4 comments/ 205755 views/ 27 favorites Changes By: L.A. Wicker My name is, Rick, I’m a single father of a beautiful, 19 year old daughter. My daughter Trisha and have been together since her mother walked out on us ten years ago. She was one of the types that was always saying, I have to find myself". I say bullshit. She just missed being fucking by five or six men a night. We have a great life. I work for one of the biggest construction companies in the world. We get to travel all over the world and we have a great time. As for money, I’m loaded. I make thousands of dollars a month. Trisha is a very pretty girl. She’s about five foot, seven inches tall. She has very light brown hair, it looks so good. Pretty green eyes that are covered by little gold glasses. Trisha is one of the many girls in the world that thinks she’s fat. She only weighs 120 pounds. Her 34C sized breast are some of the best I’ve ever seen. Her areola circles are a nice deep, pink color. The nipples are very small and always hard and standing up. I love watching them when Trisha wears a thin blouse. The best parts of Trisha are her hips, ass and legs. They are not fat but full. The kind you can grab a hold of when your fucking the shit out of a girl. The two things that really pisses me off about her is that even with all of the money we have, she wears the ugliest, baggiest clothes you’ve ever seen. And she never, I mean never goes out of the house. No dates, no friends of any kind. It was New Years Eve, we were in Los Angles for the holidays. That night we had been drinking, getting ready for the new year. "So, daughter of mine, what is your New Years resolution?" I ask. "I don’t know, what’s yours Daddy." Trisha replied. "I have no idea." "I know what it should be," she placed her hand on her hip, "It should be, THAT you start finding women to go out with." "Oh really? What if I’d rather stay home with you?" I was shocked after I said that. "I know what yours should be." "Oh thank you, Daddy," she hugged me, "What should mine be?" She ask. I was kind of embarrassed, "You need to start dressing sexy," I hugged her, "for me." Her face turned red, she replied, "Would you like that Daddy?" She stood up, going to re-fill our drinks, "I think I’m fat Daddy. My butt is to big and my hips are TOO wide." I was in shock, she’s a babe, "WHAT? You are a sexy woman," my hands reached to her hips, " take off your shirt." " DADDY!." Trisha yelled. " Go on, do it." I said. Trisha being a great daughter, took it off, "Look, these are wonderful," I said, caressing her bra, "now, your pants." "Daddy, what’s gotten into you tonight?" She smiled, and slid off her baggy pants, "I better cut off your drinks." I just gazed at her hips and legs, "Fuck, you’re beautiful, "I pulled her to me, pressing my face against her tummy and my hands reached around her, caressing her wonderful panty covered ass, "Oh baby, you’re not fat. You’re pretty, sexy and a beautiful woman." I pulled her on my lap, placing a soft kiss on her lips, "You turn me on, a lot." "Really? You know what Daddy? You do the same to me." "Lets dance together," I stood up, pulling her into my arms, "You feel so good." "OUCH," Trisha said, " Your jeans are rough." I pulled away from her, taking off my pants. I forgot I didn’t have on any briefs, "Oh Daddy… you’re so big." Her eyes gazed at my hard cock pole. " Lets dance," I said, she moved into my arms. My cock slid between her sexy legs. Finding her wet love spot. "Oh Daddy, it feels so good." She purred. We danced to the soft music, as the new year came. My cock between my sexy daughters legs and her wet love on me. We moved as one with the sexy music. Our hips pressed together as tight as we could get. My hands caressing her ass, pushing her into my stiff meat. "Oh Daddy, I’m going to explode," she moved her hips on my cock, "Oh, oh help me. Help me cum." I walked us to the sofa, Trisha laid across my lap, "So, this... is the wonderful thing that made me," her gentle hands held my cock, "Why did mom ever leave this? If it was mine," she looked up to my face, "I would have it inside me day and night." Trisha caressed me and started placing little kisses all around my love pole. Her hands were so warm and delicate. She moaned as she played with me. "Oh girl, we need to stop this. I could go to jail." "No, Daddy. I’m a grown woman. Let me, please." She said in a little girl voice and she stuck out her lower lip. I had a painful look on my face, "I don’t want anything to ever come between us," I stroked her hair, "It would kill me to loose you." "Daddy, you’ll never, ever loose me. I love you." She said and then sucked my cock head, into her mouth. "Oh baby, yes, yes." I moaned. Her mouth worked my cock, it was so wet and warm. She sucked the head, as her tongue licked. I hadn’t been with a woman in a long time, I knew it would only be a few seconds before I started shooting cum in my daughters mouth. "Oh baby, STOP. I don’t want to cum in your mouth." I pulled out of her mouth. "Daddy, why did you do that?" she grabbed my cock, "Please, let me finish. That’s the best part." Trisha gave me the most sexy look, I had ever seen in my life. She sucked me a little harder, her tongue licked me faster. Her hands moved up and down my cock shaft. She moaned and groaned as she pleasured me. "OH BABY, OH YES, HERE…. IT…. CUMS." I yelled. Trisha sat up driving my cock down her throat. Sucking me hard. Draining me of all my cum. " Oh baby," I pulled her into my arms, " I love you, so much." She hugged me back, " Daddy, I love you." "Come Monday, I’m taking you shopping. Whatever I buy you, you have to wear." I told her. " I’ll do or wear anything you want, Daddy," She drove her tongue in my mouth, kissing me deep, " Oh Daddy, take me, I’m on fire." " Baby, I can’t. I don’t have any rubbers, and you’re not on the pill. You might get pregnant." She started rubbing her pussy mound around my cock, " OK, but, you’ve got to help me cum. I’m hurting, Daddy. PLEASE." I kissed her, " Lay back, spread your legs." I moved between her legs, kissing and sucking her wonderful thighs. Slowly moving up to her young sex. Placing my mouth over her panty covered mound, I moved my tongue up and down her wet pussy slit. "OH DADDY, YES…..YES," Trisha screamed. As I ate her, " GOD DADDY, MAKE ME CUM. MAKE ME CUM." I gently pulled her panties over and ask, " Can I put my tongue you? Can I lick inside you?" Trisha pushed her pussy in my face, " OH YES, DO IT. MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM." I drove my tongue deep inside her body, while my mouth sucked her pussy mound, " OH GOD. OH DADDY. YES… YES… OH DADDY." I moved my tongue in and out of her burning body. My hands found her young breast and I squeezed her tender nipples. Her hips and pussy moved in little circles around my face. My tongue moved with her body. She became so wet, her juices flowed from her body. " Oh Daddy, I’m ready. I’m cumming. I’m cumming." She moaned, sucking in her lower lip. She laid back, letting me please her every need. I kept tonguing her body. Making sure I pleased her, as she pleased me. " Oh Daddy," Her hips thrust up in the air, " yes….. oh yes." She came hard. Her juices squirted from her pussy so hard, it looked like she had pissed on me. I just kept sucking, tonguing and eating her hot pussy. I squeezed and pulled her delicate nipples hard. She started crying as her orgasm ended, " Daddy, I love you so much." She moved into my arms. I held her next to me until morning. I woke up the next day, Trisha, still in my arms. I watched her as she slept, a smile was on her pink lips. All I could think about was how wrong it was to have made love with her. I would have to make sure it never happened again. I knew it be very hard, she is so sexy and hot. We went through the day hugging a lot but, not really getting sexual with each other. I thought it was great, maybe she thought the same thing as I had. It all went good until bed time. I took a shower and walked into my room. There lay Trisha on my bed, wearing only a very small pair of panties and a sweet smile. " Hi Daddy," she purred, " I was getting lonely." I watched her laying there, looking so sexy. My cock pole started growing, " Oh Daddy. Did you miss me to?" I moved to her, pulling her into my arms. Kissing her like I had not seen her in years, hard, deep and very passionate. My hands caressed and squeezed her firm ass, pushing her pussy into my stiff cock. I humped her pussy over her wet panties. " Oh girl, you’re killing me," I laid her down, covering her body with mine, " I could take you so, so easy." " Do it, make me yours. Use me, anything, Daddy." Trisha begged, as she humped her pussy on my cock. " I can’t, you’ll get pregnant." I kissed her again, as I shoved my cock against her panties, " It might hurt you ,or worse." "It would be wonderful having your baby. My belly would grow more and more each day. We would know it’s ‘Our’ baby. Our symbol of the love we share. As I grew each day, you could caress my tummy and suck my warm milk from my swelling breast. As you sucked my milk, my body would become inflamed needing you to love me again." "Yes, it would be wonderful." I said caressing her face. " DADDY, I’M CUMMING. I’M CUMMING." Trisha screamed. I pushed my stiff cock on her pussy, rubbing it up and down her wet, hot pussy slit. Hard and fast, I wanted my baby girl to cum on my cock. Tomorrow, she would be cumming on my cock, when it’s inside her body. Trisha giggled and said, "Damn, the one hurt. I can’t wait until tomorrow," she moved down my body, taking my stiff cock in her hands, "Is Daddy all horny now?" She took my hard, pulsing cock in her hot mouth. Trisha sucked me down her throat, hard and fast. Her pretty eyes watched as she worked her wonderful talent on me. Up and down her mouth moved on my cock, bringing me closer to cumming. "Go baby, go, suck Daddy," I caressed her face, "make me cum." She sucked my cock pole harder then before, taking it down her throat. Moving up and down the shaft, she sucked it all. She moaned as she pleasured me, her entire body was on fire. "Oh baby girl, here I cum," I shot cum in her mouth, down her throat and on her pretty face, "I’m sorry.." I wiped her face with my cock, placing it in her mouth. Again, she licked my cum off. "That was great, Daddy," she hugged me, "I can’t wait till you get some condoms. I need you in my hot pussy so bad." "I can’t wait to be in you baby." I replied. We slept together until morning. I awoke with Trisha on top of me. Trying to get my half-hard cock pole inside her pussy. She pulled off her panties and sat right down on my cock. But, it wasn’t at full hardness and with her being so tight. It wouldn’t go in her. "You better stop little girl," I gave her a little love slap on her ass, "are you that horny?" She was crying, "Daddy, yes, I’m burning." "OK, I have an idea," I reached into my night stand, and pulled out some sex gel, "turn over baby. Pull your ass up in the air." "Will it hurt Daddy," she watched as I greased my cock, "your so big…will it hurt my butt?" "Oh no, I’d never hurt my girl," she turned watching as I rubbed the gel on her anus, "I’ll be slow and easy. It’s good, baby, trust me." "I trust you Daddy, you can do anything to me." I caressed her tender bottom, as I moved my finger to her wanting body. I placed it to her tight little anus, slowly moving it around her hole. Then I moved my finger tip inside, her muscles locked on me. Gently, moving deeper inside her virgin ass. " DADDY, USE YOUR COCK, TAKE MY ASS, PLEASE." Trisha begged. I pulled my finger from her body, putting my cock pole to her burning ass. Gently pushing the head inside her. Again, her muscles locked around me. "OH DADDY…. YES, YES." She screamed. Creeping deeper inside her tender ass, I knew I would be cuming soon. Her muscles massaged my cock, as I made my way in her body. Until, at last, I was deep in her bowels. I laid on her back, kissing her neck and shoulders. "Daddy, it hurts but, it feels soooooo good," she started moving her ass, trying to pump my cock, "fuck my ass, Daddy, fuck me." I held her down, flat on my bed. Not letting her move an inch, I was going to fuck her tight ass, nice and easy. I didn’t want her lust hurting her. As horny as she was, she would have really hurt herself. "Easy baby, you can’t do this fast. It’s your first time." I told her. "Make me CUM, I’M ON FIRE." She yelled. I moved my cock in and out her tight bowels, bringing her and myself closer to an orgasm. Slowly pushing my rigid cock inside her delicate body, she began to cum. "OH… MY… GOD…" She screamed, as her body came. My cock still buried deep in her tight bottom, "DADDY, YES…YES…OH DADDY." I pumped faster as she came, I needed to cum in her. Her body jerked and spasmed as she came. I held her down, hard, with all my strength. Her tight ass muscles squeezed and locked on my hard cock pole. "Oh baby, I’m cumming…. Daddy’s cumming in you… in your ass." "YES, YES, CUM IN ME, CUM IN ME." Trisha screamed, as I shot jet after jet of my cum in her ass, in her bowels. After we had finished, she moved into my arms, "We need to clean up, I’m taking you shopping, remember." I said. "How could I forget that. I get to buy all kinds of sexy things to wear for my man." She purred like a kitten. We walked through the mall like two kids in school. Hugging, kissing and trying to feel each other up. We looked at all the shops for young girls but, none really caught our eye. We were just about to leave when we spotted a small shop. They had everything, mini skirts, see through blouses and spandex pants. Everything I had in mind for Trisha to wear. Changes By now Danny and me had been engaged for well over a year and living happily as man and wife, I never had to work unless I wanted to and I had also become an amateur Trans model being photographed for some magazines and events so I was always content being me but as my life has moved on I knew I wanted to make my feminization more permanent. Now as a Tgirl I adore my cock and love having it played with and now using it on others especially other Tgirls who want to experience being fucked by a girl like me, it took me a long time to understand my body and the feelings I experience but now I would describe myself as a switch bitch as I love to top other Tgirls and women. Danny has and always does support me and escorts me to any nights out or photo shoots for my peace of mind as some are just too perverse for me and with Danny close by I always know I am safe and as no always means no. As I now had started to form my own income as well as Danny still running the club doors in our hometown we were moving up the ladder as such and had recently moved from our gorgeous flat to a seafront property big enough to hold private parties and allow friends to stay and still have enough privacy to play together whenever we want to. But I still have never felt enough for Danny, this hunk of a man could have any of the sexy girls he wants and always gets looks and attention wherever we go but always tells me I am the only one he wants in his life and accepts his sexuality as I do mine. I have always been worried since our first date and especially our engagement that Danny would not want to be seen with a Trans girlfriend or wife but how wrong I have been as he has introduced me to some of his very straight friends and they all accept me as a girl and socialize with me whether Danny is around or not. I knew my time would come sooner or later and as I was booked for a photo shoot with a pre op Transsexual for her website whom I am friends with, as usual Danny would be there to ensure I was safe and nobody tried anything with me I didn't want to happen. Needless to say a lot of the photos were highly sexual and showed me being penetrated anally by my Ts friend and me in her also along with pics of us together as we had sex, I really love another Tgirl fucking me and sometimes enjoy it more than sex with my partner but I would never tell him that. On our way home Danny commented on how stunning I looked as the pics were taken but also commented several times on how beautiful the other girl was and how gorgeous her breasts were as well as her 9 inch cock that I took all of in my tight pussy followed by her cum, asking him if he would like me to have real breasts he told me I'm perfect but I knew he would love me to and it has always been a step I knew I would take once I was partnered and happy. Teasing him all the way home I knew how horny he was as he was not allowed to join in on the shoot, running my manicured nails up his inside leg teasing his groin through his jeans and finally unzipping his flies and easing out his thick 8 inches and slowly wanking him off as he tried to concentrate on driving. Traveling the route we were on I knew full well there were plenty of turn offs and it wasn't long until Danny had pulled off the main road finding a forest car park and parking as far down as he could away from any other cars, switching off the engine he slid his seat back the one notch it would go and reclined the back and undid his belt and button on his jeans watching my movements the whole time as I slid my panties off I knew he wanted to fuck me. Climbing to my knees on the passenger seat still in my 6inch heels I soon had my professionally made up lips wrapped around his thick 8 inches flicking my tongue over his bell end teasing him before taking as much as I can into my throat making him moan for me, begging me to sit astride him I was not going to wait for a second invitation. When I left the shoot I had to douche so I knew I was lovely and clean but I had no lube so taking his thick cock inside me could be painful, sitting up slightly Danny guided me into his lap facing him and as I lined up my tight little pussy for his big cock he pulled my bum cheeks apart so I could ease myself onto his fat bell end. Feeling him opening me up I managed through gritted teeth to slide down his shaft and sit astride his balls, pulling my little denim skirt up around my waist and pulling off my top Danny was soon pulling at the cups of my bra and sucking my tiny pert natural A cup breasts and nipples as I slowly slid up and down his thick cock. I had cum hard already during my shoot but I knew Danny needed to cum and I was sure I was going to be getting a hot delivery deep inside me, teasing him and telling him I want a perfect pair of breasts for him to play with he began to pump me hard bouncing me on his cock as the car rocked I was in heaven being fucked hard for the second time in a few hours. Playing with my now stiff 8 inches turned Danny on even more and within minutes he was panting hard and then as his cock twitched deep inside me I felt him unload a hot spunky load inside me, as he fell back into his seat I laid flat against him with his semi hard cock still inside me and kissed him gently. As we got cleaned up Danny made comment about me wanting breasts for him and if I really wanted breast augmentation done he would pay for it to make me happy, telling him I would only do it if he wanted me to have them done he said no baby you are perfection but I knew from the chats about my Ts friend that he really wanted a stunning girl with full breasts and a hard cock between her legs and I decided that's what I would become. Until now I had been on feminizing hormones and development creams and pills to encourage breast growth and make my skin soft like a girls, I also use a breast pump at home to make my A cup breasts look fuller and fill my cups when I wear something revealing if we are off out to a club or a night out in general. That night Danny and me relaxed totally as we watched some movies but as we went to bed I decided to sneak off and pump up my breasts a little, sliding into a favorite satin baby doll, stockings and 6 inch heels I wanted another hot session with my man and this time as I rode his hard cock he spent ages working my nipples till they were rock hard and fondling my breasts as we had sex. This time as we finished I asked him again if he wants me to have my breasts done and again he said I was perfect but I knew he wanted more and as I had become full time since our engagement I wanted to look 100 per cent feminine with a large secret in my panties. I never wanted Danny to be outed as having a Tgirl girlfriend or wife as he called me and we had never told any of his friends that I have a cock so in my mind and others I was a girl already and my male life had long gone so the time to improve myself had come. Chatting to my best friend Kes who had implants done she recommended her surgeon and told me she would call him and make the appointment for me and come along for support, adding the surgeon was not only fit but well endowed I knew Kes had obviously paid in kind. Money was not a problem as I knew I had the money in my account to pay for the surgery but now I had to make an excuse as Danny is very protective of me so Kes and I made an excuse we were going to see a band we both love who were playing some distance away. Booking a double room I would share with Kes she booked my appointment and I took my breast pump with me as I knew exactly what I wanted done, packing an overnight bag Danny sat watching me and kept telling me how he was going to miss cuddling me all night while I was away, of course I would miss him to but Kes would be there for me. Picking up my bag Danny stood up and put his muscular arms around me and kissed me like I was leaving him forever, promising him I would be ok and I would call him as soon as I reach the hotel in Brighton with Kes. Kissing him again I saw his gentle side as his eyes were watery with tears, asking him if he was going to miss me that much he just told me I am his world and he adores me which ruined my mascara as I had a little cry too, as we cuddled Kes turned up and told us both off for being too soft and assuring Danny she would look after me. Sliding into my favorite little leather jacket and a pair of 5 inch heels I grabbed my handbag and night bag and made my way to the car with Danny right behind me the whole way, as I slid into my mate Kes car and lowered the window Danny leaned in and kissed me again and I assured him it was only 24 hours and I would be back. This was a big step for me and in some ways I was worried what Danny may think of me once he saw my new look and my new breasts, I just hoped he would love it and enjoy me even more. Reaching Brighton I really did want to have a big night out but had been put under strict instructions due to my surgery that afternoon, reaching hotel reception and booking in the good looking receptionist welcomed us as ladies which still makes my day. As we settled into our hotel room for a few hours I felt the nerves starting to get to me but as I called Danny I tried to stay calm as he would come looking for me if he thought I was upset in anyway and I guess that's a big part of why I love him so much. As 2pm rolled around Kes and me took the long walk as I referred to it down to meet my surgeon and discuss my implants, taking my pump with me I wanted to show him exactly what I wanted done as I didn't want anything silly looking just a filler to make my breasts more plump and fem looking. As we entered the reception I was so glad I decided to wear my pumps instead of heels as the nerves took hold I felt almost faint, Kes grabbing my arm she led me to the reception area and I gave my name, the receptionist was not the usual doctors receptionist instead I had a funny idea she was Transgender so I asked and was told the doctor had done her surgery 5 years ago and offered her a job when she had struggled to find work. Telling me what a nice guy he was she pointed towards the sofas in the reception area and asked me to sit and wait for him, sitting with Kes I was now a little calmer and instead of the usual patient intercom doctors here have to call you in to see them the doctor came out to meet me and Kes was right he is fit. Doctor Maz was fit indeed, about 6 feet 2 tall and well built with perfect jet black hair and deep brown eyes, slightly tanned I guessed him was of a foreign descent but spoken perfect English and as he extended his had to welcome me I stood and introduced my friend Kes. Smiling the doctor told me he remembers Kes very well and with that led us to his consultation room, I don't know why but I kind of expected a desk and a couple of seats along with medical bits up on the walls but this was completely different, a well lit room with two huge comfy leather sofas and a coffee table in the middle with leaflets about the surgery and the practicing doctors. As we sat and spoke about what I wanted the doctor advised he was ready to undertake the work from the pictures I had sent, asking me to remove my top and bra he sat and looked me over but as I added I usually use a breast pump he advised it would do my skin no good and damage the tissue eventually. Pulling out a folder of his work on ladies and trans people he went through what he could offer me to suit my build, deciding on a small B cup he said that would be no problem and asked if I would like anything else done as he could work out a cost for me, deciding I would have my upper lip plumped a little he noted everything down and told me he would call me in the next hour or so if I wanted to go get lunch somewhere but told me no alcohol. Leaving the surgery and walking to a café bar down the road Kes kept nudging me and as soon as we settled I asked her what she had done with the doctor, telling me that was her secret she winked and added he has got a big cock though. I had somehow wished she hadn't told me as now when I had to see him again I was going to have to look at his package in a different light, just as we sat relaxing my phone went and answering it the receptionist had the price and availability for my appointment ready. Booking me in for 4pm that afternoon I was told to bring loose clothing for after the op so on the way back to the surgery I bought a really tacky Brighton T-shirt and a bikini set as I thought that would just support my new breasts without being tight. As I walked in the Doctor was in reception and immediately led me through to an almost hospital looking room with a bed, asking me to strip on and put on a smock he then prepared my pain relief and told me I would be in surgery within half an hour if I was happy to still go ahead, telling him yes I think so as the pain killers took hold I slipped into a deep sleep. The next thing I knew I was back in the same room and had Kez stood one side of me and the doctor the other, still feeling a little numb physically and mentally I asked when he would start and the doctor just said I was all done and in recovery from the medication he had given me. Kez took my hand and as I came too and sat up a little I felt the extra weight to my chest as I looked down I had perfect full breasts which despite the medication made me a little over excited and as I tried to conceal the fact I was erect the doctor just smiled and said that's a first. Asking what he meant he told me most of his Trans patients become even more feminine after the breast operation and he had never seen a Tgirl get an erection from having the first sight of her new body, grabbing a mirror he showed me the lip work too which was only a tiny increase but looked much better. Waking up I dressed and slid off the bed out to the reception, sitting with the doctor he was checking I was ok and telling me about the support he could offer if I required it, thanking him but telling him I will be ok I paid up my bill and the receptionist ordered me a taxi back to the hotel with Kes. As soon as I got back to our room my T-shirt came off as did the bikini and as I slid my jeans off and then my panties I got the full view of my new body in the mirror, with Kes sitting on the end of the bed watching me I began to get turned on again and there was the look Danny had loved so much a stunning looking girl with a large cock and full balls, I just hoped he liked it. Knowing the relationship I have with Kes as my social sister I knew full well we were going to fuck and as I stood there I noticed she had moved from the bed in the mirrors reflection, instead she had stripped to her lingerie and as she approached me telling me how hot I looked I bodies met and soon we kissed passionately as she stroked my stiff cock. Breaking our kiss she whispered I'll be gentle and as she slid her pierced tongue around my nipples I near passed out from the pleasure I was getting, leading me to the bed we were soon 69 together as I lapped at her gorgeous shaven pussy paying extra attention to her clit making her squirm and moan and she sucked at my full hard 8 inches, it felt so hot being sucked off with my new breasts heaving with the pleasure and my nipples becoming rock hard. No longer could I hold back and as I thought I was about to cum Kez stopped and allowed me to relax as she turned and kissed me the look between us was about to become full on sex and as Kez slid into my lap I had to fill her and with one thrust I was balls deep in her pussy. Riding me as we kissed and fondled each other I knew I wanted to cum but as Kez bounced hard on my stiff cock I knew I could not cum inside her so telling her I wanted to spunk in her she climbed off of me and got to her hands and knees begging me to cum in her arse. Sliding my thick dripping cock across her wet pussy for lubrication I eased my cock inside her tight bum and with an audible pop I was inside her, sliding deep in her until my balls met her bum and she pushed back hard against me as I started to pound her tight arse sliding my hand round to play with her clit as I fucked her. Soon enough Kes hit an almighty orgasm and as she came her anal muscles locked onto my cock making me cum hard inside her, shooting 2 or 3 hot loads deep into her bowels as I grew flaccid and pulled out of her she turned and cuddled up to me where we fell asleep for some time. Waking later in the evening and deciding we both needed a drink I tried to get ready but realizing my breasts were now a little bigger than I had planned