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Now I Can

By: hylyfe



I can't believe it; after all these years of trying I have finally won the lottery. OK so it was only one and a half million but it's still enough to change my life forever. I won't bore you with what I did in the normal course of my life but maybe you might be interested to hear what I did with regard to my sexual fantasies. Interested?

I was a single guy with no one to worry about and now I had the chance to indulge my most outrageous dreams. So I sat myself down and thought, "What is my fantasy?" There were several chasing around in my head and the more obvious ones I had enacted within one week of the lottery win. They were god fun and I certainly met some beautiful transvestites during that mad week in London. It had cost quite a lot because they all insisted that they weren't about to jeopardise the rest of their working day by climaxing for me. It always took some extra persuasion (cash) to get them to shoot their load into my mouth and quite often it was a piteous load. So although I had ingested many spunky flavours I still felt unfulfilled.

So I got to thinking, "When I'm at my computer what turns me on and what do I look at most?" The answer wasn't hard to find. There is one site I use a lot and one section I keep returning to time and time again. Even after an hour at looking at normal porn, when my hard on is getting a bit soft, if I return to this subject it gets me rock hard again.

So what is my favourite deviant fantasy? I can't soften the blow; I can't make it sound good; it's deviant and it's dirty but that's just the way I am. I adore pictures of dirty panties covered in fresh spunk. I take delight in rating each picture and I love the close up shots of fresh cum; especially the ones where you can see the texture and the separation between the different elements of the spunk. 

So now I had to think what I could do to turn this into reality. No good using clean panties and knickers; they had to be dirty. I also needed a supply of spunk which meant in reality a supply of men. Quite a difficult problem. I spent many days trying to find the answers and finally came up with this plan.

1] Find a college.

2] Get in contact with someone working in the college laundry.

3] Bribe the men's handball team to make spunk donations to an unknown cause.

4] Pay two good looking prostitutes to facilitate timely delivery of the spunk onto the panties.

5] Locate a useable pair of rooms in the college that were joined by a serving hatch.

6] Name the day.

All this should have been quite difficult but it's surprising what you can achieve by splashing large amounts of money about. Within three weeks all the arrangements were made. 

The day was here! I made my way to the college and met with the laundry lady as arranged. I judged her to be in her 50's. She was slim and had shoulder length black hair. "Here you are sir; I managed to borrow twenty nine pairs of knickers and panties for you."

I congratulated the laundry lady, "You're a star Celia, a gold plated star! Just one thing; I rather wanted thirty pairs. Where do you think we might get an extra pair at this late stage?"

"Well sir I'm not totally sure but there is one place I might be able to lay my hands on a pair. They might be warm and they might be a little dirty. Thinking about it sir, I imagine you could lay your hands on them." The invite was too good to miss so as Celia raised her skirt I eased he panties down. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down past her rather cute bum; as the gusset pulled away from her pussy there was a small moment when they seemed to stick a little and then they gently parted from their resting place and the reason for their reluctance to move was apparent. Celia must have been a little excited as the panties were damp and sticky. I'm not sure if I caused this or if it was the prospect of the money to come.

Never being one to miss a trick I raised the panties to my nose and inhaled the heady scent of her lush warm pussy. After a minute I forced my self back to the business in hand. "OK Celia," I said, "I'll leave the panties and knickers in a plastic bag in the corner ready for you to collect in the morning." As I was saying this I realised that Celia still had her skirt raised. I popped a quick kiss on the front of her pussy and then straightened her skirt back down. I handed Celia the envelope stuffed with cash and as she left I got back to the business in hand.

Ten minutes later the two hired young ladies arrived; I issued them with the panties and showed them where they should position their selves next to the serving hatch. We had already discussed their duties and they were well aware of what they had to achieve. I then retired to the next room and waited for events to unfold. Before long I heard the excited chatter of the handball teams and their coach. Twenty five young cocks I had been promised and the coach makes twenty six. With any luck some of them could manage a second load of spunk to utilise all the panties and knickers.

