I will bring that to the Worship Committee of the Sacerdotal Senate. Who knows, that hairstyle might become trendy in the Queendom."

Liutgard blushed with contentment and pride.

"Now let's make her experiment the oval seat," the Priestess-Governess told Liutgard. "We will let your two skillful older wives pleasure the young newlywed as they have done with me while you and I drink some wine on the large couch over there. It should be a nice show. And you, dear mothers of that wonderful newlywed, you can join us."

"Yes, it will be a nice show indeed, Most Reverend Pompea," Liutgard acknowledged before giving a gentle respectful kiss on her distinguished guest's right hand and ordering a servant to bring some wine and four glasses.

Himiltrude's mothers sat naked on the couch at a respectful distance from Pompea and Liutgard. Still deeply in love with each other, they cuddled amorously, eager to see their daughter be pleasured.

Fredegond and Isoldine helped Himiltrude climb on the seat and make herself comfortable. It took a little bit of time given that the young woman had never used that kind of implement before. Her two co-wives then slowly began servicing her vagina and anus, knowing how to tease her just enough. They were so skillful at maintaining expectation that Himiltrude soon began to beg them to make her orgasm. They certainly did not satisfy her wish so quickly. They wanted her to continue begging, to moan and to whimper with lust.

"Is this a wine from the Gappa Valley, dear Liutgard? It's exquisite," the Priestess-Governess complimented. The fact that the two women could talk about casual subjects even in the middle of a torrid sex session betrayed their long experience.

"Yes, Most Reverend Pompea, that bottle comes from our reserve; it has been kept for more than nine years," Liutgard explained.

Then the Priestess-Governess abruptly went on another interesting subject, while everyone present could hear Himiltrude express her pleasure: "Once again, I have to congratulate you for having found such a delicious young wife. She seems to be a natural submissive. I have no doubt that you will be able to extend her limits quite far."

"Yes, Most Reverend Pompea, I am quite impressed by her proactive subservient attitude," Liutgard replied. "Besides, her parents here told me that she is a very devout worshipper of the Goddess. Apparently, she does not limit herself to the mandatory one-hour adoration period in the morning. They have seen her many times in the chapel in the evening, and even worshipping through the night. Is that right, ladies?"

"Yes, dear Liutgard," one of the mothers answered. "She's so pious. She's a great source of satisfaction for us."

"Oh... This is music to my ears," Liutgard's guest reacted. "Obviously, her prayers have been heard by the Goddess as she could not have been given to a more appropriate wife and teacher than you, my dear friend."

Liutgard blushed at the compliment before continuing: "I will endeavor to make my new wife's submissive inclination blossom and thrive for the glory of our Divine Goddess."

By that time, Himiltrude had had three violent orgasms. Her long shapely legs were dangling in front of the oval seat; she was in a state of delicious exhaustion.

"Most Reverend Pompea, I will certainly follow your advice about having my new wife bred. I dream of having produce beautiful Females who will worship the Goddess, or perhaps male slaves who could become gladiators for Her pleasure," Liutgard confessed.

"It only depends on you to make that dream become reality, dear Liutgard," Pompea responded. "You can make Himiltrude your cow and have her deliver a baby every year. You can select the male breeders that meet the required physiological conditions. I assume that you would like her to be bred by tall, muscular specimens of our race endowed with long, wide-girthed penises and high stamina. You will enjoy seeing the first one take her virginity and deposit his semen into her. I will make sure that your selection of breeders gets a quick approval."

"Oh, thank you, Most Reverend Pompea! It will be at the top of my things to do in the following weeks," Liutgard exclaimed. 

"Mmmmmm... Yesss! We will make sure that her mothers attend her breeding..." said Pompea, a comment which made Himiltrude's parents shiver with pride and excitement.

"As our custom wants that newlyweds and their guests to stay awake through the wedding night, I kept a surprise in reserve for my little baby wife and also for you, Most Reverend Pompea and you ladies," Liutgard said with a wicked grin. "If you like, we will go to the dungeon. We will be only seven of us there: you, my three wives, Himiltrude's mothers and I," Liutgard told Pompea. "I will have a guard stand at the dungeon door to prevent anyone else from disturbing us. In your capacity of high-ranked representative of the Goddess, you might take that opportunity to assess the degree of obedience of my young wife to the divine Commandments and ask her for suggestions on how to expand her limits." 

"The two mothers sure will hope that their daughter passes the test; so far she has shown great aptitudes. She might make us discover new perspectives but whatever happens, she will remember her wedding night all her life," the Priestess-Governess commented.

The seven women went toward the castle's dungeon, with the young newlywed lead again on all four by her long braid of ginger hair. When they entered the large dark round room, the Priestess-Governess, Himiltrude and her mothers were impressed by the atmosphere of richness and seclusion produced by the sound-muffling thick dark red drapes that were covering the stone walls from the 20-feet high ceiling down to the floor. High candelabras were lit as well as incense burners. At the center of the floor was a round pit about two feet deep, and above it was a long rope and a pulley system that could be adjusted for the appropriate height. A large alcove made in the round wall was housing various items, such as hooks, ropes, whips and bars. The rest of the room was surrounded by a round bench covered with thick soft dark red velvet cushions where about ten people could sit and lean back.

The women sat, and Liutgard had Himiltrude sit at her feet. The young woman then put her bald head on her wife's knees. While caressing Himiltrude's head and long braid, Liutgard told her other wife Isoldine that she would be entertaining them and gave her instructions to the eunuch.

Isoldine docilely stood up and went into the pit, raised her hands up above her head and let the eunuch tie her wrists tightly. He then lifted her up with the pulley, tied a bar between her ankles to spread her legs and adjusted the height so that her toes would merely be touching the bottom of the pit.

Still caressing her new wife's head softly, Liutgard said: "Just watch, my beloved, you will be at Isoldine's place sometime in the future." Himiltrude reacted by raising her head, looked at Liutgard lovingly and brought her pouting lips forward to be kissed. They indulged in a brief French kiss.

Liutgard then snapped her fingers to the eunuch, who knew what it meant. He left the room and came back just a few minutes later with a gold box. The guests uttered light screams of astonishment when they saw a long, slender white snake raise its head out of the box when the eunuch opened it. They guessed that the animal must have been at least six feet long. The eunuch lowered the box and let the snake crawl down in the pit.

"Don't be afraid, ladies," Liutgard said. "That snake is harmless. It's an albinos burrowing snake that was offered to me by one of my cousins when she was back from a trip in the last province that the Queendom had conquered."

Having the absolute attention of all present, Liutgard carried on: "Her name is Sheba. It's a female. She has had a long training to become a pleasure-giver, and if I were an anthropomorphist, I would say that she's rather naughty..." she said with a horny smile. 

"Oh, my Goddess! It's downright fascinating," the Priestess-Governess exclaimed. "I can't wait to see what will happen!"

"My submissive Isoldine loves if when Sheba 'visits' her, especially when the snake tries to explore her gaping vagina with its head. Sometimes, she also tries to French kiss with Sheba after seducing her."

"Oh, my Goddess!! You are such a kinkster! I love you!" the Priestess-Governess exclaimed, fingering herself lasciviously. "Does Isoldine succeed?"

"Please, Most Reverend Pompea, come with me so you can see closer the answer to your question," said Liutgard while taking the Priestess-Governess by one hand and leading her down the pit. Himiltrude then cuddled up with one of her naked mothers on the bench, eager to see what would follow.

Sheba soon was slowly crawling up one leg of the hoisted woman in a twisting motion, keeping a strong hold. The two women proceeded to caress Isoldine all over. Liutgard was holding Isoldine's buttocks spread wide and sucking her anus when she saw the snake moving up close on her wife's back. Meanwhile, Pompea was working her way up a thigh with her hand and reached the young woman's labia and pinched them hard.

Moaning lightly, Isoldine soon hissed, smacking her lips and moving her tongue in and out to attract Sheba. As usual, the snake reacted promptly, crawling up on the woman's left shoulder, and straightened up her head and front body horizontally then turned 180 degrees to face Isoldine, who continued her hissing and lip smacking more subtly. Sheba was solidly fixed to her lover, her long body curled in several rows around the woman's neck, making her a living collar. She began to move her head back and forth horizontally, gradually approaching the woman's open lips. Pompea and Liutgard wisely let the two alone and went back to their seats. Himiltrude immediately moved to cuddle up with Liutgard to enjoy the show.




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Isoldine put her mouth forward and soon began sucking on Sheba's darting forked tongue to initiate a lustful play similar to French kissing. This went on for long minutes.

The audience was in awe and lust, all women fingering themselves in unison.

Then Isoldine opened her mouth wide, which prompted Sheba to push her powerful lean head inside, making steady progress. The woman, trying to accommodate as much of the snake's head as she could, was hungrily sucking on it, drooling abundantly.