none of my lingerie would fit properly, fortunately as Kes is a similar size she lent me a bra but we planned to go shopping before returning home. Out in the bar we choose to go into I kept getting admiring looks and as one guy approached us Kes kissed me and he backed off, shame as he was fit but I wanted the next person to fuck me to be Danny anyway as I had done all this for him really even though I myself wanted breasts. As the next day came me and Kes hit the shops and as I knew Danny was working on the Sunday evening in one of the towns clubs we planned a surprise visit, Danny had asked if I would be home before he had to go to work at 7pm but we had other plans. Driving back was a nightmare but as we got into town I knew I had the right clothes and make up etc to get ready for a night out, Kes had no problem with me getting ready at hers and as we walked past the bins outside her flat I dropped my breast pump in one as I would never need it again. As we walked in Adam was in his usual position of Xbox controller in one hand and a joint in the other, looking up his eyes widened and he stood up to give me a hug and help with my bags of lingerie and shoes. Telling Adam our plan he was up for going out and would help keep Danny out of the way for long enough for me to get into the club, I wasn't going to ask how as I didn't want to know, Adam always has had his ways around Danny as they have been best mates for years and worked the doors together on and off whenever Adam needed some extra money. Disappearing into the other room to shower and dress I knew exactly how to show off my new assets without leaving them on display for everyone to see so as I slid into a tight little black dress then hugged my corseted curves and keep my cleavage tastefully displayed I felt amazing. Making sure I had designer lingerie on underneath and topping off with my 5inch heels I knew Danny would not be able to keep his hands off of me, pulling my long hair back into a pony tail and fixing my makeup I was ready to hit town. Walking down from my friends flat Adam said I'll see you two inside and as he ran down to the club I knew he was playing his diversion card, reaching the door another bouncer I know through Danny was on and as he made comment on how well I looked I told him under no circumstances was Danny to know I am here, agreeing he said he would say nothing unless I wanted him to and kissing me on the cheek I walked in. Finding a quiet corner near the bar me and Kes took 2 bar stools and ordered our drinks, as the bar man approached I recognized him immediately as a barman from one of the closed venues in the gay area of town so this was going to be too easy to fool Danny now. As we relaxed and got into the night I saw Danny do his rounds 2 or 3 times but never spot me which was unusual but maybe he was tired or looking for someone else, then out of nowhere Adam appeared and said are you ready. Looking confused I just nodded As I did the other doorman I knew said come with me and as I was led to the security office he explained they had told Danny I was dealing drugs in the club to get him back to the office. To be honest I was kind of scared as I know what he can be like if someone tries dealing or messing about in a club he runs the doors on. Changes Sat in the room all alone I just waited and as I heard the door down the corridor go and voices I knew it must be Danny on his way in, the other doorman was explaining why they had brought me upstairs and as Danny sent him back to the door I saw the door swing open. As Danny stepped in he looked kind of confused, but I as I walked to him and put my arms around his neck I told him I wanted to surprise him, seeing the funny side he kissed me then told me he would kill Adam when he saw him. Telling him it was all my idea along with Kes he just said that figures with you two girls. Standing back he said jokingly so the band was good huh? Smiling back at him without saying a word he took me into his arms and told me how beautiful I looked and how he could fuck me then and there but he had work to do, escorting me back to the bar he grabbed Adam as he walked off and near carried him out of the bar before putting him down and shaking his hand for a great prank pulled off. As the night finished and everyone had gone off home Danny came and got me, saying goodbye to Kes and Adam he led me upstairs to the holding room again telling me he had some paperwork to do but I knew after nearly 36 hours without me he was horny for me. As soon as we stepped inside the room he pushed me against the wall kissing me as I wrapped a leg around him and as he took my weight he pulled both my legs up around him, pulling down my shoulder straps to show off my bra and new breasts. As he pulled my bra away too I urged him to be gentle as I was still a little sore but as he teased my nipples with his fingers and tongue I was hard for him, looking me in the eye all he said was beautiful and then let me down to my feet. Not wasting time I unzipped his flies and pulled out his hard cock sucking him deeply and savoring every thick inch of him, knowing how horny he was I hoped he had enough stamina to fuck me and I didn't have to wait long. Pulling me to my feet he produced a little pack containing a pack of lube and a condom, bending me over the evidence desk he warmed and applied the lube then as he slid on the condom he told me he had a big load for me and didn't want me ruining my lingerie. Pulling my panties aside I felt his thick cock pushing up against my lubed pussy and as he entered me I took a deep breath trying to relax my anal muscles for him to fuck me hard, feeling his big cock slide all the way inside me felt amazing as he started to pound into me. I knew Danny wouldn't last long but as I wanted his to fully appreciate my new look I asked him to pull out of me, turning around and sitting on the edge of the desk and spreading my legs Danny knew exactly what I wanted so as he lifted my legs I locked them around him as I felt him push his thick 8 inches plus inside me again. This time his strokes were longer as he kissed me and fondled my breasts I was in heaven being pumped full of his stiff cock, enjoying being his girl and giving him my body as he began to build some pace and fuck me really hard I begged him to fuck me full of his cum so he pulled out and tore the condom off before burying his thick cock back inside me. Pushing me onto my back flat on the desk he got my legs pushed back and as he pounded me harder than ever I knew I was about to get a hot load inside me, playing with my tits as he fucked me just made him fuck me harder and as he grabbed my thick 8 inches and began to wank me off I knew I was not going to last long either. Just as I felt his cock begin to spasm deep inside me I unloaded my own hot spunk all over my lovers hand and down my belly and balls to his fat cock still spurting hot load after hot load inside me, bending down and kissing me long and hard he just whispered I love you. Helping me up and taking me to the private toilets to get cleaned up he told me that's just a warm up, you wait until I get you home. Now if that was a warm up I couldn't wait for what I was going to receive at home and that night I remember seeing the sun up from our lounge window before we went to bed, I think Danny likes me even more now with my breasts but he still tells me it wouldn't of made a difference if I had stayed as I was. Changes I like this type of theme. I actually got the idea from another of my stories, posted elsewhere. As usual for me, this story is about mind control first and sex second. Thanks so much to Strider John for editing this for me! Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of non-consensual sex between females, and depictions of sexual slavery. If you are under 18 or offended by this type of material please do not continue. Otherwise, read on and enjoy! Also, any resemblance of the characters in this work to people either living, dead or fictitious is unintentional and purely coincidental. Changes ©2016 softi. All rights reserved. Send comments to my profile. ***** 1. Michela woke to a tongue gently licking her between her thighs, slowly teasing her outer lips and holding her on edge. Looking down, she saw Riley was being a good helper. She reached down and grabbed her roommate's dark brown hair. "Now!" she commanded. Riley dove in, sucking on Michela's clit and thrusting in two fingers deep and fast. Michela tensed, moaned, rose up and crested. With as much practice as she had, Riley knew every sensitive spot and just how to hit it right. It never took Michela long, particularly after being teased awake. The honey blonde whimpered, slowly recovering. "I love you," said Riley, reverently. "I know," responded Michela, messing the dark brown hair. "You've gotten really good at that." Riley beamed. "Come on, I have to prep for class." Riley followed Michela into the bathroom and started the shower as Michela brushed her teeth. Once the water was warm, Riley stepped in and put a little shampoo in her hand. She stood still, waiting, until Michela joined her. After Michela wet herself down and turned to face into the spray, Riley started washing the honey blonde hair. "Mmm..." hummed Michela, leaning into the contact. Her roommate smiled. "You're so good at that." "Thank you," shyly replied Riley. She continued working the her roommate's hair. After a few minutes, Michela stopped her roommate. "OK, Riley, that's enough." Riley stepped away, allowing Michela to turn under the water and let her hair rinse down her back. Riley repeated the process with the conditioner, then reverently soaped her roommate's nude form with the sponge and body wash. Once Michela rinsed off, she waited for her roommate to get her towel before stepping out. A smile played across her face as Riley gently dried her off. Michela's thick hair took some time to blow dry, but Riley patiently worked through the soft, honey blonde locks. "All done, Michela." Riley stood, head slightly bowed. "Go ahead and shower," replied Michela, tousling the dark brown hair. Riley smiled and got back into the tub. Michela dressed and was putting the last of her books into her backpack as Riley came out of the bathroom, still toweling off her hair. "I hate these early seminars," said Michela, kissing Riley. "And on my lazy Tuesday, too. I'll be back after." "I'll be waiting," said Riley. Michela picked up a fruit bar and headed out to campus. 2. The class was small, only 16 students that Professor Gutierrez hand picked. The discussion today was on hypnosis and whether it was effective in a clinical setting. "Everyone, this is Michela, one of my graduate students, who is focusing on hypnosis as part of her thesis." He looked around the room. "She's here today to give a presentation about hypnosis in clinical practice. Please give her your full attention." He turned to the grad student. "Michela," he said, gesturing to the half podium on an old, rickety table. She stepped up and started in on her presentation. "I'm sure that some of you are skeptical about the usefulness of hypnosis in practice," Michela started. "It's not some evil mesmerist saying, 'You are under my spell!' and a helpless ingénue fainting back to the bed." She pantomimed a swooning woman. "Nor is it a cartoon spiral that hypnotizes the fearless heroine into an obedient slave." Holding her arms in front of her, she slowly walked a few steps as though in a trance. There were a few chuckles around the room. "No, hypnosis is much more than that. It is a tool to help you relax your patient, get beyond their social fears of being judged, past their own hang-ups, and open up about problems that you otherwise wouldn't have found out about." Her eyes swept the room, trying to connect to each of the students. "It is built on a trust relationship between the psychologist and the patient, allowing the patient to experience past events without the fear of pain wracking them for days afterward. With it's judicious use, you will find that hypnosis is a great tool to help your patient work through issues and come out a stronger, more stable, better adjusted person, able to face things they wouldn't have dreamed about before. I hope to show you today how to make that happen." Several students looked bored already, but a few were interested, and all were taking notes in case this was going to involve an essay or a quiz, or be on a test. Michela took them all through detailed mechanics of hypnosis, what was required to make it work, what it could do, and it's value in practice. She was happy to have some of the students genuinely involved, since she hadn't really expected any to find this useful. Many of her colleagues and professors thought it was new age crap. Professor Gutierrez had insisted, though, and it seemed to go off pretty well. At least, none of the students walked out. At the end, she even got polite, if unenthusiastic, applause. Afterwards, as the students were gathering their things and leaving, Professor Gutierrez brought up one student to meet her. "Michela, I'd like you to meet Tricia." The short blonde smiled cutely at Michela, and Michela nodded in return. Gutierrez continued. "She's focusing on hypnosis as a tool for this seminar, and I want you to work with her on more detailed information, and maybe getting some practical experience." Tricia was thin, but Michela glanced just enough to see the blonde was curvy in all the places Michela liked. "Sure," she said, "I'd love to help out." She smiled at Tricia and kept her eyes up. Quickly thinking through her schedule, she came up with a day. "Thursday work?" "Sure!" said Tricia, a little bubbly for Michela's tastes. 'I can change that personality,' thought Michela, and stopped herself. "Definitely! Will 3:30 work?" 'No, I don't need another...' "Sure!" replied Tricia. "You can meet in my office," said the professor. "It'll be free." "Thank you!" said Tricia. "Tomorrow!" She held out her hand, which Michela shook. "Lates!" 'Much too perky,' thought Michela. "See you then!" she called out as Tricia flounced out of the room, her short shorts and cute, low heels distracting Michela. 'Might need to work on her anyway.' "I know she's a little... happy and energetic for you," said the professor. "But she seems genuinely interested, and I think she'll learn a lot from you." Michela sighed. "Did you really have to do this to me?" "Yes," the professor replied, "I did." He gripped her shoulder, then grabbed his satchel and walked out. "Dammit." Michela gathered her things. 3. Michela unlocked the office. It was a mess, as it always was. Professor Gutierrez might be a great teacher, but he couldn't organize his space to save his life. She plopped her backpack down on the desk in the only open spot and dropped into his plush leather chair. He'd sprung for his own, so at least it was somewhat comfortable compared to the crap the university bought. It didn't quite make up for the disaster in the room. She'd come straight from Affective Neuroscience with Holden, so she was a little early. A few thoughts about being productive skimmed her mind, but her phone won out, and she played WordBrain while waiting. "Hi!" The greeting startled Michela. Tricia was standing at the door, looking bubbly as ever in a short, pink skirt and tight, white top. She wiggled her fingers in greeting and crossed her arms over her books. "Sorry I'm late." Michela looked at the time. "No, no, you're a little early, actually. You can take that stack of papers off that chair..." She gestured at one of the three paper covered, hard-backed seats in front of the desk. As Tricia plopped her backpack down and settled in, Michela continued, "So, the professor didn't really go into any details. Did you have an idea about what you wanted to go over? Should I start on the steps?" "Yes! Well, no," Tricia giggled. "What I was hoping was to watch you in action, actually doing it. You know, on someone? See how it happens in real life?" "Oh, OK." Michela paused, looking around. "I... uh, I don't have a patient here..." "I know." Tricia looked around. "Maybe me...?" The blonde let the words hang. Michela stopped for a second, surprised. "Uh... sure, but where? This isn't..." "Oh, it'll be fine." "Well, maybe if you were sitting here." Michela pointed at the leather office chair she was in. "Yeah!" Tricia popped up excitedly, all too bouncy. It made Michela want to shove Valium down the undergrad's throat. The grad student stood, picked up her backpack, and swung to sit on the desk. Tricia slipped into the chair excitedly. "You need to be calm and relaxed for this to work, Tricia," said Michela. "I know, I know," said the blonde. She took a few deep breaths and stopped fidgeting. "A little better." Michela pulled a shiny red pen from her backpack and dropped the sack on the ground. She held the pen up in front of the undergrad, and, checking the lighting in the room, scrunched her brow. "Hmm..." She hopped off the desk, deftly avoiding the pack and scattered piles, and moved the desk lamp to behind Tricia. "There." She flicked off the overhead light and resumed her position on the desk. "Oh, will that work? I thought you put the light in front of me," said Tricia. "'Stare into the light' and all that." "No, this is much better." Michela started twisting the pen back and forth, looking at the red reflected lights dancing across the room. She adjusted her hand and Tricia squinted as a dot flashed across her eyes. "Yes, much better." Michela smiled. "Ohh, I get it now." Tricia looked happy and hyper again. "Calm, calm." She blew out a breath and visibly relaxed. "Good. This will be much easier if you're actively trying to go into trance," said Michela. "Now, let's get started. First, some relaxation techniques." She settled in. "Oooh, OK. What do I do? Should I take notes?" "No, taking notes would be too active," Michela said, with dissolving patience. "Please, let's start to relax, calm down, let everything drift away." "Got it. Quiet." Tricia sat back into the chair. Michela let out a big sigh. "OK. Start letting your muscles relax. Feel your weight pulling you down. Sink into the chair." 'She finally shut up.' "Feel it in your feet, heavy now, the floor holding them up. Moving up your calves, pressing your feet down." 'Nice calves.' "To your thighs, relaxing into the chair, so heavy." 'Such great thighs, too.' "Up to your chest, resting back, leaning into the chair, so heavy now." 'Very perky chest.' "Resting back, hands pressing into the armrests, weighing so much, up your arms, to your shoulders, pressing back, your neck," 'So kissable...' "slack now, hardly able to hold up your heavy head." Michela adjusted herself a little and brought the pen up. Lights flickered across Tricia's eyes. 'Beautiful face too... Just stop.' "Tricia, look at the pen." 'Don't need another helper.' "See the lights, dancing across your eyes." 'Baby blues.' "Let them have your attention, your focus. Watch them move back and forth, let your eyes follow them. Back and forth, so bright, so hard to keep your eyes open now. So relaxed, all attention on the pen, on the lights, drawing you in. Let go, Tricia, follow the lights, eyes so heavy now, so relaxed." Tricia's eyes were half-lidded, fluttering closed. Her head began to loll to one side. Michela watched as the blonde caught it, brought it back, let it sink to the other. "Good, Tricia, flow into the light, let it have your thoughts. So restful now, so hard not to sleep, just let your consciousness float, let your tired eyes slip closed." Tricia's sagging eyelids slipped down. "Let the pen fill your mind, see it flickering as you float." 'So easy to drop under too.' "Down, down into your safe place, deep down, into a trance for me." Tricia's head sagged forward, chin almost to chest. 'First time I've seen her quiet.' Michela let her eyes roam over the blonde's body, drinking it in. 'Stop it, stop it.' She sighed. 'Now what? She didn't tell me to do anything.' Her eyes flicked over Tricia again. Blowing out a breath, Michela decided. 'I know how to keep her quiet.' Leaning closer, she thought, 'Maybe I need another helper after all.' Michela started in on one of her favorite parts, the beginnings of some basic programming. It always worked her up. Whispering, she said, "Tricia, you feel so relaxed, so content, so free to enjoy a deep trance. You want to feel this again." She repeated the same basic idea several times, about how good being in a trance felt, about how Tricia wanted this again. "You want to feel this way so much, when I say 'Tricia's dreamland' you'll drop into a deep trance, just so you can feel this way. Remember it, but bury it deep into your subconscious, don't let yourself think about it until I say the words. Lift your right hand if you understand." Tricia's hand slowly rose. Michela contained a heated whimper. She brought Tricia out of trance slowly, one small step at a time. Eventually, Tricia blinked her eyes and looked at Michela. Excitedly, she clasped her hands and said, "You did it! You did it! I wasn't sure you..." She stopped herself and leaned forward. "But of course you did, you had to, it was perfect!" "Yes, and you were willing, which was the only way." Michela smiled, the less than willing techniques she knew definitely not something to share. Towing the line was much safer. "Oh, it was great! I loved it! I remember it being so relaxing and wonderful and..." Tricia's voice was getting louder. 'Just SHUT UP.' "You enjoyed Tricia's dreamland?" Michela interrupted. "I... oh, wait... I..." Tricia looked like she was fighting it, trying to stay awake, keep talking. The relaxation washed over her, though, trance overtaking her. She sunk back into the chair. "Good, Tricia. You remembered. Let's try again. Slowly, rising up, count from 10 to 1 and slip quietly back into wakefulness when you finish." Tricia counted, and then blinked her eyes, shaking off the trance. "Oh my god, that's so great! You're so good at this!" "You like Tricia's dreamland?" Michela asked. Tricia slumped down again. Michela worked the blonde through this a few more times before leaving her. Afterwards, Tricia was as bouncy as ever. "That's so awesome! You need to teach me that! Just wait till I tell my sorority!" She looked down at her watch. "Oh, I gotta go, sorry. Tomorrow?" "I was thinking Tuesday, same time, same place," replied Michela. "Oh," said Tricia, looking crestfallen. "OK. Tuesday then." She perked back up. "Lates!" Grabbing her backpack off the floor by the hard-backed chair, she took off. Michela watched Tricia's cute ass all the way out of the door. 'Definitely another helper.' She sighed. 'I'm horny. I'm getting Felicity.' She pulled out her phone and typed out a text message. Her panties were moist. 'Now. She better hurry.' 4. Friday, her class load and all of the studying she had to do on campus kept Michela busy until late in the afternoon. Not wanting to go straight home, she wandered into Mugs, her favorite coffee shop, and got a caramel machiatto. Sitting down with it, she pulled out her phone and started up WordBrain. Motion close in front of her broke her concentration. "Huh?" Someone was sitting at her table. "Hi!" said a certain perky blonde. "I stopped in to get a latte and saw you. I just had to say hi!" Michela's gaze wandered up more slowly than it should, running over flesh exposed by the plunging neckline of Tricia's baby blue cotton top. 'Matches her eyes.' "Oh, hi Tricia." "I'm not interrupting, am I? It's just WordBrain, right? I play that game too, it kills so much of my time. Particularly when I should be studying. But I don't do that enough, do you? It's boring, but gotta get through it, yeah? So boring, it always makes me want to fall sleep, but can't do that, have to struggle to stay awake and concentrate, but it's just so hard sometimes, yeah?" "I..." Michela tried to get something in. "What you did yesterday was so great! Can you do it again? I told all of my sisters about it, they totally want to try." She leaned in and touched Michela's arm, just above the wrist. "Think you could? Of course you could, that's not what I meant. You have time to? I'm sure this weekend is open right? Can you think about it? They'd all love it, and..." She touched Michela's arm again. "Hold it!" Michela tried to catch up. "...I mean, I was totally into it when you dropped me under. It was so relaxing. Have you ever been hypnotized? I bet you'd like it too. I was so heavy, just so heavy, have you ever felt like that? How did you get me to do that?" Another touch. "If you'd let me..." Michela said. The touches bothered her a bit. She moved her arm away from Tricia's hand. Tricia kept on talking. "My sisters will love it. They were all like, 'Can you do it to us?' and I said, 'No, but she's the shit. She'll be all up for it.' And you will be, right?" "Wait, Tricia," said the grad student. "Oh, what? You'll do it, right? Because I couldn't follow the whole thing. I got lost there, and I want to know how to do this. I mean I remember you doing a few things, like relaxing me, how awesome that was, getting heavy, sleepy." She adjusted her hand to touch Michela's forearm again. "And the pen, kinda like this." Tricia swung her phone with her other hand, dancing light off of Michela's eyes. "Could you..." Michela tried to interject, bringing a hand up to try to block the flashes from the phone. "Right? I remember that, I think. But then it was blank after that, so easy to just slip away, let it all go." She kept the light bouncing side to side, kept touching Michela. "Right? Just floated down into that relaxed place, very content, peaceful..." Michela sighed and closed her eyes for a sec. The light flicked red through her eyelids. She pulled the arm that Tricia kept touching up and rubbed a little soreness out of her eyes with her fingers. 'Time to shut her up.' After a few seconds, she looked back at Tricia and listened again. "It was so amazing! They'll all love it," she said. "You liked Tricia's dreamland?" Tricia let out a little whimper and sunk back into her chair. Her eyes fluttered shut. "Tricia, you love feeling like this." Michela thought about where to take this. "You want to keep feeling this way. You want it so much you will practice on your own. Every night, you will find yourself somewhere you can be alone, and look into a mirror. You will drop yourself into a trance by saying, 'I'm Michela's good little girl.' Once you are under, you will repeat to yourself that you want to do anything for Michela. After a few minutes, you will bring yourself out of trance, and forget doing it." Michela looked at the blonde. 