0 comments/ 1200395 views/ 12 favorites Letter From Lola By: lolastories Hi Baby, So I have been thinking about this series of scenarios and want to share them with you. I am sure that you will be glad to see me after over a month of celibacy. I know I will be very excited to see you. I may not wear underwear to pick you up from the airport. I think I will wear something low cut so that you can see just a hint of cleavage. Maybe a skirt so that I am all the more accessible to you and your hands. I will be in my car just outside so that I don't have to go to the parkade (really) and my darling Bunny will come out the door with his crushing amount of luggage on a luggage cart so that his hands are free to give me a sweet hug and luscious kiss. After we have loaded it into the trunk and squeezed the lid shut we pile in and neck for a few more minutes in the privacy of the car. Your lips are so soft and I get this overwhelming feeling of pleasure. It is almost too much to be able to touch you after this long. I can feel my pussy flooding with the sheer touch of your skin on mine. I want you so badly but the airport traffic official keeps waving that orange flashlight to move us along and so we must depart. Somehow we manage to make it to the hotel I have made reservations at with very few near death experiences. I can't keep my hands away from you during the drive and kiss you at every opportunity. It is so very delicious. I run my hand down your chest and to your cock. It is thickening with my touch and keeps getting stiffer as I rub it softly through your pants. I can feel the heat emanating from it as you moan a bit. Your hands have freed my nipples from my top and they are jutting out in readiness for sucking. The cooler air is making them hard as rocks. They get even harder when you gently lick them and leave them wet and aching for more. I have my legs spread as wide as possible given the fact that I am driving and am treated to the sensation of your fingers gently moving up my thighs to touch my smoothly shaved pussy. I am dripping wet and catch my breath abruptly when your fingers come in contact with my swollen lips. It is like an electric shock that anything could feel so good. It is like when you first touched me and I can barely keep my eyes open much less concentrate on my driving. There is no way that I want you to stop though. I just unconsciously hold your cock firmly and can feel the front of your jeans dampen with pre-cum. I have to go in to get the key because your erection is far too apparent for dealing with the public. Luckily we can drive the car very close to the door to the elevator that takes us to the 9th floor. As I turn the key in the lock we are greeted with the sight of an extremely scantily clad bombshell holding a tray of drinks She is very busty and has a corset on that doesn't quite cover her nipples. Her skirt is so short you can see her bald pussy peeking out. She has fish net stockings on (which I forgot to draw) that are held up with a garter belt. Her hips are ample and her ass round and full. Her only purpose for the night is to make us cum again and again. She is our fuck toy to do whatever we want to. It helps that she is a nymphomaniac and enjoys sex in all its forms so much that she can't go a day without. In fact her cunt is so wet that she is dripping down her leg already with anticipation of our sex fest. Behind her, sitting on the edge of the hot tub is a man that is fully naked. He is a nondescript young guy with a hard on. He seems to be of the snowboarder genre but doesn't talk much. At the moment he is moaning as he fucks his hand with his very lubricated cock. It isn't as big as yours but is still thick and so very hard. He is watching a tv intently and as our eyes go to the screen we see a young college girl in a very short skirt (pulled up to her waist) and tube top (pulled down just below her aereolas) bent over a fully clothed man in a chair. The man is apparently a teacher. They are mostly hidden behind his desk as the class full of students carry on with their work. The girl is at first being very subtle and almost surreptitiously unzipping the man's pants to release a very hard mammoth cock. Her eyes widen as she sees the challenge in front of her but she bravely opens her mouth and tentatively licks the length of his penis with a wide flat tongue. Then hardening her tongue she rubs the point of it all around the head and back down again. She lifts his balls out of his pants gently and starts to lather them softly with her tongue. As you and I watch this very hot scene I notice that the bombshell has been keeping pace with the film and doing the same things to you as the girl in the movie does to her teacher. I start to finger myself watching your cock jutting out from your jeans getting sucked very lasciviously by this sexy woman on her knees in front of you. I look back at the movie, as do you, to see that the girl has been becoming less and less concerned about concealing her activities and is now moaning as she franticly bobs her head up and down on the teachers thick member. The teacher has his head thrown back and is also moaning and saying "Yeah -mmm- such a good little cocksucker you are. -mmmm- Fuck- yeah- suck it baby suck it all down -take it all. -mmm-your mouth is so hot- so wet --mmmm-"The class full of students is getting restless and we see a few shots of them starting to undress or rub themselves. One guy is so excited already that he has gotten on his knees behind the blowjob girl and has started working his tool into the girl's obviously very tight and very wet cunt. This makes her moan even more as she continues to lick and rub the cock and balls in her mouth. She briefly pulls out her huge breasts entirely from the tube top to rub them and wrap them around her teacher's dick in order to tit fuck him. He likes the sight of this and pinches her nipples until they are very pink and hard.He grabs her hair and is so horny that he pushes her head down on his cock like it was a pussy and starts to fuck her mouth hard. The guy behind her responds in kind and they are both fucking her hard for all they're worth. The rest of the class has also begun a mass orgy and they are all