Pompea almost fainted with lust, experiencing a violent orgasm. Liutgard and Himiltrude, for their part, were French kissing hotly, unable to refrain their horniness.

"Mmmmmmm... you are exemplary Female worshippers of Goddess Gynea! Isoldine is such an extreme submissive masochist! Your behavior is to be commended!" Pompea uttered in a voice filled with lust. "I can't wait to see your young indulge in your endless perversions."

"Yes, Most Reverend Pompea, you will have an overview tonight," Liutgard replied, before snapping her fingers to order some other wine. "I can't wait to have her bred, at your suggestion. My dream would be that she be pregnant as often as possible. It will be so erotic to see my frail, slender and delicate wife adorn a large protruding belly, especially in the last months of pregnancy!"

During this time, the eunuch was freeing Isoldine. He left Sheba wander around freely in the dungeon.

"Please, young lady, tell me... After seeing Isoldine fornicate with Sheba, would you like to imitate her some day?" Pompea inquired to Himiltrude.

"Ohhhhh... Yessss... Most Reverend Priestess-Governess!" Himiltrude replied right away.

"Yes, but would you have suggestions on anything that could be added that scene in order to increase the pleasure of your wife?" Pompea continued.

"Mmmmmmm... Yes, Most Reverend Priestess-Governess... That crossed my mind when I saw Isoldine and her Sheba... I would ask to have all my teeth removed so that I could take more of Sheba's head in my mouth, giving her more space, knowing that this would be more pleasurable to my beloved wife," Himiltrude answered before looking at Liutgard with half-ingenuous, half-horny eyes, while Sheba was smelling her feet with darts of her forked tongue.

"Oh, my Goddess!!" Liutgard sighed loudly, beginning to masturbate. "You are an absolute slutty wife!! Just put your finger on my clitoris, and I will orgasm right away thanks to your utter lewdness. I love you!!"

All the while Himiltrude's mothers were flooded by an immense pride for their daughter.

End of part I



The Plans



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So now we are feeling a connection for sure and we start to undress each other. It was very slow and then very fast but we did not rip our clothes off. I then take you to my bedroom and I immediately decide that I must pleasure you. So my hands are all over your manhood and I start to rub and massage it in my hand. I slowly and carefully put it in my hand and I go back and forth with it. I take your balls which are very fleshy and I decide I might want to suck on them a bit. So one by one I take them out and I carefully suck them as well. Now I decide that I must put your hard and sexy cock into my mouth. mmmmmmmm so hard and so yummy. I begin to suck on it very slowly. My tongue plays with top of your hole and I stick my tongue all around it and slowly suck some of the pre-cum out of it. So very nice and so sexy.

I then kiss and lick your shaft and it is very hot time. But I am feeling wet myself and decide to finger myself as I pleasure you but then we decide to just do 69. Your mouth and tongue are now in my wet and throbbing pussy and your tongue is all over my clit and it is so hot and wet and I am so turned on, You are now tonguing my vagina walls and it feels so good and I am so turned on. My pussy is so wet and my pussy juices are flowing and I am screaming and moaning and I am about to have an orgasm and I am sucking on your cock and you are very turned on as well.

We decide we can't take it and decide we must make love now. So we start out me lying on my back and your mouth is all over my breasts. You are feeling me everywhere and you put your mouth on my very erect nipples and nibble a bit and your hand is on the other one. One of your fingers is in my pussy and I am so ready to have sex now. So you put your cock in to my pussy and we start to make love. We are both going at it awhile and then I put my legs up and you start the thrash your cock into me. We are both so turned on and are having a great time.

We then decide that I will get on my knees and you will come in that way. You start to pump and hold onto my ass and I am going fast into your very hard cock. mmmmmm we are having such a hot and wild time. Well we just can't take anymore and we both cum. It was a very hot and wild time.

We both get dressed and you tell me you will have the plans ready in a week and you will call me when they are ready.....



The Plant



Kate stood at the edge of a clearing in disbelief at what she saw. 'Am I imagining that enormous flower? Has the sun gotten to me or maybe it was all the Mia Tia's I've had today?' she thought. She had wandered off the scenic trail a mile or so back but wasn't sure what made her do that, since she had seen that missing person's flyer about Julie Metcalf, a young woman who'd disappeared just over a month ago. Kate pondered the possibility that Julie may have done the same thing and met with foul play. Like Kate, she had come with her friends to this tropical singles resort with hopes of hooking up with a hot guy or two...or three. Kate didn't care much for the jungle though, it was too hot and it smelled like wet rotting leaves but there was that wonderful aroma. It was sweet and seductive and it made her horny for some reason. She had followed her nose to find the source but seemed to have gotten lost in the process, and now she's looking upon an amazing sight; an orchid, or so she thought, whose pedals stretched over the ground nearly four feet in all directions from its center. 

"That's one big flower," she said out loud.

The plant was in the shade of a huge tree that sat at the far side of the clearing. The lengthening shadows of the afternoon had placed the flower itself in the dappled light filtering down through the trees' broad branches. The center of the flower was raised a foot or two above the ground similar to a narrow park bench with a slight up turn like a saddle at the base where it met the stem. A line of raised bumps ran along the center of this curved section; a chain of velvety pearls embedded in the seat. The snow white petals draped down onto the soft grass like fine linen sheets. Kate thought it looked like a giant butterfly waiting to take flight. The stem itself was two feet in diameter and had a thin split running from the base of the up turned end to where the 'pearls' began. 

The breeze then shifted, bathing Kate in coolness and the powerful fragrance of the huge flower. Her nipples went erect and her pussy began to tingle with the onslaught of the plants seductive perfume. She was lured closer and the closer she got the stronger the smell became. Her body felt hot...too hot for the skimpy bikini she was wearing. She tugged at the strings of her suit and it fell at her feet as she stepped out of her sandals. Kate's hands went to her natural C cup breasts and began to roll her aching nipples between her fingers. She could feel that familiar nagging itch deep in her loins begging to be scratched. From her moist valley, a river of juice started to run freely down her legs as she stepped ever closer to the huge plant.

Kate stepped onto one of the soft spongy petals then straddled the 'bench', settling her round ass against the up turned end. Her clit was protruding from its hood and came to rest on the firm string of pearls. She rocked forward and back grinding her swollen clit on the bumpy ridge. She ran her hands and legs over the velvety surface of the bench as she laid her body down, feeling it conform to her gentle curves.

The intoxicating scent filling her nostrils clouded her mind and focused her highly sensitive sexual organs on one goal; orgasm. Kate was so caught up in her own pleasure that she didn't notice the fleshy half inch thick petals closing up around her. The lower two came in contact with her back just above her waist and covered the entire lower half of her body except a small area from the crack of her ass to her pussy. The other two covered her arms and the remainder of her body leaving her head exposed. The more she bucked the tighter it closed until she wasn't able to move at all. The plants embrace was such that Kate looked like she was in a balloon with all the air removed. She appeared to be a part of the flower now. Her head was still free to move and she flung it side to side in frustration as the orgasm she was chasing eluded her.

When Kate finally was motionless, catching her breath, the split in the 'saddle' opened, spreading her ass cheeks and exposing her drooling sex. Inside the opening was a pool of thick syrupy nectar. Rising from the viscous fluid came a vine like appendage that was an inch in diameter with a line of short rubbery fingers hanging from the under side like miniature ice cycles. Eight inches from the tapered tip was the first of two bulging rings set about and inch apart. The appendage arched upward and moved toward Kate's gaping pussy. She would thrust her hips in an attempt to stimulate her clit and the phallic vine would stop, as if waiting for submission. 

As the tip of the plants' sexual organ touched Kate's moist opening, she moaned in lustful desire. The plants 'cock' thrust into her dripping hole and as the 'fingers' drug across her throbbing clit, she went wild. When the first ring entered her, the phallic vine stopped and enlarged to fill her completely. The ring still outside Kate's clenching pussy began to swell and soon was so large it couldn't enter her. The plant withdrew then began to thrust in and out with mechanical efficiency. In seconds Kate exploded in orgasm. The phallus buried itself in her quivering pussy with the outer ring pressed tight to her opening. It began to vibrate rapidly inside her, heightening the pleasure she was feeling. When she finally began to relax, the plant withdrew leaving just the tip inside. Suddenly it flooded her pussy with its thick nectar pumping nearly a quart into her. It gushed out around the phallus and ran back into the pool. Again it plunged into her with its methodical rhythm bringing Kate to orgasm once more, and once more it filled her womb with nectar.

The plant kept Kate on an orgasmic roller coaster for more than an hour then on her last blissful release; the cocks' inner ring swelled and locked itself in place before filling her depths with its sticky liquid. It pulsed inside her for several minutes giving Kate mind blowing pleasure then swelled suddenly before shrinking away to its previous dimensions. It withdrew very slowly from her aching pussy and disappeared back into the pool but very little of its fluids trickled out of her this time. Kate passed out from exhaustion still in the plants embrace.