'Definitely hot, but vapid and bubbly and in desperate need of a fucking gag.' "You will not consciously remember being told this. You will not think about it while you are doing it. You will subconsciously perform these actions. Nod if you understand." Tricia barely moved her head up and down. "Good. Now, you will slowly wake up, counting 10 to 1, and say goodbye, and leave me alone for a while." Michela sighed. Changes In the last month my life has undergone some big changes. The way I think about relationships and sex has been flipped upside down. Since going through this change has been such an exhilarating experience, I thought I might share it with some of the anonymous strangers out on the net. I'll start with some background so that you can better understand what has happened. I am a married 25 year old aerobics instructor and personal trainer at a gym in suburban Austin, Texas. My husband is working on a PHD in chemical engineering at the University of Texas here in town. We got married when we were undergraduate students and have scrimped and slaved ever since to make ends meet. Next year, once he finishes his degree, we will be much better off. He already has some offers for great jobs. I have a degree in physical education. It turned out that teaching gym classes in the public school system wasn't going to bring in enough money to keep us alive, so I started teaching aerobics and got myself certified as a personal trainer. The work is pretty mindless, but it is fun and it lets me stay in shape. I make pretty good money. The women want to hire me to work with them because they think that I can help them look like me, in spite of genetics and years of bad eating and no exercise. The guys hire me because I'm cute and they like to look at me. I am 5'6" tall and weigh 110 pounds. I keep my blonde hair cut short so that it is easy to manage at work. I am very slim, with small breasts, but I attract plenty of looks at the gym and on those rare occasions when my husband, Matt, and I go out to party. We don't actually get out much. Between his teaching load, his research work, and the time he has to spend writing, Matt just about lives on campus from morning 'til night. The last year has been a real crusher. His schedule and my work have cut into our social life greatly. We used to hit Sixth Street for music and dancing just about every weekend. Any more it is once every other month or so, and even then we have to quit early. Our sex life has also become more tepid. When we were first going together we explored the realm of sexual possibilities together. We both had been with previous lovers, but they were of the nature of high school fumbling. We had never had the time or confidence to really explore sex before we started going out with each other. We tried all kinds of "normal" positions and practices, then we graduated on to some role play, exhibitionism, semi-public sex (one of my favorites, I love the thrill from being able to be caught), we even tried a little rope and dominance. We had a blast trying new things and being naughty together. Then things started to slow back as our schedules filled. I guess what happened over the next four years is pretty common. We gradually stopped playing games and settled into routine lovemaking. Over the last year or so the frequency of even the routine sex has diminished. The pressures of school really take it out of Matt. I stay horny all the time lately. I don't want to pressure him any more than he is already pressured, so I don't try to force the issue. I just get real friendly with the shower massage to take the edge off. In our relationship, I tend to be the one to make decisions. I have always had a pretty strong personality. Matt has always been pretty laid back and quiet. I wouldn't say that he is submissive to my dominance, but in general, I am the more forceful outgoing person with the dominant personality. That is where our lives were when this whole thing started. The actual starting point was the afternoon when I was put up flyers for a new exercise class for athletes. I was tired of working with couch potatoes most of the time and had come up with the idea for a workout group aimed at supplemental training for some of the athletes at the gym. I thought it would be nice to help some people who were serious about working out. In addition to dates and times and my cell phone number, I put my E-mail address on the flyer. I still remember thinking that it was neat to be part of the e-age when I made the flyer. Cell phones and e-mail were necessary even for a lowly fitness trainer. I had a cute e-mail address and looked forward to starting to receive messages. The very next day I had a few notes from a couple of interested people. It looked like my idea would work out. When I got to the last message, I was in for a surprise. It was from James5432@hotmail.com: FROM: James5432@hotmail.com TO: Get_ in_Shape@hotmail.com SUBJECT: You Kim, I was so happy to find an e-mail address for you. I have seen you at the gym over the past months and cannot get you out of my mind. You are obviously a very bright and talented person who puts a lot of herself into your work. I understand you are married. He is a lucky fellow to be able to see and touch your naked body. You are a beautiful person with much potential. You obviously haven't learned to let go of yourself enough to realize that potential. You obviously need a firm hand to guide you into fulfilling your latent promise. I know that deep inside you is a person who needs to give complete control to someone else. I also know that is the last thing you want to admit to yourself. My name is not really James. You won't know who is sending this note to you. Does that excite you at all? Just think, I am just an anonymous fan who can see through your facade. Every contact you have with a man will be tainted by the question "Is he the one?". The possibilities will excite you, I'm sure. I bet that for the next week or so your pretty body will respond to every man you meet in a sexual fashion. James I was flabbergasted. It was certainly flattering to know I could have that kind of impact on someone. I like to show off and see guys react. It makes me feel sexy. At the same time, this was a little creepy. Was this guy some kind of stalker? I deleted the note and decided to be careful in parking lots for a while. I looked for "James" for the next couple of weeks. At one point or another, every guy at the gym became either my secretly lusting lover or a deranged pervert out to get me. It just depended on how I felt about the guy. If he was attractive or cute he fell into the first category. I put everyone else into the other category. I found myself excited and turned on constantly. The specter of my admirer tainted just about every contact I had with men. I was dripping wet with excitement by the time I made it home every day. The old standby shower massage worked overtime. Even Matt got some extra sex and loving. The next message from James came two weeks after the first. FROM: James5432@hotmail.com TO: Get_ in_Shape@hotmail.com SUBJECT: You Kim, Thanks for wearing the white leotard again this week. It pleases me that you responded to my interests. You seem a bit more alive the last couple of weeks. There is a glow about you. Could it be that I have piqued your interest? Are you just a little excited wondering who I might really be? We have spoken since I sent you my last note. It was very titillating for me to talk with you. I have been watching you for a while. I have seen you interact with any number of people. I managed to ask a couple of people about you. In doing all of this, I have been coloring in a picture of just who you are. One common thread I have noticed is that you are a real "take charge" type of person. You can be very controlling. My guess is that you like to be the one to initiate sex with your husband. You probably control the pace and activities as well. I think you do it very subtly, mind you. I don't see the extra swagger that would tell me you are overtly domineering in bed. However, you do have the mannerisms of someone who prefers to set the pace of activities. I can't help but wonder if you have ever given up control, surrendered yourself to someone else. You know, you can't really exert true control without having experienced true submission. I don't want to harass you, and I can understand your reticence to reply to me. If you want me to stop corresponding with you, just don't wear your sexy white outfit for me next week. It is like a safe word for you. I'll go away. James I couldn't believe the things James had said to me. At first I was indignant and angry. The effrontery of discussing something so intimate and personal as my sexual preferences was highly disturbing. Even more disturbing was that he wasn't far off the mark. The accuracy of his comments frightened and angered me. The embarrassment of someone seeing what I thought were well hidden little fantasies was all but painful. There was no way I would encourage this person to think anything would ever go further. I needed to respond and try to get control of the situation. I ripped out a nasty little note: FROM: Get_ in_Shape@hotmail.com TO: James5432@hotmail.com SUBJECT: Re: You Please stop sending me your sordid little fantasies. I am not interested in them or you. You obviously need help in dealing with severe psychological problems. If you persist in sending these notes, I will contact your ISP and the authorities. Then you can try your amateur psychobabble out on fellow inmates. GO AWAY!. If I could scare this person away, I might be able to put this whole little disturbing thing behind me and go on with my life, keeping my happy little fantasies boxed away where they belong. Friday morning of the next week I was getting my gym clothes together. When I opened my drawer, I saw my white outfit. The one that guy had been talking about. I had deliberately not worn it all week. I thought about it for a minute and decided to wear the outfit. I wouldn't let some stranger decide what I could and couldn't wear. Besides, I made my thoughts very clear in my E-mail to him. FROM: James5432@hotmail.com TO: Get_ in_Shape@hotmail.com SUBJECT: White Tights! Kim, I saw you in the tights again. You looked lovely. I understand the conflicts within you. You need control of what is happening, yet you are attracted to the things I have hinted at. It is understandable. Rest assured. I can read you very well. By giving up the control, you free yourself to experience the fullness of the moment. There is no need to wonder about what to do next, your partners satisfaction, or anything other than the feelings you are experiencing at any given moment. You can fully experience the "now", and in doing so become a creature of the senses. I know that somewhere inside you is a sensual wanton creature. You have maintained the mask of a proper lady so long that you actually fear what you most need and desire - the freedom to be that sensual wanton creature. The conflict between the lady and that creature must be difficult. If you really want me to go away, just don't wear the white tights next week. In the mean time, think about the things I have said. You'll know I'm right. Until next week, James As I sat at my desk in my bedroom and read this note, I felt my stomach tighten. The effect this stranger had on me was frightening. It was like he could see into the dark corners of my mind. I caught myself squeezing my crossed legs together rhythmically. I was on the verge of an orgasm just sitting there reading this guys note. I didn't know what to do. I was all but paralyzed with indecision. Over the course of a couple of little E-mail notes, this stranger managed to kick out the props holding up a false self image. I couldn't share this with Matt. He was so involved in his dissertation. Besides, I was always the one to take initiative. I spent the weekend thinking about what to do. I finally decided to ride this a little farther. I could always just stop. Maybe I could get control of my world with a little interaction with "James". On Monday morning I sat in front of my computer and tried to compose a note. FROM: Get_ in_Shape@hotmail.com TO: James5432@hotmail.com SUBJECT: Re: White Tights! Some of what you have said to me may have a grain of truth to it. I would be interested in talking with you about what you have said. Can we meet and talk? Kim The response from James surprised me. FROM: James5432@hotmail.com TO: Get_ in_Shape@hotmail.com SUBJECT: White Tights! Kim, Your note was amusing. You cannot regain what you have lost by meeting with me under your conditions. You should not try. Limiting your desires only weakens them. If you are truly interested in exploring this side of you, you know what to do. James That son-of-a-bitch! He managed to see right through my plan. He knew me so well. I was scared. How could I let go? How could I meet his terms? Did I want to meet those terms? I was back in a quandary. It was with a shaky hand that I drew my white tights from their place in my bureau drawer the next day. I knew that by wearing them I was overtly admitting to something I had long denied. Admitting to myself that there was a hidden side of me was not easy. The admission gave it reality. The admission also had other effects, as well. I spent the day in a state of hyper self-awareness. I was in touch with my body as I ran the aerobics classes. It was as if is was personally familiar with each individual muscle as I moved. I felt every follicle move and tug as I turned my head and shook my hair. Each breath like liquid oxygen filling my lungs. Knowing that at some point in the day he would see the white tights and know they were a sign of me passing control to James had supercharged my senses. At the same time that this increased self awareness was coursing through me, I was pretty disassociated with the world around me. I could barely maintain a conversation with co-workers at the gym. After my aerobics class there are usually a handful of people who come up and chat with me. It was all I could do to smile and respond. I knew that someone would see me in those white tights today and know what they meant. Every time I saw a new face I wondered if it were James. Three long days went by before he sent another note. It was just as the edge from my self admission was starting to wear off. The normalcy of life was replacing the hunger. Then I got this note: FROM: James5432@hotmail.com TO: Get_ in_Shape@hotmail.com SUBJECT: Monday Kim, I was pleased to see you in your white tights. I knew you would wear them. I could see what you were going through the last few days. Exciting, isn't it? If you are ready for the next step, just go to tanning booth # 4 after you have showered and dressed to leave tomorrow. James This would be another step, a big one. I didn't know if I could do it. What would I find in the booth. Certainly there wasn't much he could do there. It was fairly public. There was a little hallway upstairs at the gym. One side of it looked out over the racquetball courts, the other had five or six tanning booths. The booths were basically little closets with tanning beds and a locking door. Gym members paid to get a token to run the beds. As an employee, I could get them for free. The next morning I resolved to go to the booth and see what I found. I knew that any loud noise would bring someone to my rescue. I knew that I would be relatively safe there. At the same time, the ease with which James had seen through me led me to quietly believe that I would find exactly what was afraid of and wanted. The day seemed to drag. When the last class was over I rushed to the locker room, ignoring the chatty Kathy social butterflies that stayed to talk. I showered quickly, but took the time to put on make up, fix my hair, and use scented baby powder on my skin before dressing. I had chosen a light summer dress that buttoned from neck to hem. By leaving a couple of buttons open at the bottom, I could show a little leg when I walked. As I packed my things in my bag I realized that my hands were shaking and that I was almost hyperventilating. I stood in front of the mirror and caught my breath. I looked myself over. I wondered how many people that saw what I was looking at and recognized the lady or the tramp. James had seen the tramp, even when I couldn't let myself see her. Now I did, though. I hoped the difference was not so visible to everyone. I took my bag and went to the front desk where Sherry gave me a token for the tanning bed. As I started up the stairs I felt totally buzzed. My ears were singing. I was panting like I had been working out hard. I paused at the door to booth four. It was open, the lights were out. There was no sign of anyone being around. I entered the room and closed the door without turning on the light. I paused and composed myself before switching it on. Slowly, I turned and found...an empty room. I was alone. I looked around and found a small manila envelope on the tanning bed. With trembling hands, I opened it to find a black blindfold mask and a folded note. The note's had written instructions pointed the way to the next step. Kim, Welcome. I am pleased you are joining me. I noticed you were a bit distracted today. I will make sure that there are no distractions for you for the next half hour or so. You will find yourself totally focused on the here and now. Follow these instructions carefully. 1. Remember that throughout this little exercise your consent is necessary. You can stop it at any time by simply saying "halt". There is no penalty. I will immediately stop and leave. You will never hear from me again. 2. Strip and place your clothes neatly in the corner. 3. Turn the chair so that the front of it is against the wall opposite the door. 4. Turn the light off and open the door a crack. 5. Put the mask over your eyes and place your hands on the back of the chair. Walk your feet back until you are bent over. Wait for me. 6. You are not to speak or move your hands from the chair at any point during our encounter. 7. Failure to comply with my instructions will result in me leaving. James I was trembling all over as I removed my clothes. I debated with myself as to which corner to place them. Finally, recognizing stalling for what it is, I stacked the clothes and put the chair into position. With the mask in one hand I turned out the light. I was in a state of high arousal. My nipples were hard and standing out. My pussy was wet to the point of wetting my upper thighs. James had seen this in me. I opened the door a crack. Light crept into the room. I pulled the mask down and reached for the chair. Nothing happened. I waited. I could smell the disinfectants used to clean the equipment. I could hear the squeak and bang of a racquetball game from the other side of the hallway. After a long wait, at least what seemed like a long wait, I felt the air move across my body and heard the rustle of someone moving into the room. For just a moment I felt shear terror. What if it was Sherry coming to check on me? How would I explain what I was doing? What if it was just some member looking for a tan? I was on the verge of standing up and turning when I heard the door shut. There was a click as the light switch was turned on. Then there was silence. I knew it had to be him. Anyone else would have said something by now. I waited. "Very nice, Kim," said a pleasant voice. I didn't recognize it. "You see, you have been ready for this for some time. You are lovely this way." I felt a surge of pleasure. I had impressed Him. "What next? That is what is going through your mind, I know," the voice continued. Will I hit you? Will I drip hot wax on you? Will I fix clamps to your nipples?" His voice paused. I pondered what he had just said. I had never even thought about those things. I didn't expect anything quite so...B/D. What would I do if he struck me? Would he really stop? If he stopped, how would I reconcile the new side of myself I was discovering. Changes He chuckled, "I know what you are thinking. I can see it in your posture. I can feel it emanating from you. I can read you like a book, Kim. I will do all of those things to you, but not today. Today you get to take the first step. A baby step, really. Even if it feels Brobdingnagian." I shifted my weight slightly. The crouch I was in was starting to be a little uncomfortable. As I finished moving, I felt a hand on my ankle. He moved my feet into a more comfortable position. "Yes, I even know when you aren't comfortable. Any discomfort you feel is to be from me, not because you don't know how to position yourself. Now, I want you to concentrate on simply feeling. Feel your skin, feel your body. Feel as I touch you." I felt something touch the back of my calf. It was a hard object, like a pen or unsharpened pencil. It slowly moved up the back of my leg to the crease below my butt. Then it was pulled away and moved up the other leg. Goose bumps ran up my back. Then the object touched the inside of my left ankle and slowly moved up my leg. As it moved up the curve of the inside of my thigh I felt my knees pull a part - welcoming the intruder to my most private anatomy. As it neared my pussy I realized I could smell my own arousal. Just as it came close to my pussy, he pulled it away and started on the other ankle. "You are dripping down your legs, Kim. Did you realize that? Can you feel your juices on your thighs?" Slowly, the object ran over my entire body, avoiding my pussy and breasts. He touched my arms, belly, back, and legs. The more he touched me, the more aware of his touch I became. I ceased to exist except for his touch. "I can see that you are becoming more and more aroused, little one. You have given yourself to me. I am making you aroused. You have let me take control. You have done what I asked. For that, I think I will reward you. You have earned the right to feel me touching you." The hard object was pulled away. There was a moment of anticipation. Then I felt his hand on my calf. It slowly moved up the back of my leg. I trembled with excitement at the touch of his flesh on mine. It didn't matter that I had no idea who was touching me. It didn't matter that I had never seen or spoken to this person. He knew me like no other could. He brought me to a peak of excitement that is hard to begin to describe, simply by gently moving his hand up my leg. He followed the same pattern with his hand as he had with the little hard object earlier. I reveled in his touch. I was raising on my toes and arching my back, pressing my pussy back against the air behind me. I was gasping for breath. As he moved his hand down my back he said, "Kim, I want you to cum when I tell you to. You are right on the edge. All you have to do is let yourself go. Feel my hand as it cups your beautiful butt." I moaned and pushed into his hand on my ass. It was heaven to feel him touch me there. "I have been watching your little breasts move as you stand there. They are lovely. I love your nipples. They look so tight and hard right now. I bet they have never been slapped with a crop. You will enjoy that when the time comes." I shivered. Anything he said at this point was erotic and exciting to me. I was an instrument for him to play. "Feel my hand as it slides between your legs. Feel my other hand as it grasps your nipple. It is time, Kim. Come for me NOW!" As he said that he pinched both my nipple and clit with enormous force. The pain/pleasure overwhelmed me. I had a shuddering orgasm. I felt tears in my eyes as I gasped at the feelings I was experiencing. It was all I could do to keep my hands on the back of the chair. "There you go, Kim. My gift to you. An understanding of what you are capable of in the right hands," he said as I gasped and sobbed. "You have great potential. Not many people can give of themselves so completely to a new master. Your mind is a wonderfully sensitive erogenous zone. We will have a great deal of fun together." I was still rocking from the reverberation of my orgasm. I had never felt anything so good before. "Watch you E-mail. I will tell you what is next." With that he slipped out the door. What will happen next? I don't know. But James does. That is good enough for me. Changes Marcy felt as if she had just awoken from a blackness of the unknown, feeling them cuff her hands as she looked around the room seeing nothing but pools of blood around her, and blood all over her body. Tears ran down her face as she became very afraid and looked down at her feet. "Let's go Marcy." The lady officer told her leading her toward the door. Marcy was very quiet as she quickly searched out the dead bodies on the floor with their brains blown out of their heads from the gun the police removed from Marcy's hand when they arrived as she was standing over the man she had just killed. What happened? She thought to herself. Marcy stared out the window of the squad car as they headed toward the station where she was booked for murder and placed into a cell by herself. Marcy was charged with killing her psychiatrist and his family in cold blood. Marcy lay on the cot in her cell wearing a gray prison dress and paper slippers on her feet. The tear's streaked her face as she recalled the bloody bodies without any recollection as to what had taken place. "What have you done Carol?" she asked herself feeling fear seeping into her soul. Marcy was being treated for a split personality by her doctor that she is charged with murdering. She had just learned that she suffered from this identity disorder last month after her husband left her when he found her in bed with the gardener. She did not have any recollection of the affair just as she hadn't any recollection of the murder, Unaware that on the other side of town they had just discovered the other murder victim she left behind. Marcy lay on the cot with tears running down her face, why, why did you kill our doctor? She kept repeating over in her mind hoping the personality that she had only heard of would answer her with an explanation. Marcy went into the dark room where she always went when she was scared, riding the giant rocking horse ever since she was a tiny child, she always heard laughter until the evil giggle tried to break her ear drums with its horrible screech that she just completely blacked out to escape from the evilness it projected to her and the other voices she could hear crying. She sat up smiling on her cot, taking in her surroundings and wanting a cigarette so bad she felt she was going crazy. She walked to the open door to her cell looking at all the other women who were sitting down stairs playing cards at the long brown tables. "I need a fucking smoke!" she whispered under her breath looking around trying to figure out how to get it since smoking is prohibited in jail. A large black female guard approached her smiling. " The Detectives want you." She told her seeing she was agitated. Marcy was taken into Detective's Havarro and Lipkins office to be interrogated. " Sit down Marcy." He said pointing at the chair. "Give me a smoke and I'll sit anywhere you want me too." She said twisting the end of long drab brown hair around her finger. "Better get use to quitting you will be going away for a very long time Marcy." Detective Havarro told her smiling. "Fuck you cop. I haven't done anything!" She said coolly with her green eyes shooting daggers out of them. "We caught you with the gun in your hand." Lipkins said between gritted teeth with the visions of the bloodied family on the floor. "No, you caught Marcy, he fucking killed them, not us." She said running both hands through her hair. "You're not Marcy?" Lipkins asked looking at Havarro. "No ass wipe I am Carol, and if you want any more info get me some smokes." She told them smiling so cocky at the detectives. "Fuck!" Havarro said knowing, but she would not tell them anything without the cigarettes. They took Marcy outside so she could smoke while she told them the story. She took a deep drag off of the cigarette as she sat feeling the wind against her face, blowing her long hair into the breeze. "He began treating Christy five years ago, then he discovered us when they were at the cheap motel and I emerged while he was making her suck his cock by forcing her head down on into his lap. " She sucked Hard on another cigarette. "He knew it wasn't her when I started to roll that sucker in my mouth and then licked the fucking head slowly with my tongue like this." She told them as she licked and sucked her finger tip. "So he was having an affair with you?" Havarro asked. "No he was raping the innocent ones just like their low life father did, and of course I would protect the innocent ones so they would not have to feel the fear any more." She said with tears building in her eyes. "So who is he? Another Identity?" Lipkins asked her smoking one of her cigarettes. "It's the doctor himself, fucking A he framed Marcy like he framed her for the missing necklace of his wives." She said looking Havarro in his eyes. Havarro felt a chill run through his body, "How?" he asked feeling a sickness in his stomach. Marcy smiled shaking her head." He got a street person, who matched his description, cleaned him up, had him work around the house so people would see him and think it was the doctor outside. Then he called Marcy and made her watch him killing those poor people, the little girls . . . she was so scared and begged her daddy not to hurt her."She said breaking down into tears covering her face with her hands. Lipkins ordered a positive identification of the body knowing it was the doctor and she was trying to prove she was crazy. A few hours went by and the coroner confirmed the body they had was in deed that of Steven Drake a local vagrant. The detectives were floored. She had been telling the truth after all. "Why did he not kill you?" Havarro asked her who was of Cuban decent, his hair white, with the bluest eyes as he could not believe how sinister this doctor was, now where was he? "Because I called 911 while he was killing everyone, I didn't let Marcy out of the room until you guys were busting in the door and he went up in the crawl space of the attic." She said with tears in her eyes thinking of those three beautiful little girls killed by their own father. "Where is he now?" Lipkins asked fearing his killing spree was not over rubbing his reddish gray hair, he was short and stocky build where Havarro was tall and thin. He watched her cross the street to her apartment, rubbing his cock as he imagined those full lips sucking his cock until his cum oozed out of the corner of her mouth, he was breathing hard as he followed across the street and into her apartment building. He watched as she was drunk and fumbled with the keys and now he was behind her, his hand was on the back of her head forcing her face into the door and smashing her nose. They were inside the apartment now as the door flew open with her face making contact. He laughed as she fell on the floor, he slammed the door and now his cock was in his hand. She turned over seeing what his intentions were and before she could scream his cock was in her mouth as she feared for her life. He fulfilled his fantasy and blew out her brains and then disappeared into the night. To Be Continued. . . Changes My name is Mark Stone and I have been married to Linda for 25 years which have been very enjoyable except that our sex life has been very ordinary even though we talk about changing things. Linda came from a very straight laced family that seemed prudish at times but our personalities gelled together so great that I overlooked a lot of things to be with her. My wife is an attractive woman with a great figure but she just seems to set on the ordinary things in life and doesn't look at herself as pretty. I have tried to buy her exotic things that suggest a lot of sexiness but she either returns them or won't wear them. All that changed the day I read the article about hypnotic suggestions!! I was browsing through the computer when I stumbled over the article and became very intrigued as the more I read the more I thought about giving this a try but how to do this was the question. I saw a section about how advertisers slip images in their commercials for the viewers to get a thought without really catching on and found out that music could be the same if done in the right way. I knew Linda loved her music so I came up with a way to record some very easy suggestions on to a CD to check out this theory. I put in a suggestion about her wearing nothing but a bra and panties at the dinner table every time I mentioned the word "source". I found an artist she liked, recorded the suggestion into the music and told her it was something I found on line and thought she would enjoy some new music. The next day I came home and she was listening to the music singing along cooking dinner and just enjoying what was going on at that time. I smiled said "Hi", gave her a kiss and she told me we were going to eat soon. The food was ready and I couldn't wait to see if this was going to work or not! Linda came into the dinning room with our meals as I had set the table and made sure everything was in place and we sat down to eat. "Mark. How was work today?" "It was pretty hectic. There were some small problems but once we arrived at the source of the trouble we were all set." Linda stood up and began to take her blouse off and finally her slacks and stood there in her bra and panties before she sat down and continued with her meal. I tried not to chuckle and acted if everything was fine and continued with our