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Joanie

By: MynxKitten



Joanie made her way slowly down the stairs, her dark chocolate pig tails bounced at her shoulders, tickling at her cheeks. A smile adorned soft pink lips, her dark eyes shined as she re-arranged the stack of books and magazines in her grasp. The tight blue jeans she wore left little to the imagination, each of her curves were hugged by the denim which embraced her lithe legs. The brief lime green tank top clung to the soft swells of her breasts, the faint outline of semi-aroused nipples could be seen against the fabric. Her bare feet felt the plush carpet beneath them as she continued down the stairs. The sound of the television wafted throughout the house, a baseball game was on, the announcer clearly stated it was the 7th inning stretch. 

She peeked around the corner, seeing the big easy chair was empty, her father must have been taking advantage of that 7th inning stretch with a bit of stretching of his own. She placed the stack of magazines and books to a table close by and settled down to the edge of his chair, waiting for him to return. She dangled her legs gently, crossing them very lady-like as she sat perched on the edge of the arm of his chair. She glanced about the living room, her toes were skimming the floor as she wriggled her ass against the leather of the chair. 

She was toying with one of the many remotes on the side table of the chair, now half on and half off the chair's edge, her ass thrust high behind her. She squirmed about, her breasts rubbed against the other arm of the chair, she hadn't even noticed that her father had re-entered the room. He had a beer in one hand, his attention was on that ass that was writhing before him. His attention was snatched away as he heard the announcer say that they were ready for the top of the 8th. He cleared his throat softly, letting her know that he was standing there.

"Daddy!" she squealed softly, re-adjusting her position, her breasts near spilling from the tank top which barely kept them concealed. A smile lifted upon her pouty lips once more as she patted the seat of the chair for him.

He moved around her, his free hand grazing her bare shoulders, feeling the thin straps of her tank top in the passing of his palm. He settled back in to the easy chair, he pulled the lever bringing out the foot rest, stretching out getting comfortable once more. He placed the beer down on the table at his side, glancing up at her, watching her closely. He had thought that his daughter had blossomed into a very lovely young woman, just like her mother when she was her age, the age of 18. 

"So, Joanie, what brings you here? Money? Need a ride?" He asked, watching her facial expression for a moment, knowing she didn't really spend that much time with him, she was always off with her girl friends. His right hand glided across her blue jean clad thigh, stroking slowly to her knee as he waited for her response.

"Oh daddy, can't a girl just spend time with you without being grilled?" She smiled softly as she spoke, the corners of her lips curling with each word that passed her mouth. Her hand moved, covering his gently, feeling his fingers drawing a bit too close for her comfort as they now stroke along the inner portion of her thigh, coming very close to her crotch.

His other hand came up, cupping her chin for a moment, bringing his gaze to meet hers. "Well if it hadn't been for the million of other times that you have come to perch upon my chair. To say you want to spend time with me, but then soon disappear, money in hand." His fingers released her chin, slowly trailing down the soft curve of her throat before falling back into his lap once more. 

"But this time is different daddy," she spoke softly, leaning close, her breasts cradled against his chest as she placed a series of warm kisses to his face, "I do want to spend time with you." Granted, she would never tell him that all her friends were either busy with their boyfriends or families out of town on vacation.

He felt her breasts press against his chest, his heart started to race and his loins started to twitch. He knew it was wrong but he could not help it. His wife, Helen was away for the weekend, spending time with her sick father in Detroit. The relationship between Helen and Steve had waned a bit over the years, she had grown frigid. He smiled at the closeness which they had shared, his eyes meeting hers once more. "If you say so pumpkin, then I believe you. What do you want to do tonight?" 

"Well... we could pop some popcorn and watch movies... or we could go to the mall and go shopping... or we could just play board games like we used to." She wriggled a bit on the arm of the chair. She pressed more kisses to his face, giggling in between each peck. Her hard nipples strained against the thin fabric of the tank top as her breasts now crushed against his chest.

His cock was stirring in the shorts that he was wearing, he hoped that she hadn't noticed that. It wasn't the first time that his own daughter had aroused him to a full erection. His other hand trailed along her side, feeling the fabric of her tank top beneath his palm as he glided his hand up to the underside of her breast. "We could just watch some tv tonight, pick a movie and I will watch it with you, pumpkin."

"Anything daddy?" she said as she smiled brightly, eyes twinkling with mirth. The many selections of movies ran through her mind, horror, comedy, or some sappy love story. She felt his hand move up, cupping the soft swell of her breast, tiny tremors coursed through her, her nipple responded to the touch of his hand so close to it. 

"Anything, pumpkin," he said as he pressed a small kiss to her lips, his hand fully glided up casually over her breast, feeling her hard nipple pressing to his palm, "Anything that you want to watch, we can watch it together." His fingers stroked over the soft swell of her breasts, almost kneading it lightly under his touch. Another kiss was pressed to her lips, lingering this time, and this time he felt her respond. 

Her lips pressed to his, tender kisses she bestowed to his lips, she continued to quiver as she felt his hand there on her breasts. She knew it was wrong, he shouldn't touch her like that, but she didn't dare protest. Perhaps he didn't realize what he was doing. She slipped from the arm of the chair, her ass pressing now to his crotch. Her small hand glided up along his chest, feeling the fabric of his t-shirt on her palm. She then brought herself back from him, smiling innocently. She could feel his cock swelling against her ass, she had caught him once in the shower masturbating long ago. Her cheeks stained bright red at the thought of such. "Alright daddy, I will surprise you tonight. You pop the popcorn and I will get the movie." 

"Ok pumpkin, scoot." He smiled at her as he patted her ass now, with that she slipped from his lap, leaving him sitting there with a raging hard on straining against the fabric of his shorts. His hands moved, trying his best to conceal the protrusion that swelled from his shorts. He watched the sway of her ass as she moved off to collect the movie of the night. He thought to himself that it would be some teen angst movie, or perhaps a sappy love story. He pushed down the lever of the chair and lifted to his feet.

She hurried up the stairs, bare feet stepping lightly over the carpet as she moved down to his room. A good portion of the movies were kept in her parents bedroom. She slowly drew open the double doors of the cabinet, eyes moving over the different boxes that lined the shelves. She stepped a bit closer, her nose twitched back and forth as she tried to decide between movies. She didn't want to bore him once again with another one of the teen movies that he seemed to loathe. "Comedy... drama... comedy.... drama..... action!" she spoke to herself, then burst out into a fit of giggles. She plucked a box from the shelf, it was one of Daddy's favorites by Jackie Chan. She clutched the movie close to her chest and then nudged the doors closed with her free hand. 

He moved within the kitchen as she disappeared to find the movie. His hand kept rubbing against his crotch, feeling his cock swell even more. He cursed under his breath, the damn thing made a tee-pee out of his shorts, and he knew that she would surely notice. He stepped to the cupboard where the microwave popcorn was stored, taking out a bag he promptly tossed it in the microwave, setting the timer to pop. He grabbed a bowl setting it on the counter as he waited for the popcorn to finish. He hoped that the movie which she was picking wasn't one of those stupid teen movies that never made sense to him. 

She took a detour into her bedroom for a moment, she checked the time, it was almost 9 o'clock at night. A smile adorned the corners of her lips as she thought that it was late enough for her to change into her pajamas. She hurried to her dresser, searching through the top drawer for something appropriate for the night of movie watching. She removed a loose t-shirt and a baggy pair of boxer shorts. She placed the movie aside and started to strip down out of her clothing. 

He removed the bag from the microwave, opening it up he deposited the popcorn into the waiting bowl. He added a few shakes of salt to the popcorn. He could not help but look down. His cock was still standing at full attention. He surely needed to do something about that. He couldn't have her seeing him in such a state. And he knew that she would be forever upstairs just picking a movie. He left the bowl with the popcorn to the counter and moved off to find a bit of privacy to take care of himself. 

The tank top was discarded, it hit the bed and then managed to fall to the floor. She then tugged down the tight jeans which clutched her hips and legs. For a brief moment, she admired herself in the mirror, she turned from left to right, as she looked to her scantly clothed frame. Fingers patted the soft flesh of her belly, a few more pounds Joanie, she told herself. 

He made his way into the small bathroom on the lower floor of the house. Closing the door partway behind him, knowing full well that she would stay in the living room and wait for him if she did happen to get done before he did. He fumbled a moment with his shorts, he yanked them down just past his hips enough to free his cock. His fingers then curled about the meaty length and he began to stroke it. Visions of his young daughter flashed in his mind as he started to masturbate. As much as he told himself it was wrong, he couldn't help it. The little slut turned him on. His hand pumped up and down the length of his cock, faster the strokes came. He did not even become aware of the pleasure filled groans that fell from his lips.

She grabbed the t-shirt first, she pulled it over her head, it fell nearly to her mid-thigh. She then moved around the side of her bed, she gave a good kick to the fallen clothes on the floor, as she moved them out of the way. She took up the boxers and hiked them up over the swells of her hips as she bounced around in her bed room. The room was a mess, and she knew she would have to clean it, but that would be another day. She stepped to her dresser and looked in the small mirror which was perched atop of it. She clutched her hair brush and then eased the pony-tail holders from her hair. The brush zipped through her hair as she counted to herself. Daddy surely wouldn't mind if she took a few more moments to come down. 

Steve's hand worked overtime on his cock, he so wanted to cum. And he hated being pressed for time to do it in. His hips bucked with each stroke of his hand down along the rigid length of his cock. Pre-cum began to drip from the end, he could feel the shaft grow slippery from his continued minstrations. He no longer envisioned his wife, but it was his daughter that consumed his thought. How he had pictured him fucking her in several different positions and especially sucking his cock and fucking her sweet ass. His other hand braced against the side of the mirror as he stood before the sink. He would shoot his load in there and wash it away once he was done he had told himself. 

She fixed her hair back with one of the pony-tail holders and then placed the brush down to the dresser once more. She took a look at the box of the movie, seeing the title was "Rumble in the Bronx", granted she had seen that one a few times, but they were always good to watch again and again. But what she didn't really know was that the box was merely a cover for the true movie that was inside. Steve had a bad habit of "hiding" his porn flix in regular movie boxes, and the thought never crossed his mind that she might come across one. The last thing he wanted her to find out was how truly perverted that he was. She turned the light off in her room and then made her way down the hall. She took the steps slowly and move to the living room. 

He grunted as he felt the pleasure wash over him, he was so close to cumming it would surely be a matter of minutes now. His hips bucked, his cock slipped through the grasp which he held on it. His voice was a hissing whisper as he groaned, "Yeah... that's it... Joanie.. suck daddy's cock.. suck it..." The sounds of his gratification lifted even in the bathroom, the words were spewed from his lips through clenched teeth, "Suck it...suck it good for daddy you slut..." What Steve did not realize was the door had come part way open. He was too entangled in his own passion to even notice. 

Joanie rounded the couch in the living room, placing the movie on the back of it. She looked around, wondering where her father had went off to. Surely it did not take that long to make popcorn. But we were talking about Joanie's father, she swore the man did not have a brain in his head at sometimes. She started for the kitchen, the light was off in there, which she thought was strange. Yet she saw the bowl of popcorn sitting on the counter. She turned her attention down the small hall, the lavatory was down at the other end, she could see the light filter into the hall since the door was slightly ajar. Yes that is where he had to be. She started down the hall, she wanted to at least tell him that she was finished upstairs and the movie had been picked out. Her head canted to the side the closer she got, she wondered what that noise was. 

His jaw tightened, he could feel his balls start to tense. His shorts had fallen down around his ankles now as he kept working his hand over his stiff rod. His words uttered through clenched teeth again, "Suck..... it... Joanie... swallow... daddy's cock... like a good girl.... " The slippery sounds of his hand stroking his cock could be heard clearly through the opening of the door. 

Her hand had pressed to the door, she paused as she heard his words and the sounds of him jacking his cock furiously. Her cheeks inflamed with deep color. Just as she was about to withdraw the door crept open further from the touch of her hand upon it. One could imagine how embarrassed Joanie was to see her father masturbating. She gulped, a lump had risen in the back of her throat as she backed further from the doorway. The door had managed to open far enough to give Joanie a good viewing of her father as his hand worked over his cock. A faint gasp trickled from her parted lips as she stood there stunned. 

The creak of the door had alerted Steve that something was not right. He turned around, cock still in hand as he looked straight at Joanie. The tip was swollen, and glistened with the pre-cum which dripped from the mushroom shaped head. He looked at her, eyes were still glazed over with the hunger which had swelled in him. Slowly his fingers released his cock, he wasn't sure who was more embarrassed him or his daughter. He wasn't sure if she had heard the words which he was saying, but it was obvious that she had caught him in the act. His cock still stood at attention as he fumbled to pull his shorts up. 

She remained as she was, pressed to the wall across from where he was in the bathroom. Her eyes were wide as she looked between his face and then down to his bobbing cock. She told herself to run, but couldn't make herself move a single inch. She swore for a moment that she had stopped breathing all together. No words were exchanged between the two as they seemed to be locked in a stare down with each other. Her lips parted as he had started to step closer to her. She felt her heart begin to race in her chest. 

He had kicked away the shorts, he wasn't really in the mood to struggle with them. And hell, Joanie had seen him naked several times, what was one more time really? He had indeed started to move closer to her, he could see her quiver as she was pressed against the wall. Seemed to be paralyzed with fear, yet he noticed she would look down at his cock. This only seemed to goad him on, made him remain hard that his own little girl looked at his cock. 

She tore her gaze away from his cock, she had to move, he was getting closer to her. She started to inch down the hallway, her eyes never seeming to leave his face now. The more she moved, the further he seemed to advance. She took two steps to his one and yet he seemed to remain close to her. She cried out softly as she felt his arms encircle her waist, drawing her close against him. She could feel his heated breath on the back of her neck and his cock pressing to her ass. "Daddy... no... What are you doing daddy?" her voice came quickly from her lips, though there seemed to be no response. Her words fell on deaf ears. 

His arm wrapped further about her waist, he clutched her close to him. He could feel her start to struggle a bit, her body rubbing to his in such a way that it kept him aroused. He moved with her entangled in his embrace, her ass wedged against the hard shaft of his cock, he made his way into the living room with her. Her breath was stolen from her as she found herself pressed against the back of the couch, her body bent as his hand shoved her down until her ass was thrust behind her. "Did you like watching me?" his voice was gruff as he kept her held in his position. 

She didn't know what to say really, in one aspect it turned her on, but another he was her father after all. She squirmed as she remained bent over the back of the couch. She could feel his fingers moving along her side and down to the waist of the boxers which she wore. With a good tug they were removed and tossed aside. He remained behind her, examining the now offered view of her scantly clad panty ass. His fingers moved over the soft swells of flesh which were presented to him, the tips of his digits glided beneath the material of her panties to caress along the sweet cleft of her ass.

Joanie kept wriggling, her fingers pawing at the cushions of the couch. Her feet kicked frantically behind her, not to really strike at him, more like to struggle even more. But he seemed to enjoy it when she did fight, it turned him on even more. She could feel the fabric of her shirt being drawn from her back now, his fingers crept to the clasp of her bra. The single hook was undone and the lace of her bra gave way from the pert swells of her breasts. "Noooooo daddy.... nooo... " she cried out in protest, but the sounds seemed to fall on deaf ears. 

His fingers moved, the tips dug into the flesh of her breasts, he squeezed and fondled the creamy swells as he pressed himself against her once more to keep her in place. His cock remained hard, the tip glided across the fabric of her panties. He told himself that the panties had to go as well. He wanted to see her pussy. His left hand swept down now, his fingers coiled into the white cotton material of her panties. With a good yank the fabric began to give way. The side panel of her panties tore, but that wasn't good enough for him, he tugged sharply on the rest of the fabric. He backed from her a bit as he removed the torn panties fully from her. 


Joanie Still Sucks Her Thumb



Please note, this story is very similar to another story titled JODI AND DAVID. I have re-written it, revised some content and cleaned up a few mistakes.

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My little sister Joanie has this really vulnerable way about her. She can be really emotional - and she can let herself get so worried about things, little things. And, I've tried to be as helpful as I can be, and she seems to really appreciate it. I guess I really take on a lot as her big brother.

Right now she and I are both home from college for a little while, and it's been SO great to see her and catch up. We've always been close, and it has been really sad for both of us being away at different schools. Our parents are away on vacation for the next two weeks, so we have the house to ourselves. Not that we do much, we are both pretty quiet - we aren't the type to throw a big party with the mom and dad gone.

I should explain something, my little sister is really cute, at least to me.

What makes things even MORE cute is that she is sort of small, I don't know how tall she is, maybe less than 5 feet, and being tiny like she is, it's almost TOO cute. Even though she just turned 18, she still looks like she's still a girl in junior high school. She even talks with a squeaky little girl voice. This may seem silly, but hearing her funny baby voice just makes my heart melt, it's simply TOO cute.

And another thing, she has this really cute way of smiling, it's something about her lips. They are sort of plump and pouty. I think she uses a lot of lip-gloss, and for some reason her lips are always sort of glistening. Seeing her here at the house this week, I've noticed it even more.

But here's what is so emotional for me, since she's been home again these last few days, she's been acting really insecure and sad. And I really wish I could help, I really want is to see her happy. I feel like I should look out for her, and I guess I've always felt that way. It's a big brother thing, and I feel like I need to be protective.

Well, anyway - tonight I was out at the local library working on a project for school.

Joanie called me on my cell phone and she asked when I would be home. I told her it might be late, I had a lot to do. I heard seriousness in her voice, she seemed worried about something.

I asked, "What is it?"

"I guess I just need to talk."

"Is everything okay?"

"I don't know, I just feel so much better if I can talk to you." 

"I understand, I'll be home as soon as I can, okay?"

"Thank you Danny."

I could tell something was bothering her. She spoke in her little baby voice, and it really got to me. I rode my bike thru the dark streets and I thought about how worried she sounded.

It was pretty late by the time I got home, I hadn't realized how long I had been in at the library. I thought that maybe Joanie would already be in bed in her room. I checked, but she wasn't there.

I walked down the hall and up the stairs. When I got up to my room, there was Joanie. She was sitting on my bed, biting her lip and looking dejected and sad. 

"Hey Joanie, is everything all right?" I asked.