madly fucking and humping on their desktops as well as the floor and against the wall. Back at the teacher's desk the action is very intense. The girl is cumming hard and is moaning very vocally around the cock that is fucking her throat. Two other guys have come up to masturbate while watching the slutty girl get fucked so hard by two cocks. The guy behind her strokes in and out faster and faster until he pulls out to cum all over her little pink asshole. The teacher grabs her head with both hands now and holds it down and his balls tighten as he shoots directly down her throat. big spurts come dribbling back up through her mouth. The other two masturbaters are also quickly serviced with this cum filled mouth. She takes them one by one- jerking one while she sucks the other. As they finish they cum all over her tits in big globs. All this on screen sexiness has been intensified by being able to watch our girl worshiping your cock. I am still touching you, rubbing your ass and licking and biting your nipples as you are getting this amazing blowjob. She is suckling on it as though it were going to feed her (which it will) She has your pants off by now and is rubbing her tits against your legs. She plays with her pussy with one hand and strokes your balls with the other. You are so excited and so close to cumming. I can tell by your tight breath and your stiff muscles. Its as though every part of your body is erect and all focussed on this central part of the body that is your painfully hard throbbing fuck tool. I am still rubbing your cheeks and now get on my knees too to help with my mouth. I take your balls in my mouth one by one sucking them gently in and rolling them around inside then both at once. I begin to lick the base of your shaft as the girl is busy with the head and then we both start licking up and down the length. We also kiss and play with each others tongues but then resume fucking your cock with both of our mouths. The sight of two girls on your dick is enough to put you over the edge. Just before you cum you are moaning so loudly that I can feel the vibrations of your voice on my tongue. You start shooting right into the girl's mouth-involuntarily jerking your cock down her throat which is wide open for you. Your cum covers your penis and the girl and I lick it up. The room is full of the smell of sex as the heat rises from our four bodies. I kiss you as the girl finishes undressing you. You are exhausted from your ejaculatory efforts and need to relax in the hot tub. The guy beckons you over and you go to sit in the hot swirling water facing me and the girl. The guy sits on the edge of the tub behind you and begins to massage your neck and shoulders. I am still dressed but the girl is there to facilitate my nudity. She starts to kiss me and run her hands up and down the sides of my body. I respond to her touch and am very turned on by now from all the sex so far. My whole body is aching for an orgasm and I am already pushing my cunt against her, humping her leg. She runs her fingers through my hair and then lifts it out of the way as she nibbles and sucks on my ear very softly. My top is being unbuttoned at the same time and I feel my breasts being cupped and lifted halfway out of my shelf bra. She works her way down my throat to my tits with her mouth and gently licks my nipples as she cups and lifts the whole of my tits in her hands- massaging them tenderly. She licks and suckles and I bend my head down and join her with my mouth, sharing our tongues on my nipple. This is making my nipples so wet and hard. They are burning with the need for more. My back is arched to offer my tits up as much as I can. With my shoulders back, I slip my top to the floor and at that she frees a hand from my jutting bust to push my skirt down .It falls to my ankles. I grab her slutty ass and pull her towards me as I grind into her thigh with my slippery pussy. I am sucking madly on her protruding breasts and she has her head flung back. I lift her skirt (such as it is) and feel her full creamy ass under my hands. I part her cheeks, pour some lube on and and slide my hand up and down her crack pulling her closer still to me. My finger finds her ass bud and I push against it making her moan and hunch her own pelvis against my hip. As far as she comes forward to slide her cuntlips up and down me, she pushes her ass back to meet my fingers at her anal entrance. She lubes my ass and proceeds to do the same thing to me and soon we are both clutching each other's ass cheeks, spreading them wide for you and the guy to see as we massage each other's hot crevices while mashing our pussies together, rubbing clitoris on clitoris. The gushing slippery sounds are only drowned out by our urgent whimpers and panting The girl's breathing becomes very erratic and she is making hard jerky movements with her hips and is pulling my clit into her pussy as she fucks hard against me. She pants and begs for me to for me to "fuck...unnggh... my ass... unnggh.. now ..unngghh now!!" I slide two fingers into her ass and she is taut with excitement. I can feel the contractions of her pussy start though the membrane between her ass and her cunt. I have to feel it closer and shove two fingers of my other hand into her cunt. She is abandoning any propriety she ever had with her wild thrashing as she cums hard on my fingers fucking her two holes. She is grunting out "Fuck me...Fuck me...uunngh...baby fuck me" When her orgasm subsides into whimpers I carefully extricate my hands and she leads me to a towel and pillows spread out in front of you guys by the jacuzzi. She gently lays me down for a serious lick session. I am overheated like crazy but manage to calm down enough to allow her to start slowly by again giving attention to my heaving cleavage. She takes as much of one in her mouth as she can before turning to the other and doing the same. My tits are slick with her saliva and my nipples are intensely sensitive and hard in the cool air. She doesn't think they are slick enough though, and pours lube all over them. I am moaning as she massages and slides her hands up and down my torso, tweaking and rubbing my nipples. Still slipping her hands all over me she moves her head to my