There were many whistles and catcalls as they set eyes on the facilitators who by now had stripped to corsets, stockings and their own lacy panties. I wasn't sure how long those panties would stay in place and I wondered if they might just pop through the serving hatch later. The coach had strict orders on the timing and I had no intention of rushing so had asked for a gap of three minutes between each delivery. For my own benefit I had decided at the last minute to engage the services of a film maker who was now in the process of setting up her camera to record my exploits.

I got into position on my knees by the serving hatch; the camera was rolling and I was ready. It was only two minutes before the hatch slid back and the first pair of panties was passed through. They were small, blue and lacy and as I picked them up I looked at the crotch where there was a large dollop of spunk. First I lifted them to my nose and inhaled the aroma of fresh spunk. Then I dipped my nose into it and sniffed just a little bit in. I didn't dare touch my cock for fear of it exploding. I held the panties in front of the camera to get a good and accurate record and then I lifted them to my face and rubbed the spunk all over my eyes, nose and mouth.

The hatch slid open and the next pair appeared; so the first pair went into the plastic bag. The second pair was flannelette and may have been sports knickers. I wanted to see if the gusset was dirty but there was no chance of that as the gusset was totally covered in cum; sticky cum; warm cum. Every bit of it went into my mouth and I swallowed in delight. After swallowing I sucked the gusset till the movement of the hatch heralded the arrival of the next pair.

I collected three sets of spunk covered knickers and didn't allow my self to dip into them till I had all three; then I raised them to my face, and embedded my face in the cum. Each gusset was sucked clean; each drop of spunk was swallowed. My excitement was immense and before long I came in my own little panties but it made no difference my appetite for spunk was undiminished.

The panties kept coming and time sped past till the supply stopped. To be honest I was exhausted by this time. I sat down and just thought about all the spunk that was inside me. Not all of it had been eaten; some had been wiped over my head and face and some seemed to have dripped onto my clothes. I was a dirty spunky mess.

By way of a finale I lay on my front and slipped my head into the plastic bag where all the thirty panties and knickers were. The smell was bliss; a combination of spunk, girly pee and all the other beautiful smells that emanate from panties. I rolled onto my back and bought myself to a final climax.

The camera lady packed her gear away and as I lay there and just before she left she leaned over to me and said, "Sir, you are one dirty sick bastard. You're at the bottom of the heap of humanity." Having said this she spat on me and departed. It's just possible I might give her a bonus for that!

So money made my dreams come true. I kept the panties and paid Celia extra to invent a story about their loss. I watch the film sometimes; I even thought of posting it on line but I think it is just too dirty. The money will dry up soon but there are just a couple more fantasies that I need to consider while I still have it.

Now I Can Ch. 02



After a lottery win our subject is able to indulge his wildest fantasies; after a spunk filled panty fest he now moves on to the bdsm scene.

Flushed with success from my last escapade with the hand ball team and wanting to make hay while the sun shines I dared to wonder what I might do next. There was a still lot of money from my lottery win so in reality I could do as I pleased. 

I sat at my computer and started to browse as I normally would. I rated a few spunky knicker shots; I gently masturbated as I viewed some lovely transvestites and then I masturbated more fiercely as I viewed some not so good looking transvestites. Then as always I found myself at a bdsm site. I liked to see men being given a hard time and I liked to see women getting tortured. I had no desire to inflict pain or discomfort but I did have a desire to be tortured myself. I wanted to be in the total control of a dominatress. I wanted to suffer.

So that was it; I now knew where I wanted to splash some more cash. First I needed to plan what I needed so I made up this list:

1] I needed a complete 24 hour session.

2] The domina must be female and have a good figure; looks were unimportant.

3] The domina must have a transvestite helper.

4] There must be another man receiving treatment as well as me.

5] There must be a well equipped dungeon.

It seemed I had the basic ingredients so now it was time to trawl the contact ads. Many Dominas declared they would have nothing to do with hard sports; I wasn't sure if I wanted to do that but wanted to keep the option open so they were removed from my list of potentials. Others declared they would not do needles or piercing so they exited my list as well. I was now down to twelve possible ladies who could inflict the pain I longed for.