"I'm sorry Danny - I didn't mean to call you and sound all needy like I did."

I smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's okay."

I love her so much, that I just felt helpless seeing her so sad. She was fidgeting on my bed wearing her normal sleeping outfit, a long t-shirt, and probably just panties underneath. 

She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, "Is it okay if - I mean - can we talk? I just really need the company, and you make me feel really - safe."

Joanie was acting so sad, and it just breaks my heart. And right then all I wanted was to help her. 

"Joanie, don't worry, I'm here now."

"Are you sure it's okay? I mean - I know it's late."

"Yes, it's fine. I really wanna help..."

Then Joanie whispered, "This has been a hard time for me."

I said, "I can tell something has been bothering you..."

Joanie said, "I don't know what it is, what's wrong with me."

"You know you can always talk to me."

"Thank you Danny, I feel so lucky to have a brother as understanding as you."

"What's bothering you?"

"Some things at school have been so awkward for me. I didn't want to bother you with my problems, but I just don't know who else I can talk to. It's left me so - I don't know - so sad..."

"Listen, I want to help, okay?"

And then she went on to explain about life away at college, about being around other people, especially boys, and how insecure she feels. Everyone else is dating and having fun, but Joanie has been somehow unable to fit in, to have a normal life.

"I just feel so awkward that, I'm so - well - that I'm so tiny."

"Oh Joanie, you are so beautiful and so perfect."

"But - but - I don't feel that way..."

I sat on the bed next to her, and she looked up at me with such hopelessness.

I said, "Oh Joanie - You have such a sensitive way about you, so I understand how it must feel - it must be difficult."

"Is something wrong with me? Am I too sensitive?"

"No, I really love that you're so sensitive - it's what makes you who you are."

She crawled across the bed and hugged me when I said that. 

I tried to encourage her, "Keep talking. This is helpful for me to understand. Go on..."

Joanie replied with a shaky voice, "Thank you - I really need to tell you some stuff."

I tried to sound as compassionate as possible when I said, "If I can help, even a little - please let me."

At this point I got right up on the bed, and I sat up against the headboard. I put my arm around my little sister and I encouraged her to lie down along side me. It's was nice, we always sit like this whenever we have a heart to hear talk.

I said, "I wanna help, okay?"

She nestled in close to me in such a comforting way. It was so delightful to have my arm around her. I just felt such a perfect closeness. 

She paused before she spoke, "I really worry - a LOT - about boys, and if they will like me."

I was surprised by to hear her say that, but I could tell it was something that really bothered her.

I said, "Oh no please - Joanie, don't think that, you are so pretty."

"But my roommate, in the dorm, Eleanor, she gets SO much attention from boys. She's nice to me - she's my best friend, but I just feel so insecure around her."

"Why?"

"Well, she's tall, and has big boobs - and she has a really curvy figure - and all the boys just fall all over her."

"Joanie, please don't worry about your roommate. I really mean it."

"I can't help it. She always wears low cut outfits that show off her cleavage, and it's SO obvious that all the boys just love her big boobs."

"No, don't feel that way, you are perfect and beautiful."

"I'm just so tiny, and it makes me feel so sad - I feel like - well - like I'm stuck being a little girl or something."

I tried to console her, "Please, you're 18 now, and you are away at college, you are all grown up."

"But look at me, I mean..." 

At that point she looked down at her own chest, and I looked too. It was true, she had very small breasts. It was funny, but the way she was laying on the bed next to me made her seem even more flat-chested than usual. 

She spoke in her baby voice, "I feel so whiny, I mean, even though I'm 18 years old, I still only have the boobs of a little 12 year old girl..."

Then she sort of pulled at her t-shirt, and it sort of made it fit even tighter across he chest, and it was suddenly really obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, it made her nipples stand out. I was amazed at how lovely she looked.

She paused and looked away, she seemed so sad, and I felt powerless to help.

After a moment, she let go of her t-shirt, and she took a deep breath.

Then she spoke, "It's been so hard. I really like Eleanor, she's a great roommate, and she really tries to comfort me. I tell her everything I'm telling you, even - I mean, about how jealous I am about her boobs."

"Is it helpful talking with her?"

"Oh God, I'm not sure..."

"What is it?"

"I overheard some boys from school, in the cafeteria, they were talking - and I heard them talk about Eleanor. And they just went on and on about her boobs, how much they loved them. I mean, they were all excited about them. Something about it made feel so - I don't know - so sad."

I thought for a moment before speaking.

"Listen, I met Eleanor that one time, when I came up to visit, remember?"

"Yes."

"I thought she was very nice. And, yes, it's true, she has big boobs. But, I need to tell you this..."

She said, "Okay."

"I really think you are a lot prettier than Eleanor - and I think that..."

I paused and looked at my little sister. I was worried that what I need to say was too much.

I cautiously went on, "...I really think - that you shouldn't worry, because - your delicate little breasts are SO much more beautiful than hers."

We were quiet for a long time after I said that. 

It seemed so funny that I would say something so intimate to my little sister, I mean, complimenting her little breasts is SO personal. But it felt honest, like I was being helpful. 

Eventually Joanie looked at me with those big blue eyes, and she whispered, "Thank you for saying that."

I said, "It's true, your little breast are beautiful."

She looked at me, and smiled. And a little tear formed in the corner of her eye.

"Oh Danny, thank you - I loved hearing what you said - and thank you for being such a good brother," And she kissed me on my cheek.

We sat in silence for a long time.

I thought to myself about everything she had just said, about being so jealous of Eleanor. All of it made me so sympathetic toward Joanie and her insecurities about her little breasts. I wanted to help, to be as loving and supportive as I could. I felt this deep NEED in me to let her know just how truly beautiful she really is - especially to me.

Finally I asked, "Joanie, is there anything I can do to help?"

She thought for a second, and said, "I'm not sure."

"Anything..."

"Well, I've always had such nice memories of when we were kids, and when I would get scared at night, you were always so nice to me."

I thought for a little bit, "You mean when you would sneak into my room and ask to sleep in my bed?"

"Yes, it was really a nice thing for me. I felt so safe."

"I remember that, you were so cute."

"I've been so nervous lately, and I haven't been able to sleep. Last night I hardly slept at all."

"Well, it's late, and I think we should both be asleep. How about you stay right here and maybe you'll sleep better tonight."

"Really?"

"Sure, it would be nice."

She smiled and excitedly said, "Oh Danny, I would LOVE that!"

And then she kissed me on the cheek, and snuggled in close.

She said, "Do you remember I would make you leave the light on?"

"Sure, I remember - you were scared of the dark."

She meekly asked, "Can we leave the light on tonight, just like we used to do?"

"Of course."

She asked, "You remember those baggy blue pajamas you wore?"

I laughed and said, "I forgot about those! You used to make fun of them."

She giggled too, and it felt so good to hear her sound happy.

She asked, "Do you still have them?"

"No, I'm too tall to fit them these days. Now I just wear my boxers to sleep."

She sat up and said, "I'm cold, I'm gunna get under the covers."

And she squirmed around and pulled down the blanket and got into the bed. She pulled the blanket up close to her chin.

She let out a satisfied, "There, that's better!"

Then, I got up and stood next to the bed. I pulled off my clothes and let 'em all fall to the floor, just like I always do before going to sleep. I stood there in front of my little sister wearing nothing but a pair of baggy blue boxers, but that felt totally normal. Joanie had seen me walk around the house like this for years.

She looked up at me, "Well, you may not have those old pajamas, but at least your underwear is still blue."

I smiled at her little joke, and then I pulled down the covers and climbed in next to my little sister. This may seem funny, but there was nothing awkward or uncomfortable about any of this. It felt really peaceful and nice.

We lie there, side by side in silence for a while. I thought about when she was a little girl and how scared she acted when she snuck into my room. Now she is 18 years old, and I could tell she was worried about things in her life right now. So I carefully put my arm around her, and she instantly nestled in close.

Then, I quietly whispered, "Joanie, I want you to listen to me. You shouldn't worry about the other girls at school, especially about your roommate Eleanor. You are perfect and lovely and wonderful."

She snuggled in close to me. I pulled up the blanket around both of us, and let her get comfortable. I pulled her in tight against me.

She let out a contented, "Mmmmm..."

And she seemed to melt a little.

I whispered in her ear, "This is nice, to snuggle again like this, after so may years."

We were both quiet and still for a long time. 

She quietly whispered, "Danny, are you still awake?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Did you really mean what you said to me?"

"What do you mean?"

She sounded nervous when she spoke, "When you said, that - you thought I was prettier than Eleanor..."

"Yes, I said it because it's true."

And she spoke with a shaky voice, heavy with emotion, "And - then you said - that - you thought my little breasts are delicate and beautiful. Do you really mean that?"

"Yes Joanie - I really mean that."

"I want you to know, that was so nice for me to hear. Thank you."

I kissed her softly on the forehead and whispered, "I love you Joanie - sleep well, sweet dreams."

She replied, "I love you too."

After that she was totally silent, just the gentle noise of her soft breathing. It was obvious she appreciated me being home, and I felt so good knowing that I was kind and helpful. 

I snuggled in close to my beautiful little sister and I let myself drift away and sleep.

* * *

Suddenly - my eyes were open. The light next to the bed was still on, and it was still dark out the window. Why was I awake? How long had I been asleep? 

There was a funny little noise, and it seemed to wake me up.

Something was different. There was a weird dreamlike feeling, almost like things were too vivid. It was as if we were both in some other realm, someplace magical. I lay there, with that odd feeling you get before you are fully awake.

There was a quiet little sound coming from Joanie. I wondered what it was, it sounded like a tiny squeaking.

I looked over, and Joanie was sleeping on her side - with her back to me. I couldn't see anything - but when I sat up, I was completely startled. Joanie was happily curled up, fast asleep - with her thumb in her mouth!

Oh my God, she still sucked her thumb! I remember she used to do that as a little girl, but I had no idea she still did it. I was surprised, and honestly, it was cute, like she was still a little kid or something. 

I was mesmerized by the image of my sleeping little sister doing something so adorable. I grinned to myself and shifted my weight, propping myself up on one arm to get a better look at her. I watched for a few minutes, and it was really haunting - how enchanting she looked.

Her lips were all moist and glistening, from the wetness of her own thumb. There was something so pretty about her plump little lips as they sparked in the pale light of my bedside lamp.

Oh my god, my little sister looked unimaginably lovely.

Carefully, I reached out my hand and stroked her cheek softly, tickling her a bit. She mewed softly, but she didn't wake up. Then - I reached out my arm and touched her on the tip of her cute little nose, and then watched as her eyes flickered, then opened. 

With her thumb still in her mouth, she surveyed her surroundings with her liquid eyes, until her sleepy gaze fell upon me, smiling down at her. 

She looked up at me, and she continued to gently suck her thumb.

After a little while, she realized what she was doing, and that I was watching her. Right then, her and her eyes grew wide and she stopped sucking. She slowly pulled her thumb out and turned away from me, curling up in a ball. She was blushing. 

I whispered, "Awwww, Joanie, it's okay." 

She didn't move. 

"Joanie, don't worry - you looked cute."

She didn't answer. At first, I thought she was upset, and she might be crying.

Joanie was facing away from me. I put my hand on her t-shirt, on her shoulder, and gently pulled her toward me. She yielded to my touch, and I rolled her onto her back.

She meekly looked up at me with her big beautiful eyes. It was obvious she was ashamed that I caught her doing something so childish.

I whispered, "Don't feel bad."

"But it's embarrassing."

"No it's not - It's cute."

"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to see me like this. It makes me feel so - I don't know - like a baby or something." 

"Joanie, don't let yourself feel that way."

"I don't know why I do it, I just do it when I sleep - I can't help it."

"I watched you, it was pretty."

"You watched me? Right now?"

"It was nice."

"Oh Danny, really? How long?"

"Maybe a few minutes."

"Oh God - Now I'm really embarrassed."

"Don't' worry - you looked really cute."

And then, instead of responding, Joanie looked at her own hand. Her own thumb. It was shiny and moist from being in her mouth just a moment before. 

She spoke in a sad voice, "I don't understand why I still do this, I can't help it."

The emotion in her voice just broke my heart. 

I said, "Oh Joanie Honey, please, don't feel bad. I feel good right now, and so should you."

She held up her hand and showed me her thumb, almost like it confused her, and she needed an explanation.

My little sister softly stated, "This is what I was trying to say earlier, when I said I worry that people must seem me as such a little girl or something."

I replied, "I watched you suck your thumb, and I thought it was beautiful."

She smiled when I said that, then she asked, "But why do I do this? Why is my thumb such a - I don't know - just such a burden?"

She held her little thumb for me to see, and somehow - she just looked so mixed up.

The room was quiet and filled with an oppressive emotion. I couldn't help myself. I leaned in and gently kissed the tip of my sister's wet thumb. 

I whispered, "There, does that help?"

She replied faintly, "A little."

She didn't move her hand, and her tiny thumb was still pointed at me. She remained stone-still and she looked so beautiful in the dim light of my bedside lamp. I was entirely focused on her wet little thumb.

And with that, I cautiously kissed it again, right on the little moist end. But this time, slower, and more tenderly.

Joanie spoke in her amazing baby voice, "That feels nice."

And I kept on kissing, and it felt wonderful.

It would be hard to fully explain the feeling of Joanie's thumb against my lips. The kissing felt beautiful. I looked at my little sister as I softly kissed the tip of her little wet thumb, and any bit of sadness was gone, instead she looked delighted.

It felt so good to see her like that, looking happy and content, that I kept on kissing her thumb.

She let out a satisfied, "Mmmmmm..."

With that, I carefully wrapped my lips around the very end of her thumb, and held it softly in my mouth. Then, I allowed myself to suck, just a little, like a nursing baby.

I was waiting for Joanie to tell me to stop, to protest at my boldness, but just the opposite was happening. As I sucked her thumb, her eyes lit up and she smiled at me. I was amazed at the exquisite wet taste on my tongue, I was tasting her wet mouth, everything just seemed to fill me with a deep sense peace.




Joanie Still Sucks Her Thumb



And seeing her great big smile was the most rewarding thing I could imagine.

It was as if she was answering me, so I let her little thumb slide deeper into my mouth. The sensation of something so adorable and tiny against my tongue felt magical.

It tasted sweet and warm.

I was amazed at how good it felt, and how delicious it seemed. And what felt most wonderful was how Joanie reacted, I watched her, and she looked joyous.

This may sound silly, but there was something SO soothing about what I was doing. As if by sucking my little sister's thumb, I was dissolving all her tensions and anxiety.

It felt so honest and so beautiful, I just let myself melt into wonderful sensations, and allowed myself to suck Joanie's thumb with a kind of childish abandonment.

She looked up at me stammered, "This - feels - SO nice."

I pulled her hand away just long enough to reply.

"Joanie, I know why you do this. Oh my God, it's wonderful."

My little sister whispered, "Don't stop - I like the way - this feels."

And then I put her thumb back in my mouth and continued the gentle sucking.

Watching Joanie was a little bit bewildering, she simply seemed to loose herself to the sensations. It was almost like by my sucking her thumb, I was hypnotizing her. 

And for the next ten minutes or so, I simply let myself surrender to my little sister's wet thumb in my mouth.

Her eyes would never close, she was so attentive, watching me as I sucked. It was like, by holding her thumb in my mouth, I was helping her reach some place of blissfulness.

I loved it - every second - I truly loved it.

Then, Joanie seemed overcome with a sort of restlessness. She looked at me with a different intensity and she sort of squirmed a little under the covers.

And then she began to whimper quietly.

I pulled out her thumb and asked, "Is anything wrong, should I stop?"

"NO! Please, don't stop."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh God, YES, this feels wonderful."

Before I could say anything else, she desperately pushed her thumb back in my mouth. And - I have to say - I was grateful, it just felt so amazing. I wanted to keep sucking it.

She lay there, on her back, looking at me, wide-eyed and emotional. 

Joanie spoke calmly and clearly, "Danny - please don't talk - just listen - I don't want you to stop."

And I didn't, I just kept sucking, and gently and warmly as I could.

I listened intently as she softly spoke, "Danny, this feels - I don't know if I can explain it - But, this feels - so loving."

I moved in a little closer, so I could see her expression. I sat up onto my knees next to her, close to her shoulder.

"You have been so kind to me, and I want you to know how much I appreciate it - really..."

I listened intently as I sucked.

"And tonight, when you let me sleep her - in your bed - just like we used to do - thank you SO much - It helped me SO MUCH, more than you will ever know - thank you."

And I had wanted SO badly to help her, to truly help her, just hearing her say that made me so gratified, and suddenly I was sucking harder.

Joanie went on very quietly, "I never expected anyone to say anything nice about me. And you said those kind things - about me."

I watched as my sister spoke.

She paused for a moment, and then whispered, "You whispered to me, and you were so wonderful. I loved it when told me not to worry about Eleanor and her big boobs. And I loved it then you talked about my little - my little breasts, and you said you thought they were - delicate and beautiful..."

I nodded, and my heart suddenly started racing.

"Oh God - I loved hearing you say that."

With that I flinched a little, and moved even closer. I was up on my knees, next to Joanie, with my face so close to her - and now I was sucking more vigorously. 

I think she recognized that when she spoke about her own breasts, I sucked a little bit harder.

"It was so helpful to hear you tell me that my little breasts were pretty..."

And I squirmed, and sucked faster, and louder.

My little sister kept on going, "Oh Danny, I've been feeling SO confused, I mean, my breasts are just SO tiny, but I could tell you being totally honest."

Then, she reached for my hand, and she held it firmly.

"I loved it when you whispered that little breasts were delicate and lovely. Oh Danny, that made me feel so beautiful."

As she talked, she was looking at my thumb.

Joanie whispered, "It was so sweet, what you told me - and I loved hearing it..."

Then she put my hand up to her face, and without any hesitation she put MY thumb into HER mouth. 

It happened fast, Joanie was sucking my thumb, and I was thunderstruck by the intensity. It was somehow so natural and beautiful.

Oh God, the sensation was electric.

Right then, we had achieved something so sensual. She was sucking my thumb - and I was sucking hers. We were snug together under the blankets in my bed, and the bedside lamp gave of a soft orange glow.

It only took a few seconds before we both sucking with the same forceful rhythm. 