conversation and our meal. Once we were done eating she seemed to snap back to reality and asked why she was dressed like that. I told her I thought maybe she was warm and that talking her things off helped cool her off to which she just shook her head and put her clothes back on. I knew I had reached stage one and that I needed to read further to see where I could go with this. My article mentioned a pre hypnotic state to be able to add further information. I made two CDs, one containing the hypnotic suggestion and the other contained my wildest sexual instructions to her. It was everything or bust! I had to do this on a Saturday when we were together and I could be there to make sure everything was ok. I gave her the first CD when she was sitting down reading her book so I put it in a walkman with headphones and told her to enjoy both which she usually did. I came back an hour later to find her sitting straight with that far away look in her eyes. I changed the CD to the one I put all the sexual thoughts and instructions on and pushed the play button and watched for any signs of disgust or strange reactions to. She just sat there starring off into space so I went into the other room and came back just as the CD had finished as the last thing on it was for her to take a nap. I took her walkman away and hid the CDs and checked the clock for the time and I took my clothes off and sat on the couch across from her and started to play with my cock to get it hard. Linda opened her eyes and saw me playing with my cock and a sexy smile appeared on her face when she stood up and took her clothes off slowly walking towards me cupping her tits asking me if I wanted to suck on her nipples. I told her to sit down in the chair and masturbate for me. She didn't even flinch an eye as she sat down spread her legs and started to finger her pussy when I told her to suck the juice off her finger and stick two in and work her clit with her thumb. She obliged without hesitation so I asked her to play with her tit with her free hand which she had no problem doing for me. I couldn't believe the article had worked and that she was doing this in front of me! "Cum baby. Cum for daddy!" She worked real hard and had a mind blowing orgasm as she let out a scream. "I need my cock sucked. Come over here and suck me off!" Linda was between my legs in a flash sucking my cock like a porno star, licking my head, shaft, sucking on my balls, throating me to the base like it was common practice. I couldn't hold on any longer and dropped a big load down her throat as she swallowed and gulped finally finishing me off licking my cock clean! She trailed kisses up across my stomach to my chest where she licked and sucked on nipples for a few minutes before planting a big wet kiss on my lips driving her tongue down my throat. We continued our kissing and groping of each other when my cock became hard again and I asked her if she was ready for some fucking. Linda looked down at my cock and dropped her head on my lap and teasingly licked my shaft like a popsicle looking up at me with those soft sultry eyes. I grabbed her hand and headed for the bedroom for some comfort and more open space for our fuck session. "Mark honey I want to be fucked doggie style. Fuck me real good. I want to cum all over your cock!" The usual fuck for us was missionary and maybe doggie style if she had a drink or two but nothing like this! "Linda baby I'm going to eat your pussy first so get on your back and open your pussy for my tongue!" She was on her back licking her lips and had her fingers stretching her cunt open so I buried my face in her pussy lapping like a puppy and fingering her like a piston. I found her clit and slipped it into my lips and pulled back a little causing her to whimper and plead with me to stick my cock in her cunt. "Please Mark. Please fuck my cunt with your delicious cock." I told her to get on her knees, bend forward with her head on the pillow and aim her ass at the ceiling. I found the bottle of vaginal lube and smeared some on my shaft and drizzled some down the crack of her ass so that it would run into her pussy. I took hold of my cock found her pussy lips and slid in with one easy thrust burying my cock in her belly as I fondled her tits and tweaked her nipples causing her to moan and buck back against me causing me to slam into her like a stud fucking a mare. I looked down at her ass and saw the glisten of the lube and slipped a finger into her ass hole which brought a moan of pleasure from her lips so I slowly withdrew my cock and placed it against her pucker hole. She asked me to fuck her ass so I pushed forward very slowly getting the head in first and she backed up against me causing my cock to be sucked in. God was that tight and hot! I brought my hand around to find her clit so I could work it over only to find she had beat there and was fingering herself so I helped out massaging her clit which caused her to start slamming against me which forced her to cum all over our hands. I was enjoying the hell out of this so I pulled out and told her to roll over so I could shoot a load on her tits and spray her face. I pumped my cock a few times and blew my load splashing her tits which she started to massage in when I aimed at her lips and gushed out an other load splashing all over her face which she kicked clean and gathered the rest on her fingers to suck off. We fell asleep in each others arms!! We must have slept for a couple of hours when I awoke to someone nibbling on my neck and ear as Linda was still horny. I told her we were going to dine out tonight and suggested we take a shower so off we went to clean each other. The hot water felt great along with Linda washing my body paying a lot of attention to my cock and balls which brought an erection that she started to jerk off. I stopped her and said that she needed to save that for later in the evening. I helped her wash her body paying plenty of attention to her tits and nipples especially as she was getting pretty turned on so I teased her a little and slowly worked my way to her pussy as I cleaned it very thorough causing her to orgasm again. I held her so she wouldn't fall because she said her legs where weak and gave her a loving kiss and explained to her that I always had a fantasy about eating a bald pussy so she kissed me and said that she would take care of that and for me to get lost so she could trim up and shave. I was dried off and going through her things finding some nice sexy garments for our trip to the restaurant later that evening when she appeared out of the bathroom asking how I liked her pussy now. I turned and smiled devilishly as I admired the fantastic job she had just completed. Linda stared over at my semi erect cock and told me should would like to trim my pubic hair to showcase my member. Before I could answer she was kneeling before me with a comb, scissors, and my cordless shaver doing her barber special on my balls and cock area. After a few minutes she had me just in stubble and asked if she could get rid of the rest so I told her to go for it. When she finished I was as bald as her!! I had placed her garments on the bed for her to wear and she looked over them very thoughtfully as she inspected each item before she started dressing. I had selected a white thong, black stockings to the thigh and a demi black bra that pushed her tits up and together. She looked amazing standing there! Linda chose a light blue skirt that zipped on the side that dropped to 4 inches above her knee and a black silk blouse that showed her beautiful cleavage. A pair of short spike heels accented her firm ass and great legs. Linda put the finishing touch of makeup on and she was one hot looking babe! I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road while we drove to our dining destination. We pulled into the parking lot of a small secluded restaurant I had chosen for this evening as I figured if she was dressed like this some of our friends would have a hard time seeing her like this all of a sudden. Before we got out of the car I told her I loved her and that she looked beautiful, sexy, and extremely hot. She checked herself out in her mirror fixed her hair and then surprised me by unbuttoning the top button so that I would have a constant view of her tits. When we entered the restaurant I was surprised to find only a few couples there as our waitress approached and asked where we would like to be seated. Linda glanced around to find a semi circular booth at the very back in a secluded niche and asked if we could take that. Our waitress smiled and directed us to the spot asking if we were celebrating an event to which Linda responded," You could call it a special occasion." I looked at our surroundings and noticed this booth had a high wall which encompassed the table area making it accessible only from the front where our waitress was standing. "I hope this is the privacy you were seeking?" "This will be just fine. Thank you." We ordered a glass of wine each and told the waitress to return in about ten minutes for our order. Linda looked at me once we were alone and noticed I was gazing at her open blouse so she smiled at me and unbuttoned another button for my viewing pleasure. "You like starring at my tits, don't you?" "Baby I like looking at your whole body!" She slid closer and we kissed with a fiery passion. I almost started to reach for her tits when I noticed our waitress had appeared out of nowhere to take our order. Normally Linda would have been embarrassed but she seemed to enjoy the fact that we had been caught kissing. The waitress had a big smile for us as we ordered and we continued some kissing and leg rubbing until our meal arrived. Once we were finished eating and the table was cleared Linda told her we would like a bottle of wine, something to keep it cold and would we be inconveniencing the restaurant if we stayed to enjoy the wine and our privacy. Our waitress told us there was virtually no business this evening and that we could stay to closing if we wanted. Linda asked if we could pay now and then just leave when we were ready so that the waitress could enjoy her free time and not have to check on us. Linda paid and gave her a sizable tip and remarked again on our privacy to which the waitress winked at her and told her not to worry. We were alone again with our wine which she made a toast to our love and her new found being which I only smiled at as we sipped some cool wine. Linda seemed very radiant as she kissed me deeply and pulled away for another surprise. She reached to her side and unzipped her skirt which she flopped over to one side which left her in heels, stockings, and a thong. I had a wicked smile as I eyed her body up and down when the next surprise came as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it and her bra to leave her almost naked. I had a ragging hard on and she knew it! Very casually she slid he thong off and started to play with her pussy which was glistening with juices as I suspected she had cum with the excitement of being nude in a public spot. In a million years I would have never guessed she would have ever done anything like this!! She reached over and undid my belt and unbuttoned my slacks and slid them along with my shorts down to the floor. She told me to kick off my shoes and she used her feet to pull my pants off giving her wide width access to my balls and cock which she was stroking quite nicely as she gazed into my eyes with a very sexy look. I reached for her pussy and slowly started to massage the area around her clit as I fingered her hole...... Man she was on fire inside!! She looked me in the Eyes and said "Eat me you cocksucker!" I was trying to figure a good angle on this when she shifted around straddled my lap and stood on the booth with her pussy in my face so I cupped her ass for support as he pushed her pussy into my face while she supported herself with her hands on the ceiling. I was lapping her pussy like a puppy getting his first taste of ice cream which drove her crazy as she drove herself harder into my face so I repositioned my hands on her ass so I could slip both my thumbs into her which brought her to a body shaking orgasm as pussy juice was flowing over my face. I had a throbbing hard on which needed some attention, and I think she sensed that when she squatted down and placed her knees on either side of my hips lowering herself onto my cock. She rode up and down using her pussy muscles to milk my cock as I was loving every moment. I pushed her upper torso back so I could suck on her nipples which were inflamed and swollen larger than I could ever remember. I worked those things over until she pleaded for me to ease up as I could feel my balls starting to work and I told her I was going to fill her with the biggest load of cum I had ever produced. Linda leaned into me to whisper in my ear that she wanted to suck all that cum out of my cock and taste it. I was amazed at what a slut I had turned her into but what the fuck; if she wanted to swallow that much cum who was I to deny her. She slid off of me and disappeared under the table between my legs and started to fondle my balls while licking my head and then the shaft. The next sensation was her sucking on my balls one at a time then placing both in her mouth rolling her tongue over them driving me crazy when she slid a finger up my ass. I was panting and she knew it would be soon and she plopped my balls out to start her bobbing and throating while massaging my balls. It was time and I didn't think I could be quiet so I stuffed my napkin in my mouth as she felt the load travel up my shaft and started to suck like a Hoover drawing my cum out and down her throat. She slammed another finger in my ass and I exploded with the hardest cum shot I ever had in my life as I thought my asshole traveled through my stomach out my cock. I was sweating like a pig and grunting into the napkin trying not to draw attention to us. It seemed like Linda had been sucking on my cock for an hour when I was finally dry and she scooted up on the bench planting a wet kiss on my lips so I could taste my cum and she could have some of her pussy juices. We sat there for about five minutes, still nude when she said we should dress and finish our wine. I smiled and told her to put her blouse on and we looked like we were dressed so we fondled each other while we finished up. She slipped her bra and thong into her purse just before we left and on the way out we thanked our waitress for everything. The evening air was refreshing as we stood outside and our vehicle was the only one in the parking lot so I dared her to undress and walk nude to it and for the ride home. Lind's response amazed me." Only if you do it" We both undressed and walked to the car as if it was an every day occurrence and started our slow ride home with Linda gently stroking my cock while she fingered her pussy; giving me a taste every now and then which kept my cock rock hard. I told her to slip two fingers in and suck the juices off. "How do you taste baby?" "Umm, I love the taste of pussy." "Would you consider tasting one other than your own?" "Wow that would be exciting. Would that turn you on?" "I could almost cum right now just thinking about it!" Linda smiled and bent over my lap and licked my shaft while fondling my balls which caused my cock head to swell to an enormous size and turn a deep shade of purple. She formed an "O" with her lips and slid down my shaft wrapping her tongue around the head while she sucked with great vigor. I couldn't take it anymore as I shot a big load into her mouth which she sucked out like a vacuum and drained me completely. My heart was pounding as she raised her head looked down the road and planted a deep kiss on my lips swapping my cum into my mouth. "Swallow your cum Lover." I did as I was told and she planted another kiss with more cum for me. "Mark honey I think we need another person to help our desires. Would you like to see me with another woman? I would love to see your cock slide in another pussy or ass!" My heart was really racing now after that last statement and even though she just sucked me dry my balls were beginning to swirl with desire and my cock was slowly stirring. Linda smiled at me as she fondled my balls and told me if I was hard when we got home I could fuck her ass out on the patio seeing it was a nice warm night A couple of weeks had passed since our evening out with some great sex between us. I thought Linda had forgot about what she had said when the phone rang. "Hi honey. How's work going?" "I'll be done soon so it's great!" "What's going on with you?" "I was talking to my cousin Sandi this morning and before I knew it I had invited her over for a drink or wine after work." You OK with that?" I hadn't seen her in about two years so I said I was cool with the idea. I arrived home first with Linda and her cousin a few minutes behind so I brought out the wine glasses and poured the three of us a glass. We went out to the patio to enjoy the warmth of the air and fine conversation. Linda excused herself after an hour of talking and our second glass and said she would be right back. Sandi and I chatted for a few minutes when Linda appeared wearing a t shirt and short shorts which displayed a fine ass and a noticeable tightness which showed her pussy outline. Sandi commented that she wished she had something relaxing to slip into when Linda floored us with! Changes "I usually sit here naked but I thought I'd cover up seeing you're here." Sandi replied that she would love to go nude if we all agreed to do so. I wasn't going to pass up a good thing so I said I didn't mind. In a few minutes we were all naked sitting around drinking our wine and chatting as if we were clothed. "Gee Sandi; remember when we used to do this at the camp all the time." "Linda that used to lead to some interesting times didn't it." "Do you ever think back on those times?" I interrupted to inquire about those times. "Should we tell him?" Sandi asked. "Or just show him." Linda smiled. "You still hot for me blondie!" I'm hot and right now your body is looking good and if Mark is a good boy I'll let him fuck me. My cock was straight up at that statement and Sandi licked her lips and asked when the party was going to start. Linda suggested we go to the bedroom where we could be more comfortable and a bit more private. I had never seen this side of Linda nor had she ever told me about her and her cousin but right now that didn't matter. Sandi remarked how good our shaved areas looked and asked if they still felt smooth. Linda pushed her onto the bed and lowered her pussy over her face and told her to check herself. Sandi grabbed her waist and pulled that bald pussy into her tongue as Linda let out a moan and leaned forward to open Sandi's pussy lips and drive her tongue in. These girls had obviously eaten each other before seeing the job they were doing and the moans escaping from their throats. I was engrossed watching these two and playing with my hard on when Linda stuck two fingers in Sandi's pussy and started working them in and out all the time watching me play with my cock. She flicked her tongue out at me and told me to bring my cock over so she could lube it with her mouth so I could slide in Sandi's pussy. I smiled and placed my cock at her lips for some oral delight and for her to leave a huge amount of saliva for easy penetration. "Ok Lover, this is where I get to watch your cock slide in and satisfy someone else." I knelt between Sandi's legs and Linda guided my shaft into a very wet and comfortable pussy. I push forward and I was in as Sandi let out a gasp and a scream for me to plow her pussy hard, real hard as she went back to attacking Linda's pussy with her tongue and fingers. After a few minutes Linda came hard all over Sandi's face and told me that when I was ready to let her know as she was going to work on Sandi's clit so she could get a mind blowing orgasm from us. "Ok baby start doing your thing because I'm getting close." Linda attacked her clit as I started to stroke even faster as I was ready to cum any second now. I pumped a few more strokes as I felt the rush of fluid starting to build up and I grunted and stated sweating more than usual. I thrust forward and blew my first load as Sandi screamed and Lind watched in amazement as Sandi's pussy contracted around my cock to milk it as I shot another load and another. Sandi told Linda that she wanted to suck my cock clean and Linda said that was great because she wanted to eat my loads out of her pussy. Linda pulled my cock out and I positioned my self so that Sandi could suck me clean and I could watch Linda work on cleaning my cum and Sandi's mess. Whatever Linda was doing to Sandi was driving her crazy as she sucked on my balls and cleaned my shaft and started to take me deep trying to get me hard again. God I was going crazy with desire as I started to feel my cock come to life again which surprised Sandi and Linda as she knew what was happening so she finished on Sandi's pussy so that she could help her with my cock as both of them were working me over now. After a few more minutes I was fully erect and Linda asked Sandi if she would like to get a great view of a cock disappearing into a pussy. Sandi was panting with desire so Linda got into a doggie position and told Sandi to slide under her to look up at her pussy so she could watch my penetration. I got up behind Linda and Sandi took my cock into her mouth to lube it and then placed it at the opening of Linda's pussy as I slid forward to enter her. I started a slow fuck as Sandi was tonguing my balls and licking my shaft as I pulled back for the next thrust. What a great feeling!! I was picking up speed fucking Linda when Sandi repositioned her body behind me and began licking and reaming my asshole as I fucked my wife. I told Linda I was going to cum as I reached around and found her clit to help her get off and Sandi eased a finger in my ass and began fuck me. We were all in unison as I bellowed I was cumming, Linda screamed and Sandi shoved another finger in my ass looking for my prostrate. I came for what seemed like minutes as Linda could feel her pussy filling up with my liquid. As soon as I withdrew Sandi was there to eat everything that was oozing out of Linda as they were both moaning. What a day I had................ Changes She was,... a difficult woman. She knew that. He knew it too..., and that is why she loved him and she could never let him go. But these days were not like they had been. He had betrayed her. He had hurt her so. He had let her down so badly she knew things could never be the same. The details of the insult were unimportant. Her days had become gray, her hopes gone, the passion she once felt had abandoned her... and yet she knew she still loved him, only she didn't know how. She hurt too badly, she felt insecure, like running away and hiding. She couldn't look at him. She didn't want to. Her hurt was so bad. She knew he was sorry, he told her over and over. He tried to explain, but her pain, a pain she had never known would not let her forgive him, would not let go of her. His apologies only disgusted her and made him seem less of the man she once craved so. And yet, that was the irony. She loved the pain. She was his slave, he had made her such. He was the most beautiful man she had ever known. He was the hottest fuck she had ever had, completely confident that he could make her do whatever he wanted. She liked to fuck, she liked it more than most women. So did he. She came easily and often. Most men were afraid of that. He wasn't. She had an addictive personality. Once she found a sensation she liked she wanted more and more. He understood that and used it to control her and keep her under his control. She knew that was what she needed, a man who would control her and yet feed her addictions. She needed pain. She needed to feel. He would hurt her. He would hurt her in ways that would literally make her pussy leak its juices down her legs. She was a crazy bitch and he didn't mind one bit. He had that kind of empathy that allowed him to know just what she needed. Sometimes it was to be spanked across his knee. He knew just how to take his time and build up the pain. Sometimes it was to be tied in rope and teased and punished for his own amusement. He liked to watch her struggle in her bonds, whether it was from the pain of clamps on her nipples or the pleasure of his finger working on her special naughty spot he discovered just inside of her pussy. He had a sadistic streak and would make her suffer the for her pleasure, and his. He wasn't afraid of anything, not losing her, not pushing her too far or hurting her too much. He had exploited every sluttish desire she had ever had and had created a few more that, until he had performed them on her, she had found unpleasant. Yes, she was addicted to pain and to his cock. She was addicted to E-bay, the internet, and to tequila too. Her main addiction, however, was him, the others he would not let get out of hand. He had kept her under his control. She felt lost now though. Like a small chick who had lost it's mother, running around trying to find the safety of the brood but unable to. She could no longer trust him and yet she knew she could not live without him. She undressed and examined herself in the full length bedroom mirror. She no longer felt beautiful. She looked at the rings in each nipple and the large one just above her clit on her hairless pussy. They used to make her feel owned and proud to be his, a constant reminder that she wore them because he had commanded it . Not now though. They could be removed she thought. Then she turned and looked at her ass in the mirror. That could not be removed she thought. His initials, one letter of each he had branded on cheeks of her ass. She knew that would alway be there. She rubbed her fingers over them and tried to feel the excitement she once felt, the excitement of knowing this man was not afraid to mark her to make her his own. But it wasn't there. What would she do? She needed him so badly, she needed him to do the things he did to her, the things only he understood, but she could not make herself submit to those needs or to him. Briefly, she wondered if he was fucking someone else. He had before, but he told her he was going to, just to prove to her that she was his and he could do with her as he pleased. She understood that. A man who could fuck like him could not be expected to always be faithful. He was the master and it was she that was enslaved. Then, however, he still fucked her too. But not now. He seemed to sense she no longer possessed the passion she once had for him. She had in fact rejected his overtures, and since she no longer responded as before, his ardor had waned as well. But the thought of him fucking someone else made her mad on the inside now. Naked she went to the liquor cabinet and poured a shot of tequila. She drank it quickly and took the bottle back with her to the bathroom and drank some more as she took a long hot bath. She settled in the hot soapy water and sipped her tequila. She heard the door unlock. She knew it was him coming home from work. "Hey, it is just me." She said nothing. Then she could hear the click of the heels of his shoes as he walked down the hardwood floor of the hall to their bedroom. "There you are. How was your day?" He looked at the tequila bottle and decided to leave her alone. She didn't answer anyway. He put down his stuff and changed into some pajama bottoms and went back to the to kitchen to eat. He knew she was still in a funk and decide to just leave her alone. She got out of the bath finishing off one more shot of tequila. Then she walked wet, naked and barefoot to the kitchen where he was sitting as a small table. "Hey you! You're wet." He got up to get a clean towel from the kitchen cabinet. She walked over to him and stood in front of him. "Yes, I am." She grabbed his hand and put it between her legs. She panted as she humped his hand, her breasts heaving and her hips rocking on his fingers. She stared straight into his eyes as though she was challenging him to make her cum. He quickly and easily slipped his fingers inside her finding her naughty spot, her g-spot, working her into a frenzy. Then he took his other arm and pulled her close to him. She shuddered and came. He knew she would and her legs would be weak from it. "Come on lets go to bed," she breathed. She took his hand and led him quickly to the bedroom. Once there she spread out on the bed opening her legs directly in his view. "Come her my pretty man," she told him. "Take off those pajamas. Let me see you before you fuck me." He knew better than to ask questions. He was eager to have her back to her old self. His cock was hard and ready. She gazed at him and thought about how hot he made her just to look at him naked. He got on top of her. His cock slid in easily. She arched her back and groaned with pleasure wrapping her ankles around his legs, thrusting her hips to meet his. She used her finger nails and scratched his chest deeply, marking him. He noticed she had a wild look in her eyes. "You better fuck me hard, fuck me dammit," she panted. Very quickly she came again. Then she caught her breath. "Stop for a minute. I want to ask you something," she said. "I want to do something different." "Sure. What is it" "I want you tied you to the bed." He wondered why, but said okay. She had never expressed any desire to do this before. He rolled off of her on his back and she hopped up got some rope from the dresser drawer where he stored the toys he usually used on her. "Put your wrist over your head." He did. She tied them together and to the head of the antique iron bed. She had hoped that the orgasms would help to calm her, but she could feel the excitement returning. She could feel the twitching in the pit of her stomach... the way she used to feel it. She could feel again. She felt the excitement of a woman about to experience something she had long craved but was just now about to experience. She could feel her nipples stiffen, throbbing