A choice had to be made so I started phoning to discuss terms; in the end it came down to two. One of them declared she was an out and out sadist who enjoyed inflicting pain and didn't care too much about the money. She was my choice. She was Madame X. Real name withheld because when I met her she frightened the shit out of me and I wouldn't dare use her real name here. Suffice it to say she was from the Far East where sushi is popular.

I explained my requirements and she named her price. I realised now that her lack of interest in money didn't translate into reality. Mind you she did have the two other participants to pay. She sort of took over at this stage and I was allowed no further input. Oh yes, she was a true professional.

Within three days she had made the arrangements and told me where to report to in Paddington, London. She named the day, the date and the time. It wasn't long to wait, today was Tuesday and I had to report on Thursday.

I made my way to London. I couldn't stop shaking. I made my way to Paddingto but there was still an hour to go before I had to report. I went to a bar and had a stiff drink to calm my nerves. Then I went to the loo to make sure my anal passage was empty as I figured there might be something popping in there later.

The time was here. It's now or never. I went to the address I had been given, it was right on one of the main streets of Paddington. As I rang the bell I was convinced everyone who passed knew my secret. The door opened and I was ushered into a dark passage. At first I couldn't see who was guiding me into the flat but as my eyes adjusted I saw that I was following a provocatively dressed woman. She took me to a small room, sat me on the bed and stood in front of me. Oh; she wasn't a woman, at least I didn't think so unless she had a dildo tucked into her panties. When she spoke I was left in no doubt. "You undress, you leave the money on the bed, you come out when you are called."

"Ok," I replied. Ouch! Instant retribution, I received a stinging slap across the face, then another. Then each of my ears was grabbed and my head was pushed back against the wall.

Her face two inches from mine she/he hissed, "Respect. We will have respect at all times. You get no more warnings." She released me, turned on her heel and walked out of the room.

I placed the fee on the pillow and then stripped. I was ready for the adventure; the anticipation had given me an erection and I was eager to begin. However twenty minutes later the erection was lost and I was getting bored. I stood by the door ready to be called. Another ten minutes passed and then the call rang out, "Slave." I opened the door and found the touchy transvestite waiting for me. "My name is Amora," she informed me. "Now follow me."

We entered what had once been a front room but was now a well equipped dungeon, there was a naked man standing in the centre of the room. I was led across to him and made to stand in front of him so that our noses were actually touching. I think the fear I was feeling had robbed me of an erection and my penis was flaccid. Amora passed a strap round our waists and pulled it tight so that we were now in contact over the whole front of our body." Don't talk, don't move. Madame X will be here within the hour." Amora seated herself on a chair and started to read a book.

The man and I stood toe to toe, nose to nose and eye to eye. I have never found naked men exciting; for me to be excited they have to have a wig on and be wearing panties and bras but now something strange was happening. I didn't want the man to think he excited me so I tried to remain calm but my penis was betraying me; it began to rise and the blood began to pump into my member. It now stood between us like a flag pole. I tried to think of anything that would lessen my excitement but my cock stayed hard. The man's tongue started to push against my lips, I didn't want this but my cock was working to a different hymn sheet. 

Amora seemed not to notice. Both our hard cocks were now pressed together. My tongue did not reciprocate his action; I didn't want this. I wanted to break away but I was cowed into submission by the atmosphere of the dungeon. Finally a door opened and although I couldn't see her I knew that Madame X had entered. Amora instantly stood and bowed his head; there was a higher authority in the room.

"Slave listen carefully; these are your instructions.

"There is no safe word. I will be guided by your pleading. Nothing is off limits; I will do as I please. If it all gets too much you will beg and plead and hope that I take pity on you. I will make no permanent marks on your body; every mark I make will be gone within two weeks. You will do as I say at all times. Now is your one chance to finish your stupid dream. Say now if you want it to stop."

Something inside me said I should stop the session but this was my only chance to live my dream and anyway I didn't want to forfeit the cash. I stayed mute; I said nothing. She gave me two minutes and then she said "Right."