I moved a little closer on my knees, just to make the pose more comfortable for both of us. I let myself focus on her smooth and delicious beauty of her tiny mouth all wrapped around my thumb. 

And again, I could see that my little sister was squirming under the covers.

I didn't understand what was happening, but the feelings were strong and passionate.

All I could do was let myself really FEEL the wet slippery sensations of Joanie's tongue against my thumb, and the noise, the little baby noise that she was making.

Little by little, Joanie's squirming changed to a sort of kicking, and I watched as she pushed the covers with her feet. It took a little while, but she eventually kicked the blankets off of both of us, and on the floor. Right then, she was lying there, uncovered in the soft light of the bedside lamp. 

She was looking up at me with this haunted expression, and all she was wearing was a tight white t-shirt and this was pushed up to her tummy from all her squirming, and a pair of white panties.

She looked so beautiful and delicate I thought my heart would break. Her white t-shirt was tight against her tiny breasts, and her nipples were hard and prominent. They seemed to rise and fall under her t-shirt with each breath. I could see her belly button, and her cute tummy. And her white panties, and the smooth skin of her legs. And I sucked a little bit more intensely - I couldn't help it.

Oh God, the sight of her was amazingly lovely.

It was right then that it felt like she was hypnotizing me. By sucking my thumb, she was casting some marvelous spell on me.

I was lost. I couldn't help myself, I just stared at my sisters petite little body. And - I was shocked at the beauty of her tiny breasts. But most amazing were her nipples, they just seemed SO hard under the tight fabric of her t-shirt.

And then I looked up at Joanie's face, and it was obvious that she knew I was looking at her chest - at her nipples. And, for a moment I was ashamed, but her expression was so happy - so gratified, that it simply melted my heart. 

Neither of us could talk, and the room was filled with the enthusiastic wet sucking noises.

I turned my eyes, and looked back at her delicate little body. It was like looking at a beautiful marble sculpture in a museum.

For a long time, as we both sucked each other's thumbs, I was lost in the dreamlike beauty of my sister, and tight t-shirt, her little breasts, her hard nipples and her deep breathing.

Everything about her simply radiated purity. Her tiny breasts looked so perfect, her nipples seemed so impossibly and even her belly button gleamed with beauty.

And then I looked at her panties.

It took me a second to understand what I was seeing, but her hips were moving softly, she was pumping herself - her groin - in a subtle but deliberate motion. At that moment, all my thoughts seemed to change, everything got swallowed up in strong sexual feelings. And it was right then that I felt myself getting hard.

Until that moment, I was lost in a sort of dream, and it hadn't even occurred to me that I might get an erection, but suddenly - it was happening.

I looked back at Joanie's face, and she was sucking my thumb, but she wasn't looking up at me. She was focused entirely on my baggy boxer shorts. The way I was sitting on the bed, on my knees, Joanie's face was close to me, to my underwear.

And then I did something that surprised me, like it was beyond my control. I turned a little and spread my knees so Joanie could see me better, so she could get a more direct view between my legs.

I looked down at myself, at my underwear, and watched as my penis got hard. It happened really fast - and Joanie was watching too. In almost no time at all, there was a stiff outline straining against the thin fabric of my boxers.

And all this time, we both continued to loudly suck each other's thumbs. 

I looked at Joanie, and she was staring wide-eyed directly at my erection. It was such a forbidden feeling, to see her looking so intensely at me. I pulled Joanie's thumb from my mouth.

I took a deep breath before I spoke, "Oh my God, I can't believe what I'm feeling."

My beautiful sister just stared up at me, with my thumb in her mouth.

I went on, "Joanie, this feels so good, so perfect - everything feels perfect." 

I paused, not knowing how to describe what I was feeling.

I warily asked, "Do you feel it too?"

And then she vigorously nodded yes, and there was something so earnest in her expression, that it induced a sort of heightened elation in me. Any apprehension I may have felt simply vanished.

I cautiously spoke, "Joanie, you look SO beautiful - Oh God - It's too much - I feel like my heart is going to break."

And then, she moved her legs on the bed, I turned to see. Both her knees were now spread wide, and her hips were visibly pumping with each breath. All I could do was stare, at her tight white panties.

I whispered, "Joanie - Oh Joanie..."

And then I heard her whimper, and I looked at her face as she sucked my thumb. She was looking at my lap. Her eyes were focused at the obvious outline of my erection as pressed against my boxers.

"Joanie, you look so beautiful."

What happened next took almost no effort at all, it was like some sort of slow motion movie. I moved in a way that was almost instinctive, like something else was controlling me. I gently pulled my thumb out of Joanie's mouth and she immediately moved her hand to her face and began to suck her thumb again.

I moved slowly on the bed, and got just a little closer to her, she seemed a little bit worried, but she watched my every move. Then, I got up tall on my knees, and put both my hands on the waistband of my boxers. I held myself still for a moment, and looked down at my beautiful little sister, and at myself. My erection was pushing outward hard against my underwear.

Joanie looked up at me, wide eyes with fascination.

I asked, "Joanie, I need to take these off, I don't know what else to do. Is that okay?"

She didn't answer for a moment, and my heart was pounding as she looked up at me.

Finally she looked up at me, and nodded nervously.

I didn't hesitate, I simply pulled my boxers down, and instantly my erect penis was free. It was jutting straight out, hard and throbbing. 

She instantly flinched, and then, in a sort of frightened reflex, she started sucking even harder with a haunted desperation.

I had to move around a little to get the boxers down my legs and off my feet. As I did, my erection seemed to jiggle, and I could tell it captivated her. When my underwear was off, I sat on my knees, right up snug against Joanie.

I stayed there, on my knees, naked, right next to my beautiful little sister. The nervous sucking noise was the only sound in the room, as I kneeled over my little sister, with my hard penis looming above her tiny body.

She took her thumb out of her mouth just long enough to say, "I have to do this, I can't help it, I have to suck my thumb, it helps me."

I calmly replied, "Joanie, you look so cute with your thumb in you mouth, I love it - I really love it."

"I can't help it."

And with that, she put her thumb back in, and continued sucking.

I told her, "Please - Try not to feel nervous, I don't feel that way. I feel like I'm overflowing with love." 

When she heard me say that, she seemed to answer me with her big blue eyes, she was grateful and exhilarated.

I allowed myself a minute just to look at my sister. I was tall on my knees, looking down at her petite little body. I let Joanie stare at my hard erection, it felt wonderful.

She was sucking her own thumb, and she seemed to be squirming a little from the intensity of what was happening. And her t-shirt seemed so tight against her tiny breasts, and her nipples were hard and prominent. They seemed to strain under her t-shirt because she was breathing so deeply.

I could see her belly button, and her cute tummy. And her white panties, and the smooth skin of her legs. She was insatiably lovely.

I put my fingertips against her tight t-shirt, along the edge near her belly button.

I whispered, "Joanie, I want to - I need to take your shirt off - Is that okay?"

She nodded nervously.

I got in close, and I carefully rolled up her t-shirt along her tummy. 

I could see her breathing and she squirmed a little to make it easier for me, but to get it over her head, she needed to sit upright. I moved cautiously and helped her, and as she sat up, my hard penis touched her belly, and when she felt that - she kind of flinched. With that, she seemed frantic about getting the tight shirt off.

Almost instantly, the shirt was on the floor, and she was sucking her thumb again. And I could - Oh God - I could finally see her little breasts, and they were so perfect and so delicate, that I literally gasped.

Joanie, was sitting up after her shirt came off, then she lay herself back down on the bed, with here head on my pillow.

She had told me, more than once, that even though she was 18 she still only had the boobs of a 12 year old, and I always thought she was exaggerating, but it was true. If they were any smaller, they would almost be gone. And, like everything else about her, her nipples were tiny, but they were hard and pale.

She lay there breathing deeply, sucking her thumb, and looking up at me - wearing only her white panties. I didn't know what to do, I felt so overjoyed just looking at her, amazed at her beauty.

And then she shifted her legs wider, with a sort of nervous energy, and it was then I saw it - there was a small wet spot on her white panties.

I was astonished and I gasped, "Oh Jesus! Joanie?"

Joanie took her thumb out of her mouth and asked, "What - What do you see?"

I replied, "Your panties, there is a wet spot, between you legs."

"I'm sorry - I can't help it."

"No, don't feel bad. It just surprised me. It's really beautiful."

She meekly asked, "Really?"

"Oh my God - YES."

Then - in a intensified quickness, my sister sat up and spread her feet wide on the bed, and she looked down at her own panties, at the dark little patch of wetness centered between her legs.

She whispered, "Oh fuck..."

Joanie looked at me, at my face - at my erection - and back down at her own wet underwear. Then she put her thumb back in her mouth, and began sucking again. Sitting up like she was, she seemed so delicate and small, and she looked up at me, with a kind of confused hunger in her big blue eyes.

Then - as if in a dream - I did something that startled me. I leaned in and put face between Joanie's legs, and pressed my nose against the little wet spot on her white panties. I inhaled deeply, and took in the moist fragrance, it smelled sensual and delicious.

Joanie, with her thumb in her mouth, let out an anxious whimper.

Then I was kissing the moist spot centered on her panties. It felt so warm and tantalizing against my lips. Joanie immediately squealed as she sucked her own thumb.

As I licked, I could feel the plump lips of my sister's vagina through the sheer wet fabric of her underwear. Then I could hear Joanie sucking her thumb, and it was loud and frenzied.

And then I sat up, and looked at my beautiful little sister. Joanie was watching me, her eyes wide with excitement. I looked down between Joanie's legs and put my hands on her panties.

I asked, "Joanie, I need to take these off."

And Joanie nodded a desperate okay.

I put my fingers in her waist band, and she began to squirm, and as my hands were pulling her panties down, she had to sort of arch her hips up off the sheets, and with her help, they were off in seconds. 

Oh God - Suddenly my beautiful little sister was lying naked in front of me - sucking her thumb - with her legs spread wide.

The moment was electric, both of us naked, facing each other.

Joanie has just a small amount of pubic hair, it's thin and delicate. And her skin is so pale, and her moist vagina was tiny and pink.

And I watched as Joanie reached her hand free hand toward my erection. She seemed nervous and awkward, and she just held her hand there, open and waiting. It was obvious she was unsure of what to do. I got up tall on my knees and pushed my hard penis toward her, and gently let it touch her hand. She immediately wrapped her fingers around my firm shaft.

I gasped, "Oh God, Joanie..."

I let her hold my erection, and the feel of her tiny hand was unimaginably wonderful. She was sucking her thumb with one hand, and gently squeezing my penis with the other. Then my little sister tightened her grip on my erection, and urgently pulled me towards her, and I let her control me. 

I was kneeling, between her legs and she positioned me carefully, so I was centered directly between her legs, and she had her feet on each side of me.

And then, she eagerly maneuvered my hard penis toward her tiny vagina.

I was focused on every little motion my sister was making. She was so enthusiastic, with my throbbing erection in her hand just a few inches from her vagina - and I listened to the sound as she sucked her thumb.

My little sister was lying on her back with her legs spread wide, and she looked so tiny and so delicate, and my erection just seemed huge in her small hand.

Then, it happened - Joanie gently pulled the head of my hard penis against the pink lips of her moist vagina. I pushed, just a little bit, and Joanie obviously felt it because her whole body shuddered.

I asked, "Is this okay?"

She nodded her head with urgent approval.

I whispered, "Joanie, I love you."

With that, I pushed a little bit from my hips, and the smooth head of my penis seemed to delicately nestle itself into the sopping open folds of my sister's pink vaginal lips.

I allowed Joanie to slowly pull my erection toward her. I watched as the dark purple head of my penis slipped inside, just a tiny bit, between the moist folds of her little pink lips.

I watched Joanie yielding to the sensations, until she looked up at me, and smiled with her eyes. And then - with her thumb in her mouth, and she looked up at me, she was pleading with those big adorable eyes.

And then, I pushed - just a little bit and let my hard penis to inch its way deeper. Joanie just seemed to melt. I could feel the big head slowly enter, and it felt different than I imagined, it felt easier - and so much more slippery.

Except for the soft sucking noise, both of us were silent, we were riveted by the sensations. Everything felt so smooth and beautiful.

Oh God - It was magical. The way Joanie was lying, with her legs wide - I could look down and watch as my penis slid its way in - further and deeper. My sister gently arched her hips upward, towards me, the pose helped, and the feeling was smooth and beautiful. I held onto her hips with both hands. 




Joanie Still Sucks Her Thumb



I tried to be as cautious and tender as I could, helping Joanie as we cautiously slid my erection further up into her. The sensations were so deep, smooth and wet - I was in such a dream state, the staggering feelings within me - between us - were something mind-blowing in a way I had never felt before.

I was watching Joanie, the way she was lying in below me, and - right then - I was so captivated by her tiny breasts, the smooth pale color of her skin - and her delicate little nipples where SO hard. She was watching me, and she could tell I was focused on her breasts.

She kept her thumb in her mouth and gasped loudly. She was looking up at me with her big blue eyes. Then, I felt Joanie squirm a little, and I pushed myself deeper, until I was all the way inside her. 

Joanie was whimpering audibly, but she never took her thumb out of her mouth.

I told her, "Oh God Joanie, I didn't believe it would all fit..."

I could watch the look on her face as she sucked her thumb. Right then, she made a sort of serious expression, like she was pleading.

I whispered, "Joanie - Oh fuck..."

My hands cradled her smooth hips, holding her as I gained speed with each rhythmic thrust.

I arched over to look down and I watched as my long erection would glide in and out of her, over and over, it was wetter than I expected. It felt velvety and slippery, and Joanie's vagina just seemed to swallow me with each pumping motion. Oh God, it was delicious. 

Then, I gentility moved my hips toward her, and it felt like I was pushing even deeper into Joanie's tight vagina.

Watching Joanie, I was enthralled by the way her tiny breasts would bounce with each thrust from my hips. She knew I was looking at her breasts, and - my looking at her - just made her even more exhilarated, and she began whining like a baby.

Her little nipples where SO hard, and I was hypnotized watching them jiggle. 

I tried to speak as I was pumping in and out of her tight vagina. I said, "Joanie - your perfect little breasts - are so - beautiful."

Hearing my voice was like some electrical switch was thrown, and my little sister was suddenly on fire with emotion. 

She was suddenly furious with motion, pumping upward into my hips.

My talking, my worship of her breasts was igniting some wild fire in my little sister. Her motions got more intense and luscious. She was rhythmically pumping her hips upwards, against me, over and over, against my penis. It made a wet slapping noise. And her beautiful little breasts bounced with each motion.

Even though my penis was pumping inside her, I knew I couldn't cum, I just couldn't. I had to hold back, but my emotions were spiraling out of control.

Right then, I had to think about something else. All I could do was concentrate on helping my little sister climax.

I watched - I looked down at my beautiful sister, and watched her breasts jiggle as she writhed on my bed. 

I leaned in and put my lips against my sister's mouth, and I licked her lips as she sucked her own thumb.

I put both my hands on the bed, and supported myself and I kissed down her chin, to her neck - all the while I was trying to keep the same steady rhythm as I pumped in and out of her.

Then, I kissed her little breast, and she responded instantly with a full body shiver. And then put my lips around her hard nipple.

She sort of squealed as I sucked her nipple, and I could tell Joanie was going to cum soon, I felt everything building, and I tried to thrust upward to match her frantic rhythm.

The firm plump shape of her pointy nipple in my mouth was unimaginably delicious.

Joanie began to whimper even louder, at the same time she was sucking her thumb. The sound was utterly adorable. It was obvious that sucking her nipples created sensations that pushed her farther, I knew she was quickly approaching climax.

Suddenly - Joanie seemed to tremble, I watched her as she quivered - her whole body trembled - and I tried to keep sucking her tiny nipples as she gasped and panted.

I kissed and sucked, I whimpered, "Oh Fuck - I love your - your tiny beasts - I love you..."

With that, she positively erupted with ecstasy. My beautiful little sister absolutely exploded, she climaxed - and it just released a flood of sensations - and without understanding what was happening, I pumped my hips as hard as I could. 

She took her thumb out of her mouth and cried out, "Oh Danny - Oh FUCK!"

And this beautiful trembling just went on and on and on. It was incredible how long it lasted, the waves of shivering passion.

There was just a brief moment when Joanie tried to regain her breath after such a staggering orgasm. I wanted to say something - to thank her - to praise her.

But - before I could speak, I pulled my erection was out of her. I was SO close to cumming, and I was relieved that it didn't happen while I was inside her. She was squirming on the bed, and she franticly got up on her knees and looked at me.

I was on my knees too, and Joanie was right in front of me and breathing deeply. 

She gasped, "Oh God - Danny - I love you - SO much."

Then she began sucking her thumb with a desperate abandonment. We intensely stared at each other for a brief moment.

I said, "I love you too."

She took her thumb out of her mouth long enough to say, "Lay down for me, please."

And I obeyed; she guided me until I was lying back on the pillows up against the head-board. My penis was pointed straight up at the ceiling as I lie on my back.

Joanie was kneeling in front of me, still sucking her thumb. She was staring at my erection, all glistening and moist from her, from the wetness of her vagina.

She pulled her little thumb out of her mouth and she quietly pleaded, "Danny, I need to make you - have an orgasm - like I did."

Before I knew what was happening, her lips were wrapped around my wet erection. 

I instantly gasped, "Oh God - Joanie!"

She was sucking the head of my penis with the same adorable rhythm that she was when she sucked her thumb. The sensation was mind-blowing. But more than that, there was something so completely satisfying knowing that she could taste her own wetness, her own vagina, on my penis. 

"Oh God - Joanie - Oh fuck."

She didn't move her head at all, she simply held herself still as she sucked. I could feel her pink wet tongue against the head of my penis. She and I both knew I would cum any second.

I sat up and watched Joanie as she gently sucked the head of my penis, I was mesmerized by the image of my beautiful little sister doing something so adorable. I leaned forward to get a better look at her. I watched, and it sublimely exhilarating - I was overwhelmed with how delicious she looked.

Her lips were all moist and glistening, from the wetness of her own vagina. There was something so haunting about her plump little lips as they sparkled in the pale light of my bedside lamp. Oh god, my little sister was unimaginably lovely.