It was after dark when Kate finally awoke to the sounds of insects and tree frogs calling. She was disoriented but she felt refreshed and satisfied. She staggered back from the plant and even in the moon light she could see the petals were flushed a deep crimson and she could no longer smell its sweet scent. It was then she noticed her body encased in a skin tight cocoon similar to the surface of the plants petals everywhere they had touched her body, but that wasn't all. Her body itself had changed. Her legs were firmer, her ass tighter and her belly; wash board flat. Kate's modest C cup breasts had grown to large D's, her once shoulder length jet black hair now fell below her butt in silky waves and her finger nails were long and pointed with a green metallic sheen to them. 

"What's happened to me?" she cried pulling at her new shimmering white second skin that appeared to be glued on.

Kate's clit had also grown to larger than normal proportions and her knees nearly buckled when her velvety hand touched that most sensitive spot. It was as big around as her little finger and stuck out an inch from its hood. Her pussy lips were different too; they were hairless and sealed shut by the syrupy substance the plant had shot into her. 

Kate was frantic. She needed to return to the resort to get help with her...problem. Kate headed back the way she had come, disappearing into the foliage unaware of the walnut sized passenger she carried deep in her womb or how her life would be changed. The velveteen covering on her body was impervious to the clinging vines and sharp thorns she had encountered earlier. The jungle seemed to part before her as she went allowing her to make quick progress. It wasn't long before she could see the light from the Tiki torches that lined the scenic path she had left hours ago. There was a group of guests on the path running and laughing as they headed toward the resort followed by one lone intoxicated young man. 

Kate was about to call out to them when she was hit by an overwhelming scent coming from their direction that filled her with an animalistic lust. She watched as the drunken man sat on one of the benches beside the path then made her way toward him. The closer she got the stronger the musky odor became. Her nipples ached and her pussy yearned to be penetrated. She stepped out of the foliage and in front of the groggy blonde haired man. He squinted trying to focus on the beautiful woman before him.

"Hey babe," he slurred, "I like your costume. Did you paint it on?"

He laughed as Kate silently starred at him. He wore a red t-shirt with his college logo and several beer stains on it, a pair of multi colored board shorts and sandals. He had a plastic crown on his head, a dozen strings of beads around his neck and his face was smeared with lipstick from at least a half dozen women.

"It's my birthday and you need to give me a kiss...cuz it's...my birthday," he said trying to sit up straight. 

Kate stepped closer.

"C'mon...give old Tom a kiss," he opened his arms wide to embrace her but they dropped to his sides as if made of lead.

Kate pressed her lips to his. Her right hand went to his chest while her left closed on his semi hard cock in his shorts. The feel of his thick penis made her tremble with need. She needed his cum. She tore his shirt off like it was made of paper then grabbed his shorts, yanking them off and sending his sandals flying.

"You're into the rough stuff," Tom said with a belch, "I'm down with that."

Kate straddled him pressing her body to his as she ground her erect clit into his pelvis. The millions of microscopic hairs making up the new surface of her skin delivered their minute amount of organic stimulant to the unsuspecting Tom. It rushed to his brain in seconds causing his body to produce testosterone and sperm at a phenomenal rate. His cock became instantly hard and his balls began to swell with the massive amount of cum being produced. Kate stabbed her tongue into his mouth, kissing him hungrily as she squirmed on top of him in orgasmic bliss. The large amount of pre cum smeared onto her sealed vaginal lips dissolved the solidified nectar and allowed Tom's cock to enter her convulsing pussy. As it went deeper, his cock pushed through the warm viscous fluid still inside her. He thrust at her wildly trying to relieve the pressure in his aching balls. 

Kate's pussy was contracting rhythmically with her ongoing orgasm, pulling at Tom's throbbing penis. He didn't last long in his current state and began to shoot his cum deep into her pussy. Kate's orgasm intensified and she could feel her pussy milking his cock for every drop of semen. He pumped a pint of his thick seed into her before he was finished and as his last spasm subsided, he slumped back onto the bench. Kate continued to tremble a few minutes longer on Tom's limp body; his cock still buried in her tight hole. 

"Oh my GOD I came so hard," Kate panted, "That was amazing. I thought I was gonna..."

Kate looked into his lifeless starring eyes and realized what had happened. She quickly stood up and backed away. Long strands of thickening nectar hung between her and Tom's body. She looked down at herself and could see crimson where ever her body had touched his. At first she thought it was blood but there was none on Tom. Fear took over and she ran toward the resort.

When Kate reached her room she realized her key was back with her bikini in the jungle. She searched for a way in and found she had left the bathroom window open. She pried off the screen and climbed through the opening. She paced back and forth in front of the bed trying to decide what to do. Kate finally sat at the foot of the bed with her head in her hands crying.

"What am I gonna do?" she sobbed.

Fatigue began to take its toll and she looked at the digital clock on the night stand. It read 3:12 am June 4th. Her eyes felt very heavy and her stomach bothered her so she decided to wait until morning to tell her story to the authorities. Kate curled herself into a fetal position in the middle of the bed and drifted off to sleep.

A stabbing pain in her abdomen caused Kate to sit up in bed. It felt like a knife was in her guts slowly turning. Her hands went to her belly and she noticed it was bulging like she had drunk too much. The pain came in waves, radiating from her abdomen outward. 

"Oh GOD it hurts!" she cried as another wave washed over her.

Kate stood up and got some relief but she felt dizzy. She grabbed the nightstand for support. The clock read 2:37 am June 5th. 'Could that be right?' she wondered, 'was I asleep a whole day?' Another wave shot through her and she went to the front door to find help.

Once outside she was drawn toward the path that led back to where she had left Tom. Her mind was telling her to go to the main office but she staggered down the scenic walk way instead. She reached a line of yellow and black tape surrounding the bench where she and Tom had fucked then continued on for another hundred yards or so. The pain was now a dull throb inside her as she left the trail. Kate was in a daze wondering deeper and deeper into the jungle. All rational thought had left her and now some unknown force was keeping her going.

Kate entered a small clearing by a swift running stream. She collapsed to her knees by the huge stump of a tree that had fallen long ago. She placed her back against it with her legs out stretched to rest. She sat there for a few minutes then she felt something at her pussy move. She looked down and saw a slim green snake slither from beneath her then another. She was terrified thinking she had sat on a nest of snakes. She tried to move but her body wouldn't respond. A third appeared and coiled around her erect clit.

A sudden rush of pleasure engulfed Kate. It was then she noticed that they weren't snakes at all but vines or tendrils and they were coming from inside her vagina. The tendril that attached itself to her clit squeezed then released her inflamed organ with a slow steady cadence. Kate orgasmed violently and her contractions pushed the swollen object that was inside her toward the opening of her pussy. Soon a long green cucumber looking object protruded from her body about six inches. It was covered with a dozen tiny flailing tendrils. The next orgasm forced the bulbous head out which the three large tendrils were attached to. 

The seed she had been carrying was now ready for the next stage of its life. The small tendrils burrowed into the ground causing it to stand upright. It slowly sank into the fetal soil until only the head and the three large tendrils remained visible. Kate was in shock and in total bliss from the ongoing ecstasy she was receiving. Now her contractions were forcing the remnants of the nectar from the parent plant to spill out onto the ground around the seed. Her body was numb from exhaustion when the other two tendrils pierced the skin of her inner thighs, working their way inside and began to draw nutrients from her. In time even her bones would be consumed leaving no trace of her. Kate's body made one final jerk before her life slipped away. 

Tammy Metcalf arrived on the island a week ago to check out the resort her sister Julie had disappeared from three months earlier. She had visited the local police to get any information she could but the investigating officer wasn't much help. When she went to the newspaper, she found a story of three missing women, including her sister, that all disappeared from the resort in one of the back issues. In another was a story about a young man who died and two others in a coma for reasons unknown, corresponding to the dates the women had went missing. The men were also guests of the resort. Tammy returned to the police station with what she had found. The officer began to question her intently about Julie because her DNA was found at the scene of Tom Keller's death mixed with Kate Turner's. 

"How is that possible?" Tammy asked, "Julie went missing about a month before his death and Miss Turner's disappearance." 

"You tell me. Are you sure she's really missing? Has she done this kind of thing before? Just went off and didn't come back for a while?" the officer inquired.

Tammy left the police station very distraught at the detectives' insinuations that her sister played a part in Tom Keller's death. She decided to visit the place where he had died. After stopping at the bench for several minutes, she walked further down the path following it for a short distance before heading into the jungle.

It wasn't long before Tammy stood in a small clearing by a swift running stream. She was drawn there by the seductive aroma coming from an enormous white flower sprouting from beside the stump of an old fallen tree. She began to remove her clothing as she moved closer. 