painfully. She leaned over him her tits dangling over his face. She took one in her hand and fed the nipple to his mouth. "Where are your nipple rings?" She ignored the question. "Here, bite them, bite them hard make them hurt!" He strained his head up to take the nipple in his mouth and he sucked hard biting it and pulling it. "Bite them hard, make them hurt," she said sternly. He did. He was not afraid to make it hurt. Then it occurred to him he was tied up. She could feel the pain shoot through her nipple and into her womb, her clit growing, stiffening, her pussy leaking its juices. She felt wild and uninhibited. She was in control now and it was a rush. She straddled him taking his cock deep inside her. She took hold of the head board and lowered both breasts down to his face. "Lick them, kiss them, suck'em baby, suck'em hard," she panted as her ass snapped down hard on his cock. She liked the way she felt without the rings. He hadn't paid this kind of attention to her nipples in a long time. The rings had been in the way. He would pull them and clamp them, but what she really wanted was his mouth on them. She came again. She raised up and looked at him. He looked back at her. She was glistening with sweat. Her skin shined. She looked strong now, not beaten down the way she had been. Her tits rose with each breath. She looked beautiful to him, her hips still slowly rocking on his cock. He could feel her juices running down his balls and between his legs. "You can cum now baby." "Can you untie me?" "No, darling you have to do it like this... with me on top." He wondered why she was like this. She had been drunk on tequila before, but never wanted to do this. "Untie me." "No!" Then she hopped out of the bed and stood by him seemingly angry. "We are going to do it my way! Do you hear me?" He was getting angry now. He was the one who was supposed to be in charge. Things were getting out of hand. His cock began to soften. She took hold of it and began to stroke it. "I need this darling. I need to have you do it my way. Do you still love me? I need to know you do," she said in a softer more seductive voice. "Yes." "Good." Then she smiled, happier now, and got back on top of him, eased onto his cock and began to ride him again. "Now cum for me sweetie. Fuck me till you cum." He had to concentrate. This wasn't what he was used to, being tied, her on top, giving orders. It was all so distracting. She leaned over and kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth. Usually she sucked his tongue into her, but now she pushed her tongued deeply into his mouth holding his head not letting him breath. She broke her hold for a moment. "Cum for me baby." Then she did it again. This time working her pussy on his cock. He could feel her muscles contracting around it, squeezing it. "You like that don't you. You are just as big a slut as I am darling. I know how much you need my pussy." Then she kissed him again, smothering him with her lips, fucking his mouth with her tongue, raping his mouth, holding him down as her cunt pumped the cum from his cock. She felt his cock spasm as it shot into her. She continued to fuck him. "Please stop. It is too sensitive. Please stop, I can't take it," he begged. She let go of him and stopped. She raised up and smiling she said, "Okay, but I am not finished." She moved up straddling his face and lowered her pussy down on his mouth, now minus the ring he had put there. "Eat me darling, lick me good." He turned his head away not wanting to taste his own semen. She held his head by his lower jaw with one hand and slapped him with the other. Before he realized it she took both hands, held his head still, and pushed her pussy down on his mouth and rubbed it from his nose to his chin, smearing her juices and his cum all over his face. "I said EAT IT! I have tasted your cum enough. Now it is your turn." The slap did something to him. Something in him snapped. He realized the position he was in and he gave in. He began to lick her. Doing so caused him to feel a stirring in the pit of his stomach. This was an entirely new experience. It was exciting. He was a little afraid of it all. He didn't want her to know he liked it. He was completely out of his comfort zone. "That's better. Lick it good." She reached behind her back an was surprised to find his cock was hard again. "Mmmmmm, I think you like my pussy more than you thought." She stroked him a few times to tease him. Then she roughly fucked his face, pushing down hard smothering him, humping his mouth, feeling his tongue reaching inside her, flicking her clit. She liked this. She liked it a lot. She liked being in control for a change, but what she really liked is that she had discovered he liked it too. It made her feel closer to him than she had in a long time. "Are you ready to fuck me now?" she said untying him. He didn't answer but sprang out of bed and looked at her there on her knees kneeling in front of him, on the bed her eyes looking directly into his, challenging him. She turned her eyes away. He took hold of her ankles and in one motion pulled her to him flipping her over on her stomach and spreading her legs and bending her over the side of the bed. He fucked her roughly, but he had just cum and needed more stimulation. He pulled out and with one hand pushed his cock against her sphincter. He needed to show her who was in charge. She stiffened and didn't seem to want it. "No, don't do that, not there, just fuck me till you cum. That is what I want." He didn't like that. He wasn't used to her resisting at least not like that, but he did want to cum so he fucked her pussy until he did. After he came she got under the covers and went to sleep. He was confused by all of this, but glad to have regained some of the intimacy they had lost. The he laid down and went to sleep too.  The next day he left for work as always. She was still asleep. As he drove it all seemed like a dream. She had never been like this with him, never this assertive. Something had changed in her, but more worrisome to him was the change in himself. No matter how you dressed it up, she had dominated him. She had tied him to the bed, she had fucked him, she had made him lick her pussy fresh from his cumming. What bothered him more than her change in attitude was the fact that she knew the effect it had on him. He was vulnerable now. She had found a chink in his armor. He was so sure of himself now. How would it all go...? When he got home. She wasn't there. He felt a panic. Had she left? Had she left for good? She had been acting so strange. Relax, he told himself. She had been gone before when he came home from work. It was probably nothing to worry about. But he was still anxious. He fixed a drink a went to check his email in the bedroom. As he sat at the computer he heard her car pull into the garage, then the door slam and finally the kitchen door open. He felt nervous, anxious, ill at ease. Why was he feeling like this? She walked into the bedroom. "Hey you, where have you been?" "I just went out to see a friend. We had met over the internet and decided to meet in real life," she said sort of laughing. "Over the internet?" She was serious now, "Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" She was challenging him. He was set aback. "Probably not, but I want to know more about her." "Who said it was a she?" "Now listen." "Oh, take it easy." Here tone changed from serious to relaxed, "Lets go to bed, work up an appetite and order Chinese," she said smiling seductively. "Okay," he said before he knew it. He had been so damn horny lately he just gave in. He didn't push and demand an answer. Maybe, he thought, I'll bring it up again. She beat him to bed. By the time he walked out to the closet she was under the covers, her clothes lying on the floor in a pile. He noticed her bra but no panties. Lately she had been wearing panties, why not now he thought. He got under the covers quickly. She moved toward him, embraced him and kissed him passionately. He lips were soft swollen and hot, her mouth wet. "I love you so much, you know I can't live without you," she said gasping for breath as she broke the kiss. "I really do. You know I do don't you?" "Yes, I know.... I love you too." He was feeling a little anxious about all of this.
 She pushed him over on his back and climbed on top of him, straddling him, grinding her pussy against his groin, kissing him hard on the mouth, then on his neck, biting him. Then she leaned over whispering in his ear, "Come on baby, get your dick hard, you know I want it, you know how much I love you and want you." This new more aggressive woman was making him a little uncomfortable. " Am I putting too much pressure on you? Am I rushing you?" "No, no, I am just tired from work, a little tense I guess," he lied. The truth was he was scared. She was not herself. Something was up. He just didn't know what and it made him uneasy. She kissed him again, deeply, passionately, roughly, her wetness running from her mouth to his, her tongue tracing his lips, fucking his mouth. She was indeed rushing him. She wanted to cum badly. She had been needing him all day and now she had him. "Do you want me to tie you up again?" she whispered with hot breath in his ear. He didn't know if it was the hot breath or the words "tie you up" but his cock stirred instantly. He could feel the excitement in the pit of his stomach as it seemed to twist in a knot. "You do, don't you? He didn't say a word. He couldn't even look at her. He wanted it so bad and yet he felt ashamed, embarrassed. No matter he was going to ride it out and see what happened. She took his arms and stretched them above his head and held his wrists together. "Don't move." She tied the rope around them. It was already tied to the bed behind the mattress. "You already had it there didn't you?" "Yes. I know you better than you think. I like to see you, to fuck you when you are tied. I just wish you had known me as well." "What do you mean?" "Never mind," she said as she moved up over his face, her pussy just inches from his mouth. "Since you wouldn't fuck me, you'll have to eat my pussy." She lowered her pussy down on his mouth roughly. Her pussy was already wet and hot. He could smell her like it had been wet all day. Her pussy was rough from not being shaved either. Usually, she would bath and shave her pussy smooth, but not now. She ground her pussy up and down his face, humping his mouth and nose roughly, the stubble scratching his skin, smearing her juices all over him. "I love you so damn much baby. Do you love me?" she asked frantically humping his face, nearly smothering him. "Let me feel that tongue baby, you have such a long, strong tongue, let me feel it." He tried to talk but she held his head and worked her pussy over his mouth and nose faster and faster until she came. "Damn baby! I have been needing that all day." She got off of him and laid down beside him her arm over his chest. His arms were still tied by his wrists over his head. "Do you really love me?" "Yes." "Really?" "Yes, you know I do." "No I don't. You hurt me really badly, you let me down. I don't know if I can ever trust you the way I used to." "What do you mean?" "I trusted you enough that I surrendered myself to you in every way. I let you brand my ass with your initials for god's sake. I let you beat me, humiliate me, treat me like a slut. And I loved every minute of it. I loved you controlling me. You were the first man who ever really got me and what I needed. I know I am a twisted slut, but you loved me and gave me what I needed anyway. You weren't afraid of me like so many others had been. You kept me so well fucked. No man ever fucked me like you did. "I still am that guy." "No, no you aren't. At least I am not sure anymore. You hurt me bad. I don't know if things can ever be the same. But I love you so desperately, I can't live without you. I don't know if I'll ever be able to trust you like I once did." Changes He didn't know what to say. He felt so let down, so deflated. He liked what they had. He loved her deeply, but no amount of reassurance or apologizing seemed to change things. He wondered what all of this meant. He had always been the one calling the shots. He gave the orders and she obeyed. Everything seemed so different now. He no longer felt in charge "I am so sorry." "Don't say that. You have apologized enough," she said sternly, almost resentfully. "Wait here. I'll be back soon." "Hey, aren't you going to untie me?" he asked as she bounded naked from the bed a out of the bedroom. "No!" she shouted from the hall. He laid there waiting. His arms were getting stiff. He could hear her in the kitchen, cabinet doors slamming, her mumbling. He heard a kitchen chair scrape across the kitchen floor. Then nothing. After about fifteen minutes she came in the bedroom carrying a bottle of tequila in one hand and a shot glass in the other. She put the bottle on the night stand and sat down beside him on the bed. He could tell she had already had quite a bit of tequila by the look in her eyes and her expression. She looked down his body rested her hand on his stomach and sipped the tequila. "Damn, you are such a pretty man," she said rubbing his stomach. "I knew you were a hot fuck when I first saw you just by looking at you... the way you looked in those jeans. You have the cutest little ass. You have just the kind of ass a guy needs to give a girl a good fucking." She began to rub lower, just above his cock. "Look at you. I ain't even touching your cock and it is getting hard already. Oh, I forgot, you didn't get to cum a while ago. You are such slut you know. You like to fuck more than any man I ever knew." She downed the tequila and poured another shot. She grabbed his hard cock roughly and squeezed it hard, so hard he flinched. "Did that hurt, baby? Oh look. When I squeeze it juice comes out the head. Let me stroke baby..., make it all slick. Oh, I know." She cupped his balls in her hand and poured the tequila over his cock and began to lick and suck it. She lapped the tequila from her hand licking his balls at the same time. Then she grabbed them and twisted. He squirmed on the bed. "Does that hurt baby?" she said twisting harder. "I hope so, cause I really like to hurt you. I just figured that out you know." she said as she leaned down to his ear. " I really, really, like it. I would let you feel how wet hurting you makes me but your are tied up aren't you." She reached down between her legs and pushed her fingers between the lips of her pussy wetting them with her own juices then rubbed them over his lips and pushed them into his mouth. "Here, can you tell?" He nodded yes because she kept her fingers in his mouth rubbing them around. Then she dipped them back into her pussy again and smeared her juices all over his face and back into his mouth. "Suck my fingers honey. I like that. I like the feel of you sucking my fingers, I like the feel of your hot mouth tonging them, just like my nipples or my clit. But you know, what I really want?" He shook his head, no. She looked deeply into his eyes, " I want to hurt you baby. I want to hurt you so bad, in so many ways. I want you to hurt for me, to suffer for me. You know I love you so much, so desperately. I think that is why I want to so badly..., because I love you so much. Not just that though, but it makes me so damn wet to, dare I say it? Dominate you. I know it sounds twisted, but when I have you like this I don't have to trust you. I can just make you do what I want." Then she laughed, " and, I think you like it too." He tried to answer, but she kept her fingers in his mouth because she didn't want him to talk. "Shhh. Don't talk now." She got up and went to the dresser and opened the toy drawer pulling out a penis gag he frequently used on her along with some more rope. "Here open." This was humiliating. Him having to take a gag shaped like a penis head in his mouth. She could have gotten the ball gag but she chose this one. He opened his mouth silently and took the gag as she buckled it behind his head. "God, you look so damn hot like that. Do you like having a cock in your mouth?" She laughed, then downed another shot of tequila "Now turn over baby." His eyes got wide. "Don't give me any sass. Now turn over!" He rolled over on his stomach. She got on top of him and leaned down to his ear. The tequila was quickly lowering any inhibitions she might have had. Her speech was slurred but she felt completely confident now, if a little lightheaded. "Do you really love me?" she said licking his ear, sticking her tongue in it roughly. "Oh, I forget you have a cock in your mouth. Well anyway, you have to promise me you'll still love me. After all, I have your initials branded on my ass. Nod if you do. Good boy. No, you are really a bad boy aren't you?" She got off of him and tied each ankle and spread his legs apart. "Darling, you have the cutest ass. I could just eat you up." Then she leaned over and squeezed it with both hands and bit down on his left cheek sucking the flesh into her mouth trying to leave a mark. She let go with her right hand and pushed her finger between his ass cheeks and tickled his asshole. "Hold still. I have always wanted to do this too you. I want you to feel the humiliation and violation of having your ass penetrated. There, it goes in easy doesn't it." He grunted and clinched his ass together as she worked it in and out. "Ohhh, who is the bitch now," she hissed wickedly. He was getting a little scared by all of this. She was drunk after all, this wasn't her usual behavior, and he was gagged. It was all getting a little dangerous. But there was something very exciting about it all too. Like he was getting to see her at her most intimate. She wasn't just obeying, submitting to him now, but rather she was doing as she pleased, she was completely uninhibited and fearless. He wondered where all of this would take them. "Tell me, who is who's bitch now!" she demanded. He was still gagged and could only grunt. "That's right you are baby. You are my fuckin' bitch." she said getting up off the bed and going back to the dresser drawer. "Lets see, what can I find to use on you? What do I feel like doing to you? Oh, okay, I see!" she said as she walked back over to the bed. Changes Haven't you ever noticed that some days seem to have a theme? Some unusual topic will keep recurring throughout the day until it gets to the point where everything seems to revolve around that subject matter. It happens to me quite a lot and apparently it runs in the family -- my mother is often telling me of days like that, and just recently she had one where the topic was birds. She found her pet canary flying around the living room when she got up that morning, was brought chicken for lunch at her local restaurant when she had actually ordered a steak, hit a pheasant driving back home, found out that she'd won a Christmas turkey in a prize draw, and rounded off the day by watching Hitchcock's film because it was on the only channel she could get on her malfunctioning television. Well, this little tale is all about one of my themed days, only it was a little more ... unusual than my mother's. My theme turned out to be change. Before I begin in earnest I'd better tell you just a little about myself. I'm not thirty yet but the big three-zero is beginning to loom and I'm a happily single woman (tried the marriage thing once and found out it wasn't for me). Just to make it clear, although I'm single I do have a number of male friends and I'm never short of admirers, so my lack of a partner is through choice. I'm 'cute' according to a female friend, but personally see myself as being 'okay' -- a little over five-six, one hundred and ten pounds, nice enough figure, and a face that doesn't sour the milk. I'm a bit of a fitness junkie and like to keep myself in good shape but it's more a matter of personal pride than for show because I'm kinda shy in many ways. I have a decent enough job at a publishing company and a nice apartment on the outskirts of London. I've a couple of close friends, Jessica and Stephie, a couple of doting parents, and a quietly hectic social life. All in all, it's a busy existence, but a happy one. Anyway, the theme day occurred just after New Year, and it wasn't even nine in the morning before I realised what was happening. I'd woken up to the Osbournes -- Ozzy and Kelly -- who were apparently 'going though changes', was asked for 'any loose change, miss' by an old drunk at the tube station, had to change trains unexpectedly at Seven Sisters, and was serenaded by David Bowie (ch-ch-ch-changes) in the lift on the way up to my office. Even if I hadn't been experienced in themed days, I would probably still have made the link! After spending the morning labouring over a manuscript with the working title 'All Change' about a group of vegetarian werewolves, I was more than relieved when the clock ticked around to lunchtime. The area of London I work in is described as an 'up-and-coming' district -- which is shorthand for 'used to be really grotty but we've paved over the High Street and built a new shopping mall'. On this particular day, this suited me fine because I was due to go to a fancy dinner the following week and there was a particularly nice clothes shop in the new shopping mall. The weather was downright nasty that day -- freezing cold and drizzling with the sort of stuff that can permeate a wet-suit -- and I bundled myself up in half a dozen layers before setting off for the shops. Of course, this meant that by the time I was inside Grace's Gowns, I was sweating like a shaved polar bear in the middle of the Sahara. Fortunately, the shop's one sales assistant, a middle-aged woman, (Jennifer, according to her name-badge) was both experienced and considerate. As soon as she saw I was a serious shopper she offered to let me put my top coat and jacket behind the sales desk -- and I gladly shucked them off before returning to the rails. The one great advantage of shopping in such a location is the fact that there are no crowds, and despite it being a Friday lunchtime I was alone in the shop save for an elderly woman looking at scarves and guy in his forties who I took to be her son. As I said earlier, I'm kinda shy and that goes double when it comes to the way I dress. I'm not a prude, but I like to be well-covered and although I was looking for something fairly demure to wear for the dinner, I would still have to try it on in the store -- so the fact that it was pretty much empty was comforting. After fifteen minutes of rejecting dresses on the grounds that they showed too much cleavage or that they were off-the-shoulder or too short or too revealing in general, I had narrowed my choices down to two. They were both rather smart and did little more than hint at what they might conceal -- perfect for me, in other words. I asked Jennifer if I could try them on and was directed to changing cubicles at the back of the store in a little alcove that offered some privacy in itself. Despite the store's recent construction the curtains across the front of the cubicles harked back to much older days, but at least they looked as if they would provide total -- if flimsy -- privacy. Even then I might have felt uncomfortable but for the fact that the only other customers were the ancient lady and her bored-looking middle-aged son. I thanked Jennifer, took my dresses into the cubicle in the furthest corner and hung them on the little rail provided. After double-checking that I'd pulled the curtain absolutely all the way across, I started the onerous process of undressing. Because of the weather I was wearing a roll-neck jumper over a t-shirt, jeans and thermal tights. It was ideal clothing for the temperatures outside, but pretty much the worst combination possible for a small changing cubicle in a dress shop. Everything was tight and took an effort to pull over my head or down my legs, and the cubicle was proving to have a reverse Tardis effect -- it was smaller on the inside than it looked from the body of the shop. Twice I nearly pushed the privacy curtain open with an errant arm. The first time wasn't so bad because it was while I was pulling off the roll-neck, but the second time was when I was taking off the thermal tights -- and the thought of revealing myself in just a small bra and panties had my heart jumping into my throat. I didn't even sunbathe in a bikini and the thought of getting seen in my underwear was sobering, to say the least. I reminded myself that I was alone in this part of the store anyway and took a couple of deep breaths before slipping into the first of the dresses. Once I was all zipped up, I pushed open the curtain and stepped into the alcove where a three-way mirror had been thoughtfully (okay, obviously) provided. The dress was not bad... but now that I had it on, it seemed to have been put together for someone with much larger hips than me. I shrugged and smiled to myself -- I'd already kinda set my heart on the other dress anyway. I stepped back into the cubicle and was drawing the curtain when the elderly lady hobbled into view. I gave her a smile and made doubly sure the curtain was secure before slipping out of dress number one. Knowing that there was someone close by -- even an old lady -- was making me feel a tad vulnerable, and I didn't even bother hanging up the first dress before I took the second one from its hanger. This one was a slinky sort of affair, and a much tighter fit. So much so, that when I got it up to my hips it kinda stuck there and I had to check that it was fully unzipped before starting to wriggle it higher. I was just thinking that this was the hardest 'change' I'd experienced this day when I lost my footing. With the slinky dress still around my waist I reached out instinctively for support. Unfortunately, I reached out in the direction of the curtain. It won't surprise anyone to know that my hand didn't find the support I was seeking, and instead it just pushed the curtain wide open. I staggered a couple of steps before regaining my balance -- only to look up and see the old woman's son standing just a couple of yards in front of me. It was one of those situations where shock takes a little while to make way for rational thought and I must have stood there, frozen, for a full two or three seconds before I realised that I was presenting this guy with a close up view of my boobs in their little white bra. Now when I said 'little' earlier, I meant little in comparison to my boobs -- there was a lot of flesh on show above the lacy cups. I finally gasped and brought my arms up to cover myself before stammering an apology and diving back behind the curtain. Once there my mind decided to be all rebellious and replayed the scene -- with a couple of details I'd failed to really notice the first time around. For a start, the guy had looked both shocked and delighted -- and yet a little shame-faced at the same time. Now that I thought about it, I was sure that he had glanced at a cubicle further along where, no doubt, his mother must have been trying something on. Then there was something else I'd failed to notice. That look of delight had contained something more than just pleasure -- it was the sort of delight that has its roots firmly embedded in sexuality. Not quite lust, as such, but certainly 'liking a hell of a lot in a sexual way'. Oh, and there was one final thing that became apparent as I stood there panting in shock. A part of me -- a deep down, distant, almost entirely hidden part of me -- had felt a thrill at what happened. That I had inadvertently shown myself in a state of half-undress, in a tiny bra that was clearly never meant to be seen in public, and to a guy who was clearly delighted with the view... it had given me a shiver of what I could only describe as excitement. The revelation -- of how I felt, I mean -- was as shocking to me as it was unexpected. For a couple of seconds I tried to deny it, but the truth of it was right there in the tingling I felt in my almost painfully erect nipples and the warmth in my groin. The realisation that there was only a flimsy curtain between myself and the accidental witness to my misfortune sent a shiver through me -- and I almost cried out loud with the shock that this was absolute proof of my nascent excitement. There's only so much denial that one can impose on oneself and with this evidence I was all out of it. I stared down at my bra-clad boobs and at the curtain a few inches from my face -- the curtain on the other side of which stood a guy. I ignored another surge of excitement and took a few deep breaths. This was an aberration, I told myself, a weird response to a weirder, one-off accident. I was still the shy, timid creature I'd always been and accidents don't have to be bad. Of all the things I told myself only two stood out as being totally true -- it was an accident and it was a one-off. I was still in complete control of myself -- and when all is said and done, it was just a quick look at my covered boobs. But I've never been one that was slow to explore new possibilities. And it was a one-off situation... and I was in complete control... Of course, all of these thoughts flashed through my mind in just a few seconds and underlying every notion that passed through my brain was the simple fact that I was desperately shy about showing my body. That this guy had seen what he had seen was beyond anything that would have crossed my mind at any time and in any circumstances -- and yet it had happened and my body had responded, seemingly of its own accord. It was unsettling -- like finding out that your mother is a spy (mind you, I've often thought that mine was nosey enough to make her a good special agent). I reminded myself that I was in control now and tried to shout out the persistent feeling of arousal. As I resumed the struggle with the dress -- careful to maintain my balance at all times -- I tried not to think about the guy who was standing outside the curtain. He was just an average forty-something, carrying maybe a couple of pounds more around his waist than he might have liked, and with