Amora unstrapped us and I turned to face Madame X. For a minute she allowed me to take in the sight of her. She wore thigh length black boots with stiletto heels. The tops of her black stockings could be seen above her boots. Her stockings were held up by suspenders attached to a black corset, the top of which totally covered her breasts. She was endowed with totally black hair and it was cut into a classic bob. Madame X was a little sturdier than I had anticipated but the whole look was severe and stunning. I was completely impressed. "Look no more slave; you head will be bowed from now on."

I cast my gaze to the floor and tried to calm my trembling body. Was it cold or was I just terrified? Madame now spoke "Your naked accomplice is Ian. Turn to face him. Now put your arms round each other. Now kiss and keep kissing till I tell you to stop. French kissing; use your tongues!"

Once again; this is not what I wanted to do. His tongue was inside my mouth; it was like a wet eel exploring every corner of my mouth. My penis starts to rise again; this didn't go unnoticed by Madam who exclaimed, "Oh look Amora; our slave likes men; he's a homosexual."

While we kissed preparations were made for my enslavement. Minutes later we were pulled apart and I was led to the side of the room. My ankles were strapped and I was hoisted up in the air feet first. My head stayed on the floor and rested on a pillow. The rest of me hung in mid air. Next my ankles were winched apart and under Madame x's instruction Amora got to work. My anus was greased and a dildo was produced. The dildo was forced into my backside and I was given a good fucking. While this was happening Madame donned a pair of gloves and started to rub some lotion onto my balls. They started to sting and burn, "Just some Deep Heat slave, to help you relax."

Ian was now guided over and made to squat above my face, "Start rimming slave," Madame commanded. I gently licked his anus but soon got the message that more was required when I received a stinging slap to my balls. I redoubled my efforts and tried my hardest to insert my tongue into his back passage.

Soon Madame was tired of this game and I was lowered to the floor. Ian was moved to one side. I was dragged to the other side of the room and made to sit in a sling. The sling kept my legs apart and my balls and prick dangling. Electrodes were attached to my balls and cock and a tens machine was set in motion. Shocks were delivered at random; some gentle, some agonising, some short and some long. As this was going on Madame was attaching clamps and weights to my nipples. The weights were swung and pulled and twisted till my nipples were in agony. 

The shocks to my cock and balls I could take but the pain in my nipples was unendurable. I resorted to begging and pleading to get the pain stopped but the punishment went on. Now the clamps and weights were removed and Madame started to whip my nipples with a small leather crop. My pleading became manic; I started to yelp and howl. Ian was watching and all the time slowly masturbating his cock, enjoying my extreme discomfort.

"We need a rest slave," said Madame as she stopped the torture. I was lowered and released and made to kneel while more preparations were made. A rubber mat was placed on the floor. Ian was made to lie on it and then I was instructed to follow suit. We lay in the 69 position side by side. "Now," instructed Madame, "Get your cocks into each others mouths." Ian was circumcised and had a fair sized member; I slipped it into my mouth and felt him do the same to me. Madame continued, "I get two hours rest now before we continue; during that time those cocks will stay in your mouths. Do you understand?"

I answered as best I could with a cock in my mouth, "Yes Madame." I believe Ian answered as well. 

"Good; now a little present before I go. Amora, pee over them." Amora obliged by pissing all over us. "Two hours and then we carry on slave. Sleep if you can but keep that cock in place." Saying this she turned and left. Amora retired to the easy chair and settled down. The evaporating pee drew the heat from our bodies and we both began to shiver; worse still the pee began to stink. I wondered what other trials I had to endure.

To be continued...



Now I Can Ch. 03



After a lottery win our subject is able to indulge his wildest fantasies; after a spunk filled panty fest he moved on to the bdsm scene. We catch up with him half way through a session. There is some scat play here so don't continue if this offends you.