The End?



The Plant Girl



September 2005

Norwich Boultwood looked at the clock. Quarter to three. 

He leaned back in his chair. It was time to go. God, he'd been looking forward to this all week. 

Beneath his Brooks Brothers twill trousers, Norwich's cock squirmed miserably, yet excitedly in the chastity tube.

It was almost time! It had been a week since Willy had been out, bouncing around happily in Lady Haley's teasing fingers, and 105 days since he'd been allowed to have a "Squirtie". God, that had been incredible. 

Sure, Norwich had had to jerk off while bent over, and Lady Haley's black friend DeAndre had been whipping Norrie's bare ass as the poor corporate raider had jerked off...

Ooh, it had been so hard to concentrate on wanking his poor dick when his bare butt was being thrashed intensely with a steel Spencer paddle, the holes in the damn thing allowing the thick steel to slam his butt harder and harder.

But that time he'd gone without a "squirt" for 239 days, and so he'd been able to focus long enough to release within Lady Haley's time limit

. Lady Haley had leaned back in her chair, laughing, as DeAndre had finished whipping the weeping submissive...because of course he'd continued the thrashing even after Norwich had cum, and then it was especially painful!

Norwich stood up now, his pants bunched up around his chastity device. Miss Pringle, his personal assistant, came in. 

"Mr. Boultwood, Havlik from Munich is on the line. He needs—" 

Norwich shook his head, and tried not to grit his teeth. "Remember, I have my massage appointment, Miss Pringle."

God, even Lola Pringle, fifty years old, looks hot after all these months without an orgasm, he thought. Miss Pringle nodded. 

She'd forgotten Mr. Boultwood's mysterious weekly massage appointment. He strangely always seemed even tenser after attending this thing, but it was religious with him. "

Yes sir. You'll be back by four-fifteen?" Norwich nodded briskly and hustled out the door, ignoring the rest of his staff.

Ten minutes later, Norwich jumped out of the cab in front of Miss Haley's demure brownstone on East 53rd Street, and jogged up the stairs.

He felt in his pocket to make sure he had her fee--$300 for weekly key holding and $700 for an hour of "maintenance"—and knocked on the door.

A moment later the door opened and Patrice, Miss Haley's voluptuous maid opened the door. 

Her short, bouncing platinum blonde curls shook as she laughed, seeing the blushing Norwich Boultwood. 

"Ah, Mr. Boultwood...good to see you here...hope you're feeling better." Norwich blushed hotly.

It was true, a week before, after an extensive session with Miss Haley, he'd begged Patrice to unlock his cuffs and allow him to jerk off...offered her money, in fact. 

Patrice had taken the money from Norwich's wallet, then left his cuffs on before locking Norwich up in his chastity tube and then alerting Miss Haley to Norwich's bribe...and she'd come in with the cat o' nine tails...ten painful minutes which he'd had to add to the session's costs!

Now Patrice wrinkled her nose at Norwich, who looked abashed.

"You have to learn that there's no limit to my loyalty." Patrice touched her tongue to her teeth. "I've been with Lady Haley for seven years now...but I donated your bribe to Habitat for Humanity." Norwich coughed. "That's wonderful."

Patrice led him in, and he watched her adorable derriere bounce in the short skirt as she led him to this week's "room" which was apparently going to be Lady Haley's schoolroom, complete with blackboards , child-sized desks and of course a pointer and bullwhip behind the teacher's desk.

He wondered if Lady Haley was going to tie him over the teacher's desk and thrash him, and then toy with his poor suffering cock for an hour, as she'd done the week before in the dungeon...

Oh it had been oh, so painfully teasing as she'd sped up and slowed down. he'd been so close to cumming when lock-up time came! That was why he'd done that silly bribe...but he had to admit...chastity was an adventure!

Patrice giggled again...19 year olds laugh so much! Norwich thought. 

"Now you have to strip, Mr. Boultwood, put your suit in the cloakroom." Norwich obeyed, flushing under the girl's eyes. 

"I see you polished your chastity tube...

Lady Haley is strict about that." Norwich remembered...the bullwhip had come out more than once when the tube was dirty or tarnished.

It was hell having a chastity device. He couldn't sleep in the same room with his wife anymore, or let her see him in anything but pajamas...it didn't matter. 

Norwich didn't have relations with his middle aged wife at all...he was absolutely in love with Lady Haley...she sent him pictures regularly of herself in various nighties and bikinis...

Poor Norwich had to satisfy himself by just staring at them while his poor cock struggled against the evil tube!

But then recently, Miss Haley had gotten her black servant DeAndre to meet Edwina, Norwich's wife, and had paid him to instigate an affair with Edwina, who Miss Haley frankly felt sorry for...

So now Edwina was having wild sex with DeAndre while poor Norwich was hopelessly locked in his cage! This more than emphasized Norwich's involuntary chastity...well it was voluntary, but Norwich couldn't believe it sometimes!

Norwich finished folding his clothes, feeling very white and naked under Patrice's amused glance, and got on his knees, to wait for Miss Haley. 

"No, wait, did you get all those hairs off your butt?" Patrice asked him skeptically. Norwich turned and showed her his buttocks.

He'd paid a hairdresser to bikini wax his rear end, because Miss Haley had been so annoyed with all the hairs on his butt...she and Patrice had taken turns ripping the hairs out with pincers one session while poor Norwich had screamed and screamed.

That had been a horrible session, she hadn't even teased him....oh the agony. Patrice looked at Norwich's sad eyes, and smiled sympathetically.

"Don't worry, baby...you look nice and hairless, and Miss Haley will be here in a minute...and she may just unlock you and give you a squirtie today...a nice orgasm...but I doubt it!" 

Norwich looked sadder...but after all, he was giving Miss Haley a thousand dollars, just like every week, and it might put her in a good mood.

Patrice laughed inwardly, reading Norwich's mind. Lady Haley had fifteen regular chastity customers who she unlocked today, as well as all the others.

Not quite thirty, Lady Haley was a millionaire, and unimpressed with individual clients...she probably wouldn't let poor Norwich cum til next June! And he'd keep paying her!!!!

HOW DID LADY HALEY GET TO BE SO DAMN POWERFUL? March 1979

Haley had become a successful femdom key holder in the most curious way...

Employed as a "plant maintenance technician" Haley really felt her life was on a downward spiral. 

What could be worse than going into law firms and corporate offices and watering plants for rich assholes who were too lazy to do it themselves? But Haley had had a difficult time...

Bastard child of a Vietnamese mother and drunken Army "military advisor" to Saigon...Haley, a foster care graduate had had a difficult upbringing, and had not done particularly well in the money department...

But then one day she felt her pony tail being tugged as she was bending over to pour fertilizer into an Executive Ficus Nitida Tree...

And she'd turned around and grinned at Copeland Smithers, the young corporation law associate who she'd been kinda flirting with for some time. "Want to do dinner?" he'd asked her, producing a bag of Chinese take-out.

Copeland was incredibly patient and a fabulous listener, Haley found, and gave her lots of great job-training contacts.

Sympathetic as he was, Haley also knew that Cope, like all other men, had that primary interest...

He always seemed to be working late when she came in to water the plants in his office, and there was usually a warm pizza or French food in a Styrofoam container...

Cope would massage Haley's shoulders and feet, and tell her how lovely she was. Although he was careful not to touch the large bumps under her Flor-Office shirt, Cope was staring at them constantly, and rubbing as much of her as he possibly could...without being too creepy. This was nice.

"I'd love to touch you back, Cope." Haley said one night, 

"But I feel like every time I get into a relationship with a guy, and he gets his hands on my butt and boobs, the friendship and the favors seem to go away...and I'm like, a whore to him."

Haley was frightened, because she didn't want to lose Cope's friendship.

All over the walls were signed pictures of Republican luminaries--he'd been a high school page intern for Ronald Reagan, and had worked for several Senators and Congressmen before going corporate...and he was a great guy, too...But Cope was smiling!

" I understand, Haley, and a big part of me wants to put my hands all over you, I must confess! But we guys, we're all octopuses...or octopi?"

They laughed together. "What about if you touched me but I COULDN'T touch you?"

Cope had kissed Haley's neck, and she'd thought about it. Haley had been unaware of it, but Cope had had experience, extensive, actually, in being tied down and teased by a woman.

Cope had had bondage fantasies going back to when he'd been a junior at Yale on a very good allowance, he'd spent much of it not on luring campus lovelies back to the five room house his father had rented for him, but instead on a call girl named Lucinda.

Luci had a cold demeanor, a mane of strawberry blonde hair tied in a bun, and full, pink luscious breasts usually wrapped in a snug satin top.

Copeland had had a number of different girls from a variety of services who'd visited him in his freshman and sophomore years before he'd met Lucinda...and then she'd showed up one evening, looking at him boredly. "So, preppie boy...what do you want?"