hair a little thinner than he would want. A pleasant enough look, but no oil painting. Of course, my rebellious mind kept reminding me that there was one unique thing about him -- the sight that he'd just received. By this time I'd managed to slide the dress over my hips and up and over my modest bust -- only to find that when I tried to zip it up, it was way too tight. With infinite care I managed to wriggle my way out of it and then checked the label -- it was my size but had the word 'small' printed in...well, small print. Trying my hardest to focus on the issue in hand, I remembered that there were at least a couple more in my size on the rail and guessed that there was probably one that wasn't listed as 'small'. I had, as I said, set my heart on the dress and just had to see if there was one in the store that fit properly -- but now that I thought about it, I wasn't sure that I could face leaving the cubicle, no matter how many layers I put on. The guy was still outside to judge by the muffled conversation he was having with his mother, and I could just imagine the look that would be on his face if I emerged again -- even if I was fully dressed. My mind decided to have another flirt with rebellion and I glanced down at myself dressed in nothing but my underwear. My boobs were barely covered by the white cotton of the bra and I could scarcely believe that the guy had got to see me like that -- and definitely couldn't believe that it was still making me feel so... well... excited. I'm one of those people that can't leave a puzzle unfinished, and as I stood there with disbelief and excitement coursing through me in equal measure, I realised that there was a very simple way of finding out whether what I was feeling was real. Maybe I could kinda poke my head out of the cubicle and ask the guy to get the sales assistant -- ostensibly to get her to fetch me a dress in the right size, but really to see whether such proximity to the guy while I was still dressed like this might prove that the excitement was real. Even as I thought of it, I had to double-check to make sure that it really was me considering such a thing! I kinda took a back-seat as my mind argued with itself. On the one hand I really needed to know if this was some sort of sea-change in me, whether there was a latent exhibitionist streak that had just been revealed (so to speak), and here was a perfect one-off opportunity to find out. I needn't even actually show anything more than my face... On the other hand, the embarrassment of talking to the guy -- even from pretty much behind a curtain -- could quite possibly see my cheeks bursting into flame, and what if he thought I was some kind of pervert? It was time that brought my argument to a close -- or rather, the sudden lack of it. If I was going to find out then it was better now with a guy that had already seen far more than I was used to -- but no matter how old his mother was, he surely wouldn't be standing around for much longer. Besides, one-off opportunities are exactly that -- one and only chances. I didn't even have a chance to lodge a formal appeal before I found myself grasping the edge of the curtain and poking my head outside. "Um, excuse me." I heard myself say. The guy looked across and I could see him try very hard to suppress a smile, "Yes, miss?" "I, um... that is, sorry about...startling you earlier, but I was wondering if you could do me a small favour?" My mind was a blank, but fortunately my mouth was on autopilot -- or unfortunately, depending on your point of view. The guy took one step closer after casting a quick glance at the cubicle where his mother was obviously taking up residence, "No need to apologise, I assure you. How can I assist?" His politeness and the quietness of his voice served to bring my heart-rate down from 'hummingbird' to 'chicken spotting a fox'. It also served to reassure me that I was in no danger whatsoever. "I was wondering if you could ask the assistant to come over and help me out." "Certainly I could. Is that all?" I had been looking directly into his eyes and had I detected even the faintest trace of lasciviousness I would have clammed up and called off whatever experiment is was that I was running. As it was, there was just an honest, genuine helpfulness there... I took a deep breath, "Well, maybe to save everyone a little time, could you take her one of the dresses I was trying on and tell her that I need the same size but not in a 'small'? Oh, and pair of shoes with a three or four inch heel?" "I'd be delighted," he said. "Great. I'll just get it for you." I let the curtain fall back into place, my ears ringing with the excitement. He would be just outside the flimsy curtain any second and I would have to pass him the dress. Up to that second I hadn't thought about anything more than seeing how his close proximity would make me feel... but now, having seen and heard how pleasant the guy seemed -- how non-threatening -- my rebellious side suggested that if I really wanted to know what was going on then I had the perfect opportunity. I stood for a couple of seconds, full of self doubt but equally full of a more definite sense of excitement. Just a tiny little slip of the curtain, just a second or two of ... not exactly exposure but certainly of showing more than I'd ever dared before, and I would know for sure whether there was some sort of change going on inside me. No puzzle left unfinished, I reminded myself. I grabbed the dress off of the floor and took a deep breath. Without giving myself the chance to so much as think, I grabbed the edge of the curtain and poked my had outside. The guy was standing back a respectful distance and offered a warm smile as I reappeared. I swallowed and returned the smile, "Thanks ever so much." I brought the hand holding the dress around in front of me and pushed it through the curtain, my body now almost at right angles as I kept it hidden. As the guy reached forward to take the proffered garment my mind yelled 'Now!' with such unexpected suddenness that my other hand slipped off the curtain of its own accord and somehow managed to pull it slightly open in the process. I jolted upright and fumbled to pull the curtain back fully closed -- leaving a tantalising three or four inch gap for a couple of seconds. I stammered another apology as I saw the guy's eyes lock onto the narrow view of my body, and when his gaze quickly shifted to my face I realised I'd made the right decision. I felt excited beyond words -- but completely safe and in control (well, in control as far as the situation went). The guy had taken the dress from me at some point and I quickly pulled the curtain across. After a deep breath, I poked my head outside once again. "Jeez, what must you think of me! I'm so sorry!" The guy smiled -- the right kind of smile, "Accidents happen and I consider myself fortunate, so there's absolutely no need to apologise." He kept his voice low and another glance at the cubicle his mother was in told me that he was desperate not to let her hear. It made me feel even safer. I lowered my own voice, "Well, thank you. I'll... um, just wait here then." The guy looked down at the dress as if he hadn't realised it was there, "Oh of course, sorry. I'll go see what I can sort out for you." I pulled my head back into the cubicle and let out a sigh as I heard the guy telling his mother that he was going to be back shortly and that she shouldn't worry about him not being outside as there was no one else in the shop. While I waited, I examined my emotions with the finest-toothed comb I could muster -- only to find that no matter how hard I looked at myself, I had to admit that the whole thing had turned me on beyond anything I'd experienced before. I could feel dampness at my groin and my breasts felt heavy in their tiny bra, the nipples sensitive to every tiny movement. If I had been on my own right then I don't think I could have stopped myself from playing a while, I was that excited. Changes My mind was in overdrive and I was wondering how I could play the whole thing out, how much more I could find out about myself... I was also wishing that I hadn't asked him to request assistance from Jennifer. It was probably that last wish that had my heart leaping into my throat when I heard the guy's voice, whispering almost, from just beyond the curtain. "Miss?" More swallowing was required before I managed, "Yes?" "The, er, assistant is busy on the phone but I took the liberty of scanning the rail for you and I think I've found what you were looking for." My mind immediately decided I'd been wrong about this guy. He hadn't even tried to get the assistant! I pushed my head through the curtain, ready to take the dress and shoes, and draw an end to the whole business. And then stopped. The look on the guy's face -- apologetic and embarrassed -- told me that Jennifer really was busy, and that the guy really did think he was helping me. Now here's a weird thing. My mood swung all the way back from indignation at the guy's cheek to it's earlier mood of daring and excitement -- and then kept swinging for a distance. I smiled -- a genuine, if nervous, smile, "Oh, thank you. That's very kind." The swing continued, "Um... could I be ever so cheeky and ask one last little favour?" The guy seemed to relax a little, "Certainly, miss." "It's Nikki, by the way. Um, I was wondering if you could help me with the zip when I get it on. It's, um, a bit awkward." The glance he gave to his mother's cubicle settled my nerves and when he said, "Well, if you're sure?" I felt a strange calm come over me -- although my excitement level rose. "You're very kind," I told him, "I won't be a minute." I took the dress from him and let the curtain fall back into place. With trembling fingers I took it from its hanger and slid it up my legs. It was much less of a struggle over my hips this time and it took no more than a couple of seconds to pull it onto my shoulders. Not giving myself a moment to think, I pulled back the curtain and smiled at the guy. "Mike," he said. "Pardon?" "My name... is Mike. I thought after you told me that you're Nikki..." "Oh right. Well, thank you, Mike." I turned my back to him and lifted my hair, "If you could just..." "Right, right." I sensed him step up behind me and then felt one of his hands brace against my back as the other fumbled for the zipper. He was obviously nearly as nervous as I was and this somehow reassured me -- on many levels. As soon as the zipper was done up he stepped away and I turned to face him, impressed and comforted by the look of wistful embarrassment that he was wearing. "Thanks, you're a life saver." He smiled then, that warm, genuine smile of earlier, "It was a pleasure." I slipped on the shoes, made a show of viewing myself in the mirror and finally took a deep breath, "Um, I know I said one last favour but... well..." "Yes?" "My... um, the back of the dress is quite low and I don't really want to be showing off my bra straps... I was wondering if you could help with the zip again if I just quickly see what it's like without." I'm not sure who was more surprised by my comment. Mike blushed but managed an 'of course', although his fingers were trembling even more noticeably when he helped unzip me. Back in the cubicle, curtain firmly drawn, I unclipped my bra and shrugged it off before I could so much as think, although when the cold air crossed my hot nipples it was all I could do not to moan aloud. I could scarcely believe what I was doing -- let alone how excited I was. The whole situation was snow-balling, but I reassured myself I was still in control before I dared pull back the curtain once more. Even with the dress over my shoulders and with my boobs completely covered, I felt as if I were topless. The cool air was caressing the soft skin of my back like a lover -- an expert lover -- and as I turned that bare flesh towards Mike I felt such a surge of excitement that I gave an involuntary shudder. As his fingers fumbled once more at the zipper I was having real difficulty in not moaning and it was almost a relief when it was closed and he stepped back. "That feels better," I managed, "I guess it looks that way as well?" "Oh yes," Mike nodded, his eyes fixed on mine. I turned this way and that, "Not too revealing at the side, is it?" I knew that it wasn't, but this was fun! "Not nearly enough... oh god, I'm so sorry!" Mike spluttered, "I don't know why I said... I mean-". I laughed -- surprisingly easily under the circumstances, "It's okay. My fault entirely." "Not at all. It was terrible of me. I'm so sorry." "Oh, please don't be, Mike." I actually meant it, "I was hardly very careful with the curtain, was I?" "Well... I shouldn't have looked then either." "I think I might have been offended if you hadn't, but accidents are accidents and there's no harm done, is there?" "No," he said after a pause. He managed a smile, "I guess it's my lucky day." I was about to say something similar when his mother emerged from her changing cubicle. "Michael, what are you doing?" I waved, "He's just helping me. Sorry to call him away from you." The old dear gave me a sceptical look, "Don't apologise dear. If you can get him to be helpful, you're a miracle worker." She glared at her son, "I shall be going on Jeremy's Lace Emporium and certainly do not require your presence there, I suggest you meet me back at the car in thirty minutes." "Yes, mother." With a final glare, the old woman tottered off to pay for her scarf. When she had disappeared from sight Mike turned to me, "Sorry about her." "They can be a pain, can't they?" "Some more than others." "Well at least you have slightly less unfriendly company for a while now." I wasn't really sure what I was saying, and I was also wondering whether Mike would become a completely different character now that his mother had departed. "Very pleasant company, indeed," he said, "And not just by comparison." The warmth of his words -- coupled with a feeling of pity for him -- reassured me once more. And also set my pulse racing again. "You're very kind," I told him, "Now, where were we? Oh, yes, you're sure the dress is okay?" "It's lovely," he said, "It really suits you." "Thank you." I could see that he was both sincere and trying not to say anything more directly complimentary -- and for some weird reason, that got me even more excited. "I guess I'll have to get changed back into the dull stuff and go and pay for the dress, then." "Of course," Mike said, hiding his disappointment fairly well. "So," I said, my voice steadier than I felt it should be, "One last favour." "Yes?" I nodded over my shoulder, "The zip?" "Oh right, of course." I stepped back into the cubicle and lifted my hair, my back to Mike. My mind was racing and is the zip was drawn lower, my self-consciousness lowered with it. I suddenly wanted so much to take things just a little bit further -- to see exactly how my body would react and, oddly, because I felt that Mike deserved something more. Mike's fingers pulled the zipper down slowly and although his motive was no doubt to prolong the moment, to me it felt somehow sensual. As the material loosened across my bust, my nipples pushed it forward and the heat in my groin intensified. That sensual feeling down my back returned. I didn't want the moment to end -- but I equally wanted to give just that tiny bit more... "Thanks," I said, my mind moving into overdrive, "If you're sure I'm not being a total pain, perhaps you could take the shoes back for me because I won't be buying them?" "My pleasure, Nikki." "Great." I turned and let everything happen, unplanned but controlled. I lifted one foot, slipped of the shoe and handed it to Mike. I then went to lift the other foot. And stumbled. The dress, fully unzipped, slipped forward. As I straightened to regain my balance, gravity took over and the dress slipped neatly down my body. I gasped -- partly a faked gasp, partly genuine shock because I was surprised at what I was allowing to happen -- and I brought my arms in tight to halt the progress of the dress. I'd paused just for a fraction and it was enough to allow the top of the dress to slide over my breasts, baring them to Mike's hot gaze. I fumbled and stammered and muttered and shook like a leaf as I sought to make myself decent, and all the while my excitement levels rose. Mike's eyes tried to stay on my face, but every time the flicked quickly towards my bare breasts I had another surge of excitement. The strength of my reaction was astonishing and my ability to prolong the moment with my frantic fumbling was equally astounding. Most shocking of all was that I felt in complete control of everything -- except the levels of exhilaration. I knew, of course, that my 'accidental' exposure was thrilling Mike, and that this was in itself increasing my own pleasure, but when I risked a quick glance down and saw a distinct bulge forming in Mike's sensible grey trousers... I felt a shock of pure ecstasy. After what seemed like a minute but was probably no more than a few seconds, I managed to drag the top of the dress back over my breasts. Mumbling and stammering my apologies I stepped back and yanked the curtain across the gap between myself and Mike. With a barely suppressed whimper I let the dress fall and stood there in my little white panties, staring down at my body in shock and delight. Mike -- a complete stranger -- had seen those breasts in all their naked glory. And I had loved it. More than loved it. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears, could feel the warmth and wetness at my groin, and then, on top of all of the shock that I was already feeling, I felt a deeper stirring in the pit of my belly. As I conjured up the image of Mike's face as his eyes were drawn to my bare breasts the stirring intensified. My breathing became heavier and I realised that I could reach a climax right there in the changing cubicle with no more than a gentle stroke or two. I could already scarcely believe that I had gotten so much pleasure out of letting Mike see my naked boobs for a few seconds, but this was beyond anything I could possibly have imagined. That realisation in itself had my blood singing louder and it took every ounce of my self control not to touch myself, not to give in to the desire that was blazing in me. Even so, had Mike not given a nervous little cough right at that second, I think I would have dropped to my knees and given in. "Er... Nikki?" "Y... yes?" "I, er, need the other shoe if I'm going to take them back for you." "Oh, right." I looked down and located the missing shoe, evidently having kicked it off at some point. I bent and retrieved it and then stared first at the curtain and then down at my still bared breasts. The shock was not so much fading, as being replaced by a far more insistent and urgent sense of the excitement of the situation. Despite that, I was still able to think clearly enough to wonder whether I should cover up before I allowed myself to do something even more outrageous than I had already done. Something else sprang to mind and it had me poking my head outside of the cover of the curtain before I could make my mind up about dressing. "Um, Mike?" He gave a nervous -- or maybe excited -- smile, "Oh, there you are. Yes?" "Look... I know this sounds a bit silly, but I'd be really grateful if you didn't mention what happened to anyone. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before and... well, it's all rather... you know?" "Embarrassing? Yes... yes, I agree. I mean, yes I won't say anything. That is, I mean, it'll never pass my lips." I believed him immediately, "Thanks. I really mean that, Mike." "And so do I. About the promise, I mean. God, if mother ever got to hear of it, she'd make my life hell." He looked up sharply, "Sorry, didn't mean to burden you with my problems, but just so you know I'm serious. And anyway.... I can tell... that is, I can see you're as flustered about this as me, so no worries, okay?" I breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that my attack of nerves had given way to the excitement once more. If only guys realised that being open and honest can be so reassuring... "That's great, and... well, I guess if it had to happen, I'm glad it was someone decent and nice like you that got to benefit." My comment seemed to shock Mike, "Really?" "Honestly." "I'm honoured. Really. I can't pretend I don't feel like the luckiest man on the planet right now, but for you to say that... well, it's... lovely." He coughed, "And, er, well, so are you. Lovely, I mean." "Oh, thank you!" I could see the effort that it had taken him to say something so direct and between that and the deepening of his blush, I couldn't help but feel the excitement start to surge through me again, "But as for you being lucky, I think that tag belongs to me." "Nonsense." "Not at all." My mind was whirling again and my stomach was full of butterflies the size of pterodactyls, "And to prove a point, I'd consider it really fortunate if you were to stay on guard here rather than take the shoes back. If I fall through the curtain again getting dressed, I'd rather have someone I can trust out here to make sure nothing horrible happens. There's nothing to hang on to in their to keep my balance and I've got a terrible habit of tripping over at the best of times." Mike took a moment to get himself under control before he managed to say, "I'd be delighted to if you're really sure..." "I'm really sure. But I'd better get a move on before Jennifer comes looking for me." "Of course. Absolutely." I pushed the shoe through the gap in the curtain, "Perhaps you could hold onto that for me as well?" "Yes, of course." When Mike stepped forward to take the shoe I took a deep breath, "Perhaps you can stay that close as well. It'll block anyone's view if I do have another little accident." "W...well, okay, but, er... I wouldn't exactly be able to, er, look away myself you know?" "I know, and that sort of honesty is why I trust you enough to stand there." This was completely true. "And besides," I added, "You wouldn't be seeing anything you haven't already seen, would you?" "Oh, right. I mean, I'm sorry about that, but-" "Stop it!" I gave a nervous laugh, "We've already done that bit. Now I really had better get moving." "Yeah," Mike's smile finally looked a little more relaxed, "And thanks." "I was about to thank you, so I guess we should just both consider ourselves lucky and grateful." "I certainly do." "See you in a couple of minutes," I smiled and pulled back into the cubicle, letting the curtain fall back into place. If the guy outside hadn't been quite so sober, genuine and decent there was no way I'd have gone as far as I already had -- and equally, there's no way I would have felt nearly so horny. My heart was still racing but the threat of imminent orgasm was now controllable, and I had a glorious moment when I felt nothing but certainty, control and an incredible excitement. I was scared in the nicest sort of way -- scared of just how much pleasure I was giving myself, but the sheer decency and honesty of Mike was the only thing making it all possible. I knew that Jennifer would appear at any moment and that in any case, as soon as I had slipped on a couple of garments the whole episode would be over. I also knew that the chances of me ever doing something like this again were a little more remote than the chances of the average snowball's in hell. How much longer did I have? A minute? Two? Twenty seconds? It just came to me -- I needed to finish this whole thing off with one final, daring little act. It would make everything perfect and it would satisfy every little ounce of curiosity I possessed. It would also make Mike's day. Year. I picked up my discarded bra and placed the cups over my breasts. The touch of my own hands sent a delicious shiver coursing through my belly -- a shiver that intensified as I took a deep breath and turned to face the curtain. "Um, Mike?" He gave a cough, "Yes?" "I, um, feel really stupid but my hands are really shaking." "I don't think that's silly," he said, "Mine are fairly shaky right now. Why does that make you feel silly?" "Stupid," I managed a laugh, "I was kinda hoping you might be able to help here because I'm shaking so bad I can't get my bra done up." There was silence for a few seconds. "And... er... I'm not exactly an expert." "I don't suppose so, but at least you can see what you're doing whereas I'm trying to do it behind my back." I prayed that he didn't realise that most of us would simply spin the bra around and do it up at our bellies if it had a difficult catch. "Er, I guess so, but... I mean are you sure? I'd have to sort of look at what I was doing." "I'm sure. It's either that or I go back to work bra-less, and I really don't fancy that. Besides, like I said earlier, you've already seen plenty and this is a one-off situation." "Completely unique." There was a distinct quaver in his voice, "And you're definitely sure?" "Totally. Quick now." I think that was more for my benefit before I lost my nerve, but in any case Mike pushed the curtain aside and stood staring intently at my face. With one arm holding the cups of my bra in place I held up my other hand, "See? Shaking like a leaf." Mike closed his eyes for a second, "Er, yes. What..." he stared into my eyes again, "What should I do?" I turned my back to him and took a deep breath. Although Mike had seen a lot, he hadn't seen my butt in its tiny panties. Somehow I managed to say, "Just pull the two ends together and they kinda hook on." I heard the curtain being pulled tight and felt Mike right up close behind me. He was at least six feet tall and I could feel his warm breath on the top of my head, and the heat of his body radiating so close to me. His fingers, shaking more than my own, skittered across the bare flesh of my back as he grabbed the ends of the bra straps, "S...sorry. And I should warn you, I've never actually done this before." "I can't say I've ever had it done for me before," I managed, now acutely aware -- and delighted -- that with his height advantage and his proximity, Mike would be able to see down my chest from where he was standing. As soon as I felt the bra straps touching I flexed my shoulders ever so slightly and said a bright 'thank you' -- deliberately making sure that the bra wasn't fastened, but pretending that I though it was. I took my arm away from where it was holding the cups in place and started to turn even as Mike began to warn me that he hadn't actually got the straps hooked. As my arm descended, so, of course, did the bra. Mike reacted faster than me (not hard since I was being deliberately obtuse) and as he grabbed at the falling garment I brought my other hand up quickly. The move was obviously unplanned but it was simply perfect. Mike's quick reaction allowed him to catch the edge of one of the bra cups on two finger -- but my hand pushed both the bra and Mike's hand onto my chest, the momentum sliding his hand upwards until it came to rest against the underside of my left breast. We both froze and our eyes locked on my once again exposed boobs -- and on Mike's hand resting against me, my own hand holding it there. If I'd thought that what I was experiencing earlier was excitement, then there can't be a word in any language for what I felt right then. The sensation of Mike's palm against the soft, smooth skin of my breast sent a bolt of pure ecstasy into my groin and I let out a wavering moan. Changes The noise had Mike pulling his hand away in a flash (so to speak) and he started to stammer apologies. I just shook my head until he stopped. "Mike, please don't say sorry again." "Why? I mean I just-" "Listen." I glanced down at my breasts and then back into his fevered eyes, "This may sound like total bull, but I've never experienced anything like this and if you think you're lucky, then I promise you I'm luckier. I'll never have the nerve to do anything like this again, but..." As the truth came pouring out of me my excitement took on a new, fervid quality, "But... I'm enjoying it more than I can ever tell you." "I d-doubt that," he managed, "I mean the luck thing." "It was an accident, but now it's happened I just have to tell you that it's doing things to me that I've never felt before and I'm just so glad that it was someone like you that saw me because if it had been anyone else then I guess none of the rest of it would have happened, and Mike, I have to tell you this because you're decent," I took a quick gap of breath, "I have to tell you that when I asked for your help with the bra I could have managed on my own but I didn't really plan on doing anything more than letting you see a little more of me for a few seconds and not standing here half naked and loving it every time you take a peek at my boobs and more than all of that I never planned for you to touch me but now that you have I just have to explain how excited that's got me and I'm just so glad you're so nice and I really, really hope you don't think I'm some sort of dirty, twisted, bitch-" "No! Oh, god, Nikki, no of course not. You're just... gorgeous and, er, did you really mean that you enjoyed me looking and... er, everything else." I spread my arms, "Oh yeah. But this really is a one-off thing and by my guess, I reckon we've only got a few seconds before someone comes along." "You promise me you were being serious about everything?" Mike's voice was low and urgent. "Totally." Mike swallowed, "Then if we've only got a few seconds, I just... I just want so much to..." He had raised his hands in front of his chest and the realisation of what he wanted to do had my heart hammering in my chest. "You'll never tell a soul?" "Not a chance. This is a one-off and a perfect secret." The honesty radiated off of him almost as much as his excitement, "I guess... I guess we'd better make the most of it then." Mike's hands slowly turned so that his palms hovered an inch in front of my bare breasts. He looked deep into my eyes, gave a small, tight smile and mouthed 'thank you'. With a gentleness that I adore, his palms closed over my breasts and his fingers stroked the soft, upper