The way she was leaning over me, on all fours, her little breast were hanging down, and I reached under her, and cupped her smooth breasts with each hand, and I could feel her hard nipples in my palms.

I said, "Joanie, this is so beautiful..."

And somehow, playing with my little sister's beautiful breasts made everything so much more intense. And she sucked harder and faster. And then I started whimpering and the sensations were multiplying, and I squeezed her tiny breast firmly in my hands.

I whimpered, "Oh God - Oh Fuck - Joanie - Joanie..."

It was so obvious I was about to cum, and she knew it, she looked up at me with her big blue eyes. She looked at me with such devotion.

I began to repeat, "I love you - I love you - I love you..."

Without realizing what was happening, Joanie reached her arm up to my face desperately pushed her wet thumb into my mouth. Almost instantly, I was sucking hard and it felt beautiful, I was amazed at how emotional this was, the feeling of her little thumb in my mouth as she sucked the head of my erection.

Everything was building as both of us sucked faster, and louder.

I could tell we were both sucking at a feverish speed, and it seemed we achieved the exact same rhythm. 

I was sucking Joanie's thumb with a frenzied passion, deeper and stronger. I could FEEL it - building in me. 

The electric feeling of her little tongue on the head of my erection was multiplying.

Then, my hips began to shudder and I cried out, "Joanie!"

And then - Oh God - I could feel my penis throbbing - it was pumping, and I could feel myself cumming. I squeezed her breasts hard and we both shivered from the overpowering sensations. I watched Joanie sucking, and the throbbing was overwhelming - Oh God - it was glorious.

Somehow - after a moment - my little sister looked up at me, and then she took my wet purple penis out of her mouth, I was still breathing deep and fast from the orgasm as and she began to crawl up on top of me.

My little sister paused above me on all fours, looking down at me.

She quietly said, "Danny, thank you - I feel so wonderful right now - thank you so much."

Joanie climbed on me and hugged me with such a desperate devotion. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged as tight as I could.

We were squeezing each other so tight, and both of us were coated in layer of sweat, and somehow, it allowed us to hug even tighter. It was like we had become one perfect melding of passion. And overwhelming emotion of love just seemed to embrace us. Oh God, it was delicious.

My little sister moved her head, and I could feel her lips next to my ear.

She whispered, "Danny - I love you..."

I replied, "Oh God, Joanie, I love you too."

We seemed to melt into each other. We lay there, our arms and legs wrapped around each other in a lover's embrace.



Joanie Takes Control Pt. 01



My wife and I of nearly 10 years divorced in 2005. The kids and she lived in the house and I moved in with my Aunt and Uncle in the next town over. I was very heart broken about the divorce and how it all went down, but the day I signed the papers to end the marriage it felt like the weight of the world was off my shoulders. It really took the divorce to make me see how unhappy I was being married to my ex. I got a cell phone (I swore I'd never get one, but when you no longer have a house to live in, you need a way for people to reach you, I guess) and started an online dating profile. Here I was: 37 and free to date for the first time in over a decade. It felt weird to set up a profile since the last time I dated, those sorts of things didn't exist. But, I hadn't been laid in over a year and I figured speed was important. I had one month until I had to fly back to Louisiana and then back to the oil rig for work, so the clock was ticking. I felt my chances of at least finding a fuck-buddy were good, maybe something long term as well. One truism about divorce is that both parties are going to lose weight. I went from 200 to 185 pounds over the 6 month process of ending my marriage. Being 6 foot 1 and now only weighing 185 made me look rather skinny, I thought. I'd hoped anyone I was going to meet wouldn't mind a skinny guy. 

I spent my days helping my Uncle with his back yard. He had a sizeable property and wanted to build a dog run for his Labs and since I was living with him for free, he was going to get something out of the deal. The area he wanted clear was a mass of brush, sticker bushes, and small trees. It was going to take weeks to get it clear, but I needed something to occupy my time and a little hard work never killed anyone.

On my first weekend of freedom from my ex, I met a lady named Joan for dinner. We'd met online and she seemed nice enough. When I got to the restaurant, I found her easy enough since she'd used a recent picture of herself on her online profile. The thing that I was about to learn that is very common on online profiles is that clever editing is usually at work on the pictures in everyone's profile. In this case, Joan's photos showed she had a very lovely face, but hid the fact that she was kind of heavy. Not fat, certainly not obese, but certainly heavy. She stood when I approached her. She was about 5 foot 5 and a good 160 pounds. Again, not fat, but she was big for sure. She had bright blue eyes and bleached blond hair. As I approached her, she said hello and then stepped in and hugged me. I was kind of surprised, but I hugged her back. We were at a Mexican place and it was very crowded. I suggested that we get our drinks and go sit on the outside patio where we could actually hear each other talking.

We spent the next three hours talking, laughing, and getting to know one another. Joan had just turned 31, had never been married, had been engaged a few times, and no kids. She worked at the local COSTCO, and hated it. "People are such assholes," she said. We had a good three margaritas each and at about 11pm, we said good night. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to see each other the following evening.

The next morning, I was out in the back clearing brush when my phone rang. It was Joan. She wanted to know if I'd like to go see a movie tonight. There was a double feature at a drive-in theater that might be fun. I accepted and told her I'd drive and call her before I left so she could give me direction.

As I pulled in front of her apartment complex a few hours later, she was standing out front. She got into my car and after she closed the door, she turned toward me and I leaned in and kissed her lips. She reached up with her right hand and grabbed my head lightly, pulling me toward her as her lips parted for mine. We kissed for several seconds and I could feel my cock stirring in my jeans. We broke off the kiss and headed for the drive-in. I'd brought a few beers for us to share and really don't remember actually watching much of the movies. We spent the entire time talking and making out and sipping beers. More than once, we'd step outside the car and share a cigarette. I'd quit years ago, but had picked it up during the divorce. Joan told me that she'd been smoking for years and really didn't feel like quitting any time soon. 

After the movie was over, I drove Joan home. We sat in the car park and made out a little more. At one point, she reached down and felt my hardness through my jeans. She pulled away from my kiss and said "Wow! Someone's excited!"

I felt my face redden, as always happens when I'm embarrassed, and said "Sorry. I've not been laid in a looooong time. I can't help it."

"It's ok, sweetie," she said. "I understand. I'm kind of flattered, too. But, you're just going to have to wait. I'm not that kind of girl." She leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Well, good night. I have to go. Call me later, will you?" and she opened the car door and got out.

"Sure. I'll call you tomorrow." I said. 

She leaned in again and said "Call before that!" and then closed the car door.

I watched her enter her building and she turned and waved to me as she opened her door. I pulled out and waited about 5 minutes before I called her.

"Took you long enough," she said as she answered the phone.

"Sorry, it was hard to get my phone out of my jeans pocket," I said.

"I'll bet," she said. "So, you've not had sex in over a year?"

"Yes," I said. "It's been almost 18 months. My ex cut me off a long time before we actually decided to get divorced."

"That sucks, I'm sorry," she said. "So, what? You just beat it pretty often, huh?"

I laughed and said "It's either that or explode. "

"Even when you two were separated, you didn't fool around?" she asked.

"No," I said. "I still had hope that we'd get things worked out. But that didn't happen, so here I am."

She laughed again. "Well, I'll make a deal with you. You manage to get through until tomorrow without stroking yourself, and you can spend the night over here tomorrow. Sound good?"

"That's a deal!" I said, my cock straining against my jeans.

"Good," she said. "Now, don't you dare cheat because I'll know. I always will know, remember that."

"I promise to not pleasure myself," I said.

"Ever? Even when you're at work?" she teased.

"Well...I don't know about that. I'm gone for a month at a time. Not sure I can last that long."

"We'll see," she said. "Call me tomorrow. 'night." And she hung up.

I spent the following morning working in the back yard again, really not able to concentrate on what I was doing. I called Joan at lunch and she told me that she got off work at 3:30. I could meet her at her apartment at 4 if I wanted. If I wanted? Hell, I could crawl over there at this point.

The clock seemed to go very slowly all afternoon. Finally, 3:30 arrived and I left my Unlce's house. I stopped by the store and bought a bottle of wine, then picked up some Chinese food to go, and headed over to Joan's. 

When she answered her door, she stood aside and let me in. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, she was in sweat pants and a loose-fitting t-shirt. I kissed her as I passed and headed for the kitchen. 

"I brought wine and Chinese food, is that ok?" I asked.

"Sure!" she said as she entered the kitchen. She walked in close to me and peered into the bag of food. "What'd you get?"

"General Tso's, some broccoli beef, and egg rolls," I said. "Would you like some wine?" I asked holding the bottle in my hand. 

She leaned in and grabbed my cock through my shorts. "Dinner can wait. I want this now. Come on." And she turned and walked toward her bedroom. I followed in a trance, my cock hard as it's ever been.

She turned to me when we were in her room, kissed my lips softly, and said "Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen. " Then she backed away and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Yes, ma'am," I said and I quickly stripped. My cock was pointing high at the ceiling as she looked me over. 

"Turn around. Let me see your butt," she said, making a 'turnaround' motion with her finger.

I did as I was told and slowly turned around. When I was facing her again, she said "Very nice, babe! Nice ass!"

"Thank you, my dear," I said in my best formal accent and bowed deeply. 

"Lay down," she said. I quickly got up on the bed and waited. She removed her top and her sweats. She was naked underneath. She climbed on the bed and got on top of me, then rolled over toward her side. We kissed deeply and our hands explored each other's bodies. I reached down to feel her pussy and I noticed that she was nicely shaved.

"Oooo," I said. "You're all shaved down there."

"Yes, " she said as she kissed me again. "I'm hoping that you're going to spend some time down there."

With that cue in hand, I pushed her onto her back and headed south. 

I don't think I can say that my oral skills are legendary, or even excellent to be honest with you. My ex enjoyed when I went down on her and I was pretty sure that I could get her off that way, but she always kept her pussy very hairy. I hated it and asked many times to trim that bad-boy up so I could see what I was doing down there, but she refused. With Joan being nearly shaved (she had a small "landing strip" of very close cropped hair at the top of her pussy), I was able to get a better look at my work than I'd been able to do on my ex. So, I dove in with everything I had. Over the next several minutes, I licked, sucked, licked some more, used my fingers, spread her lips and licked as far into her pussy as I could, and then concentrated on licking her clit while I finger fucked her. She was incredibly wet and her pussy juices were very pleasant tasting. I was pretty sure I got her to cum within the first five minutes because her thighs clamped against my head quickly. I kept going. It happened twice more and I came up for air after my tongue got tired of licking. 

I kissed my way back up her body, licked her nipples a little while, then kissed her. She was still breathing heavily. 

"Good job, baby," she said. "My turn." And she lowered herself down and began stroking my cock. I normally will like to watch when receiving head, but she had her head on my stomach, so I couldn't see anything but the top of her head.

But I damn sure could feel what she was doing. She started lightly stroking my cock at the base. Then I felt her tongue swirl around the head while she continued to stroke me. Then she slowly slid my cock into her mouth and sucked it up and down while she stroked. I was in heaven. 

One thing about me, though, is that I can maybe count the number of times I've climaxed from oral sex on one hand. I don't know why. It feels really good and I love receiving head, but for some reason, I get close and then the feeling just fades away. I'm not sure why. I guess I just love the vag better than the mouth.

But Joan kept going. I could feel the orgasm building and I thought maybe, this time, I'd be able to climax for her. But, that feeling stopped as suddenly as it started.

I let her go a few more minutes and pulled her up to my face and kissed her. 

"Let me put a condom on, " I said as reached for my shorts. "Do you like to be on top? Do you like the bottom? Or behind?" I asked as I rolled the condom onto my cock.

"Top," she said and rolled onto me.

I was inside her in seconds and she quickly began pounding her hips into me. She was breathing heavily as she slammed herself onto me, harder and faster. I held on as long as I could but when she announced that she was cumming, I couldn't wait any longer and I shot my load into the condom. She quickly followed me and collapsed onto me. She was a lot bigger than my ex and it felt strange to have such a large woman laying on top of me, sweaty, heaving. She slowly rolled off me and I headed to the bathroom and flushed the very full condom down the toilet.

We got dressed, ate our dinner and drank our wine on her patio. We spent the evening talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. We went to bed later that night and made love twice along the way.

I woke up in the morning and got dressed. Joan rolled over in bed and asked where I was going. 

"I need to get back to my Uncle's and get some work in. Sorry to dart out so early, but I need to run."

"Thank God," she said. "I HATE morning sex." She threw a pillow at me and said "Call me later on, OK?" and she rolled over again.

I leaned in and kissed her and promised I'd call.

While I was eating lunch in my Uncle's kitchen and he's grilling me about Joan and where I was last night, I received a text message from Joan.

Joan: You didn't let me taste you last night.

I read it twice, then again, to make sure I had it right.

Me: Would you like to?

I put my phone down and went back to my Uncle trying to find out who I was banging now. My phone binged again.

Joan: Yes!!

I smiled and wrote:

Me: Well ok then. But I like your pussy better.

I put my phone down again and it immediately binged again.

Joan: Too bad. I want a taste.

I mulled over what to say when my phone binged again.

Joan: We'll have to compromise somehow.

Me: How?

Seconds later, she responded with:

Joan: You get close fucking me and then I suck you off. Deal?

My cock got instantly hard.

Me: Deal. See you tonight?

Joan: Tonight? Now! Get over here.

Me: On my way.

I got up, told my Uncle I'd see him later and headed for the door. When I got into my car, my phone binged again.

Joan: The door is open. Take off your clothes when you walk in.

The drive over to Joan's seemed to take forever. I realized as I was driving that I was still filthy dirty from my yard work and desperately needed a shower. I hoped she wouldn't mind.

When I got to her door, I knocked and then opened the door. As I entered, Joan was standing in the hallway. She was wearing the same sweats and t-shirt she had on the night before. 

I closed the door behind me and walked toward her and said "Hi there!"

She held up her hand and said "Stop! Strip! I told you to take off your clothes when you got here."

I smiled and said "Yes, ma'am" and took off my dirty clothes. 

She looked me over and said "that's better. You're a mess! What have you been doing all morning?"

"Working in the yard. I'm helping my uncle build a dog run in his back yard," I said. "I should have brought a change of clothes with me."

"Well," she said, smiling. "I have laundry that needs doing too, so put your things in with mine and meet me in the bedroom." She pointed toward a hamper full of clothes next to her washing machine and turned toward her room.

I quickly emptied my pockets and added her clothes to mine in the machine and got it started. Then I headed toward her room. 

When I got to the door, she was laying on the bed, naked, rubbing her pussy.

"Did you start the laundry?" she asked, slowly rubbing circles around her pussy.

"Yes, ma'am," I said as I walked toward her.

"Good boy," she said. "Now, come over here and lick my pussy. Get me ready for you."

I climbed on the bed and dove straight for her pussy. She moved her hand away and I went straight to work. I licked the length of her slit a few times and then flicked my tongue across her clit. Her legs were spread wide as I started, but then she brought her thighs together around my head and put her feet on my back. I continued to tease her pussy lips and clit as she gyrated her hips below me. I could feel her thrust her hips up as I passed over her clit, so I began to suck and lick there exclusively. I could hear her moaning even though her thighs were against my head. I must be doing something right, I thought. I then started to tongue fuck her for a few seconds, then back to licking her clit. Suddenly, she clamped down on my head with her thighs and wouldn't let go. I kept going and going, trying to get her off. I then felt her hand on the top of my head and her fingers grab my short hair. She continued to moan and move her hips. It was getting hard to breath, so I doubled my efforts and licked faster and harder. Finally, when I thought that maybe I would pass out, she came and released me. I licked softly as her orgasm subsided and finally kissed my way up to her face.

"Good boy," she said. "You're a good sex slave, you know that? I'm going to enjoy this."

I thought "This?" What does she mean by that?

I was about to say something, when she pushed me off her and got up on her hands and knees. "Get behind me," she said. "Let me know when you're going to cum. We made a deal."

"Yes, ma'am!" I said and got behind her. I aimed my cock at her pussy and was about to push in, when I said "Wait. I need a condom."

"No," she said. "It's ok. Fuck me bareback. I'm going to suck you off anyway."

I needed no more encouragement than that and thrust into her all the way. The feel of her large ass against my hips was wonderful. Slowly, I started to fuck her, holding onto her hips as I moved my cock in and out of her.

"God, you're so wet," I said. I picked up my pace and started to slam into her. The sound of my hips hitting her ass and the little ripples it was causing was starting to get to me.

"I'm getting close," I said.

"Yea?" she asked. "Are you going to cum in my mouth? Are you going to let me suck your cock as you cum?"

That was all it took. I pulled out of her and sat back. Joan quickly swung around and started to suck my cock like a woman possessed, her head bobbing up and down quickly.

"Oh, God," I said. "Here it comes!" The orgasm hit me and I felt my cock spasm as my load shot out of my cock and into her waiting mouth. She slowed down and just let my cum fill her mouth. When I'd finished, she came off my cock and looked up at me. Then she reached up, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me toward her. Her lips locked onto mine and I felt her tongue push my cum into my mouth. My eyes popped open in surprise and I tried in vain to pull away. She held onto my neck tightly, locking our mouths together as she continued to swirl her tongue into my mouth, filling my mouth. I had no choice, so I swallowed my load. Once I'd finished swallowing it all, she let me go. I looked at her in complete surprise, a small amount of cum dripped from my lower lip and onto my chin. Joan had a larger amount drip from her chin onto the bed spread.

Joan reached down and scooped up the cum from the bed, added it to the drop on my chin, then stuck her finger into my mouth.

"Lick it clean," she said. I was mesmerized and closed my mouth around her finger and drank the last drops of my cum.

She pulled her finger from my mouth, smiled at me, and said "Good boy. You look surprised! Did you like that?"

"I, um, I've never done that before," I said.

"Oh, I'm sure you've tasted your own cum before. All boys do at some point," she said, still smiling. "Did you like it? Did you like how it tasted? I love it. You taste really good."

I thought for a moment and said "Yea, I did like it." It wasn't gross, kind of salty. It seemed to coat my mouth so I could taste it even after I'd swallowed.

"Good, because I love doing that. It's called 'snowballing'. " Joan climbed off the bed and as she walked toward the bathroom, she looked over her shoulder and said "You'll get used to it," then closed the door behind her.