Cope had been warned about Lucinda by the dispatcher at the service. "She's kind of a bitch, not like the sweeties we've sent you before," the voice had gone on apologetically, "But she's good lookin' enough."

Copeland had snickered, thinking he could deal with a bitchy type. After all, he'd seduced more than his share of tough-talking blue-collar waitresses, barmaids and factory girls.

But Lucinda had given Copeland the aura, the feeling that he himself was being interviewed...as if he had to please her. 

She sat in his mother's antique Louis XIV giltwood lyre-backed dining chair and crossed her legs, giving Copeland a splendid view of fishnets and pink skin.

A leather stiletto heel shoe with a T-strap of mesh chain dangled off her toes.

The sex the first few times had been great...Luci knew tricks with her mouth and her twat that had blown Cope's mind, making her well worth her $400 hourly rate.

And he'd feverishly gone over her full voluptuous body after sex, kissing her full breasts and full bottom, and quite often licking his own semen out of her vagina, before massaging her to sleep a few minutes before Lucinda would leave for the next encounter.

There had been a thunderstorm by the time Cope pulled his Lexus up the driveway, and he confronted a soggy, infuriated Lucinda. 

"You pathetic sonuvabitch!" she'd screamed at him, and as he'd apologized profusely, Lucinda had slapped Cope's face hard, her scarlet talons ripping the side of his cheek. 

"No one, but no one keeps me waiting!" And then she'd kicked him in the nuts

She never seemed to be very thrilled with Cope's tongue work either—Lucinda would just puff on her Viceroy casually as Cope went to work between her legs, unlike the many girls who'd tell him what a hot guy he was.

It irritated Cope as well that as a repeat customer, Luci never gave him cut rates or freebies as many of the other prostitutes did...but he couldn't stop calling her. 

One night, though, Cope had been quite horny at the library where he was supposedly studying...he'd called Lucy and asked her to meet him at his house, promising to meet her there in twenty minutes.

But a fellow student had waylaid Copeland about discrepancies in the Rowing Team's treasury, and he'd had to tell a few hasty lies, that led to an hour long explanation.

Because, for Cope's appetite for cocaine and prostitutes had quite often exceeded Papa's allowance and Grampy's trust fund!

There had been a thunderstorm by the time Cope pulled his Lexus up the driveway, and he confronted a soggy, infuriated Lucinda. 

"You pathetic sonuvabitch!" she'd screamed at him, and as he'd apologized profusely, Lucinda had slapped Cope's face hard, her scarlet talons ripping the side of his cheek.

"No one, but no one keeps Lucinda waiting!"

And then she'd kicked him in the nuts. Luci had turned to walk off, but Cope had jumped up and offered her twice her hourly amount just to stay. (Fortunately, he was also the treasurer for the fencing, lacrosse, field hockey tennis, rugby and sailing teams).

But when they'd gotten inside and Copeland had given Lucinda a towel for her hair and a cup of tea, she was still furious. 

"We're doin' things my way tonight, dirt bag." Lucinda had shrieked. "Usually I only go this way for clients who ask for it, but you need it. Take off your clothes!"

Lucinda had taken handcuffs from her little purse and locked Copeland to the bed, and she'd thrashed him with his own belt, for a good forty-five minutes. 

Cope had been in acute pain, but the sight of Luci dancing around, swinging the thing, her breasts bouncing in a gray turtleneck had thrilled him to no end.

Then Luci had spun the welted, sobbing Cope over so he was lying on his manacled hands, and she sat down next to his crotch, and began idly toying with his stiff penis. 

Cope was astonished. Why was his dick so hard? It was true that he had been a reader of S/M magazines since eighth grade, but wasn't it just a pastime?

Luci'd looked so gorgeous, her long legs crossed as she gazed at the bound undergraduate contemptuously.

At one point she'd leaned back and rubbed the high heel of her five inch side lace stiletto boots up and down his naked cock, pushing the heel sharply into Cope's groin as he moaned.

"Luci don't like it when she's stood up, especially in the fuckin' rain, queer boy." Lucinda had lit a Viceroy, and blown smoke rings. "Next time you pull a stunt like that, I'll make you suck my manager's dick."

Then, Lucinda had leaned over and began pinching and rubbing Cope's penis with her long nails, alternating that with strokes from her boots, and Cope had continued to apologize profusely. "Miss Lucinda, I'll never, ever do that again."

Cope sneezed. "Well I'm going to teach you a lesson anyhow." Lucinda had said. "You're going to get teased up, but I'm not gonna let you finish." 

She snorted. "You gave me $800 dollars, double my rate, and you ain't gonna finish, leastways, not til I'm gone...but I'll make you wish you did!"

Luci had spent the next forty minutes running her long fingers up and down Copeland's penis, first slowly and casually, then faster, til she was gripping his penis and pumping up and down...

Yes, but as soon as Cope was about to release, to orgasm, Luci had stopped, and taken out her makeup case, and begun applying frosty lipstick, chuckling as she watched poor Cope humping the air.

As the lipstick covered her full lips, Luci had asked Copeland what he thought of it. "This is called Glitter Pink, asshole. 

Wouldn't you like to have my lips on your cock now? You know how good I can suck it." Copeland's eyes watered as he watched her outline her lips in the glowing pink color.

"Yes, oh please, Lucinda, please suck and kiss my penis...I'm so horny from your hand job, ma'am." 

Lucinda looked at Copeland, and bared her teeth. She grabbed Cope's Precalculus 102 slide rule from the table and whacked Cope's cock hard.

"Forget it! You inconsiderate asshole, I'd rather cut your dick off!"

Between words, Luci had slammed the ruler all over Cope's dick until he was crying. Then she'd snapped the ruler over her trim knee.

"Maybe next time you'll learn." 

Then Luci had stroked Cope's penis as he'd cried softly...she'd stroked for nearly another hour, and then unlocked him.

Cope had kissed Luci's palm, and then dreamily handed her his Cartier watch, a Christmas present from his mother. "You can give this to your manager if you like, Miss Lucinda. Will you come tomorrow night?"

Although Luci had been willing to return to their former sexual antics, Copeland had told her the next night that he still felt guilty about what he'd done to her.

On the bed lay a Ping-Pong paddle, a sawed off Fiberglas fishing rod, and his belt. As Copeland had undressed hastily, he'd looked into Lucinda's eyes.

"I want you to make me understand about being prompt."

Luci had stuffed a rag in Cope's mouth so they wouldn't upset the neighbors "Because you're such a whiny little faggot" and she'd nearly broken the fishing rod on Cope's bleeding, bared bottom.

Luci finally had turned Cope over on his back (which had hurt to no end) and she'd begun toying and playing with his cock again, running her tongue over her lips and eventually applying more lipstick

"They call this shade Plum Shine, asshole" Luci said as she ran her finger up and down the underside frenum of Cope's sweating penis.

"Wouldn't you love to have that wrapped around your dongo?" Half an hour later when Plum Shine had worn off (Luci had also paused teasing poor Cope to order a pizza on his Visa)

Luci had applied Violet Attitude Frosty to her lips, and taunted Cope unmercifully. 

By the time she'd left, Cope's dick was violet itself, and he'd jerked off madly into the sink, and had an absurd fantasy that Luci's "manager" was there to push his head in the spunk and to make Cope lick it up!

As the weeks passed, Cope's bank account had flagged quite a bit. He'd taken out a couple of student loans, something no one in his rich family had ever needed, and then he'd actually sold his Lexus. But his life with Lucinda had gotten fascinating.

At the end of one of the stroking sessions, Cope had asked Lucinda to stay longer. "You sure, puke?" Luci looked astonished as her fingers relaxed on Cope's sweating purple organ. "Figured after an hour of this, you'd want to beat yer meat and wet yerself."

She'd locked a cock ring around his balls to give him more sensation, and the poor fellow was out of his mind...but he wanted more?

"I tell you what, Luci" Cope said craftily 

"In addition to your $400 fee, which I've already given you, I'll give you a dollar for every extra minute that you tease me...I need it, and you don't have any other appointments, do you?"

Luci had laughed contemptuously. 

"Ten dollars for every minute, bucko." Three hundred and fifty dollars later, she'd left the gasping Copeland to do his ministrations over the sink...and what a time it had been!

His organ had been so engorged that he'd worried there would be some sort of gangrene, with the damn cock ring.

A week later, Lucinda, while applying magenta lip gloss, had waved her sponge wand at the strapped up Copeland. 

"My manager says that it's five hundred an hour now, and twenty per minute, instead of ten for how long I stroke you...that okay, big boy?"

Really, it had all gotten out of hand. Lucinda had become increasingly more vicious in her whippings, and had brought new implements to use on poor Copeland, who irritated her to no end.

She'd taken to saving the used condoms from her other customers, sometimes five or six of them, and would make Cope suck them out as a bribe to get her to stop whipping him.