slopes. The effect was electric and a lightning bolt of delicious ecstasy struck deep within my belly. I had closed my eyes at the first touch of Mike's hands on my breasts but as the lightning ignited something deep within me, they sprang open. I gave a long, shuddering gasp and clasped my hands over Mike's in case he mistook my reaction for displeasure. My movement brought a gasp from him and his hands squeezed gently, his eyes locked on my body and his fingers. The sensation inside me intensified so quickly that I was taken completely off guard. It was exactly like the sensation I'd gotten earlier when I knew that I could bring myself to orgasm right there in the changing cubicle -- but it was also exactly different because this time the pressure was higher and the speed with which it come upon me left me no time for even the slightest attempt at control. I gave another shuddering gasp as I realised that an orgasm wasn't just possible -- it was now unstoppable. I shook my head in disbelief as the first tremor struck and I squeezed Mike's hands harder, trying to let him know that if he let go now I might just have to kill him. This guy might have been a middle-aged mummy's boy, but he wasn't so naïve the he didn't quickly realise what was happening. As the shudders intensified, he slipped his left hand free and placed it on my right butt cheek, squeezing deliciously even as he pulled me close. The feel of his rock hard cock pressing into my stomach freed my orgasm and I buried my head in his chest, giving in completely to the tidal wave that coursed through me. At its peak I felt Mike shuddering as well and the realisation that he was coming too had me moaning deep in my throat. As wave after wave crashed through me I pushed Mike's right hand lower until he cupped my mound, his fingers stroking more pleasure from me through the thin, damp material of my little panties. Just as I thought I was regaining control the realisation that we could be caught washed it away and I was gasping and moaning as more waves of intense delight swept through me. If, at that point, Mike had unzipped... I would have been helpless to refuse him. If I'd had more control of my body, I might even have started fumbling at his fly. I'm glad, now, that we didn't. If I'm honest, I think any more pleasure would have melted my brain. Finally the shudders quietened to occasional tremors and I came to my senses to find my hands locked behind Mike's neck. His right hand was stroking my left breast and the sensation sent one last, large aftershock coursing through me. As the last of the orgasm drifted away I was shocked -- again -- to find that I felt not a single ounce of embarrassment. Maybe I was just too high, but I don't think so. I cupped Mike's hand in my own and stared up into his eyes. "Thank you." "Thank you." He even managed to smile. "The best one-off accident ever?" "Oh yeah. The best ever." I glanced at the curtain, "Do you think..." "Jennifer walked past about five minutes ago and I just called out that we were fine." "She didn't get suspicious?" Mike gave a low laugh, "She thinks I'm a total mummy's boy and probably that I was just being a good boy scout and helping you tie your laces or something." "See?" I grinned, relieved, "I knew I was the luckiest one." "We could argue that one for a long time, but I guess that's not going to happen, right?" I nodded, "I guess not. This has been incredible... but I don't think we'd ever get better than what just happened." Once more, I knew the words were true as soon as I said them. When Mike returned the nod and whispered 'yeah' I felt a surge of something close to affection for him. "I guess I'd better get dressed then and get out of here before we're arrested or something." "Unfortunately yes, although I think it might be worth getting busted. You really are the most amazing woman I've ever had the pleasure of meeting." "And you're pretty wonderful yourself," I told him, seriously, "I could never have had such a wonderful experience if you weren't so... well, nice. Meeting you has changed me." Mike smiled, "I can only guess that it's for the better, but I'm just happy that I was the one." Our mutual admiration society meeting was brought to an abrupt end by Jennifer's voice from outside, "Everything okay in there?" Mike cleared his throat, "Fine thanks. I think Nikki can sort out the rest for herself now." "Well, if you're sure?" I bent and grabbed my bra, "Yes, fine thanks. Mike's been a great help but I can cope on my own now." Mike grinned and made to push through the curtain. On impulse I grabbed his arm and craned upwards, planting a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, "Thanks!" He hesitated before leaning down and returning the kiss, a gentle press of his lips against mine. He broke the kiss and our eyes locked. He was seeking permission and I soon realised what for. I nodded and whispered 'one last time'. Mike's right hand rose to my breasts and stroked them, sending the gentlest of tremors through me. His touch was both sensual and intimate -- and it made me feel for a few seconds as if I was someone very, very special. When he finally sighed and turned away, the sense of loss was palpable. I stepped back as he pushed through the curtain and hurriedly pulled on my winter clothes before taking a few seconds to compose myself. When I was reasonably sure that I didn't look too much like a woman who had experienced the climax of her life, I picked up the dress and strode over to the cash register where Jennifer was waiting. We exchanged all the usual pleasantries as I paid for the garment, and I resolutely ignored what I thought was a knowing look from the woman. I also made sure that she didn't notice me trying to see if Mike was waiting outside. With my dress finally paid for, I walked out into the mall and looked in both directions. Mike was nowhere to be seen and I nodded to myself. Part of me was disappointed, but another part thought that this was perfect. I now had the most perfect memory of a most perfect experience -- a life changing experience -- and it was beautifully encapsulated for all time. If I never saw Mike again, then we'd never try to recapture the moment and would therefore leave it completely unsullied. I set off back to the office, my entire body feeling warm and satisfied, an inner glow lightening my steps. Back at my desk I was just getting back into the werewolf romp when another editor, Suzy wandered over. "Hey Nikki," she pointed at the bag in which my new dress nestled, "I don't think I've ever known you to go shopping at lunchtime." I gave her a mischievous smile, "Oh, it made a pleasant change." Changes are Made Femdom, bondage, non-consent, teasing, anal, strap-on, chastity © 2012 by lsa3. All rights reserved. This story was prompted by an overheard conversation in a supermarket. One gal was asking her friend about what she could do. He climbs on, cums, climbs off, rolls over and goes to sleep; leaving her unsatisfied. She has tried to talk to him with no luck; he just is not interested in taking care of her needs. The gals then moved on with their shopping. .......... Something's going on. She has been having marathon phone calls with her girlfriend for over a week now. They will talk for hours, laughing and giggling until he walks into the room and then silence. When he asks her a question, she usually gives him a bullshit answer or blows him off completely, saying that she will talk with him later. When he leaves the room, they start in again. He has asked her several times what is going on and she tells him that it is just girl talk. In the 12 years Dan and Karen have been married, she has never behaved this way and frankly, it has him worried. He can't figure out what it could be. Sex has been OK and there are no money problems so he decides to let go of it and just be patient. He has been working hard and letting the household questions interfere won't do anyone any good so he forgets about it. Finally, Saturday rolls around and he is looking forward to sleeping late. Friday night, Karen is feeling frisky but he tells her that he has had a rough week and begs off. He takes a long hot shower and is asleep within 5 minutes of hitting the bed. The next morning, he wakes up and as he stretches, he realizes that he can't move his arms. His wrists are wrapped with heavy leather straps that are attached to the metal headboard. He immediately hollers "Karen!" A moment later she walks in smiling and says "good morning sleepyhead." His response is to yell "get me out of this." She tells him very calmly that she is sorry but she can't do that right now. He replies "why the hell not?" She says "because we have some things to work out first." His response is "what things? I have no complaints." She replies, "ah, but I do." To which he replies "Humpf." Suddenly he says "let me up, I have to pee!" She says "no problem" and goes into the bathroom and gets a plastic urinal which she brings to the bed and sets by his leg, along with a box of tissues. Reaching over, she unfastens the clip holding his left hand and replaces it with a 3 foot piece of light chain that is also fastened to the bed. She says "there you are. Don't spill any or you will be sleeping in it." He doesn't realize that he can get out of the restraints and doesn't say a thing as she walks out of the room. A few minutes later she comes back in. He takes one look at her and his jaw drops. She has changed into a black corset that holds her lovely milk-white 34C breasts out and bare. Her nipples are hard and oh so suckable. Her crotch is now shaved smooth, she has no panties on and is wearing black nylons held in place by a black garter belt. She is wearing a pair of black 5 ½ inch heels. In her hand is a black riding crop and she is wearing black elbow length gloves. This vision gives him an instant erection and he is trying to form words to say something, anything. She walks over, picks up the urinal and tells him "good boy, you didn't spill a drop." After taking the urinal into the bathroom she returns and refastens the hook holding his wrist up to the headboard. He is still speechless. She looks so hot, he can't believe it. Watching her walk back into the bedroom makes him even harder. He can't get the vision of her lush body and sweet ass out of his head. She comes back over to the bed and he starts whining for her to let him loose. She looks him straight in the eyes and tells him to "shut the fuck up", punctuating her command with a hard smack with the crop on the pillow next to him. Startled, he pulls away and doesn't say a word. She tells him that he is allowed to speak only when spoken to. Any further outbursts or whining will be met with severe punishment. She asks him if he understands and he nods his head yes, keeping his mouth shut. "Good," she says, going on to remind him that he just said that he had no complaints. "Correct?" She asks. He simply nods his head yes, not saying a word. She then asks him "when is the last time I had an orgasm? He is unable to answer. Continuing on, she tells him that this is a major problem. He climbs on, cums, climbs off, rolls over and goes to sleep; leaving her unsatisfied and just barely warmed up. She asks him "can you imagine how frustrated I am by not having had an orgasm in over 3 fucking months?" punctuating the 3 months with hard smacks on the pillow with the crop. I have tried to talk with you so many times it isn't funny. All you do is shine me on, giving me some BS and not showing any concern about my needs.. Now feeling very nervous and worried that she will hit him with the crop, he doesn't say a thing. She says "I thought not. You need to understand that from now on, my needs come first. Is that clear?" He nods his head and quietly says "yes." She replies "good, now I am going to help you understand how that frustration feels." She walks over to the night stand, puts down her crop and takes off her black gloves, putting on a pair of disposable vinyl gloves in their place. Next she picks up a towel and bottle of lubricant that is there and returns to the bed. Sitting down, she squirts some of the lube on her hand and on his cock. He relaxes when he realizes that she is not going to hit him with the crop. Next she begins to slide her hand slowly down his cock, taking 10-15 seconds for a full stroke. God, her hand feels good and he tries to raise his hips to meet her hand, which she moves up with his motion. She continues another slow stroke that he cannot speed up, no matter how he tries. After stroking him slowly for about 5 minutes, she suddenly starts pumping his cock hard and fast as he gets closer and closer to his climax. Naturally, she stops, removing her hand just before he explodes. Watching his cock pulsing, just short of his orgasm, she asks him if that felt good. He just moans. She tells him "don't worry, I'll keep going." She waits 5 more minutes and starts in again with that agonizingly slow stroke, continuing for another 5 slow strokes before pumping him hard and fast until he is just short of cumming. Again she stops, removing her hand just before he climaxes. He starts begging and pleading to cum but she smiles and says "not yet." She takes her finger and lightly rubs it on the underside of the head of his cock, adding her thumb after a bit. She is now holding his cock between her thumb and forefinger while slowly stroking it from the tip of the head all the way to the base. Now he just moans as he tries to speed up the stroking; of course with no success. After a few long minutes of slow stroking, she grabs his cock hard again and starts pumping it as hard and as fast as she can, stopping again just before he cums. She is getting better at this as she goes along and is now able to stop just as she feels his balls tighten before cumming; where one more stroke would take him over the edge. At this point, he is incoherently groaning, shaking and begging her to let him cum. She just smiles sweetly at him; saying "oh are you getting frustrated?" She continues the cycling between fast and slow for more than an hour. He is a wreck, babbling and shaking as she brings him close again and again. Then she decides to up the ante, lightly rubbing a lubricated finger over his rosebud as she slowly strokes his cock. He starts groaning and moving his ass to try and get her finger inside, all the while pleading for her to fuck him. She asks him if he likes it. He responds "Ooh yes, yes please stick it in." His reaction catches her off guard as she wonders where that came from. She asks him "oh, does my wittle danny poo wike his ass played with?" He replies "yes, yes, yes, PLEASE fuck me; stick your finger all the way in. Oh god it feels so good!" Well, she thought. This is a surprise that I can use. I am going to have to talk with Patty to see how I should handle it. She now combines finger-fucking his ass with the slow strokes on his cock and within a short time is playing him like a violin -- up to the edge, stop, rest and begin again. Sometimes she twists her hand as she slides it down his cock, sometimes she uses just 2 fingers to slowly stroke him or by making a ring with her two fingers but each stroke is different from the previous one. It has now been over 3 hours and she is ready to take a break. She stops, picks up the towel, wipes her hands and wipes him off while telling him that it is time for a break. After she peels off the gloves, she grabs him by the chin and tells him that he is going to get a break so he can get something to eat and clean up. Picking up her crop, she slaps it on the bed next to him and tells him that if he even thinks about touching himself, she is going to beat his ass bloody and he will not get any for an entire year. She tells him that she will know if he masturbates and it will be curtains for him if he does. She says "Do you understand?" He gulps and says "yes." She continues, "here's what I want you to do: first, get something to eat. There is some coffee by the stove and some sweet rolls in the breadbox; after you have had breakfast get the 2 pack of enema bottles from under the bathroom sink and give yourself an enema using both bottles. I want you completely clean inside; rinse with warm water if you have to; then you will take a shower and shave off ALL of your pubic hair. I want you as smooth as a baby's bottom. When you are done, put the restraints back on your wrists. You will then get into bed and wait for me. You may NOT touch yourself but you may watch TV until I return. She then asks, "Do you understand?" Again, he says "yes." She unsnaps the restraints and says "Well get moving then." She goes off into the other room to change while he heads for the kitchen. Once she has changed, she calls to him "remember, not one touch." With that, she is out the door. The minute she gets into the car, she calls Patty on her cell phone. She tells her that she is going to the adult toy store and asks if she wants to come along. Patty's answer is "hell yes!" "Fine," she says, "I'll pick you up in about 10 minutes" and off she goes. When she gets to Patty's house, Patty gets into the car and starts asking questions. "What happened? Why are you doing this? Are you OK? Did you restrain him as we discussed? Tell me EVERYTHING!" As Karen drives to the store, she relates the events of the morning, going on to explain that she is going to pick up a strap-on to use on Dan. Patty squeals with delight saying that "oooh my Paul likes ass play too, it makes him sooo horny and hard." A few minutes later, they arrive at the toy store. They go in and head straight for the dildos, all lined up in a display case. Patty tells her she should get two, one for each end. After looking at and feeling about a dozen dildos, Karen settles on a regular Feeldoe with a harness to hold it in place, an 8 inch silicone dildo that looks and feels like real skin, a 2 inch penis gag / 6 inch dildo combination that goes in his mouth and allows her to ride the dildo, a leather cock strap that fastens with a Velcro strip, a pair of leather-Velcro ankle restraints with some assorted snap hooks, a blindfold and a large bottle of water-based anal lube. The girl at the counter asks her if she is having a party and she replies "no, I'm just training my husband." The clerk responds with "Sick! You go girl!" as she starts putting the things in a bag. Suddenly she stops and says "hey, I have something that you may like to use on him. It is called a Tenga and it's from Japan." She walks over to a display case and pulls out something that looks like a tube of hand cream. Taking the top off she tells Karen to "put her finger in here." Karen does so and goes "Ooh! That feels good!" The clerk tells her to hold it in her other hand with her finger over the hole in the end. She does this as the clerk explains when she seals the hole, pulling it off her finger creates suction; no seal, no suction. Karen squeals and tells Patty to stick her finger in the end. Patty does and says "Oh god, I have to have one of these for Paul! It feels incredible!" The girl says "now imagine what it will feel like on his cock; and it feels even better with a little lube in it even though it has some in it." Karen says "it will make it easier to keep him just short of cumming, give me the softest one you have; I want to take my time with him. The girl just grins and asks if his nipples are sensitive. When Karen says "yes," she then takes her over to another case and takes out a rubbery bulb that is about an inch and a half in diameter. It has a short tube coming out of one side of it and she explains that it's a nipple sucker. Handing it to Karen, she tells her that putting it on his nipples for 10-15 minutes will cause a huge increase in his sensitivity. Karen tries it on her wrist and says "oh yeah! I want a pair of these too!" The girl then asks that since she is training him does she want a chastity tube as well. We have the CB-3000 and CB-6000 here. Karen says "What's that?" They go over to another display case and she takes out a curved thingy made of clear plastic. She explains that this goes on his cock and is locked in place so he can't get an erection. Both Karen and Patty light up with big grins. The girl explains that locking him up will do wonders for his attitude and cooperation. He will be eager to do things around the house and be super helpful, hoping that he would be allowed to cum. She asks "how thick is his cock?" Karen tells her that it is about average -- not fat. The girl gives her the CB-6000, saying "this one will probably be best." Karen is thinking that this would be a way to teach him to think about her pleasure, not just his own. She decides to get it. The girl explains that there are different sized rings so it will fit him just right and it will not show when he is at work or out in public. She then rings up the rest of Karen's purchases and rings up a Tenga for Patty, telling her that she can pop the retaining ring off the insertion end to remove the liner and wash it out. Both girls are excited about their new toys and have a hard time keeping from grinning like a couple of Cheshire cats. When they are back in the car Karen asks Patty if she wants to come over and watch, or even join in if she wants. Patty responds with "definitely! I'd love to see him get it. After all we have only been talking about this for two weeks." Karen says "great!" and they drive back to her place. When they get there, Karen tells her to wait in the living room until she has a chance to change and get Dan restrained and blindfolded before she comes in. Patty says, "Sure. Ooo, I can hardly wait!" They arrive at the house and Karen lets Patty into the living room, where she sits down to wait. Karen can hear a college football game on the bedroom TV as she walks quietly into the guest bedroom where her outfit is. She changes and walks into the bedroom where Dan is sitting on the bed watching the game. She looks sternly at him and says "well, have you behaved yourself and completed all of your tasks?" He replies "oh yes, I did everything you asked." She says "Good. Stand up so I can inspect you." He stands by the side of the bed and she tells him to turn around slowly while she brushes his ass and balls with the crop, checking for any stray hairs. Finding none, she says "good, I was getting tired of getting your hairs in my mouth when I give you a blow job" and steps forward to fasten the blindfold on his head. He starts to say something. She smacks the crop on the bed and says "ah ah! No talking!" He jumps and says nothing. Now he is more nervous than earlier since he can't see what is coming next. With the blindfold secure, she guides him onto the bed, flat on his back with his head on the pillow. Smacking the crop on the pillow next to him she says "Don't you dare move!" She then gets the wrist restraints and fastens his hands to the headboard by his head. Next she gets the cock strap and puts it snugly around his cock and balls, holding them out and forward, on display. When this is done, she puts on the ankle restraints and snap clips on so she can easily pull his legs up and fasten them to the headboard next to his hands, which she will do later. This will show off his hard ass and cock quite nicely and give her good access. Then she goes to the bathroom and gets a bath towel, which she slides under his ass. Finally he's ready and she asks him if he would like to cum. He responds "Oh yes, please." She says "good" and leaves the bedroom. Going to the living room, she motions for Patty to come. Patty is surprised by Karen's outfit and quietly says "wow, you're hot! That looks awesome! It's pure sex!" As they walk to the bedroom, Karen tells Patty that they are going to edge him first and then move onto other things. Patty sits in the bedroom chair while Karen gets the lube, puts on another pair of the disposable gloves and sits on the bed. Squeezing some lube onto his cock she makes sure he is nicely covered with the lube and starts lightly stroking him. He immediately begins to moan and she tells him "quiet!" She slowly strokes down his hard cock, taking 15 or 20 seconds to make one stroke. She waits a few seconds and starts another stroke. Again, he moans. She says "we are going to have to fix that, I told you to be quiet!" She wipes her hands off on the towel, goes over and gets the gag/dildo combination out of the bag. He can hear her spike heels clicking on the floor as she walks over and then comes back to the bed. He is nervous and more than a little bit apprehensive hearing her shoes on the floor. He simply has no idea what will happen next. Sticking the 2 inch cock into his mouth, she slips the latex strap over his head saying, "That's better. Now you will be quiet." He doesn't know that there is a dildo attached to the gag but will find out soon enough. She motions for Patty to get the nipple suckers out of the bag and put them on him. She brings them over to the bed and Karen holds her lube covered hand out flat. Patty presses the tube on her hand to pick up some lube, puts it over his nipple and squeezes the bulb. He jumps, gasps, arches and groans as she puts it on him. Karen says "oh, do you like that?" and nods to Patty to dip the other one and put it on his other nipple. He lets out a muffled scream and arches his back again. Now his cock is even harder. Watching him arch puts a big grin on Patty's face and causes her to gush a little. Meanwhile Karen is continuing to stroke him with two fingers, bring him slowly up to the edge of a climax. Then she stops and lets him cool for a bit before starting over. She can hear his moans and incoherent mumbling but chooses to ignore it. Patty starts gently tugging on the nipple suckers, causing him to arch, moan and thrash in response to her stimulus. She loves it. Torturing him this way is so much fun and is making her really wet. Karen motions for her to get onto the dildo that is being held in his mouth. As she steps over his head and impales herself on the dildo, Dan realizes that Karen is not the only one there and there is nothing he can say or do about it. Meanwhile Patty is starting to work herself up and down on the dildo in his mouth. When she slides down on the dildo her clit presses against his nose. He can smell the heady aroma of her sex but can't reach it, which add to his frustration. Changes are Made Patty holds onto the headboard as she drives herself down harder and harder onto the dildo in his mouth as she comes closer and closer to her own climax. He can feel her urgency and is powerless to do anything about it. All this time Karen is slowly stroking his achingly hard cock, never letting him ejaculate, letting him cool off and starting the climb over again. The pleasure she is giving him is heaven but his frustration when she stops short of his climax is pure hell. Just as he approaches his climax, Patty reaches hers and drives herself hard onto the dildo and stays there, quivering and pulsing. He can feel this and smell her spicy juices as he approaches his own orgasm and screams into the gag when Karen stops stroking his oh-so-hard cock. Karen is feeling pretty aroused herself and when Patty lifts herself off the dildo, decides to take things to the next level. She helps Patty down off the bed and motions for her to take over on Dan's cock which brings a big grin to her face. She is really in to making Dan suffer. While Patty is continuing with the teasing, Karen moves up on the bed and removes the nipple suckers. When they come off he moans. He is surprised at how sensitive his nipples have become. Even the slightest movement of air is like a hot line to his aching cock. She rubs his nipples with her fingers, which causes him to arch and groan with her stimulus. Taking a little lube from his cock, she rubs and lightly pinches both nipples, alternating with light scrapes of her fingernails. He thrashes and moans in response, sooo frustrated, turned on and powerless to touch his achingly hard cock. He is almost in tears. After working on him for about 20 minutes, she gets up and goes over to the dresser where her new toys are. She puts on (in) the feeldoe and strap on harness. She didn't realize how good it feels until she slipped it in as her pussy twitched and got wetter. Thinking about fucking Dan in the ass has apparently turned her on more than she realized. Mmmm, she thinks. Next she gets the bottle of lube and squirts some into the Tenga. That done, she brings the new 8 inch dildo, the Tenga and the lube over to the bed and sets them down. Talking to Dan, she says "I hope you are appreciating all of the work we are putting into giving you pleasure." He goes gmurrf in response. She says "that's nice, we want you to feel special. Now we have some more treats for you." Motioning for Patty to grab his ankle, she takes his other one and together they raise his feet to the headboard while he protests, trying to say no no around the gag. Karen uses the snap hooks to fasten the restraints to the links that are already there. She then gets a big pillow and slides it under the towel and under him, raising his ass, up off the bed. Then she asks Patty, "what do you think, do you want to hear him beg?" Patty says "yes, that would be hot." She reaches around his head and removes the dildo gag. He says "oh, thank you. My jaw was getting pretty sore with that thing in my mouth." She asks him "well, have you learned your lesson? Are you going to be quiet, or should we put it back on you?" His response is "oh no, please don't. I'll be quiet." Karen says "good" and slowly slides the Tenga onto his cock, causing him to arch up and gasp. She then says "Ah ah, I want you to be quiet" which only adds to his frustration. That thing feels incredible on his cock, making him want to instantly cum. She starts to slowly slide it up and down on his cock and asks him if he likes it, causing him to moan and say "oh yes, yes. Please, please let me cum" Motioning for Patty to take over on his cock, she gets the lube and dribbles some on his ass. She slowly and lightly rubs it around and around and into his rosebud. She gets some more lube and starts working it