mound. She kisses and licks the upper v without going anywhere near my clitoris. She softly kisses the outer lips by hardly touching them but her hot breath is driving me mad. With her tongue relaxed and flat she slowly licks me where my inner leg meets my outer labia. I am pushing my cunt up now as I get so hot I can barely stand it. She does not allow me more access to her tongue but moves slightly away- teasing me further. She has thoroughly soaked one side of my outer labia and moves to the other side. She takes the puffy lips wholly in her mouth one by one and runs her tongue up and down the exterior sides and then the interior sides. My cunt is so engorged at this point she can barely fit the lips in her mouth and my clit is so erect that it is increasingly difficult for her to avoid it protruding from the top of my snatch. after what seems an eternity she pulls her mouth away a little, stiffens her tongue and again barely touching me at all runs her tongue up the middle of my slit. She does this about four times and each time I get a heated shudder of frustration and anticipation. The fifth time, she takes her hands and spreads my pussy as wide as she can. My clitoris is on fire as she proceeds to run her tongue again from vag to clit very slowly and barely touching with a semi hard tongue. Then when it is almost more than I can bear, she relaxes her tongue and flatly licks up again, this time pushing a bit. I moan loudly-from relief and tension and because my body wants that tongue so badly I would beg for it. She repeats this action very slowly and each time she pushes down a bit more with her head until the pressure and rapidity are just right. I am really moaning and spreading my legs as far as I can. It feels so fucking good to have this brazen whore licking my pussy. She allows me to hold my cuntlips open as she pulls my ass cheeks apart and returns one hand to my lubed up crack. There are several vibrators within arm's reach of her and she grabs a rather wide short one with her other hand. Turning the vibrator on to a medium setting she places it at the mouth of my pussy. It is very thick and needs to be worked in slowly even though my cunt is dripping wet. Now there is attention being paid to my entire genital region- it is the most amazing feeling. It is like the rest of my body doesn't exist. I love having her finger rhythmically pushing ever so slightly into my ass-having her fuck my cunt with that broad vibrating dick (now turned on high) and licking my clitoris sooo softly at the same time. Every muscle in my body is tensed and I am so ready. At this point she rolls her tongue into a tube and begins to use it as a tiny vagina to fuck my extremely erect clitoris. In and out. I want to entirely consume her into my cunt and push her head down into my pussy and beg her to "suck on my clitoris -suck it hard and fuck me harder -in both of my holes. I need it - hard - fuck my tight ass - pound my cunt -hard- mmmm- sooo good-such a great little cuntlicker- keep sucking baby-suck! Yeah- drill that finger in - as far as you can- up my ass baby-mmmm- so good -now faster-yeah- ram it uunngh, fuck- baby, I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cumming so fucking hard- uuuunnngghh fuck uuunnnghhh The pumping grinding licking and fucking of my whole cunt and ass is too fucking much and I start uncontrollably exploding in waves of contractions that go on and on. I am jerking and spasming and can barely keep her attached to my cunt. It is sooo good and seems to last forever but it does finally subside and I am able to see again. I am greeted with the sight of the both of you guys sitting on the edge of the hot tub jerking your extremely stiff cocks. To be continued... (I have to get to my sociology class so I will lick you later.) Love Lola Letter from Los Angeles: Ms. Scunt Dear Shoeblossom, My name is Eliza Scunthorpe, a keyholder in Los Angeles I have read Leland T___'s whining letter to you and I want to clear things up! For instance there's Parrish! Parrish is a favorite client of mine. He is on a relatively lenient schedule--he is allowed to orgasm about once every other week. And he has privileges I don't usually grant to clients I'm not attracted to--Parrish is allowed to worship my body! Many submissives are broken emotionally when I deny them my beautiful breasts--Horatius is one...on a cum every 2 month schedule-- Horatius must suffer, naked and bound while I pull and rub oil on my full mammaries while telling him how he's not allowed to touch them. "That's right Horatius" I murmur, as I pour oil all over my full cleavage, occasionally stroking his purple shaft. "Only big boys are allowed to suck on these...all you get to do is watch!" Sometimes Horatius cries bitterly before I lock him up and send him home chaste again, a sad little 47 year old carpet store chain owner! But Parrish is, along with being rich, quite attractive. So while his penis is cruelly pierced and attached to his scrotal sack, I let my Parri suck and rub my big boobies for an hour before going down to lick my vagina until I scream. Parrish sucks and kisses every inch of my body...legs, inner thighs, armpits...it's incredible, and sometimes I cum five or six times before its over... I sometimes ride his face, nearly smothering him as he slurps away... and then I have him lick out my ass crack! "Ms. Scunthorpe" Parrish has often told me..."You are the ultimate in vaginal honey." Throughout the experience, of course, I will rub my long fingers about his struggling dickie. When we 69, he is licking my slit, stimulating the labia with his long tongue, while I just run my finger up and down his pierced, bound shaft...it's just too much for him! I make him use a dildo on me... telling him how much more rewarding it is than his puny cock. (Though actually, Parrish has a beautiful big thing, but of course it's all locked up 90% of the time). Then the poor thing, his purple pierced penis bouncing and rolling about between his legs, must go home. It's tough on such a young guy! Once every two weeks, however, I let Parrish fuck me, and cum! And then he must lick it all out, and then get locked back up again. Horatius, on the other hand, who gets to squirt every 