After that first night, they'd never had normal sex again, and Copeland had wound up thrashed, broke and horny...




The Plant Girl



Hey, but he wanted it no other way. He'd gone for the $20 per hour deal, and had taken out a number of credit cards to finance his precious Lucinda...but when her minute-by minute rate had jumped to $50, it had all collapsed.

His parents had flown down from Martha's Vineyard to discover how Cope had managed to liquidate his baby sister's savings account, and to inquire about the mysterious "burglary" that had occurred when Copeland had been staying in their Central Park West apartment, alone.

"Copeland, the doorman saw you leaving with a briefcase that we know was filled with your mother's jewelry and my antique gold coins, son." Cope's dad had said patiently. 

"We know you had a cocaine arrest in high school, son. Is it more of that?"

Actually Cope hadn't had any cocaine in nearly a year or even cheap beer. He'd been living on Budget Gourmets and Ramen Noodles while trying desperately to afford his thrice weekly visits with Lucinda.

Forged checks, five 19 percent interest loans from chintzy loan companies, and even a few burglaries in the town of New Haven had kept the horny boy in funds to see his wonderful girl...

Cope had even allowed Lucinda's friends to use the rooms in his house to see other customers, to the point that the entire neighborhood knew that a Yale man had turned his house into a bordello.

One night, Lucinda had even put a mask over Cope's head and locked him in a straitjacket...

Yes, she'd caned his balls in front of a cheering crowd of rich S/M enthusiasts while the poor boy had cowered miserably on his knees... "You look bad, son" Dad said now

And he was exhausted, Cope was...the night before, Lucinda had brought her "manager" Rajul, to the house, and Raj had twisted Cope's nipples and slapped his face while Luci had slammed a dildo into Cope's butt...oh it had been agony.

No he'd pretty much forgotten about cocaine...but looking at the old man, what could he do?

Could he explain this mad perversion? "Dad, I'm a cocaine addict, and I need to go to rehab."

By the time Cope had been sprung from the nine month treatment center, Lucinda had left the area, and all the debts had been paid by his parents, who were amazed at how little interest their son seemed to have in drugs. Indeed Cope never drank or used drugs again...but he'd never forgotten his evil Lucinda...

Even now...ten years later! And Haley was twice as cute as Lucinda!

The first time, Copeland had allowed Haley the Plant Girl to tie his hands behind his back with a plug line to a discarded Xerox machine. 

Giggling, Haley had insisted that Cope strip down to his T-shirt and boxers, and she tentatively explored his nipples under his Rugby shirt and the ridges in his shoulders and powerful arms ("I rowed for Yale" he explained) while she perched on his lap.

Later, Cope moaned as Haley got down on her knees, and rubbed his inner thighs with hesitant fingers. 

Moving her nails in and out of his shorts as he writhed, tied to his office chair, Haley noticed how the tent grew in his Jockey shorts. Suddenly there was a sound in the hall!

"Mister Smithers? Are you there?" 

Haley didn't have time to untie Copeland but she'd rushed him behind the desk and ducked under it herself, wedged between his feet and the desk legs. She'd just untied Cope's right hand, and he'd grabbed a pen when the door opened. 

Haley began rubbing Cope's right thigh to calm him down, but it seemed that this might be having an opposing effect...

"Mr. Smithers?" a middle aged femininine voice intoned. "You're working late, sir." Cope gasped as Haley's fingers tousled his balls. 

But after all, she was crouched under the desk. She had to do SOMETHING to amuse herself.

"Yes, Grace. I'm reviewing the spreadsheets on the Haskins-Grumley Forum report...forgive the informality of my T-shirt...it's a little hot here in the office." 

Haley giggled, thinking of how odd Cope must look in his undershirt.

Haley noticed Cope's dick poking out of his fly and began tickling it with the tip of her nail. She wondered if Grace would notice Cope's dress pants lying by the filing cabinets.

"Why don't you go home, Grace?" Cope's voice was shaking as Haley placed her head on the edge of Cope's chair and stuck out her tongue so the tip was touching Cope's glans.

She flicked the pulsing glans with it several times. 

"Yes, please go home...I'll see you tomorrow." Cope was trying to sound casual. Haley tickled Cope's foreskin with her right hand as she licked the tip some more. Cope had a sharp intake of breath as the secretary began rambling.

"Well, I wanted to review something with you..."

Haley stopped listening to Grace's drone and began pulling Cope's dick like a joystick. 

Grace was still going on "...this diagram demonstrates how the arrangement of information influences interpretation..."

Haley felt Cope's thighs trembling and suddenly let go of his dick "... in the first flow chart, the secondary boxes are labeled...

Are you all right, Mr. Smithers?" asked Grace doubtfully. Haley leaned over, trying not to bump her head of the top of the desk drawer and began licking the tip of Copeland's penis again.

"Believe me, Grace, I'm fine" came Cope's faltering voice. 

Haley tickled her pinkie under Cope's butt and he hopped just a half inch off the chair, giving her a second to pull his jockeys off. "But I want to finish this stuff alone, so why don't you go home."

Haley now had Cope's naked genitals at her mercy. 

She began toying with the tip of Cope's penis experimentally, giggling and half-listening to Grace, who seemed like she could bore Iraq to death faster than George W. could bomb it.

"Sir, I just wanted to discuss your ideas on the client..."

Haley batted Cope's bulbous head back and forth between her long nails " owning interest rate-exposure in the form of ten-year U.S. government notes paying...Sir, you are sweating!"

Grace apparently had leaned over the desk and was touching Cope's forehead. "You seem quite feverish."

Haley now began drumming her fingers on Copeland's suffering shaft and tickling his inner thighs with her other hand. She felt sorry for poor Copeland. Here the poor man was, sitting at a desk trying to pretend to his aged secretary that he was working overtime, while the plant maintenance girl was teasing and torturing his genitals!

"Really, Grace, I can't discuss it right now." Haley pumped Cope's penis harder." Let's talk about this in the morning. I feel fine, and I just need some alone time with this work." Cope begged.

Haley reached her head over and took the tip of Cope's penis in her mouth and began licking the head with vigor, as she'd been taught by GI's as a teenage prostitute in Danang. Biting the penis tip gently, Haley swirled her tongue around the shaft, and licked the frenum of Cope's wee-wee very seductively.

"Sir, I understand, but Mr. Knowles has been telling me that you are behind deadline, and I am responsible to him first. Grace sounded annoyed. "I have some time to go over the final reports."

It had taken Copeland nearly twenty minutes to get Grace out of the office. He'd had to promise to work overtime for weeks and weeks and become the best little associate partner that Knowles, Sims and Claymore had ever hired. 

But finally she'd left and Cope had pulled his chair out from under the desk and gently he'd pulled naughty little Haley out with his free arm. "You are such a bad girl..." he chided.

Haley looked at her toes, pouted, and then danced behind Cope and re-tied his arm, and began toying with his penis again. 

"This is so much fun! God, listen to you parry with her during all that business bullshit."

Haley pulled and stroked Cope's penis until it was bouncing around like a Louisville Slugger after the first pitch. Haley tickled the tip of Cope's penis with her long nail, and breathed giggles into his neck.

Cope felt as if he was going to explode. "Haley, honey, you'll cause me to lose my job! Please let me loose."

Haley laughed and jumped up on the desk, propping her ass on the edge and hanging her toes over into Cope's crotch. Gently poking the purple rod, she began singing to herself, and giggling.

"Gracie's the hag

will catch Copies cock out of the bag stiff as a stag and she'll beat it to a rag!"

Haley grabbed an office pointer and rapped Cope's penis, hard. "I'm Grace now" she shrilled 

"You bad boy, Copeland Smithers-" RAP RAP RAP "Get that dick down and look at these flow charts!"

Cope howled as Haley whacked his penis again and again. It fascinated her that no matter how many times the evil wooden pointer bounced against Cope's cock, it just got harder and harder. "Bad boy!" 

Haley thrashed Cope's penis to her heart's content, and finally noticed that he was sobbing. "You poor baby."

Haley's tone turned gentle, and she threw down the pointer and stripped off her Flor-Office uniform, revealing a fuschia colored demibra and panty set.

Haley hopped onto the sobbing man's knee, and began kissing his neck, while her fingers gently massaged his severely damaged cock.

"Darling I am so sorry I upset you. Did I hit your wee wee too hard?" Haley's fingers stroked Cope's penis tip, which was covered with massive red welts from the harsh pointer.

"I have just the thing." Haley took some soothing cream out of her purse, and began rubbing it vigorously into the cockhead and shaft. Soon she was masturbating Cope's penis vigorously, using the cream as a lubricant.

Cope breathed hard, his wrists straining against the cord binding them behind the chair. It had been quite an evening. 