I laid down on the bed and could still taste the cum in my mouth. Strange. 

When she emerged, so looked at me and said "Ok. You need a shower. Why don't you get in and I'll see how the laundry is doing."

I got up and started for the shower when she stopped me. "Instead of that, why don't you check on the laundry. I need some water." She turned and headed for the kitchen and I went to check on the laundry.

She was leaning on the counter, drinking a glass of water when I walked into the kitchen. "Still got about 20 minutes until the washer is done," I said.




Joanie Takes Control Pt. 01



"Go take a shower then," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," I said and headed that way.

As I was showering, I heard "Knock, Knock!" and the door open. "How's it going?" Joan asked.

"Good. Just getting cleaned up."

"Let me ask you a few questions, OK?" she asked.

"Sure!" I said as I soaped up.

"Have you ever had anyone dominate you before?" Joan asked.

"Dominate? How?"

"Sexually dominate you, I mean. Have you ever had anyone do that to you before?" she asked.

"No, I don't think so," I said.

"Well, you'd know it if it happened, so I guess that's a 'No'. Would you like to be dominated? Does that sound interesting at all?" she asked.

I turned to rinse off the soap and shampoo and said "How does it work?"

"Well," she said, "You would do whatever I asked, when I asked you to do it. You'd be my sexual slave, servicing me when I want you to. You'd put my desires above yours. That sort of thing."

As I listened to her, I couldn't help but start to get hard again. The idea of being her fuck toy sounded like a pretty good deal to me!

"That sounds like it might be fun," I said as I turned off the water. 

"Oh, it will be. I think you'll enjoy it. I think you're a sub and you just haven't figured it out yet," she said.

I pulled the shower curtain open and said "Sub? What's that?" My mouth dropped open when I saw her. She was standing with her back against the door wearing a very small sheer black bra and the smallest thong underwear imaginable. The strings holding it all together were smaller than a string of spaghetti for sure. She didn't have huge tits, maybe a good C cup, but the bra she was wearing made them look huge. 

I stood there dripping, mouth agape, for a few seconds. She smiled, grabbed my towel and threw it to me.

"A sub is someone who is subservient and submissive to the dom, or dominant one. I think you have the potential to be an excellent sub for me. "

I started to dry off, my cock now at full attention.

"I think your cock would like to be my sub," she said with a giggle.

"What does this all entail? What do I have to do?" I asked as I stepped out of the shower and finished drying myself. 

"You'll do what I tell you, when I tell you. I'm not going to make you doing anything that will cause you intense pain, I promise. I will not hurt you on purpose. I won't publicly humiliate you or anything like that. This will be between us, mostly. I may show you off to my friends at some point, though. You'll be my slave, to treat however I wish, whenever I wish," she explained.

I rubbed the towel over my head to dry my hair. "That doesn't sound too bad, I guess. How do we do it, then?" I asked.

"Well, there are rules, of course. Would you like me to explain them to you?" 

"Yea, please," I said as I wrapped the towel around my waist.

"Good. Firstly, you will only address me as 'Mistress' from now on. You are not allowed to say my name again, ever. If you ever call me by my name again, our relationship will be terminated immediately and I will never speak to you again. Understand?" 

I looked at her for a long moment and said "Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy. You catch on quickly. I like that. Rule number two: You will always answer 'Yes' to any question I ask you. You will not answer 'No', ever. If you do, you will be punished. If, for some reason, I think that a 'No' answer is possible and permissible, I will say 'Answer yes or no' before I ask my question. That is the only time you are allowed to answer 'No'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Good. Rule Three: you are required to be naked at all times in this apartment. You are not permitted to wear clothes at any time here, unless I give you something that I want you to wear. When you enter my apartment, you are to disrobe at the door, fold your clothes neatly by the door and leave them there. Before you leave, you will dress in the doorway and then depart immediately. Even if there are other people here, you will still be required to be naked while inside this apartment. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

She looked at me for a long moment and then crossed her arms across her chest. "Well?" she said angrily.

I looked down and I still had the towel around my waist. "Oh!" I said and let the towel fall to the floor.

"Do you understand rule number three?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Good. Rule Four: You are not permitted to have pubic hair any longer. You will shave yourself every day. Front and back. Do you understand?"

"Front and back, Mistress?"

"Yes. Front and back. Have you ever done that before?" she asked.

I stopped just short before I said 'No', but I stopped myself and just looked at her.

She paused a second and said "Yes or no, have you ever shaved yourself before?"

"No, Mistress," I said.

"I will show you the first time, but from now on, the responsibility is yours. Every day when you shower, you are to shave yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. 

She moved me in front of the vanity and began to shave me. My cock was rock hard at this point and she was plainly enjoying herself. When she'd finished with my front she had me turn around and bend over.

"When you do this in the shower, you best bet is to put one leg up as high as you can, use one hand to spread your ass cheeks and then run the razor up the sides. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I could feel her applying the shave gel all over my ass crack. I felt her lean forward and whisper in my ear "Has anyone ever played with your ass before, slave?"

"No, Mistress," I said and before the last syllable exited my mouth, I felt a hard slap on my ass.

She screamed "What did I tell you about saying 'No' to me? You are not permitted to say 'No' to me! Do you understand?" and then she slapped my ass again, very hard. Hard enough to leave a hand print, I was certain.

"Yes, Mistress!" I said, almost pleading with her.

"That, my slave, was just a minor punishment for you to understand that I'm very serious. If this is too much for you, all you have to do is say my name and we're done. Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

She went back to spreading the gel around my ass, paying particular attention to my asshole. "A virgin slave, huh? This could be fun! " She continued to lightly toy with my ring, running slow, light circles around it with her finger. "Does that feel good?" she asked, her lips against my left ear. "Do you like that?"

"Yes, Mistress." I wasn't lying. It did feel very good. Involuntarily, my hips started to move as she played with my ass. I lowered my head to the sink and let the pleasure wash over me.

"I knew you would. You're going to love this, I promise." With that, she stood up and got behind me. "Spread your ass cheeks for me."

I reached back and spread my cheeks and could feel her running the razor over my skin. When she was done, she had me stand up, handed me the towel and told me to clean myself off. Then she turned and left the bathroom. I looked down at my still raging hard-on, now completely hair free. It looked odd to see no hair around my cock or on my balls. I reached back and felt my crack. No hair there, either. So far, so good, I though. This might be fun after all. 

I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She wasn't there, so I walked out into the living room. She was lounging on the sofa with her feet up on the coffee table. I walked over to the couch and was about to sit next to her when she stopped me.

"No! Rule number five: You are not permitted to sit on the furniture in this apartment unless I invite you first. You will sit on the floor or remain standing at all times. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said and sat on the floor next to the couch.

"Good. Go to the bedside. In the drawer is massage oil. Bring it here and massage my feet, slave."

"Yes, Mistress," I said and did as I was told. 

I sat on the floor facing her, her foot in my lap, and began her massage. I'd given my ex many foot massage, so I knew what I was doing.

"Very good, slave. By the way, do you like what I'm wearing? You never said anything about it. You just stood there with your mouth open, staring at me."

"Yes, Mistress. You're very beautiful," I said as I looked up at her. She was very pretty, to be sure. The sheer fabric of her bra and thong hid little. I could see clearly her small nipples and the folds of her pussy and the small amount of hair she had above them on her pussy. I couldn't help but think that she'd be even better looking if she lost some weight, but I kept that to myself.

"Do you like to see me in things like this? "

"Yes, Mistress. Very much," I said as I continued to rub her feet.

"What do you like about it?" she asked me.

"Well, Mistress. I like that I can see through it and the fact that it's very tiny."

"So, you like sheer things? Like stockings and things like that?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said and switched feet. My cock had sprung to attention again and she used her foot to toy with it as I rubbed and massaged. 

"Interesting. Things that you can see through. I like that too, slave. I like that too."

Not knowing what else to say, I said "Yes, Mistress," and turned my attention to her foot in my lap. I continued to massage and rub the oil on her feet, feeling the muscle fibers loosen as I did so. She continued to toy with my cock with her slicked up foot, curling her toes around my cock head and rubbing it lightly.

"Does it feel good when I use my feet to play with your cock?"

"Yes, Mistress, it does."

"Have you ever had someone rub their feet on your cock before? Have you ever cum on someone's feet before, slave?"

Knowing that I would be punished if I said 'No', I didn't say anything.

"Yes or no, slave: Have you ever cum on someone's feet before?"

"No, Mistress."

"If I ever allow you to cum on my feet, you will lick off every drop after you're done. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

The sound of the laundry finishing it's spin cycle brought me back to reality. I stopped rubbing her feet and said "Can I move the laundry to the dryer now, Mistress?"

"Yes, slave, you can. Then meet me in the bedroom."

I got up, moved the laundry over to the dryer and walked to the bedroom. She was standing by the bed when I entered.

"Lay on the bed across ways on your back," she commanded. "Put your head on this end" and she pointed next to where she was standing.

I quickly did as I was told.

"Move toward me so that your head is hanging off the bed," she told me. I complied.

She was standing above me and I was looking up at her. Her pussy was just above my head and she was looking down at me.

"I almost forgot Rule Number Six: You are not allowed to masturbate, ever. If you do, I will know that you have, and you will be severely punished. Punishment for masturbating is very bad and it makes that little love tap I gave you in the bathroom earlier pale in comparison. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good." She opened her bedside drawer and took something small and blue out. She held it in her hand above my head, showing me.

"Since you're new at this, slave, you need to learn how to control your orgasms until I tell you that it's ok to cum. In the meantime, you will wear this." She held the object so that I could see it. "This is a cock ring. Your cock goes through this big hole and your balls go through the little ones on the sides. This way, you stay hard for me to use as I like and your balls stay exposed for me."

Then she straddled my head and said "Lick my pussy while I put it on you." I didn't need to say anything and I quickly began to lick her through her thong. I reached up to move it aside and she slapped my hands away. "You may not use your hands, slave." 

She lowered herself slightly and I lifted my head to get at her. I could feel her putting the cock ring on me and sliding my balls into place. It was clearly too tight and began to cut the circulation off to my cock. But, I guess that's the point. 

I concentrated on her pussy. It was strange being inverted and licking her through her underwear, but I did my best. As I was getting going, she started to rub her pussy into my face. After a few minutes, she slid forward.

"Lick my ass, slave."

I did as I was told, sticking my tongue out as far as I could to get at her asshole. She did have a large ass, so it was difficult to get at her. After several seconds, I managed to work my way to her hole and licked long strokes up and down. Then I used the tip of my tongue to trace a circle around her hole.

"Yea, you're a good ass eater," I heard my Mistress say. "I'm going to enjoy this."

I kept at it as best I could. She kept moving her hips and sliding forward and back across my face, making me lick her from pussy to ass and back again. I hoped she was getting close because my neck was really starting to get tired. 

Thankfully, she soon came on my face and stopped moving. Then she got off my face and stepped back. 

"Turn over. On your stomach."

I didn't hesitate. 

"Turn around. Put your feet on this end."

I quickly turned around.

"Put your hands behind your back."

I did as I was told, dreading what I suspected was next. Sure enough, she placed handcuffs on my wrists.

"Now, slave. We will test your devotion to me. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I heard the drawer open, but not close. 

"Do you trust me, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I felt her get up on the bed and I turned my head to see her. She then placed a blindfold over my eyes.

"Are you mine to play with anyway I want?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I heard a sound that sounded like a top being opened. Then I felt a cold sensation on my ass attached to her fingers. 

"We need to get you ready for what's next. Now's where I start to have fun." She emphasized the 'I' very profoundly. 

She rubbed her lubricated fingers around my asshole, slowly massaging the lube into me. 

"That feels good, doesn't it? I can tell it does because of the way you're moving your hips."

I hadn't noticed that I was, but since she said it, I was. It felt wonderful. I moved my hips under her touch as she rubbed her fingers into my asshole. 

"Yea, you like that. Can I put my finger into your ass, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I breathed.

"Of course, I can. You're mine to do with as I'd like. I just wanted to hear you tell me I could." 

She kept slowly teasing me, then pulled her fingers from my butt. "Spread your legs as wide as you can."

I did as I was told. I heard the lube bottle open again and then I felt her return to rubbing my ass. This time, however, it wasn't her finger. Then, whatever it was began to vibrate. It made me jump when it started.

"This is a butt-plug, slave. Your butt-plug, to be exact. The best thing about it is that it's remote controlled. It vibrates when I turn it on. It will fit nicely into your ass and I'll be able to turn it on whenever I want, even from across the room. Does it feel good?"

"Yes, Mistress. It does." I wasn't lying. It felt incredible. The vibration of the butt-plug was sending shivers through my body. I involuntarily lifted my hips off the mattress as she teased me.

"After I put this in you, you are not permitted to remove it unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"

I panted "Yes, Mistress." I was incredibly turned on, gyrating my hips under the plug. 

"Good. " With that, she pushed the plug into me. I let out a soft "ooooooooh" as the vibration spread throughout my ass. I began to moan as I got used to the sensation of having something in my ass for the first time. My cock was rock hard, still straining against the cock ring below me. It was painfully swollen.

"Do you like that, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Turn over, slave."

I did as I was told. It took me a few seconds to get comfortable with my hands still cuffed behind my back. She took my cock in her hand and slowly stroked it with her lubed hand "Do you like being my slave?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Being a slave isn't so bad. You'll get used to it. You'll learn to like serving me and doing my bidding, won't you, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She released my cock and then straddled my hips, my cock still against my abdomen. Then she leaned forward with her hands on either side of my head and began to rub her pussy over my hard cock. 

"Can you feel that? Can you feel how wet I am as I slide my pussy up and down your cock?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. 

"Don't lie. I know you can't feel it. That's ok. You're not supposed to feel anything. I don't want you to cum until I'm ready for you to cum." Then she reached under her, moved her thong aside and slid my cock into her waiting pussy.

"Yesssss," she hissed. "You're so hard, slave. Just the way I like you."

Then she sat up and began to grind her clit onto me. The plug was still vibrating away in my ass as she continued to grind on me. It was like nothing I've ever felt in my life. 

"Can you feel the plug vibrating, slave? Can you feel it in your ass?"

"Yes, Mistress," I panted. God, this was just the hottest thing ever! I was bound, blindfolded, had a vibrator in my ass, and my Mistress was fucking my brains out.

She leaned forward again. She began to pound her hips into mine like she'd done the night before.

"That's it. Yea, like that," she panted. "I'm going to cum! Make me cum, slave!"

I really could do nothing but lay there as her orgasm hit her. Her breathing because raspy and she slowed her pace down. Slowly, she stopped altogether and sat back up again. "That's a good boy. That was what I needed." 

She got off me and left the bedroom. I could hear her enter the room, but then nothing. For several moments, I laid there in complete silence but I could feel her looking at me. 

"You've had a good first day, slave. But we're not done yet." She removed the blindfold and I could see her standing above me. She moved over to the nightstand. She reached into the drawer again and pulled something black out. She held it above me so I could see it. She was holding a harness in her hand with what looked like a big, black dildo attached to it. 

"Yes or no, do you know what this is?"

"No, Mistress."

"This, slave, is how I'm going to fuck you. It's a strap on vibrator. It's long, 8 inches to be exact, but it's not very big around. It vibrates at three speeds. And the best part is this:" She moved the harness around so I could see the inside. There was a short section of the vibrator, about three inches long. "This little part goes inside me and vibrates for me. So, even if you don't like being fucked, I'm still going to enjoy it. Isn't that cool?"

My eyes were wide open. What the hell did I get myself into?

She slapped my cock with her left hand. "I said 'Isn't that cool?"

I jumped from the spanking. "Yes, Mistress."

"Now, you're still new at this so, I can't expect you to be ready for this today. Maybe tomorrow, but not today. You have to earn this. Maybe, if you please me tomorrow, I'll allow you to have this. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She reached over, took the plug remote in her hand and turned it off. The vibration stopped and I could only now feel the fullness of the plug in my ass. 

"You look disappointed, slave. Do you want me to turn the vibrator back on?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, maybe in a little while. For now, you have some work to do here. Turn over."

I did as I was told I felt her remove the handcuffs.

"Stand up," she commanded. I complied.

She reached down and removed the cock ring. Thank God, I thought. It was really starting to hurt. The blood flowed quickly back to my swollen member. I rubbed my wrists where the cuffs were to get the blood flowing there.





Joanie Takes Control Pt. 01



"First, you will pour me a glass of wine and put it on the coffee table by the couch. Then, you will clean the bathroom since you took a shower in there today. Slaves are dirty. You must scrub your filth off my beautiful shower. The cleaning supplies are under the sink." 

"Yes, Mistress"

"When you've finished, you may join my by the couch."

"Yes, Mistress."

She turned for the door and I followed. She sat down on the couch and put her feet on the coffee table while I got her wine. When I'd placed the glass on the table, she said "Go to the bedroom and bring me your vibrator remote. I want to see what the range is on it while you clean. And bring me my robe. I feel naked." She smiled as she said that last bit, teasing me in my nakedness.

"Yes, Mistress," I said as I headed for the bedroom. Walking with the plug in my ass was something that would take a little to get used to, I'm sure. 

"When you've finished, come back here. You're not done with my feet yet."

"Yes, Mistress." 

I gave Mistress the remote and her robe, and then set to work on the shower. At random intervals, the vibrator would start and cause me to jump. This was always followed by "Did you feel that, slave?" I would respond that I had and get back to work. My cock was now flaccid, but the second that the vibrator would start again, it would spring to attention. Over the course of the next thirty minutes that it took to clean the bathroom, she caused my cock to get hard at least 20 times. Sometimes I could hear her laughing as she was doing it. Turning it on and off in quick succession, teasing me. I was glad that she was enjoying this. Honestly, I was too. 

When I finished my work, I cleaned my hands and walked back to the couch and sat down at Mistress' feet. 

"In the top drawer in my vanity, there is a pedicure kit. Got get it. You need to learn how to give me a pedicure."

"Yes, Mistress," I said and returned with the kit.

I sat at her feet on the floor and, under her instruction, learned to give my Mistress a pedicure. After I'd finished shaping her toenails, she had me paint them a bright pink color. Then she had me blow on her toenails to dry the polish.

"Do you like that color, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'm glad you like pink. It's my favorite color. Is it your favorite color, slave?"