2 months...must cum while rubbing his cock against a chair leg with his hands cuffed behind him! Horatius is always complaining bitterly that I don't give any attention to his cock. So one day I came by his office, and demanded that he take down his pants...I unlocked his cock and, rubbing it until it became hard, put it right under the paper cutter! (Horatius is old fashioned, and doesn't have a printer). I kept running the blade down, just barely touching his hard cock, and asking Horatius if I could cut it off...and put the cock in a jar to put on my mantel! "Just think, Horatius" I crooned sweetly as he sweated, in acute fear, "Then you wouldn't have to complain about not getting to cum. I could cut your balls off with this thing, too!" After I locked Horatius up again and left the office, he didn't complain about my neglecting his wee-wee anymore. Emmett is one of my Woodshed clients. My Woodshed is a lovely thing, as are all woodsheds. They not usually subject to building codes or permits, nor does it require a great investment in time or money. My Woodshed treatments have always been good for clients. Darrell, chief executive officer of a retailer, said the spankings he received from me made him "disciplined, detailed and organized." Tyler, a shipping magnate has screamed with utter agony when I've tied him to the ceiling rafters and laid into his bare rump with my cat o' nine tails, a horsehide whip with steel balls at the end of nine separate strands! Umberto N., an admissions director for a private schooln he learned from my woodshed punishments that "tough love is better than soft love." And Emmet has had the same experiences! When he arrives, I instruct Emmet to clean some area of the house...and he always does a bad job. A dreamy architect, Emmet doesn't pay attention to dusty corners, and I feel it's my duty to open his eyes just a bit! The other day I had him grounding out bathroom tiles with a toothbrush, and oh, how he bollixed that up. "Daydreaming, are we?" I asked, coming up behind him on my Capezios. Emmet, distressed, looked up at me, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Scunthorpe, the job is almost done." "I think not, Emmet." I said. "You have been in here half an hour, and it's not even half done, and some of these tiles are positively grimy, still." I shook my head. "I think you don't value a clean bathroom--because you are slovenly." Emmet babbled. "No, no...I'm not--I'm trying--" I sighed. "No, once again, I invite you over here, hoping that I can perhaps make love to you, as a responsible, mature man, but you always disappoint--" Of course Emmet brightens at the "make love" part, but then shrinks back as I grab his shoulder, dragging him out of the bathroom. And it's off to the Woodshed! "Take off your pants and underpants." I ordered. But as he whined and begged, I slapped him roundly, and ordered that he strip to the buff, before tying him to a nice wooden carpenter's horse. The Woodshed is filled with instruments-- two by fours, paddles, dog-whips-- By the time I have worked through my collection, Emmet is covered in welts and sores, and is weeping and sobbing from the intense pain. Then, instead of taking him back to tie him to the bed, I just turn his scorched buttocks over on the carpenter's horse, re-tie him, and finally unlock his chastity device... And a pleasant hour is spent stroking and toying with Emmet's unfortunate member, rubbing and polishing it with a variety of soft lubes and scents... And oh, after weeks and weeks without an orgasm, Emmet becomes far more focused on whether I might allow him relief than he was cleaning my bathroom floor, eh? This before finally re-locking the device, collecting my fee, and sending my sobbing boy home! I keep wondering if he'll ever be able to clean a room to my specifications...but somehow I doubt it! Constantly, I have men who, despite their professed desire to have their orgasms properly regulated, are constantly trying to find a way to cum. Vince is one such man,he has a Toyota dealership, and he is, I'm afraid, bound and determined to cum during my teases, because scheming is in the car salesman's soul. Watching Vince, as he kneels naked on a hassock, his hands locked behind him, is instructive. I am carefully toying with his engorged penis, running my attractive violet nails lighty up and down it, and Vince is biting his tongue, holding still so he may get a release... As if I wouldn't be aware of that ruse! 
 Imagine him, staring down my blouse as I pull and stroke his turgid organ, running my long, lube-slicked fingers across the bulging, purple, 83 day denied head. "Vince!" I said, stopping the mind-bending massage abruptly. "What are you doing?" He is precariously kneeling on the hassock, and startled, he nearly falls off. "What, Ms. Scunthorpe? What am I doing?" I smile inwardly, watching him writhing in his handcuffs. I was tempted to cuff Vince's hands behind his head,but I knew he'd have no balance then. I have another client, Tariq, who performs at the Freud Playhouse in the Los Angeles Ballet. Tariq has excellent balance, and so when I manually tease him, not only do I cuff his hands behind his head, but I make him stand on one foot on a high stool! That is truly hilarious watching the world famous Petruchio in "The Taming of the Shrew" and Titania's Cavalier in "A Midsummer Night's Dream" trying to keep his balance while I tickle his frenulum, and watch his other leg swinging around behind him! But Vince is pathetic. "What am I doing wrong, Ms.Scunthorpe?" he asked. "Why, you're trying to cum without permission, instead of just enjoying the tease." I said crisply. Vince looked both bewildered and rather haggard, as I had been teasing his cock and balls nonstop for nearly three hours. 