First he'd tried to hump the plant girl only to wind up bound naked to an office chair, suffering her teasing and tormenting his penis beneath the desk while he parried with his aged secretary. Wow!

It didn't help that he had been trying so hard to give up masturbating...

Cope's friends in his Professional Men's Bible Study Group had all signed a pact against masturbation and fornication, and as a result, Cope hadn't jerked off in several weeks.

Now, having Haley's soft fingers playing along his bulbous penis head, he felt as if he were going to lose his mind! 

He really ought to be able to resist the temptations, he'd been working on this for years as a good Christian...but it was almost too much! 

"Oh God" Cope muttered as his dick stuck up higher and began dribbling pre-cum...and that evil Plant Girl was just going to giggle to herself! 

Suddenly Cope's dick began bouncing wildly in Haley's hand and he was shaking now. "I think I'm going to cum, Haley, baby."

Cope's hips began shaking and he bit his tongue. Haley rubbed her boobs in his face and continued to stroke him hard, but she whispered in his ear. "Copeland, I really don't know you well enough to have you squirting that nasty mess in my hand, darling."

Haley poured more cream on Cope's lunging, tumescent rod, and rubbed even harder, tickling the shaft with the long nails of her other hand.

She leaned her cleavage even further in his face, as it strained against the frilly demibra, and spoke even more quietly in his ear.

Her perfume seemed to consume him. "I would be quit traumatized if you made a nasty mess all over my nice underwear." 

Haley gesture to her adorable bikini lingerie set 

"And I'd have to beat your dick. "here she rubbed his dick faster " With the sharp pointer, or possibly even cut it off." Haley pointed to the evil blade of the office paper-cutter.

Haley felt Cope's dick soften just a tiny bit.

"Why don't you make your penis calm down just a little?" Cope coughed. "But honey, maybe you should stop rubbing it then?" he asked as Haley rubbed even more. "Don't you have any self-control? 

A big, tough Republican?" Haley asked pointedly, as she rubbed and pulled Cope's dick even more.

Finally Cope's penis had gone down, and then he'd began crying softly...but Haley had won, her first control on a man's penis.

January 1982 Haley leaned back on her fluffy bed, enjoying the way her blue lace body stocking scratched against her supple form.

Leopold Tennyson Chadwick III, aged fifty-three and Haley's fiancée of nineteen months, stood naked beside her bed, his hands cuffed behind his head. 

As his cock strained, Haley twirled her forefinger across the bulbous head, and she snorted. "You are such a pathetic, whining little pussy, aren't you, Leopold?"

Haley's dark hair was cut short now, and it emphasized her heavy breasts, which poked against the body stocking like a flood against a feeble levee.

Leopold never knew quite how to take this twenty year old girl, and he'd tried so hard to please her.

Yes, since stealing her from her dorky husband Copeland Smithers after meeting them both at Miss Pinch's Dungeon in Seattle, Washington.

What a thrashing that girl had given him the first night! 

But he'd hoped by now, with all the generosities, such as bringing her to his island paradise, that Haley would have let Leopold get a bit closer...more romantic. That she'd have more respect for him!

"Darling, I don't mean to bore you, or to whine. I just feel like we don't get that close, not nearly as much as we used to." It would help if he wasn't cuffed up like this.

Haley leaned over and ran her middle finger up and down the sensitive underside of his thrusting penis. 

It quivered even more as Leopold saw the outline of Haley's nipples against the blue lace. Haley grazed her long nails against her milky pink cleavage, and she frowned at him.

"You are such a bitchy, whining little shit-head. A pussy. If I were a man, I'd punch your lights out." Haley pulled her middle finger quickly away from Leopold's pulsing frenum, and turned it up to him in a Fuck You sign. 

"You think just because you've got a coffee plantation and a resort on this island, it's enough to make my clit wet...like I'm going to blow you just because all these other little bimbos have been your followers. Well, forget it, Leopold, boy."

It was truly amazing, Leopold thought, that such vicious, tough, mean words could come from such a sweet little voice, out of a lovely Eurasian full lipped face and feminine little figure (large breasts aside).

Certainly, she'd had a tough past, and had earned her way since pick pocketing back when she'd been called Ha-Jing in Laos and Saigon at nine or ten. 

But why did she have such a chip on her shoulder now? He gave her the best of everything.

Haley now reached down and touched the side of his foreskin, finding a stray thorn sticking out. Haley smiled as she plucked it. Leopold cried out. 

"I guess I wasn't too thorough in getting them all out." Leopold looked quite sad.

That morning, Haley had tied Leopold to a palm tree and thrashed his penis viciously with a thorny branch after she'd discovered a seed in the orange juice when he'd brought her breakfast in bed.

Leopold had protested that it was the fault of the Jamaican cook, but to no avail. Whacking away, Haley'd laughed. 

"Don't WHACK pass the buck WHACK WHACK onto poor WHACK WHACK Velma WHACK The orange juice is your responsibility."

Certainly Haley had looked quite passionate as she'd been going at it, landing each thorny swat right on the tip of his suffering erection. "Look

WHACK WHACK how your guests WHACK WHACK are staring at you, honey, and the WHACK WHACK servants, too.

The big boss of the island is such a crybaby. Can't WHACK you take your medicine in silence?"

Everyone on Leopold's island knew when the big boss was going to get punished, and many crowded around the fence of his big house to watch as his gorgeous young fiancée put poor Leopold through his paces.

It was a far cry from the way they'd used to cower as the frightening proprietor had strutted about in his white linen suit, posturing like Frederick the Great. Now he was only a figure of fun, and still he couldn't seem to please his lovely fiancée!

"Possibly what you need is disinfectant" Haley said, and she reached behind her for the witch hazel. As she poured it on Leopold's poor cock, the sting in the various welts made him scream so loudly that his butler, Pfennington came in.

"Is there a problem sir?" 

Pfennington was well trained enough as a butler to pretend not to notice that his employer was naked and tied, in the middle of the room. 

Haley smiled. "No, Pfennington, go do your thing, babe...it's just baby wailing again!"

Pfennington bit his lip and stalked out. "Very well..."

After Pfennington departed, Haley gazed contemptuously at the crimson Leopold. "Jesus, I can't even disinfect your pitiful member without you screaming like a doll-baby. I had a rubber squeak toy called Patty Pee-Pants when I was four years old." Haley flicked the tip of Leopold's dick and he shrieked.

"And then when I pulled a string, Patty-Pee Pants howled just like that....but actually, Patty Pee-Pants was more of a man than you are."

Suddenly, Haley grabbed Leopold's balls. At first she held them loosely. "You just don't have what it takes, darlin'." 

Haley began gently massaging Leopold's scrotal sack with her long pink nails.

"You're a pre-mature ejaculator and frankly your cunt lapping reminds me of having my twat washed out with a dirty rag by my Vietnamese grandmother."

Then Haley squeezed Leopold's testicles in a death grasp, and he sank to his knees, crying pitifully. She let go. 

"I think I need more of a man in my life...someone who can fuck me hard."

Leopold looked questioningly at Haley through his tears. He was aware that several times during their time together,

Haley had asked for more of an open relationship. This had often consisted of having another man in their bed, never another girl.

The visitor always seemed to get access to Haley's supple breasts, fucking and mounting Haley while Leopold was delegated to licking out her behind or something. Once, Haley had actually forced Leopold to suck another guy's balls while the guy fucked her hard! It had been incredibly revolting.

The one time that Leopold had convinced Haley to allow them to have an orgy, telling her 

"I can get lots of hot women AND men...for both of us." it had been awful--Haley had ruined it for him.

It was amazing, because Leopold had been such a sexual adventurer throughout the sixties and seventies, a swinger to the core... but here in 1982, his fiancée had actually forbidden him to participate in the orgy that he'd arranged!

When everyone had gotten there, and they'd all had their drinks, Haley had held up her little hand.

"Before our soiree begins, I want my darling boyfriend, who invited you all here, to stop smirking about the good time he's going to have...the big swinger. 

No, he's just a pitiful egomaniac." Haley had smiled at the other guests, who were all dressed beautifully in ball gowns and tuxedoes, sipping champagne.

"Take off your clothes, Leopold...put down that martini and take off all your clothes NOW."

Leopold had never been able to disobey Haley. When he was naked, feeling quite embarrassed in front of the still clad guests, he looked at Haley.

She smiled cruelly. 

"Look at his pathetic dick, you all. It looks as if it's a worm on a hook doesn't it?" 

The women tittered, and Leopold felt as if he were going to sob. "Why is he shaved" one man had asked contemptuously. 

"Well, I feel like only real men should have pubic hair." Haley had responded, laughing.

Now Haley pointed to the familiar corner where he was often forced to stand after being punished for some housekeeping infraction. 

"Now get in the corner and stand there." Leopold's dick had stiffened as he'd stared at his lovely wife in her gold lame evening gown.

"B-but I've done nothing wrong, Haley." 