'It is now, ' I thought but said "Yes, Mistress" instead.

"We have so much in common, you and I. We make a good pair." 

I continued to blow on her feet until the polish was completely dry. "Very good, slave. Now, go get me the lube out of the nightstand."

"Yes, Mistress." I handed it to her when I'd returned and knelt before her again.

She leaned forward, took my chin in her hand and kissed me deeply. Our tongues flicking one another as I reached up and touched her arms, my cock suddenly at full attention. She pulled away.

"Put some lube on the arches of my feet, slave," she told me as she took a sip of wine. I did as I was told. "Spread it around for me." I complied, hoping I knew what was coming.

She held her feet together off the floor. "You may fuck my feet, slave."

"Yes, Mistress," I said and I moved up to her. I took her feet in my hands and held them still as I slid my cock in between them. As I started to thrust my hips, she turned on the vibrator again. Oh, God. Then she opened her robe and started to massage her tits.

"Does that feel good, slave?"

Fuck, did it ever! "Yes, Mistress."

I kept sliding my cock between her feet and she uncupped one of her tits and licked her nipple. She looked up at me and said "Are you going to cum for me, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Not yet, slave. Not until I tell you to."

I slowed my thrusts down to prolong it. I was close and I certainly did not want to disappoint her.

She spread her legs, but kept her feet together. Then she slowly began to rub her pussy through her thong. Low moans escaped her lips as she watched my cock slide between her feet. She bit her lower lip. 

"That's it slave. You can cum now. Cum on my feet." Then she pulled her feet from my hands and pointed her toes at my balls. I took my cock in my hand and stroked quickly. The feeling of the vibrator in my ass and the fact that I've been off and on hard all day combined to make an orgasm so great, my head got light as I shot my load onto her feet. My body began to spasm from the release as my orgasm subsided and I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me. 

"Wow! That was a lot!"

I looked down. Her feet were covered in my cum and it began to drip onto the carpet.

"Lick it off, slave. Clean up your mess."

I leaned in and licked my cum off her feet, swallowing as I went. Once her feet were cleaned, she looked at the floor. "Clean the floor, too. Don't waste it, slave." I did as I was told and licked my cum off the floor. My God, what have I become?

Mistress looked me over and said "There are still drops of cum on your cock. Use your finger to clean that off, too." I wiped my finger along the underside of my cock and then licked my fingers clean. 

"Good boy. " She turned off the vibrator as I sat back down on the floor. 

Just then, the dryer finished its cycle. "Good timing!" Mistress said. "Stand up and turn around, your back to me." I did as I was told. "Bend over and touch your toes," she commanded. When I did, she reached up and pulled the butt plug out of me. Not very gently, either.

She slapped my ass hard and said "You may collect your clothes and leave now. I'm done with you for today. I have to work until 4 tomorrow and I expect you waiting at my door when I get here. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said and did as I was told.

Later that night, I was laying in my bed at my Uncles. My mind went through the events of the day in vivid detail. How the hell did she get such control over me? How did I allow it to happen? I practically volunteered for it. She shaved me. She made me clean her bathroom. She used me like a plastic fuck toy. She made me drink my own cum. What the hell is going on?

Just then, my phone binged.

Mistress: Did you notice that I changed my name in your contacts on your phone?

Me: Yes Mistress.

Mistress: Do you miss not having your plug in?

Me: Yes Mistress.

Mistress: Are you hard?

Me: Yes Mistress. 

Mistress: Good. That's the way I like my slave.

Me: yes Mistress

Mistress: you will sleep here tomorrow, slave.

Me: Yes Mistress.

Mistress: Tomorrow will be fun for us both, I promise.

Me: Yes Mistress

Mistress: Do you enjoy being my slave?

Me: Yes Mistress

Mistress: What was your favorite part of today?

I thought for a moment.

Me: Pleasing you

Mistress: Good answer, slave. You're learning.

Me: Yes Mistress

Mistress: Did you enjoy using my feet today?

Me: yes Mistress

Mistress: Did you like licking your cum off my feet when you finished?

Me: Yes Mistress

Mistress: There will be more tomorrow

A feeling of dread came over me. What had I gotten myself into?

Mistress: Are you looking forward to tomorrow?

Me: Yes Mistress

Mistress: Good night, slave

Me: Good night, Mistress.

The next morning, I went to work with my Uncle clearing more brush. At first, I was uncomfortable with the plug in my ass. But after a short while, I didn't even notice it was there. We worked all morning and into the afternoon and got nearly all of the brush cleared. I took a shower, shaved, and got cleaned up. At 4:00, I was waiting outside Mistress' door. I had a feeling that she would make me wait a while, so I stopped on the way over, bought a bottle of wine for Mistress, and a newspaper for me to read while I waited.

Mistress arrived at 5:30 carrying a pizza box. I folded up my paper and stood as she approached. When I saw that she was carrying a box, I ran to her and carried it for her. 

"Hello, Mistress. How was work?" I asked.

"Ugh. The same shit. I brought us pizza for dinner."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Mistress unlocked the door and we stepped in. I placed the pizza box on the floor, kicked off my flip-flops and removed my shirt. I folded it neatly and placed it on top of my flips. I removed my shorts, folded them, and placed them on top of my shirt. I didn't wear underwear because I figured I'd be naked anyway. My butt plug was waiting for me so I put a small dollop of lube on it and inserted it into my asshole. I picked up the box and headed for the kitchen. Mistress was on the couch looking at me.

"Good boy," she said. 

I smiled. "Should I start the pizza, Mistress?"

"Yes," she said. "And pour me a glass of wine."

I turned on the oven and poured her wine, then sat on the floor in front of her. "Would you like me to rub your feet, Mistress?"

She took a sip of wine, then looked at me. "Are you developing a foot fetish, slave?"

"I just thought that you might like a foot rub, is all, Mistress."

"What I would like, slave, is a bath. Go draw me a bath. Don't make it too hot or you will be punished."

"Yes, Mistress," I said and made my way to the bathroom.

"But first, your plug is on the night stand. Put it in and bring me the remote."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. 

As I filled the tub, I wondered what 'too hot' meant. I guess I was about to find out. I found some bath beads in the vanity, so I added some of those. The water eventually became foamy and smelled of lavender. Once the bath was full, I laid out a towel for Mistress and came back to the living room.

"Your bath is ready, Mistress. Would you like more wine?"

She stood up, drained her glass, and walked toward the bathroom. She held out her glass for me as she passed by.

I filled her glass and brought it to her in the bathroom. She was just climbing in and getting settled. I laid the wine glass down on the floor, collected her dirty clothes and put them away, then I returned to the bathroom and sat down on the floor. Mistress closed her eyes and laid back.

"What did you do all day, slave?"

"I just helped my uncle in the back yard, Mistress. We're almost finished."

"Did you miss having your butt plug in while you were gone, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you like having it in your ass?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Are you getting used to it now? "

"Yes, Mistress."

"Bring me my purse. I have something for you."

I went and retrieved it from the kitchen, placed it next to the tub, and sat back down on the floor.

Mistress still had her eyes shut, sipping her wine.

"Open my purse, slave. Your present is on top."

I opened her purse and looked inside. There was a pink thong laying on top. I took it out and held it up for her to see.

"Is this it, Mistress?"

She opened her eyes, looked at the thong, and then closed them again.

"Yes, slave. That's for you. Do you like it?"

I looked at the thong. It was light pink, very small, and sheer enough to see through.

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you."

"You said pink was your favorite color. Put it on."

"Yes, Mistress," I said and stood up and put the thong on. I was already hard and the small triangle of material did little to hide my cock.

Mistress opened her eyes and looked at me. "Well, don't you look pretty! Turn around. Model it for me."

I did as I was told and slowly turned around. I felt ridiculous.

"Very nice,"she said. "You have a great ass and that will definitely draw attention to it. "

"I'm glad it pleases you, Mistress."

Mistress put her glass down, stood up and said "Get my towel. Dry me off," and she stepped out of the tub. I used the towel to dry her from head to toe. When I was done, I stepped back. 

"Now, go clean the kitchen while the pizza is cooking."

"Yes, Mistress." I turned and did as I was told. The pizza took 20 minutes to bake, so I had to hurry in order to finish in time. I scrubbed the counters and the sink. I emptied the dishwasher and put what little dirty dishes that were in the sink in the washer. As I was on my knees scrubbing the floor, I felt the butt-plug start to vibrate. I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Oh, did that surprise you, slave?"

I had my back to the kitchen door, so I didn't see her come in. I stood up and turned around and said "Yes, Mistress." Mistress was leaning against the door with the remote in her hand. She was wearing a red corset that pushed her tits up high, black thigh-high stockings, and high heels. My attention was drawn to her waist, however, because she had her strap-on in place. It was pointing straight at me. I couldn't turn my eyes away as the vibrator continued to buzz inside me.

"I didn't mean to sneak up on you, but I'm glad I did. The look on your face is priceless!"

I snapped back to reality as she clicked the vibrator off.

"Pour me another glass of wine, slave. Then you may finish the floor."

I did as I was told and quickly finished scrubbing the floor. Mistress would randomly switch the vibrator on as she sipped her wine as I pulled the pizza from the oven. I nearly dropped it twice. I cut Mistress a slice and brought it to her, then sat at her feet.

"Would you like some, slave," she asked me in between bites.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, suddenly very hungry.

Mistress finished most of the piece and gave me the crust. I took a bite and she asked me to get her another slice. I gave her the slice and sat back down, eating my crust.

Again, she'd finish most of the pizza, and then give me the crust to eat. When she'd finished, she stood up and walked over to the couch. I watched her as she passed, her large ass swaying with the straps of her harness down the sides. She sat on the couch and put her feet on the coffee table. I heard the TV turn on to a baseball game. I stood up and collected her plate and put it away. When I returned, I sat at her feet.

Mistress said "I've told you I was engaged a few times, right, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, one of the guys I was with was Hank. He was a big guy, beer drinking type, and you know what he loved more than anything, slave?"

I just looked up at her.

She turned her attention from the television and looked at me. "Hank loved nothing more than a blowjob while he watched the baseball game. "

"Yes, Mistress," I said, knowing what was coming next.

"I wonder what that was like for him. Having your cock sucked while the game was on? He could watch me or watch the game. I wonder what was more entertaining. Shall we find out, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress, " I said and I moved around in between her legs. She spread her legs for me, reached down and grabbed hold of her cock. I became instantly hard, I was so suddenly turned on. Just the thought of being under her control and being made to do things that I wouldn't have ever done without her was such a turn on for me. 

"It's a pretty cock, isn't it, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"It's not pink, I know, but I thought black was a nice contrast to my skin. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Your cock is hard, isn't it, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you want to suck my cock, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress. Please let me suck it."

"Good. Now, suck my cock, slave. Suck it good. Make me think that you love it."

I leaned in and kissed her cock. I took it in my hand and opened my mouth, letting the tip slide onto my tongue. Slowly, I took more and more of it in my mouth until I felt it hit the back of my throat, then I sucked hard and slowly drew back out. I looked up at Mistress. Her eyes were glued to mine, watching me. I smiled and continued. I slowly bobbed my head up and down on her cock. I'd gotten plenty of blowjobs in my life and I knew what I liked, so I did what I thought was good. I began to stroke her base as I continued to suck hard. I felt her reach into her harness and turn on the vibrator. The vibration of her cock in my mouth made my teeth tingle. Knowing that Mistress was watching me intently made me hot, my cock straining against the tiny thong I was wearing. I scooted in toward her, raised myself up, and let a long drop of spit drip onto her cock. Then I leaned forward and kissed the top of her breasts, running my tongue along the top of her corset. Slowly, I kissed my way down to her cock again and started sucking.

"You like sucking my cock, don't you slave?"

I pulled off her cock and licked the underside of it from bottom to top. "Yes, Mistress." I really was starting to enjoy myself. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I was doing this, or if it was because I knew Mistress was enjoying it, or if it was because it was just the most depraved thing I'd ever done. But I didn't care at this point. 

"I knew you would. I knew it the moment that I saw you. I knew you'd like sucking a hard cock, but I'd bet you didn't know that you would at the time. I wonder if you'd ever be willing to suck a real one? Do you think you could suck a real cock, slave, if your Mistress told you to? Would you do that for me, slave? Would you suck a real cock while I watched?"

I didn't know what to say. Could I? Would I? Up until this point, I'd never thought about it. I'd never considered homosexuality as an option, but here I was, sucking a fake dick like it was a real one. I kept sucking her cock and hoped that she wouldn't notice that I hadn't answered. No such luck.

I felt her hand smack me on the top of the head. "I asked you a question, slave! Would you suck a real cock if I wanted you to?"

I pulled up off her cock, ran my tongue along the underside and timidly said "Yes, Mistress." Oh, God. What have I done?

"Ha! I knew it! But I don't think you're ready for that yet. Soon, but not yet. "

I kept on sucking her. I could tell that the vibrator was starting to work on her as her hips started to gyrate under me. 

"But I do think you're ready for something else, though. Are you ready, slave?"

In between sucking, I said "Yes, Misterss."

"Good. Go get the lube from the nightstand."

I got up and did as I was told. When I returned, she was standing in front of the couch. I held out the lube for her.

"Lean over the arm of the couch, your knees on the sofa." She pointed at the end of the sofa.

I did as I was told, my waist over the arm of the couch, my hands on the floor, and my ass high in the air.

Mistress got on the couch behind me and said "This is going to be fun, slave! Don't be scared. You'll learn to love it, I promise."

I was scared. God knows what this was going to be like. The butt-plug was only a few inches long and not that big around. What I was about to get fucked with was considerably larger. 

I could hear her spreading the lube on her cock, stroking it slowly, and I could feel her looking at my ass pointed straight in the air.

"Yea, that's a nice ass you've got there, slave. I'm going to love this. Are you ready for me now? Are you ready for me to slide my cock in your ass? I'm going to take your cherry now, slave. Are you ready?"

I humbly said "Yes, Mistress."

She reached under me and felt my still-hard cock. 

"I can tell. You're still hard. Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She continued to rub my cock through my thong as she taunted me. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, I can tell you that the girl probably didn't enjoy it very much. Maybe some do, but most don't. It's a power thing for men. Showing the woman who's in charge. That's why I'm going to fuck your ass now, slave. To show you who's in charge."

"Yes, Mistress." 

I felt her remove the plug from my ass, then move the string of the thong aside. 

"Here it comes, slave. Just relax and let me in."

I felt the head of her cock at my opening. She moved it around to smear the lube around. Then she pushed. I felt an instant of pain as she entered me, then just a feeling of fullness. Then I felt the vibrator doing it's magic. She slowly pushed into me, causing my jaw to drop open and my eyes squint shut. "Shit!" I said out loud without meaning to.




Joanie Takes Control Pt. 01



"Does that hurt, slave?"

My eyes were tightly shut and I just concentrated on letting my sphincter relax around her cock. "Yes, Mistress," I grunted.

"It won't for long, I promise. Just relax and let me fuck you. You'll learn to love this I promise. You'll be begging me for it before long."

Slowly she pushed in, held there, and then pulled out. Then she'd push in again a little more, stay there, and then pull out. Once I felt her hips hit my ass, I knew I'd taken it all. 

She patted my ass lightly. "Good boy. You did it. Just relax. Not it gets fun."

Then she started to move faster, fucking me a little harder each time. Soon, the pain had faded away and a wave a pleasure started to build inside me. He cock was vibrating as it passed my prostate each way, sending jolts of electricity through my body. I opened my eyes and lifted myself up a little.

"See, you're starting to like this, aren't you? I knew you would. You're just the type. You'll be begging me to fuck you harder any second now."

She was plowing into me pretty hard now. I wasn't sure if I could take much more, when she suddenly stopped and pulled out of me. Then she slapped me very hard on the ass.

"Get up. Get your ass in the bedroom, now."

I quickly moved into the bedroom and stood next to the bed. Mistress came in after me and pointed to the bed. 

"On your back. Your ass at the edge. Pull your knees up and hold them with your hands. I want to watch your face this time."

I did as I was told. I could see her between my legs. She was applying more lube to her cock, stroking it slowly, taunting me.

"You like this, don't you, slave? You like to get fucked, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You're moving along faster than I thought you would. I didn't think I could get you to take my cock this soon. You're a natural slave, did you know that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She moved into position and I let me legs go.

"Put your legs back up and hold them there."

I did as I was told and she slid into me with one motion. I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and moaned loudly. "God, yes."

Mistress leaned into me and kissed me. "I knew you'd like it like this."

She stood back up again and started to pound into me, her hips slapping into me.

"Do you like that, slave? Do you?" She was practically yelling now.

"Yes, Mistress."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! She kept her pace up for a few seconds, then eased up. Then I felt her hand around my cock, stroking it in time with her thrusts. I raised up to watch her. She was looking straight down, watching her cock slide into me.

I felt the orgasm coming too fast to stop. "I'm going to cum, Mistress! I can't hold it!"

"Cum for me, slave. Cum as I'm fucking you." She stroked my cock harder, aiming it at my face. 

The first pop of cum hit me in the face, squarely on the chin. The remainder of my load splashed onto my chest, covering my chest from sternum to navel, filling that up with cum to boot.

Mistress kept pumping and stroking, slowly letting me come down from my high. She stopped and pulled out of me.

"How was that, slave? Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, Mistress, " I breathed.

"I knew you would. You've made quite a mess of yourself. I need a drink of water. When I return, all of that cum had better be in your stomach." 

I used my fingers to scoop it all off of me and into my mouth. Then I licked them clean. Mistress returned and inspected my handy work. 

"Very good, slave. Very good."

That was the beginning of our relationship. I became very happy in servitude for the next two weeks until I had to fly back to work. But I knew I'd return in a month's time and we could pick up where we left off.



Joanie Takes Control Pt. 02



I'd become a woman's sex slave in the course of about three weeks. It started out innocently enough, I guess. We dated a few times, slept together, and all that. Then one day Joan asked me if I'd ever been dominated sexually. When I replied that I had not, she talked me into it. It wasn't really hard for her to talk me into it, to tell the truth. It sounded like it might be fun. It turned out to be a little more than I bargained for. 