 I reached behind me and found a nice abrasive wire brush, used generally for scouring rust off ships. (The kind with the bristles all around.) I smiled at Vince, and then whacked him hard in the tip of the cock with the wire brush. Vince screamed, gritted his teeth, and again tried to pull free of the handcuffs. "Vincent, you are guilty of attempting to get an unearned orgasm, and besoiling my hands with your spooge." I said acidly. "Normally, when you are allowed to cum, you jerk off, and then lick it up, about once every 90 days... So I don't have to deal with the mess, but here you are, trying to make a nasty mess in my hand by manipulating your cock against my fingers!" I began grimly rubbing my wire brush against his shriveling cock as he begged desperately for mercy. Vincent knows that I am not fooling around... When I've been displeased with him in the past, I've made him wear "hair shorts" sort of like a religious hair shirt for mortification. The shorts covered in coarse cloth and animal hair gave Vincent acute discomfort for two weeks or so...and I'd lock it on. Other times I had him wear a penile cilice--a spiked metal chain strapped tight from his anus and winding round his organ, and locked into the chastity device, making his erections even more of a discomfort!. As I scrubbed the brush, Vincent's cock became like a tiny pinkie that had been crushed beneath the wheels of a Mack truck. I pulled the penis out to its longest and ran the wire bristles vigorously over the glans, the scrotum, the shaft and the testicles...Vincent's eyes watered, but I ignored him. As I dragged it along the sensitive skin, Vince gritted his teeth, and bit his lip to keep from screaming--he knows I don't like whiny boys! Finally I stopped, dropping the now somewhat bloodstained wire brush. I just sat and watched him kneeling on the hassock, weeping bitterly. I will admit that I often feel a surge of accomplishment when I can make a man cry! When Vincent finally calmed down, I put a handkerchief to his nose and encouraged him to blow, and then I tenderly wiped his face off. Then, of course I splashed witch hazel all over his genitals,which set him off screaming again, but we must be hygienic! Finally I said, "Now I want to train you so you will go limp when I order it, Vince...this business of trying to get a squirtie illegally is not going to happen." So I took my top off and fluffed up my cleavage in my nice embroidered double fuschia lace corset with push up padding. I let my hair down, tossing my head so the curls bounced round my bare shoulders. I then squirted more lube in my hands and began rubbing and stroking his cock again, leaning in so he could see the depths of my full pink breasts. "Don't you wish you could lick a nipple, Vince?" I teased. I pulled and stroked his cock until it was large and straining again...it looked like poor Vince was on the verge of cumming... "Now then" I said seductively. "I want you to go limp, Vince. Think of something else, and go limp for me." Vincent shook his head. "I can't!" Actually I couldn't blame him, my red nails were causing all sorts of havoc down there, and of course he was having quite a time of it... But I reached over and got the wire brush and waved it in his face. Vincent panicked, but then closed his eyes and tried to think of something gross... I kept stroking and tickling his cock and balls, and pinched his right nipple to get him to notice me again... Vincent's cock was getting bigger, not smaller...I leaned over and grabbed a car ariel from the coffee table. Although I re-invented myself as Eliza Scunthorpe, learning my manners from a submissive English butler, I was once Suzette D'Amico, war lord for the East Los Angeles Street Damsels...and I knew how to use a car ariel to sting! WHACK! THWAP! The car ariel slammed twice against Vince's cock and he screamed, and as he howled I landed it four more times on his penis until it was tiny again. Then I took the brush and resumed ministrations. By the end of the session, Vincent would go limp when I gave him the order, even when I stripped off my top, pushed my nipples in his chest and my tongue in his mouth! It was very gratifying to finally have some penile obedience! Of course I have my problem clients, such as Alan, who needs the strictest discipline. Alan is a corrupt building inspector. He neglects his wife and children to come see me with the bribe money...since he has not slept with his wife in years, I have him in an especially secure chastity lock. Once a week, when Alan comes to see me, the tease is especially vicious. I bind him against a St. Andrew's cross, and then unlock his device, and then strip to bra and panties... Alan loves my breasts, as do all men, but he also is quite enthralled with my rear end. I wear a thong, and spend twenty minutes rubbing my full cheeks against his engorged cock, until it is trembling miserably, and Alan is breathing in short, punctuated bursts! I bend over pulling down the thong and spread my cheeks, showing Alan my winkie... "Wouldn't you like to screw me back here, darling...or even kiss it...but you can't because you're a disgusting corrupt bereaucrat! Sad." Then I move back and push my soft buttocks cheeks around the trembling, sweating tip of Alan's neglected cock. "It feels so smooth, right, baby? You like that, don't you?" Moving my cheeks back and forth, letting my asshole just pucker over Alan's bulging glans is such a pleasure..and then pulling back and whispering in Alan's ear... "Baby...don't you want to fuck my little bung-hole...but you're such a wimpie boy that you have to be tied down and held back...a dick as small as yours would be like losing a pencil in there anyway, right?" I then press my breasts in their push up brassiere against Alan's narrow chest watching spitefully as he gazes helplessly into the large vanilla mounds of my cleavage. "Don't say it, darling..I know you want to suck these marvelous mounds..but you can't, can you? You're just a watcher, a voyeur while everyone else in the world is having sex..." I laugh rather hysterically, and then pull away, and reposition my buttocks around his throbbing "manhood". I push and massage his dick with my cheeks again and again... Then I back off yet again, pulling my thong back up, and reach for my 32 inch polyethylene whippy cane, manufactured in Bangkok. A splendid stingy thing, it cuts the skin like a knife! I rub my fingers across the weals coating his shaft, giggling girlishly. "You can take a few little taps on your penis can't you, Alan...you're a big man, right?" "Yes ma'am" Alan says as his penis engorges again. Oh, he begins to moan with pleasure. "Yes, I've read all