I must have dozed for a while because I was woken by a sharp kick to the backside from Amora. "Slave, you don't have a cock in your mouth," another kick swiftly followed. "Get it in, now!" Another kick stung me into action; I grabbed for Ian's cock with my lips and sucked it into my mouth. It instantly grew in size and now it was easier to keep it in place; so to make life easier I kept my head bobbing backwards and forwards on his cock. Suddenly the door burst open and Madame X entered.

"Stop moving slave. I didn't say you could enjoy yourself." Then, moving her attention to Ian she said, "Get up. Go and clean up and while you're out the back get something to eat. Feel free to have a beer as well, but don't pee. 

Madame now turned to me, "Slave; get on your knees. The mat's wet; suck up the stale pee and lick the mat clean". The pee was now two hours old and smelling quite a bit but I diligently sucked it all up and then used my tongue to lick the mat clean. My two tormentors were busy in the corner of the room getting something ready for me. I waited on my knees till I got the call. "Slave. Over here, now!" I crawled over to Madame where there was an examination table. 

I climbed up and lay on my back and Amora fastened me down with ankle straps and wrist cuffs while Madame rummaged in a drawer and produced a tray of sterile needles. My heart started to pound and my cock started to jump around as though it had a will of its own. I had experimented with needles in the past and had managed to insert needles through my nipples; it looked now as though it was my nipples that were going to suffer.

They were still sore from the abuse they had received earlier but it seemed they might get even sorer. I had expected the needles just to go through the nipple but Madame inserted each needle into the edge of the areola and then forced it through to the opposite side; one needle crossways left to right, one vertical top to bottom and then the same on the other nipple. As each needle was pushed through the pain was intense especially as it exited on the opposite side. It really seemed that Madame enjoyed this procedure and when she had finished she stood back to admire her handy work. I think she wasn't happy with the result because she then went to work on my actual nipples; two needles to the left one and two to the right.

I enjoyed the pain; I enjoyed the hurt; I was excited beyond belief. "Now slave, we are going to work on your cock head. Madame looked me in the eye as she said this and I knew she was going to enjoy my suffering.

"Madame I've got a problem," I mumbled.

"Oh, what is it slave?"

"I've tried this myself and whenever the needle first enters my cock I climax straight away," I admitted.

"Oh dear; I certainly don't want your spunk splashing all over the place do I?" No answer was required or expected. "Amora. Suck the slaves cock and make him climax and don't swallow his cum. I think he wants to do that."

Amora leant forward and took my cock in her hand and then slipped her lips over it. She worked to an urgent beat and very soon my cock exploded in her mouth. Keeping her mouth closed she released my penis and moved to the head of the table. I knew what was required; I opened my mouth and Amora allowed the spunk to drip past her lips and into my waiting mouth. To ensure I had it all she then cleared her mouth and spat a mixture of spit and cum into the back of my throat. 

My cock was no longer hard and Madame grasped it in her left hand leaving just the head exposed. She waved a two inch needle in front of me so I could see what was going to happen. She positioned it on the right of my penis head and then pushed it in; she kept up the pressure and the needle moved slowly into my cock; it seemed she had to push really hard to get it moving through my cock head. The pain I felt was strong and intense and seemed never ending. I wanted to close my eyes but something in me made me keep watching. The needle reached the other side and the skin started to bulge where the needle was trying to make its exit. A little extra push and a twist of the needle from Madame and the needle burst through my skin on the left of my bell end.

"Look, slave." Madame squeezed my cock head and my pee hole opened up; I could see that the needle had hit dead centre and passed right through my pee tube. "Like some more slave?"

I planned to say no but heard myself saying, "Yes Madame; more please."

Two more needles skewered my cock, each one from back to front. One to the right of my pee hole and one to the left. Madame was delighted and Amora seemed to be quite excited as well. "Amora; lets seal the deal." Said Madame. Amora knew what was required and picked up a red candle from the corner table. She struck a match and lit the candle. She allowed it to burn for a while and then expertly dripped scalding hot wax over my penis and then over each nipple.

A lever was pulled on the bed and my head fell backwards so I was looking at the wall some three feet away. Ian now re-entered the room and was beckoned across to the table by Madame. "I expect you need a pee by now slave." This was addressed to Ian.