There were rules in our relationship. Her needs and wants came before mine. I was required to only refer to her as "Mistress". The penalty for calling her by her name was an instant termination of our relationship. I was not allowed to wear clothes in her apartment. I was only allowed to answer in the affirmative to her questions. I was not permitted to have pubic hair. I was never allowed to masturbate. I was not permitted on the furniture in her apartment unless I was invited. And I had to wear anything that she told me to. When I was permitted to cum, I had to eat my load, even licking it off the floor if some dripped there. She enjoyed fucking my ass with her strap on dildo. I was her slave to do with as she pleased. 

After three weeks with her, I flew back to the oil rig for my month-long shift. I was working month on, month off. When I got to work, I unpacked and got organized. That afternoon, Mistress emailed me to say:

"NO MASTURBATING." 

Over the course of the next month on the rig, Mistress emailed me at least once a day to tease me. She would sometimes threaten to tell the other guys on the rig that I liked it in the ass.

Sometimes, she would send me a picture of her new strap-ons that she was going to use on me when I got home. Sometimes she would even go into graphic detail and explain what was in store for me.

One day, she sent me a picture of her and another woman. The email said:

Dear Slave,

This is my friend, Miranda. Isn't she pretty? She wants me to teach her how to dominate her husband and train him like I've trained you. She'll be spending some time with us when you get home so she can learn. You will call her "Mistress" like you do me. You will do whatever she tells you, when she tells you. Do you understand?

I wrote back "Yes, Mistress," and that was all. Miranda was kind of pretty. She was about the same height as Mistress, but much thinner. She had long dark hair and brown eyes. 

The next day, I received:

Dear Slave,

Miranda and I have been talking quite a lot about you! We have such plans! We can't wait to get started! I told her how you liked to wear that pink thong I bought you before you left and she convinced me to have you dress up more often. She's such a dear! I love her so much and I'm sure you will too. I'll pick out some nice things for you to wear when you get home!

A week later, this:

Dear Slave,

Miranda has started training her husband! She's been at it more than a week now, but she's not as far along as she'd hoped. I offered to have him come over when you get home so you can show him how to be a good slave-boy. You'd better not disappoint me and make me look bad!

The day before I flew home from the rig, Mistress emailed me. It read:

Dear Slave,

I will be picking up at the airport. Send me your flight information when you get it. I have many new things for you as a welcome home present! You will also be living with me full time from now on. No more living with your Uncle. You can visit him while I'm at work, but other than that, you'll be in the apartment. Do you understand? Miranda is so excited to see what a joy having a slave is like, she's going to come over when you get home. You'd better be on your best behavior!

I wrote back "Yes, Mistress." I flew home the next day.

Mistress was waiting for me at baggage claim when I arrived. She ran up to me and hugged me hard, kissing me on the lips. She smiled and said "God, I missed you, slave. It's not the same without you around! Did you miss me?"

There were easily fifty people within earshot who heard me say "Yes, Mistress, I did." I got a few quizzical looks for my trouble. 

She opened her purse and handed me a pair of white, silky panties in full view of the rest of the people at baggage claim. "Go put these on" she commanded.

I took them from her hand and headed off to the bathroom. Once inside, I went into a stall and did as I was told. 

When we got to the apartment, I took off my clothes when I entered the door, as per Mistress' rules.

"No, no! Keep your pretty panties on!" she commanded.

"Yes, Mistress,' I said and put the underwear she'd given me at the airport back on. Then I took my bag into the bedroom. When I returned to the living room, Mistress was on the couch, drinking a glass of wine. I sat on the floor at her feet. 

"Welcome home, slave. Would you like your present now?"

I smiled and said "Yes, Mistress."

She got up and went to the bedroom. When she returned, she had three shopping bags in her hand. I stood up when she entered.

She pointed to the floor and said "No, sit down. No peeking."

I sat back down and she put the bags on the coffee table and then sat on the couch. She reached in the first bag and pulled out a pair of black stockings. She handed them to me and said "Aren't they pretty? They're for you. Careful you don't put runs in them." 

I took them from her hand and said "Thank you, Mistress."

Then she reached into the bag and pulled out a large, pink dildo. 

"I know you like pink as much as I do, so I got us this. It fits right in the harness like the other one. Cool, huh?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Then she pulled out a collection of panties of all different colors. Black, green, blue, and white. Some were sheer, some were lacy and some were silky. "Do you like these, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I knew you would. I can't wait to see you in them."

"Yes, Mistress."

Then the doorbell rang. "I think that's Miranda. Go answer the door, slave."

I stood up and walked to the door. I opened the door and hid my body behind it.

Miranda smiled when she saw me and said "Oh, you're here! The slave has returned!" Then she pushed the door and I moved with it. Miranda entered and I closed the door behind me. She ran to Mistress and hugged her and kissed her cheek. Mistress kissed her back and then held out her arm toward me and said "Well? What do you think?"

Miranda looked me up and down and said "Not bad! Looks like he keeps in shape! And you've managed to train him in only a few weeks?"

Mistress said "Yes. It was easier than I thought it would be. Would you like to see?"

"Yes!," Miranda said and they both sat on the couch. 

"Come here, slave," Mistress commanded.

I walked over to her feet and sat down on the floor.

"Do you like being my slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you'll do whatever I ask, right?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Get our friend here a glass of wine and fill mine up, too."

"Yes, Mistress," and I got up and did her bidding. Here we go. She'd talked about bringing an outsider in on the fun. This must be it.

When I returned, I sat back on the floor at their feet.

"He'll seriously do anything you tell him too?" Miranda asked.

"Well, within reason, I guess. But yes, he will."

"Amazing. In three weeks? Wow." Miranda looked at the lingerie on the table and said "Someone's been shopping!"

"Those are his. His welcome home present. I just gave them to him. Would you like a fashion show?"

"Yes," she screamed.

"Slave, put the stockings on and the black panties."

I stood up, backed away from them a few paces, and took the stockings in my hand.

I put the stockings on my legs. The felt incredibly sexy, I have to admit. The silky feel was unlike anything I'd felt on my legs before. I looked down and noticed a lot of hair poking through the fibers.

"Oh, looks like he needs to shave his legs," Miranda cackled, taunting me.

"Good idea. You will keep your legs shaved from now on, slave. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She threw the black panties at me and I caught it in midair and slipped it on. This wasn't the first time I'd had to wear women's underwear, but it was the first time I'd done it in the presence of another. Honestly, it was turning me on and I could feel my cock becoming stiff. 

"Turn around slowly, slave."

I did as I was told. When I was facing them again, Miranda was shaking her head, looking at me.

"I can't believe it. I still have to punish my slave at least once a day for not calling me Mistress. "

"Oh, it gets better. Go get my harness, slave."

I went to the bedroom and retrieved it. Mistress took it from me and pulled out the black dildo and replaced it with the new pink one. 

"You fuck him? With that?" Miranda asked.

"Oh, yea. And he loves it. Don't you, slave."

"Yes, Mistess."

"I don't believe it," Miranda said.

"Would you like to see?"

Miranda smiled and said "Can I?"

Mistress stood up and walked to the bedroom without another word. I stood there, feeling like an idiot with stockings on my legs and black panties. My cock started to get hard, knowing what I looked like. The fact that Miranda was sitting there watching me made me harder still. Soon, my cock was poking out the top.

"Joanie, you won't believe this! Your slave is getting a hard-on just thinking about you fucking him!" Then she clapped her hands and laughed so hard she fell over on the couch. 

Mistress returned wearing the harness and nothing else. She sat on the couch and said to Miranda: "Watch this. "

Then to me: "Crawl to me, slave."

I immediately got on my hands and knees and slowly crawled toward her, never breaking eye contact. Mistress spread her legs and crawled between them. When my face was even with her cock, I licked the length of it, then took it in my mouth.

"Oh...my...God," Miranda said.

"He gives really good head, don't you slave."

I took my mouth off her cock and licked it, then said "Yes, Mistress". Then I went back to sucking her. I was going at it for a few seconds when I looked up. Mistress was kissing Miranda, a long passionate kiss. It really turned me on! I doubled my efforts, never looking away. 

Mistress broke the kiss and said "Strip" to Miranda. Miranda got up quickly and took off her clothes. Maybe these two have some sort of arrangement, too? Miranda sat down again and they started kissing again. I couldn't look away. Miranda took one of Mistress' tits in her hand and fondled it, pinching her nipple roughly. Then she lowered her mouth and began to suck it. Mistress moaned loudly as Miranda ran her tongue around her nipple.

Miranda leaned back and watched me some more. She moved her hand down to her pussy. "Has he ever sucked a real one?"

"No," Mistress answered. "But I think he's just about ready. Aren't you, slave? Are you ready to suck a cock for your mistress?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said and went back to sucking her cock.

"My slave loves to eat pussy, too. Would you like him to eat your pussy?" Mistress was now rubbing Miranda's tits.

"Yes. Slave, eat my pussy," Miranda commanded.

I popped up and moved into position, diving hard into her waiting pussy. She was hairless and already wet. 

Mistress got up behind me. She pulled down my panties about half way, and then I felt the cool sensation of lube being applied. It's been a month, so I was ready. My hips moved under her fingers, allowing her to spread the lube around. Then I felt her get into position behind me. I looked up. Miranda was alternating between watching me and Mistress. In concentrated on licking Miranda's pussy, swirling my tongue around her clit, licking the length of her slit. That concentration was broken when Mistress thrust the length of her cock into my ass. She pushed with such force that it forced my face off Miranda's pussy and into her lap.

Mistress pulled back slowly and that allowed me to get back to business on Miranda's pussy. I continued to lick her while Mistress began to fuck me. At one point, I could hear them 'high-five' above my head and laugh hysterically. 

Miranda said "Holy shit! I can't believe this! How did you get him trained like this?"

"He loves it. He's a natural," Mistress said. "I just had to show him that he's better off as my slave. Isn't that right, slave? You love living like this, don't you?" She accentuated the last sentence by fucking me harder, really slamming into me. The force of her hips hitting me caused me to come off Miranda's pussy.

"Yes, Mistress, I love it!"

"See?" Mistress asked. "He can't get enough of it. " Mistress kept slapping her hips into me harder and harder. 

"Can I do it? I want to see what it's like," Miranda asked.

Mistress pulled out of me and stood up. I pulled my face off Miranda's pussy and she stood up. I rolled over onto my butt so I could watch them. Mistress undid the straps of her harness and took it off. It took a minute or two for Mistress to get Miranda done up in the harness.

"Sit up on the couch, slave," Mistress commanded. "Spread your legs and let Mistress Miranda in." I did as I was told. 

"Take off those fucking panties, slave. You look ridiculous." I looked down and my cock had leaked pre-cum all over the fabric in the front, making it look like I'd pissed my pants. I slid the panties off and threw them aside. Miranda got down on her knees in between my legs. Mistress applied more lube to the dildo, stroking it. The two of them exchanged a passionate kiss. 

"Fuck him hard. He likes it hard," Mistress instructed her. 

Miranda pointed the cock at my asshole and pushed in hard. I closed my eyes and just let her fuck me. Then I felt a slap across my face, hard.

"Watch me as I'm fucking you, slave! Don't you dare take your eyes off me!" Miranda was in charge now, obviously, and was going to show me who's boss. She grabbed my hips and slammed into me again and again. I could tell she was enjoying this. I was too. 

"Do you like that, slave? Is she fucking you as good as I do?"

"Yes, Mistress," I managed to breath. 

Then Mistress surprised me. She bent down and took my cock in her mouth. I was so surprised that I almost came right there. 

"Oh, God," Miranda said. "That is so hot. Are you going to cum, slave? You going to cum while I'm fucking you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm going to cum! Oh, God, here it comes!"

One month of not having an orgasm caught up with me and I flooded Mistress' mouth with my seed. Miranda kept fucking my ass as my cock released the last of my cum. When I'd finished, I knew what to do: I opened my mouth like a hungry baby bird and waited for Mistress to feed me. True to form, she squeezed the last drops out of me, raised up, held her mouth a few inches off mine (so Miranda could see, no doubt), and let my cum flow into my mouth from hers. Once I was sure I had it all, I swallowed. Then Mistress kissed me deeply.

Miranda had stopped thrusting into me now, pulled out and sat back on the floor. "Holy shit!," he exclaimed. "That was hot. I can't believe that!"

"I told you," Mistress said. Then she got up and went to the kitchen. Miranda followed and I sat there catching my breath. Mistress suddenly turned around and said "Slave! Get your ass off my couch!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said as I slid onto the floor. 

The two of them talked for another two glasses of wine about the best way to train Miranda's husband. Listening to them, I couldn't believe how easy it was for Mistress to transform me into your typical male to a slave. Here I was, my ass freshly pounded, the taste of my own cum still lingering in my mouth, still wearing a pair of black stockings, and sitting on the floor like her pet, which was an apt description of me at this point. 

After Miranda left, I cleaned up and took my new place in the bedroom: at the foot of the bed with a thin blanket and small pillow. 

Over the next two weeks, Mistress continued with her training of me. I was allowed to cum nearly every time Mistress fucked me, until about ten days before I left to go back to work. Before that, as always, Mistress would either use her hand or mouth to finish me except for one time. Mistress had me fuck her from behind and when I came inside her, I had to suck my cum out of her pussy. But ten days before I left, Mistress wouldn't allow me to cum any more. I'd hoped that she would allow me to cum before I left, but I couldn't be sure. Just because I wasn't allowed to cum didn't mean that Mistress couldn't. Every day, I did whatever she asked of me, bringing her orgasm after orgasm. My cock would be straining against whatever girly outfit she had me wear that day, but no release was to be had. The worst was having to wear that damn cock ring. 

Two days before I was to leave, Mistress had me bent over in the kitchen while she fucked me from behind. 

"You've been so good lately, slave. You've served your Mistress well. If you're very good tomorrow, I will give you a special treat. Would you like that, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I panted as her hips slapped into my ass. 

"Good. I think you'll enjoy it!"

When Mistress left for work that day, she had a long list of housework for me to do. I got the apartment sparkling clean as per her orders, did the laundry, and vacuumed. At 4:30, Mistress came home from work. She had a shopping back in her hand.

"Are you ready for your special treat, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said smiling. Hoping that somewhere in that bag was an orgasm for me.

She handed me the bag and inside was a pink, silky garter belt, new pink stockings and a pink padded bra. "Go and put them on. We're having guests over tonight and I want you looking pretty as can be!"

I did as I was told. I looked at myself in the mirror. My cock was sticking straight out underneath the garder belt, pointing at the sky. I looked ridiculous, but I really didn't care. I was horny as fuck and, at this point, I was willing to do anything for my Mistress. When I came out of the bedroom, Mistress howled with laughter. 

"Don't you look pretty! Maybe next month we can teach you how to wear heels. Then you'll be just perfect."

Mistress gave me a kiss on the cheek as she passed me headed to the bedroom. "I have to change. Pour two glasses of wine. Our guests will be here shortly!"

I did as I was told and then waited. About 10 minutes later, the doorbell rang. 

"Answer that, slave!"

I stood behind the door as I opened it. Miranda was there with a man. He was carrying a small bag. She pushed the door open and came in. The man followed. After I'd closed the door, the man looked at me and almost laughed. Miranda quickly reached up and slapped his face. 

"Strip, slave," she commanded.

Not knowing who she was talking to, I just stood there. Quickly, the man removed his clothes, folded them neatly and walked into the living room. I followed. 

Miranda said "Joanie? We're here!"

Mistress came out of the bedroom wearing her corset and stockings and nothing else. She walked up to Miranda and kissed her passionately. I could feel my cock stiffen slightly at the sight of them kissing. 

"I'm so glad you're here! I haven't seen you in weeks. Would you like to get more comfortable?"

Miranda turned to the man and took the bag from his hand. "You two sit here and be quiet. No talking!" then the two of them headed for the bedroom. 

I sat down on the floor and the man did the same. I looked at him and made a "I wonder what they're up to?" face. He shrugged. He was, like me, completely shaven. At least he didn't have to wear girls underwear, I thought to myself. 

A few minutes later, Mistress and Miranda came out of the bedroom. Mistress had her harness on with the black dildo sticking out. Miranda had a similar harness on with a purple dildo sticking out. The purple one was much larger than Mistress'. 

Mistress said "Look at the two of you. Aren't you a pair?"




Joanie Takes Control Pt. 02



I looked at the man and he looked at me. Then I said "Yes, Mistress," not knowing what to say. 

"Well, slave," said Mistress. "I promised you a special treat, didn't I? But first, you must prove your devotion to me. Are you ready to do that?"

Seeing the man there, I knew what was coming. "Yes, Mistress."

"Wait!," Miranda said. "Your slave looks pretty. Let's make mine pretty too!" And she turned and ran to the bedroom. When she returned, she had a matching set of lingerie that I was wearing. I assumed then, that this was her husband. Once he was dressed up, he sat back down again next to me. 

"Now, they're ready!" Miranda said.

Mistress pointed to the man and said "you, slave. Sit on the couch." He quickly got up and did as he was told. Then Mistress turned to me and said "Crawl to him, slave."

Shit. Here we go. I sat there for a second, not knowing if I could do it. I looked at Mistress with pleading eyes. 

Mistress bent down, took my face in her hand and said "Slave, do you not love your Mistress? Don't you live to serve her? I want so much to watch you suck this man's cock. Don't you want to please your Mistress?"

I nearly cried. Yes, I wanted to serve my Mistress. Yes, I did love her. But could I do this? 

"You've come so far, baby. Why not just a little farther? Your Mistress wants you to do it. Will you do it for your Mistress?"

I lowered my head and said "Yes, Mistress," and turned toward the couch.

"Oh...My...God!" I heard Miranda scream.

"I told you he would do it," Mistress said.

I slowly crawled toward the man, looking at him the entire time, the way Mistress taught me. As I approached, he spread his legs for me. I crawled between his legs and put my hands up on his thighs. I looked down at his cock. It was semi-hard, about 6 inches long and circumcised. I bent down and kissed it. 

"Holy shit! He's doing it!" Miranda said. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them both approaching. Miranda stayed on my right, Mistress to my left. I could see them leaning in to get a better view. 

I licked the length of his cock as it got harder. Once it started to raise up, I took the head in my mouth and started sucking. It quickly became hard in my mouth. I was amazed at the difference between Mistress' dildo and a real one. His was warm, soft and hard at the same time, and didn't taste like plastic. I could feel the sponginess of the head in contrast to the stiffness of the shaft as it slid in and out of my mouth. 