about you in the news, Alan, you and your building inspection ethics. Ignoring shoddy work, faulty materials, deviations from construction documents and violations of the codes..." I raise the cane and bring it down savagely against his cock five times as hard as I can. Alan's howl can probably be heard throughout the neighborhood. "Alan, I grew up in an impoverished tenement in South Central LA. My mother was on welfare and the building owner, a Mr. Rothman, got all his violations ignored...by someone just like you...and my baby brother fell through a hole in the stairwell... And I cane his cock again and again and how he screams! WHACK! SLASH! The cane leaves lovely burning stripes on Alan's engorged cock, and within a couple more strikes, his penis is wilted and bleeding. Then I rub his cock and balls with jalapeno peppers, and leave him to scream for a bit... Colby is another problem client. I only see him four times a year, as he lives in Coromandel,New Zealand. Colby's wife Kara is quite aware of his slave status, and she keeps him in near full time chastity. I have the only key to Colby's belt, and so four times a year, Colby comes to me for a weekend, with the faint hope that I will unlock his belt and allow him to masturbate to orgasm before returning to Kara and their sheep farm. (No witty remarks, please). He is on a very intense schedule--every Tuesday he e-mails me a picture of him kneeling on jacks and whipping his bare back with a leather belt with one hand, and holding up the "New Zealand Herald" showing the date with the other. Kara also gives Colby intensive discipline--hairbrush and wooden paddle whippings for neglecting chores. I am of course consulted on all this. That's a gratifiying webcam shot--Kara's curly bob bouncing as she slams her thick wooden Spencer paddle against Colby's buttocks, raising purple welts and eliciting gratifying screams from Colby! I give orders through the webcam, instructing Kara to ensure Colby's almost complete emasculation... The whippings are vicious, and she does entertaining things like having Colby drag bags of encyclopaedias and sometimes cinder blocks across the floor by his balls....his cock of course is locked up in the device! Colby also gets lots of interesting anal torture--he is impaled with cucumbers, Coca-cola bottles, bowling pins, pool cues, and recently with Kara's fist, covered of course in rubber glove! "Colby won't be able to hold his shit by the time he's fifty" Kara says with obvious pride. Kara also teases Colby's engorged, purple cock by rubbing a feather through the steel cage. She doesn't have the key--only I have that--but it doesn't stop her from teasing him a bit. But Kara, unlike many dominant wives, is not that interested in teasing and torturing her husband, mostly just in ensuring that he supports her financially and does his work around the house without complaint. And of course Colby services her many lovers. They are always young hands on the ranch that Colby owns, and it is entertaining to see the "big boss" dressed in a French maid's outfit, his lips rouged with Candy Paint Purple Reign Gloss... And then he must lick and suck their cocks before they go to mount Kara...it's rather hilarious. Colby must be a good cocksucker in order to earn orgasms with me! Not only must he suck the cocks of the various workers on their farm, but he goes into town, to the only gay pub, and, being a handsome fellow, must earn his points with me by really giving a good slurping to the various nelly queens who populate the place. Generally, there is a back room at this one place, and Kara films Colby doing his mouth-work, and the gays always get a big kick out of her hovering with the camera phone. I counsel him by cell phone..."Colby, don't use your teeth...long licks...go for the perineum, that small patch of skin between the balls and the anus...deep throat and lick it..that's a good boy. "Make lots of nice moaning noises, remember you get the guy hotter by making him feel like you like it...tell him how beautiful his big half-smoker of a dick is! Flicker your tongue around the ridge of his glans, honey... Cover your teeth with your lips and apply pressure to the shaft as you pull it in!" "Swirl your tongue around like you're slurping up an ice cream...good boy. Reach around and put your finger up his ass and bounce it about..." It took Kara and I some time to train Colby to deep throat, relaxing his throat so an entire cock could get down there. But we pointed out to him that the faster guys cum, the more cocks he could suck, and that would impress me into letting him cum when he came to visit me! When Colby finally sees me, he is usually rather wiped. For a man who owns a sheep herding ranch, Colby does none of the outside work, and is a pale little nebbish in a gray suit with a white shirt and black string tie. Letter from Los Angeles: Ms. Scunt He generally takes a cab from the airport to my house, and I usher him into his room to put his bags away, asking him friendly questions about how it is in New Zealand this time of year...but he is just impatient to get that damned belt off! Finally, I allow him to strip and kneel in front of me, and I cuff his hands behind his back. I can't believe how much he has to pay to fly privately, the poor man, because of course he can't fly publicly with the metal cock cage on! Smiling, I unlock the device, gently rubbing a long French nail across his quickly lengthening cock. "Poor thing" I say sympathetically. I stroke his cock and he gasps, biting his lip. "I know it's been so long, hasn't it, Colby?" Tickle the frenulum, neglected these ninety days. "Yes, Ms. Scunthorpe...it's been a long time." Colby grits his teeth as my long nails toy with his heavy balls and the pubic hair. "It's April now, and the last time I saw you was I think around New Year's right?" I asked, running my forefinger around his swelling glans. Colby nods, looking sad. Kara went with her young boyfriend to Cancun for New Year's, and sent Colby to me. He had been quite unhappy, and very, very horny. Kara is a great beauty, and watching her play with her boobs, and stroke her clit, and licking her clit, and watching her fuck other boys had made poor Colby very, very