He'd forgotten how pathetic this must sound to the partiers. "I don't care, you've committed the sin of being boring, Leopold, get in that corner, and stand there. Don't even look at us!"




The Plant Girl



Leopold had tried again to argue with her, and Haley had borrowed a leather belt from one of the male guests. 

She'd thrown Leopold across her knee and lambasted him with the belt until he was screaming and crying, and finally he'd run, sobbing to the corner, and stuck his nose in as the guests had laughed uproariously.

For the rest of the evening, Leopold had only been allowed to hear the various moans and screams emanating from the sucking and fucking guests behind his welted buttocks in the living room.

After several hours, Haley's voice had come blessedly to Leopold.

His neck was stiff from having stared straight into the corner and his legs felt as if they were going to collapse. 

"You can turn around now, darling...we all want to see how the crybaby is faring."

Leopold had turned around, his tear-stained face evident to everyone. 

He'd been in misery, hearing Haley's loud screams of passion as various men had slammed their dicks in her pussy, ass and mouth, and he suspected that she'd also made it with a few of the women!

Now they had all snorted with amusement, lying about in Leopold's living room, naked and smoking themselves. "Now you can be my clean-up boy, darling." 

Haley had motioned Leopold to kneel under her as she'd lifted her leg.

"Now, sweetheart, Rick and George and Jean-Pierre and Tyler and Miguel and Omar have all cum in me, and I need you to clean it all out...

I know it's nasty, but it's good work for you."

As Leopold had reluctantly licked all the accumulated semen from between Haley's legs, the rest of the exhausted guests had laughed and made cat-calls. When he was done, Haley had smiled.

"Now I want you to lick all the semen and drippings off the cocks of Rick and George and the others. and then you can clean the other women out!" 

What a disgusting end to an orgy that had been!

But now, Haley looked contemptuously at poor Leopold. This was ridiculous. 

He wanted to smile, but being trapped in the middle of the room with hands locked behind his head made it impossible. She toyed with his penis just a little more, rubbing it back and forth as he gasped-- it had been some time since he'd cum. 

Haley had many parties with various men, affairs, quickie sex, et cetera, but she was hell on Leopold having any sort of fooling around at all--even masturbation. 

So he was harder and harder as her lovely manicured fingers stroked his dingus...oh, so hard. "You have a big cock, that's for sure, darling" Haley breathed. "I'm just kidding when I say it's too small...it's a cutie pie" Leopold felt more hopeful. 

"But, you know" Haley said hesitantly, as her forefinger tickled the frenum once more, "Since you're such a dorky boy, your cock-needs seem so unimportant, sweetheart...they distract you from making Haley happy." Leopold was puzzled. "Actually, it might be better"

Haley licked her lips as she tickled Leopold's scrotum, "If we just cut it off...cut your cock and balls clean off...wouldn't that be fun? Then you could be my little girlfriend." 

Leopold closed his eyes and trembled. "Oh, I'm just kidding, baby..." Haley laughed up at him. Leopold felt it was time to be tough.

"Haley, I'm your husband, and I've been a good provider to you. You have an island paradise, and an almost unlimited spending account. I can't understand why you would be dissatisfied with me."

Leopold paused.

"We haven't had one genuine lovemaking session in several months now.

Certainly, I do have my desires to submit to you sexually, but I also want to have sex with you...you are so beautiful, and I miss sleeping with you so much." Leopold's cock hardened as he stared at his beautiful young wife in her blue body stocking. "Won't you re-consider making love? It's been so long."

Haley laughed at him. 

She laughed hysterically, and Leopold looked terribly sad. To think at one time he had been the torrid lover of the Western Hemisphere, Leopold had—he'd bedded starlets and princesses, and had been pursued by enraged husbands. 

Why couldn't he be firm with this young girl?

"Lovemaking session? You must be kidding" Haley leaned back, arching her breasts so the blue lace body stocking pulsated. Leopold gasped in wonder as she leaned over to lick the tops of her cleavage.

"I need more of a man.

And one to live with. That's the news I have for you, big boy. I'm moving a guy into the house here. 

Someone who can help me with you, can be a disciplinary step-daddy to my whining, spoiled, bratty fiancée. I like your money, and you are fairly amusing, and I won't leave you, Leopold, but I want a man around. Sorry."

Haley looked coldly into Leopold's eyes. His lip trembled. "Haley, you-you have no right." 

God, he wanted her so much...look at her soft, plump breasts in that damned body stocking! And not only was he getting no access, but she wanted to move a lover in!

"You can't...that's not what I want--in-in a relationship."

Haley stuck her long, pink tongue out at him, and waved it around, and his penis squirmed. 

Haley reached out her foot and ran her magenta colored toes against his bulbous erection. Oh...God.

"You just don't get it...I'll leave if you like, you can move a bunch of little bimbos in to lick all over you, honey. but is that what you want?" Haley smiled.

"Don't you realize that I help to remind you what a quivering, begging worm you are.

All the sycophantic morons who suck up to you, honey. they're not good for you! You need me to remind you of what a pitiful loser you really are, Leopold."

Haley took her other foot and put both together around Leopold's shaft. 

Gently, she began pulling and pushing the feet up and down Leopold's penis as he gasped...he'd not had this kind of stimulation in some time!

"You just don't understand how good you have it, Leopold, darling." Haley tickled Leopold's foreskin with her big toe. 

"I was much tougher on my ex-husband Copeland, before I dumped him. I moved into his big house, took over his master bedroom."

Haley's feet jumped and slid on Leopold's organ and he tried desperately to unfetter his hands from where they were locked around the back of his neck.

"After a while, I had Copeland locked in a small maid's room on the second floor of his mansion. 

Nothing was in there but a small pallet...he wasn't allowed to leave hardly at all...just to service me and my boyfriends--

Copie sucked a mean dick--and of course to go to work and clean the house."

Haley stopped to rub Vaseline on her feet, and then returned them to slither and slide all along Leopold's tortured weapon. 

"Then I decided that Cope had too much space, spending all his time in that little room.

He kept complaining because he used to golf, and go windsurfing and to concerts, and now his whole off-work world was that little room...

And so I decided he was experiencing too much freedom, and for a year, I kept him locked in a closet in that room, and only was allowed to come out for special privileges...this made Cope appreciate the old days when he had an entire room to be confined in."

Haley jacked her feet up and down Leopold's penis until he was panting madly, and very close to cumming. 

"Before I finally dumped Copeland for you, he was locked in a giant rabbit hutch." Haley's big toe explored Leopold's foreskin.

" Every day when he came home from work, he'd strip off his Armani suit and put away his briefcase and then attend to me, cleaning out the cum of all the different blue-collar boys who'd spurted in me." 

Haley ran her pinkie toe across Leopolds' foreskin.

He was so close to cumming. "

After he'd satisfied and massaged me, he would have to clean the house quickly." Haley suddenly quit massaging Leopold's penis and kicked him quickly in the nuts, and then he fell to his knees. Oh, just before cumming.

"Get up, Leopold. did you think you were going to cum? So sad. Anyway, Copeland would then make my dinner, and then I'd lock him on his hands and knees in the hutch for the night. 

And I didn't allow bathroom breaks." Haley casually moved the big toe of her right foot to the urethra of Leopold's penis.

"Copeland would rattle against the hutch cage at around 2 a.m. because he was so desperate to pee, poor thing."

Haley began pushing the toenail of her big toe into the urethra of Leopold's suffering penis.

"I usually couldn't hear Copeland, because I was screwing one man or the other in the master bedroom. 

And Cope would be so desperate to pee...he knew if I found one--just one drop of stray urine in the hutch the next day, he was in for a horrible punishment." 

Leopold bit his tongue as his peehole was feeling intense, excruciating pain from Haley's toenail.

Finally Haley pulled back, painfully yanking her big toe out of Leopold's engorged urethra. 

She kicked him viciously in the stomach, and Leopold fell back on the floor, staring up at her with wounded eyes. 

"So you see, you're much luckier than poor Copeland, Leopold...but the party's over, as you need a serious Master to assist me with your training."

Haley whistled, and a well built young man of twenty-five walked into the room. "this is Max, Leopold. He has lots of energy." Haley smiled up at Max, who pulled off his T-shirt, flexed, and bent down to give Haley a plunging tongue kiss.

The old man lying on the floor looked sadly at his young fiancée. 

"I think you need to train our Leopold in cocksucking and just a few other things, Max, darling." Haley said, and the young man bent over and grasped Leopold by his white hair, dragging him from the room.

Haley smiled as the door closed...

Yes. she was going to be leaving Leopold within the month, as she'd gotten a handsome offer from a dominatrix friend in New York. she was well aware that her career was going to take off...but first she'd get all of Leopold's accounts in her name...

Haley thought of the Plant Girl she'd been long ago...and rang for a martini.