"Yes Ma'am," was the answer.

"I want a shot up each nostril and the rest in his mouth," she instructed as she pointed down at me. Ian obliged by positioning his cock hard up against my right nostril and then after a short pause a blast of pee jetted into my nose and blasted down my throat. I coughed and spluttered and my eyes watered. The same procedure was enacted on my left nostril and then the rest of his pee was directed into my mouth. The pee was strong in taste and in smell; I drank most of it but inevitably some ran down my face.

My head was raised again and then without a word they all walked out of the room and I was left alone, a piss soaked pin cushion.

Time passed and I began to get cramps because I couldn't move. Of course the taste of piss stayed in my mouth and the pain of the needles throbbed through my cock and nipples.

I started to fight against the restraints but of course it was to no avail. I suspect I was being watched on closed circuit television because soon after I started struggling the door opened and my two tormentors returned. Madame untied my hands and then handed me a swath of lint dressing. Then without ceremony she yanked the pins out of my cock head. Like a flash I clamped the dressing onto my cock and squeezed hard in an effort to stem the bleeding. 

After five minutes Madame pushed my hands away leaving the dressing in place. She then proceeded to wrap my penis and balls in bandages. She wrapped it tightly and securely so that my prick and balls just looked like a white tennis ball dangling between my legs. My legs were unclamped and I was helped to get down. A spreader bar was fitted to my ankles and I was made to stand in the middle of the room with my hands on my head.

"You ever been kicked in the balls slave?" enquired Madame X. She didn't wait for an answer but carried on. "I want no sound and you stay standing. You understand?"

"Yes Madame I understand."

"You think you can do it slave," Madame asked. "I'm going to help by giving you an incentive. Every noise you make you get five strokes of the cane. Every time you drop to the floor you get ten strokes."

No answer was required; my fate was sealed. Madame stood in front of me and then drew her foot back. She lashed out and made contact with my cock and ball package. I yelped in pain and dropped to the floor. Not a good start. When I was able to stand again I was given the fifteen strokes by Amora.

Madame looked me in the eye and said, "Let's try that again slave."

The result was the same and I took another fifteen lashes. The fire in my balls was equalled by the fire of my burning ass. Something had to give. For the next kick to the cock and balls I yelped but managed to stay standing. Only five strokes this time.

On the next kick no sound came from me. Madame put a hand on each of my shoulders and said, "Very good slave." Her face was one inch from mine; she looked me in the eye and then my world collapsed. She had used her knee to unleash the most violent crushing blow to my encased balls. I fell to the floor crying. The pain was intense. Now, as I was lying there Amora administered another twenty strokes. 

While this was all happening I was vaguely aware that Ian had been in and out of the room sever times. As the pain subsided I got to my knees and looked across to see Ian standing next to a table. It had been laid with four places. On three plates there was an appetising sausage roll with a side salad. The forth plate was empty apart from a few shreds of lettuce.

"Dinner," shrilled Ian. We all took our places at the table; I was directed to the virtually empty plate. Knives and forks were raised ready to eat and then Madame exclaimed, "Oh dear; the slave didn't get a sausage roll. What a shame. Shall we fix that for him?"

Madame stood up; Amora removed the seat cushion on Madame's chair revealing a chair base with a round hole in it; Madame dropped her pants and sat back down on the chair. Now Amora whisked away my plate and held it under Madame's chair. Madame X farted and strained and then released a turd onto my plate. Amora placed the plate in front of me then whisked away my serviette to clean Madame's bum. My serviette was returned. The seat was returned to its complete state. 

Madame then came to my side and leaned over my plate; she spat onto the lettuce and then slowly dribbled more spit onto the plate. She returned to her seat and the three of them calmly started to eat their meal. Madame looked at me and raised her eyebrow as if to say, "What are you waiting for."