horny...and of course he'd had no recourse, as he was all locked up. He'd hoped to get an orgasm from me then, but his attitude had been lackluster when he'd come to see me over New Years...he'd sucked the right number of dicks, and done everything Kara had required but... It just didn't work out when he came to see me, and although I did give him a prostate massage to release the tension, and tease him quite a bit with the belt off, I had not allowed Colby to cum during his last visit. "But why, why not Mistress?" Colby had pleaded, tears running down his cheeks on the last night of his visit, in cold January. He'd cleaned my house, sucked off a couple of my visiting boyfriends, and I'd given him much feedback on his improvement there... And of course I'd teased him quite a bit, on all three nights, running my long fingers all over his sweltering, bulging penis... But his attitude had just been one of "Lemme con her into letting me cum." And it wasn't enough. I e-mailed Kara my decision at the time, and she, although quite busy being sucked and fucked on the beach on Colby's Visa had concurred... "Give him a few more months to improve his atttitude" she'd written quite briskly. So this time, I think poor Colby is hoping against hope that I will approve his orgasm request. Just one, you understand, after three days in my service. Whether he cums will be tabulated much like a parole hearing--Kara's obedience report, how many cocks he's sucked, and how willingly he serves me while he's here. In September, two visits ago, I allowed Colby to cum, but he had to do so while handcuffed, rubbing his dick frantically into a condom against sandpaper...after his rather heavy spurt, I held the condom over Colby's mouth and he sucked that baby out...yes it was clean! I remember the June visit before that--Colby didn't make it that time--it wasn't because I didn't think he had a good report, but he took me to dinner his second night visiting, and I thought he was short with the waitress...I like subs to be submissive to ALL women! Colby really doesn't take it well when I send him back denied...after all, his only chance at happiness every three months is at my discretion...perhaps I am too cruel. Colby threw a bit of a tantrum that time, and I'm afraid I had to give him such a caning that he lost interest in cumming, and limped out of the house, kneeling on the back seat of the cab going to the airport because his butt was so welted! But now on this April visit, Colby was trying to be SUCH a good boy. My breasts were tightly packed into a little top, and I was having quite a good time playing with his un-toyed with cock... "Feels good, Colby?" I smiled up at him, as he knelt on my hassock, biting his lip as I stroked his neglected wee-wee...it had been six months this time, and he knew he didn't have much chance to cum if he acted up! After I stroked and massaged Colby's dick for a bit, I helped him up (being manacled and all) and led him to the bed, and lay him on his back, and unbuttoned my blouse dropping it off, leaving me just in my bra. I poured a healthy amount of lube on my fingers,and began stroking Colby's penis in earnest. "Colby honey" I said in a throaty voice. "You know of course that you won't be allowed to cum tonight, if at all..." He looked scared, though his cock was standing up like an MX missile. "Yes, Ms. Scunthorpe." "It's been such a long time for you, hasn't it, sweet Colby?" I asked, tickling his frenulum gently. He gasped and bit his tongue. "Yes ma'am...I've been teased a lot by Miss Kara. I really miss cumming, and I re-realize that the last time I didn't have the right attitude." Sweat appeared on Colby's brow. I smiled as I bent over his beleagured penis, showing more of my cleavage. Of course if Colby had his way, he'd cum every day, and this con-job about realizing how he was wrong was just making me laugh. Oh yes...I handle his elonogated ball sac...the poor baby hasn't even been rear-milked in a few weeks...Kara wanted me to have his full teased self I guess. As Colby quivers on the bed, his legs shaking, this irritates me, and I get a spreader bar and lock his legs apart. I tie his balls apart, and give each a few flicks, just to watch Colby jump. It's so much fun for me...AND he is paying me $3000--a thousand day for the entire weekend! Colby gasped and moaned as I continued to play with his veined penis. The poor fellow just seemed so desperate. Talk about long term denial, huh? I gave him such a sweet smile. I bet he forgot about the vicious caning I gave him a few months back... I also took one hand off Colby's cock and rubbed my right nipple, grinning at him. "I feel so bad for you, honey...it's been such a looong time since you got to cum, huh?" Using my little girl voice now, I had Colby's full attention. At this point, of course, Colby is just moaning. I am not a man, and I don't know what goes on in men's penises, but it must be terribly difficult to go without cumming. Some men have large penises, but poor Colby's is not big--my hand completely engulfs it. His tip peeks out above my fist like a red, screaming infant. Reaching in the pocket of my skirt, I pull out my Pinwheel, a twenty-two point stainless steel wheel, and roll it up and down his staggeringly purple cock. "Oh!" Colby screams when I push the Pinwheel too close. But I just smile at him. He knows better than to complain! "Tut tut" I say, pushing the Pinwheel's points into his foamy foreskin. "You know, it's just too much trouble, you having this annoying, needy appendage... I could surgically remove your cock and balls--then you wouldn't have these demands, and you could still service Kara's needs quite effectively." I roll my eyes, trying not to laugh out loud at the horrified look on his face. "I mean, you use your mouth and ass to serve her lovers, not your cock which is locked up an accumulated eleven and a half months out of the year...we could just snip it off!" His eyes are bulging, and I am trying manfully to keep from laughing in his pathetic face. "I could just get a pair of garden shears, freeze your balls,and snip it all off...but I guess you don't REALLY want to give up this, do you?" Then I found a nice long glass tube, very slim, like a