in, adding lube and fingers until she has 3 fingers in him. She then takes her fingers out and wipes them on the little towel she has there. He starts gasping and moaning, wiggling his ass around and begging her to put it back in. She keeps circling his little hole with her lubed finger for the next 20 minutes. In this time, Patty has brought him to the edge of cumming 3 times, with several minutes of cooling off in between. He is whining and making little uh uh noises as he wiggles his ass to try and get her fingers back in. When Karen feels that his ass is REALLY hungry to have something in it, she moves up and slides the tip of the 8 inch dildo around and around on his rosebud. Now he is trying to thrust as he is begging for her to put it in, saying "oh please, I NEED it in my ass! Please, please!" She has a big grin on her face as she starts to press the dildo in. He responds "Ooooh, yes!" and then she stops. She has about 2 inches in him and he starts begging "oh more, put it in more. God I want it in me, please please fuck me." His focus is now completely on his ass. He has forgotten about his cock, which is as hard as ever, and he continues to squirm and thrust, trying to get more in. Karen asks him "do you want to cum?" He replies, "oh yes, but I want that in me too." She asks, "what's the matter? Do you feel frustrated?" He says "Yes, please put it in." She goes on to say "now you know how I have felt for the past three months, wanting to cum but not having anything but my vibrator to get me off. Maybe I should keep you on edge for three months so you'll know how I feel. I am also thinking of a new nickname for you too." He says "nickname?" She replies "yes, Barney. Barney Bumfuck." He just groans. She asks "do you think you could stand going 3 months without cumming?" He howls and almost cries as he says "no no no, please let me cum. I'll be good, really, I promise." She tells him that it is a little late for that; three months late. He starts begging again. "Oh please let me cum. I'm sorry. I'll be better, I promise." Her response is "we'll see" as she starts to put more pressure on the dildo, causing it to slide in deeper. He begs her to put it all the way in. "Fuck me, fuck me! Oh put it in!" Patty has stopped stroking him as he shudders from the feeling of being penetrated. She doesn't want him to cum so it's time to let him cool down. Karen finally slides it in all the way and moves it around a little bit, stretching him slightly. He gasps and says "oh, fuck me, fuck me!" He didn't really hurt from the penetration but it was strange feeling her dildo sliding into his ass. He was definitely stretched and was getting used to the new fullness. She slowly pulls out until just the head is in him and stops. He squirms and says "oh no, no, no. Don't stop, PLEASE don't stop!" She slowly slides it back in, moving her end in a circle to stretch him as he cries "more, more." She asks him if he wants to cum yet and he starts begging her to please let him cum. She smiles and says "not yet honey, I haven't fucked you yet." He is puzzled by her remark but keeps his mouth shut, hoping she will let him cum. Now that she has pulled the dildo out of his ass, it feels empty and he wants it back in there. His cock is still rock hard and he wants to cum so badly he is almost in tears. She sets the dildo aside and slides up to him, putting some extra lube on it. As she holds her "cock" in her hand she feels quite powerful and likes it. She presses it on his rosebud and works it around and around, teasing his ass. He moans and starts begging for her to put it in. Her response is "oh does wittle Barney-poo want to get fucked?" He replies "yes, please, please!" She says "well, since you asked so nicely" and starts to push into him, enjoying the way it feels on her clit. Once she is in all the way, she pulls completely out and slides it back into his now hungry ass, enjoying sticking it in all over again. She does this slowly and gently until she is sure that he can take it faster and harder. She starts thrusting the dildo faster and faster into his not so tight ass until she feels him tense up. Then she stops and slowly pulls it out. He groans and starts begging her to put it back in and fuck him. During all of this, Karen has discovered that the Feeldoe presses on her clit in a good way. This sends sparks through her pelvic area and causes her vagina to convulse. Oh, this is nice, she thinks and also discovers that the bulb presses on her G-spot as she pulls back, further stimulating her. As she starts back in, she begins to focus on how it feels for her and decides that it is now her turn. She starts fucking him in earnest, not paying attention to him at all. Instead she is focused on getting herself off in this new way. Not only does it feel good but it gives her a strong sense of power as she fucks him. What could be better than this? Patty whispers to her "go for it girl, give it to him! Fuck that ass!" She can feel herself getting close and, after a few more thrusts, explodes in an intense, convulsive orgasm, thinking "oh this is good. I'm going to fuck him more often and next time he is going to suck my cock before I give it to him. It's just too bad that I didn't know how good this is years ago, but at least I can make up for lost time." After she settles down, she pulls the strap-on out, with the bulb causing convulsions as she withdraws it from his ass. She then unfastens it and slides it out of her vagina, causing still more convulsions as it comes out. He starts whining again, begging her to stick it back in and let him cum. She ignores him and goes into the bathroom to clean up, putting the feeldoe in a sink full of warm water and some toy cleaner. Walking back into the bedroom, she says "what are we going to do with him? I kind of like the idea of making him suffer for three months before he cums. Hearing this, he starts begging her to let him cum. He will do anything; just let him cum, please, please, please. Karen tells him "I'll think about it" and starts stroking him with the Tenga. He starts begging again and she says "QUIET or I will gag you!" He whimpers and is quiet. She likes the Tenga. If she puts her finger over the hole on the end, she can get suction as she pulls it up his cock. He reacts instantly with a quiver and a moan. Those Japanese have done a very good job with it. She settles down to a cycle of slow stroking followed by four or five rapid strokes with her finger on the end to create maximum suction. The rapid strokes cause him to arch, groan and quiver as he approaches orgasm. She then stops. He almost screams he is so frustrated. He is so very close and she leaves him hanging there. She looks at Patty and grins. This is fun for her and a great comeuppance for him. She then picks up the 8 inch dildo and works it into his ass, enjoying his squeals and gasps as it slides in. Now, using one hand on the Tenga and the other shoving the dildo in and out of his She cycles him through the strokes a few more times and decides it is time to finish him off. Starting very slowly she gradually increases the speed and, using her finger on the end, the intensity of the suction on his cock and moving the dildo faster in concert with the Tenga. He starts to quiver, thrash his head from side to side and moan. She keeps going and finally takes him over the edge. He starts with a low moan that increases in pitch and volume as he gets closer to his climax. He convulses and screams as he thrusts his hips when he reaches the orgasm that has been building all day. Patty looks at Karen and says "wow!" Karen says "pretty cool, huh?" Dan is experiencing a series of "aftershocks" and all he can do is moan. Karen gently slides the Tenga off his cock and slowly pulls the dildo out of his ass and goes into the bathroom. Dropping the dildo into the sink, she gets a wash cloth and runs it under hot water. Coming back to the bed, she washes all of the lube off of his privates and ass. Patty has the CB-6000 box and they try the various rings until they find one that fits just right. Dan is now coherent enough to ask "what's that?" Karen says "just a little something to keep you safe. That was a pretty intense play session so you need a little protection because your cock is so sensitive." He says "oh" and relaxes. With the right ring size selected, they try the various pins and spacers until the fit looks good. Then they slide the cage onto the pins and snap the padlock in place. He is now completely under her control. Both girls go up and unsnap his legs, slowly letting them return to the bed. Once they are down, she removes the pillow and he relaxes, saying "god that climax was intense. It was a long time getting there but boy was it good. I also loved your playing with my ass." Patty motions that it is time for her to leave and signals for Karen to call her. Karen nods and gives her a minute to leave the bedroom. Then she reaches up and removes his blindfold, causing him to blink and squint as his eyes adjusted to the light. He looked down at his cock, saw the plastic thing and asked "what is that?" She said "it is to keep you safe and under my control. It is a chastity cage." He said "what? A chastity cage, what for?" Her response was "to keep you focused on taking proper care of me. If you make me happy, I will unlock it and let you cum." He said "oh, wait a minute, that's not fair' and she said "neither is not making me cum for over three months." He said "uh" and kept quiet. She went on to explain that if he treated her well she would let him out to play. If he continued to be a selfish, self-centered ass, it would be a long time before he got to cum. From now on, she owned his cock and his ass, which she intended to fuck regularly. If he didn't like it, she would unlock him and he could pack his bags and leave. She was through with his bullshit behavior. He looked at her, realized that she was serious and said "oh, ok." She said "fine, now go take a shower." Changes At Home When my son Keith came home for the summer from college with a sweet little girl under his arm I knew life in this house was going to change. I know these kids of today are more prone to live together for a period of time before they decide to get married or move along in different directions. I am not so sure they may not be right in there thinking. I was married young and ended up divorced by the time I was twenty years old. Keith was from my first marriage so for five years we were a two party family. Then I met Greg, he was older, steady, and not into a great deal of sex as was my first husband. Greg worked hard and Keith came to know him as his Father. However, Greg died three years ago and we were back to a two party family. I am or will be forty years old this September and Greg will be twenty-one also in September. I have not dated much since my husband died but I have gone out on three occasions. The first was after a company party at work and we, my girlfriend and I ended up I a bar nursing more drinks than I or she should have. Shelly is married so maybe she should not have been out in the first place. But she was and I did not yell for help when a handsome man came to our table and wanted to dance with me. He joined us and danced with Shelly as well as myself. The drinks came easy and before we knew it both Shelly and I were in the man's room. He was from out of town and had a room in the hotel were we stopped for a drink. I remembered sitting on the edge of the bed. I must have passed out for a few minutes because when I came to Shelly was naked next to me with guy behind her screwing her doggie style. As I said, my second husband was not into sex much so for nearly fifteen years I had sex only once every two or three weeks. Later on it became only one a month or less. It was a slow change so I did not feel the need to have sex as I had when I first husband would screw me twice a day and want a blow job in between fucking me. When I woke up and saw Shelly getting screwed and I could see she loved it. The way she was talking and moaning for more and harder. Something snapped in me and I went crazy. Before I knew what I was doing I was naked, kneeling next to them I had one hand on his enormous balls and the other under Shelly fingering her clitoris. The Guy pulling me over and kissed me. He still held on to Shelly's hips with one hand and managed to work a finger into my pussy at the same time. I think this guy had done the two at a time thing before. I was fingering Shelly's clitoris and also feeling his cock as he pulled back. It was a hard as a rock and had a thickness I had never before felt. He was only average in length but God was he thick. Shelly climaxes and fell forward pulling free of the guy cock. I don't know why but I bent down and took his cock in my mouth and let him finish by cumming in my mouth. I had not sucked a cock for many years and it brought back many wonderful memories. He held my head and emptied his load into my mouth. I willing drank all he had and wanted more. He was so excited he never got soft even after that heavy climax. He pushed me over on my back as I opened my legs to give him all the room he needed to plug that cock into me. God, did he feel good, my cunt was stretched out to a width never before obtained. But it felt great. He was a good lover and I was eager to get all of him that I could. He was leaning back yet he was giving me all he had. Shelly moved up and sat across my face. Her well-fucked pussy was there in my face so I lifted my mouth to her cunt and licked her. It was sweet and I liked it. I had never before licked a woman's cunt. I had never thought about it because it was just never available. But there I was getting a good hard cock pushed up my cunt while I licked a sweet juicy one. I always loved to be licked and now here I was doing this act of sex with my friend. Shelly came drenching my face with her cum. The guy cam again, this time in my cunt, it was warm strong smelling and all this sent me over the edge. I screamed and gave up a climax like none I had ever experienced in my life. Shelly and I managed to get out of there in the next few minutes. As we stood by our cars in the hotel parking lot Shelly made me promise never to tell her husband about this. I happily agreed and we parted. Over the next few months Shelly and I grew apart not talking unless we had to. She then left the company and I have not heard from her since. I think it best because I was not too proud of my actions that night. Yet it happened and there is nothing I can change after the fact. The second time I went out was about a year ago. Keith was off to summer camp as a councilor for younger kids. I was lonely and while I was down town shopping one afternoon I went into the same hotel bar where Shelly and I had stopped. I sat alone off to one side in a dark booth. I was sipping my second drink and remembering the time we had. It was early yet about an hour before happy hour when this place fills up with all the businessmen that work down town. The bar maid was about my age. When she came back to see how I was doing we got to talking as there were few customers in the lounge. I laughed and told her I was a widow and how bad I was the last time I stopped in here. She said, she was a single mother and she knew how we single girls had to be careful about what we do and who knows what we do. I am sure it was the drinks but I told her that I had not had a man since that night nine months ago. She said, " Girlie that is too long for any woman to go with out a little sex." I agree with her, it was the booze talking or maybe not. Any way she told me she had a friend here in the hotel that would love to take the both of us up to a room he keeps on the top floor. I said, " Oh, my I could not do that again." She gave me another drink a little stronger than the other two. She told me she was getting off in a few minute and that we should go up and visit her friend. I told her I could not but a few minutes later I was arm in arm with her going up in the elevator. We were laughing and talking as if I had known her all my life. She had a key to the room so we walked right in without knocking. I was shocked yet it was funny to see her friend on the sofa naked as a Jaybird. He looked up as we came in. He stood not bothering to cover himself. Hell why should he, his was the longest cock I had ever seen, not that I had seen many but it as a beauty. Hanging limp it looked a foot long. He was tall lean, muscular and a light brown all over except for his cock. It was dark brown so dark it was nearly black. Her friend was a black man of only twenty years. He walked to us and kissed the barmaid. He turned to me; taking me in his strong arms he kissed me too. A black man had never kissed me and it felt wonderful his mouth was hot and his tongue darted into my mouth like a snake. His hands were on my breasts as he kissed me. The barmaid names were Ruby and she got the three of us to the bedroom. Together they undressed me. Ruby followed quickly so all three of us were naked standing by a king size bed. By this time Carl's cock was awake and coming alive like a giant pole. He lay down and Ruby and I joined him one on either side. Ruby said, "Girlie, had you ever seen a fuck branch like this?" she reached out and started to fondle him. She said, " Honey, would you like to suck his fucking hose, Carl loves to watch a white girl suck his fucking cock." I guess that is when I realized she was a very light black girl with fine thin features. She really was very lovely I some how was pleased she was with me. Carl said, " Come on Baby, suck my cock. Ruby here will do you to if you want." I did not answer he was pushing my head toward his wonderful cock. He was not forceful just kind of helping me make up my mind. Ruby wiggled around till her head was between my legs kissing me on the inner thighs. I held Carl's cock in both hands and there was still enough left over to fill my mouth. The head was long, pointed and a deep purple. His cock was so smooth and the skin so soft, I wondered how it could get so hard and still be so soft. Ruby's tongue found my cunt wet and ready for her tender licks. Somehow we moved around till I was on my knees between Carl's legs with his cock in my mouth, Ruby was on her back between my legs. Carl's arms were long enough to reach my tits. He cupped and held my tits while twisting the nipples. Ruby was licking my cunt as she fingered my ass. I had never had my ass played with before and I found it both exciting and arousing. Taking a lesson from Ruby I managed to fine Carl's ass hole as I played with his very generous balls. He said, "OK, Girl, finger my ass hole and suck my cock." Then he spoke to Ruby "Ruby, she is giving me a finger wave so do her too." He started to lift his hips to meet my mouth coming down. The rather large head was touching the back of my throat causing me to gag. He pulled back some and gave me a second to get use to the feel of it in my throat. I felt my guts get hot and tight, I was so close to a climax I told Ruby to take it slow. But she did not she drove two finger up into my ass and worked then like a piston as she sucked hard on my clitoris. I exploded my climax came out of me and ran all over her face. It was as if I was pissing but I was not. Carl saw that I was cumming and it seem to set him off. His cock swelled and shot off into my mouth. "All right you fucking cocksucker, suck that cum out of me white girl." Carl cried out as he filled my mouth. I sucked and drank his cum as did Ruby mine. His cock went limp and fell from my mouth. I went limp and fell over on my side. Ruby lay still from all her joyous activates. Carl got up and went to the shower. I got up a little sober now and dressed. Ruby wanted me to go down on her as she had me but I told her it would have to wait till another time. I was still a little drunk as I drove home. That was a year ago so I was ready when just two weeks ago I got into a situation that could have gone either way. It went the way I wanted it to go I got a great fucking. I was still recovering from that most enjoyable event when Keith came home with his girl friend. I guess the first thing I noticed was once he introduced us she come to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the mouth. It surprised me and at the same time I felt a little twinge down there between my legs. For one second I felt she knew how her kiss made me feel. I said nothing and we three went on about our business of getting them moved in for the summer. Keith was going to work this summer in his chosen field. There is a lager drafting company in town and that is where Keith wanted to work for the summer. The kids were out the door for the weekend but were back late Sunday afternoon. Keith had to get ready for the first day on the job early Monday morning. Margo had no intentions of working this summer. She was in her third year and planed to do nothing but read and study for next year. So I guessed Margo and I would spend a lot of time together while Keith worked. Margo was smallish in stature, slim yet she had breasts of a size that looked very good for her. She was the kind of a girl that turned heads anywhere she went. I noticed this the first time she and I went the store. The guys at the market damn near fell over one another to get a better look. I some how wished it was me they were trying to look at. But at forty few guys look at us girls anymore. Well except for that guy down at the station where I get my gas. Now that young guy tries hard to look down my blouse and up my skirt any time he can. Oh well maybe someday I'll let him get a good look and see what happens. Margo helped me in the back yard for most of the morning. Then after a light lunch she told me she had to read. So I said I was going to shower and drive down town and go shopping. Margo had started calling me Mom in a singsong voice that sounded like Chinese. So when I heard that Mom voice, as I stood naked in the bathroom I looked up to see Margo standing in the doorway to my bedroom. "You're so beautiful Mom." She said. I pulled my towel around me and walked toward the bedroom. I did not feel good about her coming into my bath but I did not want to cause a problem by saying anything. Margo stood in front of me and took my towel. She rubbed my shoulders and arms. Drying me as if I were a child. She patted my face then turned me around wiping down my back. I did nothing, my brain was shocked into an astonished none functioning organ. When she rubbed the towel down my spine she let her fingers slip between the cheeks of my plump rear. She did so softly and almost with out a touch. Her fingertips found the target and lingered there for one whole second that seemed like a lifetime. She knew I was feeling it and she knew I was not gong to stop her from continuing her advances. The towel dropped to the floor and the next thing I felt was two pointed firm little breasts pressed into my back. Two tiny hands came around to caress my larger softer breasts. Lips were kissing me on the back of my neck. Both of her hands dropped to my thick bush of dark hair. Her hands were talented as they pulled my pussy lips open. I could feel the cool air for the bedroom breeze up into me. Her kisses started to trail downward till her lips were on my anus. Her tongue lashed out running like a wet worm up between the cheeks of my ass to titillate my tiny ass hole. Her fingers were now firmly planted in my wet hot pussy. Her tongue was doing thing to my anus as her fingers were dancing in my pussy. I was helpless as I stood on trembling legs. I reached a climax shaking so hard I nearly fell. Margo cupped her hand under me and licked the juices as they flowed freely. Moments later she had me on the bed her naked little body on top of me. Our lips were together in a sweet juicy kiss. I tasted my cum on her lips and in her mouth. She was so small yet she was in total control of this lesbian encounter. In my two other sessions with women I did not think of it as a lesbian affair because there was a man also evolved. Yet here with only the two of us I was surprised that I was enjoying it so much. Am I a lesbian or just a bi-sexual enjoying both men and women whenever and wherever I can? I stopped wondering when she reversed her position and offered me a peek at her shaved little pussy. I did not hesitate when she opened her legs above my head I was eager to taste her wet cunt. I found her sweet and wet as my tongue licked and danced as far up her cunt as it would go. It was almost an involuntary motion that pushed a finger up her very enlarged ass hole. Then I used two fingers and that was easy also. Three fingers seem to be just right for she was moaning and jerking around to let me know she was having a climax. Her juices flowed and I drank the nectar of the gods till I was full. We fell apart to rest without words for many minutes. Margo moved first as she sat up. Looking down at me she said, " Mom, your very sexy and a wonderful lover. Maybe I should tell Keith about us. He may wish to join us for a love session. What do you think?" She met my eyes and knew the answer to her question. For she went on "No, I guess your right maybe he would not feel right about fucking his mother. But I'll tell you this Keith is one hell of an exciting lover, he has that special something that makes a girl feel so excited during and after he make love to her. He introduced me to anal fucking and now I love it but I guess you found that out. The way you went after my ass you must have been ass fucked plenty." I stammer and said, "No I have never been ass fucked." Her words not mine. Her hand had been lingering between my legs not probing just touching. Now her fingers were on a hunt for my ass. She took a finger and tried to push it up my ass. When she did my natural reflexes took over and her fingertip never got past the pucker. She laughed and said, " Well I'll be damned you never have, have you?" It was a question and a statement so I did not answer. Margo left and I finished dressing. The little shoe repair store I use is in a strip mall on the edge of town. I had to park some distance away and walk. I passed an Adult bookstore with adult toys in the window. Plus a few covers from video and books. One of the toys was a long black vibrator and I had a moment of wonderful memories as I remembered Carl. Next to it was a cover from a video, which showed two girls kissing while each had a cock in them from the rear. I could not tell if the cock was in each pussy or in an ass. But the picture brought to mind a vision of my son Keith with his cock up Margo's ass. For one moment I wondered how it would feel to have a cock up my ass. To be fucked in the ass. I had enjoyed Shelly's; fingers in my ass, Ruby was a master at it and it was so exciting I wondered if I were missing some thing. Then I thought I should try it with a vibrator first and see how it felt. But I walked on by to the shoe shop. The old man was not there today but his son a handsome tall dark haired boy was helping out. He found my shoes and put them in a bag for me. As I paid him I noticed him looking at me strangely. I smiled and asked him. " What is it do I have egg on my face?" He blushed a little and he said, " No not at all you have a very beautiful face and body to match." I thought he was being a little to wise and fresh to a paying customer. So I said, " Your very fresh I bet your father would not put up with this if he were here." He smiled and said, " Oh, I know who you are I have seen your video. So please don't be so up-it-tee, with me." I got mad and I said, " I don't know what the devil your talking about but I'll never come back here again so you can be a smart ass with me." His grin just got wider and he said, " Lady I rented a video the other night from the store down the block. I saw you give a long tall black guy a blowjob while his girl friend ate you out. So I know who you are. You're the sloppy drunk in that video." I was so shocked; I knew just what he was talking about. That couple in the hotel must have had a hidden camera in the room." I grabbed my shoes and ran from the store. What could I do I was so ashamed. People all over town were watching me in a video. My God who all knew it was I and how would I ever live it down if one of my friends saw it. I ran past the adult store and tried to hind in my car. I was shaking too bad to drive so I sat there a long time crying. Five, ten, fifteen minutes I don't know how long I sat there shaking. I rested my head on the steering wheel. I thought life would never get any worse than this. I had cried and now I just wanted to get home. I straightened up in time to see there coming out of the adult store was my son Keith. He was carrying a small box it looked to be a videotape. Did he buy a copy of his mother doing her sex act? Was he going to go home and show it to Margo? I was doomed, I was gong to have to die or leave town. What on earth could I do? This had been my home since I was ten. I had gone to school here, married twice and owned a hone in one of the better neighborhoods. I watched as Keith walked across to a car I did not know. There was a lovely girl behind the wheel I did recognize. It was the wife of Ted Brooks the loan officer at the bank where I do business. What in the world was my son doing driving around with his wife and coming out of an adult store? When they pulled out I was close behind. I followed a few cars back till they turned into the Best Western motel. I know what they were going to do and I felt I was about to be seen by one and all in all my naked glory. But the store had hundreds of videos what were the chances my son would pick up the one I was a star in. Unwilling as I was when the video was made still there would be no explaining it. After all that was nearly a year ago. So surely that video was old and not sold or rented any more. Then the shoe man's words came back to me. " The other night I rented" Oh my lord I cried as I drove home. What was I going to do? Simply there was nothing I could do. "Except maybe." Well there was a thought.