I lifted my knife and fork and cut into the brown mess on my plate. The smell of the scat was strong and it got stronger as I exposed the warm centre of the turd. I raised a small portion to my mouth and just let it sit against my closed lips for a few seconds then I opened my mouth and slipped it in. Experimentally I chewed; I decided I liked the taste and chewed some more. My cock came to life and started to fight against the restraining bandage producing a very uncomfortable feeling. 

I knew this was bdsm and I wasn't supposed to enjoy being made to eat shit, but sorry, I was enjoying it. I scooped up another forkful and popped it in. I chewed and I swallowed and all the time I was engulfed in the smell of Madame's shit. I ate everything on my plate and then licked it clean. I was the first to finish and was pleased as punch.

When we had all finished I was led to the centre of the room and the pins were removed from my nipples. Once again wads of cotton wool were needed to stem the flow of blood.

"Well slave it's time or your final fucking." Having said this Madame led me to a set of stocks and clamped my head and hands in place. Ian came round to the front of me and stood with his cock armed and ready. Behind me Amora was ready to go into action; I tried to relax as she rammed her cock into my ass. I opened my lips ready to receive Ian's cock; it slipped past my lips and rested for a while on my tongue. I moved my tongue from side to side on the underside of his prick; I closed my lips and sucked. Ian started to move backward and forwards; on each thrust his member went deeper into my mouth. I gagged a little but this was ignored. 

I was impaled from each end. Ian's thrusting became more intense and he started grunting; then he pulled his penis back so it was sitting just inside my mouth. He used his fingers to work on his shaft and then with a shudder he came. The spunk flooded my mouth; it was unlike any other taste; it seemed to me to be the nectar of the gods. Warm, succulent and creamy. Ian removed his cock which allowed me to use my mouth and tongue to full advantage. I moved the spunk from side to side; I moved it to the back of my mouth and then forward again. I could define the different textures. There was part of the spunk that seemed to have body to it as I pressed it against the roof of my mouth. Some of it had a stringiness and as I passed it through my teeth it moved through the gaps like bits of string.

Suddenly the thrusting at my backside stopped and Amora's penis was pulled out. She came round to the front of me, pulled the condom off and tried to get her prick into my mouth. Her aim was good but she didn't make it all the way her prick erupted in front of my face. My mouth was open so most of it shot onto my tongue; the rest splashed over my face. Once again I revelled in the exquisite taste of spunk. 

"Slave, you've had far too much enjoyment. I think we'll make you pay for that. Fifty lashes," said Madame. "Fifty lashes from my favourite whip."

One by one the lashes came; I counted each one and thrilled at the touch of the whip. Then by ten strokes the thrill was gone and pain replaced it. By twenty I was sure that I could take no more. The pace slowed and after each count I started to beg for mercy. By thirty I was pleading in the most pathetic way but still the lashes came. By forty I was offering cash incentives to Madame to make her stop. She was a true professional and she carried on to fifty.

She came to the front of me, stooped down and said, "One more kick slave. One more kick to your cock and balls. It's going to hurt and the pain is going to be with you for the next hour while you stay here. Enjoy!"

She disappeared from my sight and I waited for the kick to happen; nothing came and I waited some more. Five minutes went by then I heard a movement. As contact was made with my balls I screamed and my entire body tensed, then I realised it wasn't the kick it was just a bluff. This chain of events happened three more times and each time I thought it was the big one. The fifth contact was not a bluff, it was the real thing and I thought my balls had been busted open. I tried to drop to my knees and couldn't because the stocks were strangling me. I couldn't stop moaning and groaning, I broke out in a cold sweat. I wanted to pass out but had to hang on to consciousness so I could support myself.

After a short time I realised I was alone. The excitement was gone and I was left with the pain and the throbbing. I tried to concentrate on the positives which should have been the taste of cum and shit in my mouth but without the sexual arousal these lost their attraction.

A lot of time passed and I judged that I must have been in the stocks for close on two hours. Eventually Amora came and released me; the spreader was removed and I was allowed to dress. I was shown the way out; I turned my back on that Paddington flat and resolved to live on the memories rather than go through the realities again.

When I got home I removed the bandage from my cock and balls; they were black and blue all over and oh so tender but at least they were intact.