thermometer. I inserted one end of the tube into his urethra as he screamed. Colby's dick though...is still rather engorged. It's amazing what six months of almost no stimulation will do to you! His urethra has gotten quite a bit of play from me over the years. I was initially able, some time back to separate the little tiny pee hole with two clothespins... This makes room for fun stuff like melted wax, habanero peppers, Icy Hot doused swizzle sticks, and glass rods. I love shoving my loong fingernails in there...the urethra is quite versatile! And many times I've threatened to smash the glass rod while it's in his wee-wee...scares the shit out of him, sometimes quite literally,which is why my bed is covered in plastic! Sometimes I've played music and beat his penis with drumsticks. That is just lots of fun... Although Colby knows that there is always a chance he will be orgasming, he also is aware things will not be fun all the time in his visits to me! Finally I remove the glass rod (it is not a process I will describe) and resume pulling and stroking his cock. Colby is relaxing now, but he knows that I am rather evil. I squeeze his right nut, just to wake him up a bit. It reminds me of a rubber ball my grandmother was encouraged to squeeze in the nursing home to re-gain her dexterity. "You certainly have a high voice when you scream, Colby" I say cheerfully, as his reaction to the ball squeezing is typical. "Perhaps I should put hot pink lipstick on you, and a little fluffy dress, and let you pirouette about, you think?" After a bit I begin slapping Colby's testicles, back and forth from side to side, watching tears roll down his face. "What's wrong, baby...you don't like the attention?" I took one of my long nails and pinched Colby's balls until he uttered yet another high-pitched squeal. "Oh what fun it is to be a male soprano, huh baby?" I kept slapping. "You're lucky, I don't seem to have any clothespins or binder clips this trip, Colby...Mommy's out of materials.'Member when I knocked five binder clips off your scrotum last winter?" God, I wish I could remember what I did with my butterfly clamps! I also enjoyed weighing poor Colby down with fishing tackle--just put the hooks right into his scrotum! Squeeze, slap,punch...and then when Colby became too tearful for this, I resumed gently stroking and teasing his swollen member...oh his poor dick had been so neglected! I pulled off one of my six inch high heels and slammed it into the middle of his glans and Colby burst into tears. "Is there a problem, Colby?" I asked coldly, just waiting to see if he would bitch and complain, giving me a reason to deny him his Sunday orgasm... But he bit his lip again and shook his head, and I smiled, gave him a big kiss and began stroking his cock again...it was just going so well! But now I was getting rather tired...Colby was still horny as all get out, even with my cruel ministrations...I knew I had to calm him down a bit. "Colby, it is time for you to go back into your chastity cage for the night. Now are you going to go soft, or will I have to make you?" I used to use a meat tenderizer hammer to calm Colby down, but one of my newest subs is a California Supreme Court justice, and so I had a gavel on hand...and just a few well placed blows made Colby's cock all calm and easy to fit back into the belt! Then I turned him over to a few gay Bears for the evening...he is such a little cutie, and I put him in bonnet and diapers...so for the night, Colby's mouth and anus were used for quite an exciting party! The next day, I had Colby clean my entire house, and supervised him intensely. It's hard to see improvement when he's such a meticulous cleaner (Kara makes him do the entire mansion on the ranch) but yes, Colby was even better at cleaning now than before. Would there be any excuse to deny him an orgasm this time? He was meek as a lamb when sucking off the boys, and they reported that he had stayed quiet whent they were pinching and twisting his nipples. They cut off some wires in a lamp and electrocuted Colby's testicles and he'd taken it without a murmur of complaint, after the initial screaming... And he'd rimmed each one of their grimy assholes, licking the shit dingleberries as if they were chocolate truffles! But, Colby screwed up in the end...I was just about to let him cum, the morning before he was to return to New Zealand, he was actually on his knees, beginning to pump his hard cock... "Thanks...I knew you'd let me cum, Ms. Scunthorpe..." Colby moaned happily, as he began pulling his dick, about to have his first orgasm in six months! "What do you mean, dear?" I asked, in a warning tone, but he was of course deaf to anything but his impending pleasure... "Well, you couldn't possibly deny me three trips in a row...two trips were bad enough, six months, but you'd be awful if you didn't let me cum now...after all I'm paying for this!" And what do you know? I smiled, watching Colby jerk his dick faster and faster, his little knees trembling (he really is such an unattractive little man) but then just as he was about to spurt... I stepped over and kicked him hard in the nuts! Colby rolled on the ground screaming, and I quickly locked him back up. "How dare you assume that I'd let you cum, just becuase you'd justly deserved punishment the first two or three times?" I demanded this as I began slamming my cane across his narrow shoulders, then following down to his pitiful buttocks. "I can have you visit me quarterly for the next twenty years and NEVER let you cum, you worthless little vermin! Who are you to tell me..." I lectured and caned, and finally, he dressed and limped out to the cab once more...weeping bitterly, but knowing he had run his miserable mouth too long! Yes, Colby is one of my more troubled, and troublesome clients... it's too bad! So you see, Shoeblossom. I provide an invaluable service, Leland's whining nonwithstanding...and I just wanted your readers to know it! Best, Eliza Scunthorpe Dear Ms. Scunthorpe, My AA sponsor says "A resentment is like taking poison and hoping the other person will die" I think you are intolerant and self-centered...but you provide an important service, and certainly it's good we cleared the air! Shoeblossom