"That's it, slave. Let him enjoy it," Mistress said. 

"He hasn't cum since we started training three weeks ago. I bet he doesn't last 2 minutes," Miranda said. 

I noticed that my own cock had grown to full hardness now. I slowed down on his cock, allowing the man to enjoy his blowjob. 

Miranda said "Does that feel good, slave? Do you like this slave sucking your cock?"

In a deep voice, he said "Yes, Mistress." 

"Cum for me then, slave. Fill his mouth with cum."

I quickly bobbed my head on his cock, not caring if he was enjoying himself or not. I wanted this over with, and quickly.

He started to move his hips, forcing his cock into my mouth. I kept going, faster and faster.

"Snowball him when he cums," Mistress whispered in my ear. 

I opened my eyes. Miranda was kissing the man deeply, her fingers cruelly twisting his nipples. He opened his eyes and suddenly looked down at me The first shot of cum flew into my mouth, deep into my throat. I moved my mouth to his cock head and held it there while I jerked his cock with my hand. His cock spasmed again and again, filling my mouth with his cum. When I thought he had finished, I took my mouth off his cock and moved up to his face. His head was back, his eyes shut, and his mouth opened. Miranda grabbed his chin in her hand as I clamped my mouth on to his and pushed his cum into his mouth. Miranda pushed me back and forced his mouth shut.

"Swallow it, slave," she commanded.

I watched him swallow his load and then sat back down on the floor, still tasting his semen in my mouth. 

Mistress leaned into me and said "Well done, slave." Then she kissed me, her tongue battling mine as I kissed her back. 

She broke the kiss and said "Did you enjoy that? Did you like your special treat?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, very disappointed that giving a guy I'd met 30 minutes ago a blow job was my treat.

"Good. I loved watching it. I'm so turned on right now. Turn over."

I got on my hands and knees. Mistress rubbed some lube on to my asshole and put the head of her cock at my opening and pushed into me. A soft moan escaped my lips as I lowered my head to the floor, lifting my ass higher into the air. I could see Miranda on the couch watching me, then she started to stroke her cock. 

"Get on the floor, slave. Get down next to him," Miranda said.

The man got down next to him and his Mistress began to fuck him like mine was fucking me. The two women pumping into us in unison, fast, then slow, then fast again. My cock began to leak pre-cum as Mistress ran her cock over my prostate. Shivers ran through me and I got back up on my hands. I began to thrust my hips back to meet hers. Mistress was pushing my buttons as she fucked me and I began to wonder if she could make me cum this way. Then, she stopped.

"Your slave got to cum, but mine hasn't. What can we do?" Mistress asked Miranda.

"I don't think my slave is ready to suck a real cock like yours is. But, your slave does deserve something."

Mistress playfully slapped my upturned ass and said "Yes. He's been very good today. He deserves a reward. Sit on the couch, slave."

I got up quickly and sat down on the couch. 

"Sit next to him, slave," Miranda commanded. The man got up and sat next to me.

The two women talked in hushed whispers for several minutes. I watched them intently, my cock rigid against my abdomen, pre-cum still leaking out of the hole. 

Miranda turned to us and said "Slave, you will watch while he gets his reward." Then the two of them got down on their knees before me. Mistress took my cock in her hand and stroked it slowly. "You're so hard, slave. "

"Yes, Mistress," I said. 

Mistress leaned in and licked the head of my cock. Miranda moved my left leg aside and leaned in and began to suck my balls. Mistress lowered her mouth onto my cock and began to suck as she stroked. Miranda continued to lick my balls, then the base of my cock. Mistress moved her hand aside and kept her mouth on my cock head, sucking. Miranda licked the length of my cock up and down, up and down. Then Mistress reached under my balls and started to tickle my asshole with her finger. Miranda kept licking, then moved up. Mistress took my cock out of her mouth and Miranda took her place. Slowly she sucked the length of my cock into her mouth and then back out again. 

"Do you like that, slave?" Mistress asked.

"God, yes, Mistress," I breathed.

She turned to the man and said "Do you like watching your Mistress suck this cock, slave?"

He cleared his throat and said "Yes, Mistress Joan." His cock was rock hard once again. I could tell he very badly wanted to stroke himself. 

"He's going to cum in her mouth soon. Then you're going to drink his cum. Do you want that, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress Joan," he replied, his eyes focused on his Mistress as she sucked my cock.

Miranda kept sucking slowly and Mistress kept teasing my asshole. I was past the point of stopping and cried out "Oh, God, I'm cumming!" and the orgasm hit me. I pumped my hips into her mouth, emptying my balls.

When I'd finished, Miranda snowballed her husband, forcing him to swallow my load. Then she lowered her head to his lap and started to suck his cock.

Mistress sat next to me on the couch. "Watch her, slave. Watch her please her slave. Do you like that? Does that turn you on, watching that slave getting his dick sucked?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said unable to turn away. Miranda slowly sucked him. 

"Would you like to take her place, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. What the hell was I doing?

"You'd like that, I'll bet. You like to suck cock, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress." I was hypnotized.

Mistress leaned into me and I could feel her breath on my ear. She spoke softly, but I'm sure that the man and Miranda could hear her say "But you've already sucked his cock, slave. Wouldn't you like to do something more?"

"Yes, Mistress." I felt I knew where this was going, but I no longer cared. If Mistress wanted to see this man fuck me, then I would gladly let him.

"What more is there to do, slave? You've already let him cum in your mouth. Did you like that, slave? Did you like how he shot his load into your mouth? The feeling of another man's cum on your tongue? Did that feel good, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress." My cock was hard, laying on my garter belt. Mistress reached down and began to slowly stroke it.

"Did his cum taste good, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress." My breathing was coming heavily now. Miranda looked up at Mistress and smiled.

"Would you like to taste him again, slave?" Mistress asked me.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you remember when I let you fuck me until you got close, and then cum in my mouth, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress." She continued to slowly stroke my cock. Miranda did the same to her slave's cock.

"Did you like that, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"It felt so good to let you do that. The way your cock slid in and out of me, knowing that if I did a good job, I'd be rewarded after I turned around. Would you like to know what that feels like, slave? Would you like to experience that?"

I swallowed hard. "Yes, Mistress. But I'm scared to."

"There is nothing to be scared of, I promise. You'll love it. And I'd really like to watch it. It makes me hot just thinking about it: My slave, my wonderful slave...on your knees, your ass in the air...your cock hard in anticipation...your ass inviting him in, wanting him to fuck you...to use your body for his pleasure ...the look on your face as he enters you for the first time...when you feel the difference between my plastic cock and his warm, hard, real one... the sound of his hips hitting your ass like mine do when I'm fucking you...I want it so bad to see you do this. Will you do this for your Mistress?"

I couldn't peel my eyes away from his cock. I could almost feel it in my ass already. 

"You need to ask Mistress Miranda if it's ok, first. It's her slave to do with as she wishes."

I cleared my throat. "Mistress Miranda? Would you let your slave fuck me? My mistress would like to see him fuck me."

She smiled at me. "Is that what you want, slave? Do you want this slave to fuck you?"

"Yes, Mistress Miranda. Please?"

"Will you suck him off when he cums, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress Miranda, I will." She continued to smile at me and stroke her slave's cock. 

"Will you swallow his come, slave? He swallowed yours earlier. Will you swallow your reward?"

"Yes, Mistress Miranda."

Miranda looked at her slave. "You will fuck this slave. When you get close to cumming, you will tell him. This slave will turn around and suck your cock and you will cum in his mouth. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," he said. "But, Mistress? May I wear a condom while I'm fucking him?"

Miranda looked at Mistress and smiled. "What do you think?" she asked.

"That seems reasonable," Mistress said. She got up and headed for the bedroom. I watched her go, but then looked back at the cock that was about to be inside me. I can't remember being more turned on in my life.

Mistress returned with a condom in her hand. She held it out to me and I rose and took it from her. "Put it on him, slave," she told me.

I opened the package and approached him. Miranda got up and I took her place between his legs. I rolled the condom onto his stiff cock, then took the lube off the coffee table. I placed a large drop of it his cock and started to stroke him, spreading the lube around. Then I added more. 

"Does that feel good, slave?" Miranda asked him. She was leaning over the arm of the couch, her face close to his.

"Yes, Mistress," he said as I slowly stroked him. 

"One day soon, you will do this for your Mistress. Would you like that, slave?" she asked him. 

He was looking into her eyes and I could see the apprehension there, but he said "Yes, Mistress."

Miranda looked up at Mistress and said "He's ready."

Mistress said "Slave! Over here." 

She pointed to the floor at her feet. "Here, slave. On your hands and knees."

I got up and complied with her instructions. 

"Put your head on the floor, your ass in the air."

I did as I was told. I tuned my head so that I could see a little of what was happening behind me. I watched as Miranda took her slave by the hand and lead him over to me. He got down on his knees behind me. She kissed him. When they broke their kiss, she said "Fuck him good. He's been a good slave today. He deserves it." 

"Yes, Mistress," he said. I could feel the head of his cock at my ass. 

Mistress got down on the floor in front of me. "Are you ready, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. God, I was ready. I really wanted this guy to fuck me.

"You should tell that slave that you're ready, then. Tell him," Mistress told me.

I lifted my head and looked back at him. I said: "Please? I'm ready for you. Put your cock in me. I want to feel it."

He looked at me and then I felt him slip inside me. I'd had Mistress inside me enough that I was plenty stretched out and I thought it would feel about the same as her plastic cock. God, was I wrong! Maybe it was because I knew that this was a real cock, maybe it was because I knew deep down that this was wrong and I shouldn't be doing it, or maybe it was because I was under Mistress' control and I'd do whatever it was she wanted of me, but it felt so much different. The warmth of his cock in my ass was so much different than the dildo. The hardness of it. It was amazing. I lifted my head back and smiled as I said "Ohhhh, yea." Then I lowered my head back down. He slid his cock into me all the way and held it there.

Mistress said "You like it, don't you? I can tell you do." All I could do was nod my head.

He slowly started to fuck me, sliding his cock in all the way, pulling it out slowly until it nearly came out, then sliding it in slowly. 

"That's it, slave," Miranda instructed. "Nice and slow. Long strokes. Let him enjoy it."

And enjoy it, I did. I know Mistress was talking to me at some point, but I'm not certain what she said. I was just letting the feeling of this man's cock in my ass wash over me. It felt warm and wonderful as it slid in and out of me. I could feel his hips bumping into my ass, his balls slapping into mine with his thrusts.

Finally, I came up on my hands. I looked back at him again. I could feel the sweat start to bead on my forehead, my pulse racing. 

"That's it," I said to him. "Give it to me. Fuck me."

He took the cue and he picked up his pace. He slammed into me harder and faster. I honestly thought I was about to cum right there as he plowed into my ass. I began to rock back into him, making the contact even harder. I looked up at Mistress and she smiled at me. 

"God, this is good, Mistress," I said to her.

"Is he fucking you as good as I do, slave?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Do you like having a real cock instead of my plastic one, slave"

"Yes, Mistress," I breathed, then I lowered my head to the floor again, allowing him to use my body for his pleasure. He continued to fuck me for several more seconds, hard and fast.

"I'm gonna cum!" I heard him say.

Quickly, I moved off him and spun around. He reached down and removed the condom as I jammed my mouth onto his cock. I used my hand to stroke him as I sucked hard on the head.

"Oh, God. Here it comes!" he said. I continued to suck and stroke him, waiting for my reward.

His cock exploded in my mouth. Squirt after squirt of cum filled my mouth and I eagerly swallowed it all. I continued to suck his cock until I was sure I'd gotten it all. Slowly, his cock started to deflate, but I kept sucking. I finally let his soft cock fall from my mouth and turned around to look at Mistress. She smiled at me. 

"Nice job, slave! I knew you could do it!"

Soon after, the two of them left. I curled up at the foot of the bed, but sleep did not come. I couldn't get past what had happened. Yes, I wanted to please Mistress, but I didn't think I could it anymore. I didn't mind her rules and her abuse of my ass and the rest of it, but I didn't think I could stand servicing other men at her command. What was next? When it was just the two of us playing, I didn't mind at all. Now, there were others. I'd just sucked a man's cock and allowed him, no, BEGGED him to fuck my ass. AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HIS NAME. What the holy hell have I become? Could I continue down the path I was on? Where would that path lead me? It kept me up all night.

In the morning, I packed up and Mistress dropped me off at the airport. I had an entire month at work to figure out what I was going to do.



Joanie Takes Control Pt. 03



As I've chronicled in the first two parts of this story, I'd become a dominant woman's slave. Not by accident, mind you. We'd dated a little while and then one day, asked me if I'd like to be dominated sexually. I'd never done anything like that before and it sounded like it might be fun, so I agreed. Over the course of the next few months, I'd fallen deeper and deeper under her control. So much so, that I'd sucked another man's cock and let him fuck me just because my Mistress wanted to see me do it. I had met that man about an hour before he fucked me and I still did not even know his name.

I flew out to the rig and got settled into a routine. Usually, I was working 12-16 hour days, but I always made sure to check my email on the company computer at least once per day, hoping to hear from Mistress. She rarely disappointed. Most of her emails were strictly what you'd expect from a typical girlfriend in a long distance relationship, but the others were from her more devious side. Two days after I got to work, I received this:

Dear Slave,

I still can't get the images of you from the other night out of my head. The look on your face as he entered you for the first time, when you realized the difference between my plastic cock and his long, hard, real one. I get hot just thinking about it. Not to worry: you'll be seeing more of him when you get home! You've made me so happy that you're willing to do anything for me. Remember that you're not allowed to masturbate while you're gone (like you would ever forget that). I'll know if you do. I will always know. 

Normally, I would write to her about what I'd done during the work day. But when Mistress sent me emails like that, I knew that the only accepted reply was:

Yes, Mistress.

When I returned home, Mistress picked me up at the airport and back to the apartment we now shared. Like a good slave, I stripped naked when I entered the door. I unpacked my bag and settled in.

"Are you glad to be home, slave?" Mistress asked me.

"Yes, Mistress. I am."

I had settled in at her feet as she lounged on the couch. Having been gone for a month, my cock was at full attention in the hopes that she would allow me to cum at some point. Instead, she had me retrieve her pedicure kit and I set to work doing her toenails and rubbing her feet. I could look up her skirt and see that she was not wearing any panties. 

"Miranda is having trouble with her slave again. He's being rebellious. She caught him masturbating right after you left and had to punish him severely. He hasn't been allowed to cum all month long, the poor thing. Of course, he still has to serve his Mistress and I can tell it's wearing on him. If only he would be a good slave like you! You'd never disobey your Mistress, would you, slave?"

"I will not disobey you, Mistress." I said, knowing that 'Yes' was the only acceptable answer to her. 

"I know, slave," Mistress said as she used the foot I wasn't rubbing to play with my erect cock. "You're the best slave I've ever had. Have I ever told you that? You've lasted longer than any other. Even though you're away for some of the time, I know that I have you under my control no matter where you are. No other slave I've had has done so well."

I looked up at her and asked "There have been others?"

She laughed. "Not many, but a few. It's hard to find a good slave these days. Normally, a guy will hang in there until I try to broaden them into being with another guy, but you didn't hesitate. Well, not much anyway. I knew that you had it in you to suck someone's cock, but I was surprised when you agreed to let him fuck you. Did that surprise you, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "I've never even thought about doing that before I met you."

"I figured as much," she said. "But I thought you had it in you. I just had to make that side of you come out." She continued to use her foot to play with my cock. Pre-cum had started to leak out of my cock and she smeared it around with her toes.

"Oh, look at that. You're leaking onto my toes. Suck them clean, slave," she said and she held her foot up to my face.

I dutifully licked them clean while she moved her other foot to my cock, teasing it. Once I'd licked and sucked her toes, she switched feet and had me clean the other.

"Well, since you've been gone so long and I've missed my slave so much, I think you deserve a nice treat." She pulled her toes from my mouth and spread her legs for me. "Lick my pussy, slave."

"Yes, Mistress," I said and dived in. I licked her slit up and down, savoring the taste of her pussy. When I was sure that he juices were flowing, I slid my finger into her and concentrated on her clit. I sucked and licked it, hard then soft, up and down. I slowly slid my finger in and out of her snatch as I licked her, pleasing her. She placed her hand on my head and pushed my face closer to her pussy. I concentrated on her clit, making circles around it with my tongue. I could hear her begin to breath heavier and I knew any second she would clamp her thighs onto my head. Sure enough, her legs slammed into my head, holding me in place as I continued to lick her. Eventually, her orgasm subsided and she released me and I came up for air.

She looked at me and said "Now, slide your cock into me. Give it to me."

Without hesitation, I pushed my cock into her waiting pussy to the hilt. Mistress leaned her head back and moaned. I started to slowly move my hips, pumping my cock into her. I knew I was not going to last long, so I went slow to try and draw it out.  

"That's it. Just like that. God, your cock is hard."

I had a pretty good view of my cock sliding into her and the combination of that visual and the fact I'd not cum in over a month spelled trouble for me.

"I don't think I can last much longer, Mistress," I said, trying to concentrate and control my orgasm.

She leaned up and kissed me lightly. "This is for you. Cum in me. I want to feel you cum inside me."

That was all it took and I felt the orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I pumped one more time into and held it there as I dumped my seed deep inside her. 

When I'd caught my breath, Mistress leaned back on the couch and said "You know what to do, slave."

I pulled my deflating cock from her pussy, leaned down began cleaning my cum from her pussy. I stuck my tongue as deep into her as I could to make sure I got it all. The taste of her pussy mixed with my cum and the shear depravity of it all had me hard again in no time. 

"Did you like that, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. I know you enjoy the taste of cum. I can tell, too, because your cock is hard again."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, would you like to cum again, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Follow me, then," and she got up and headed for the bedroom. I followed like her little puppy that I had become.

Mistress took off her clothes and put her harness on. The vibrating black cock was in the holder and she turned it on to high speed. She had me lay down on the bed on my back, my knees pulled up to my chest. Mistress applied lube to her cock and stuck it straight into me. Mistress fucked me hard and fast, pushing my knees into my chest as she did so. She fucked me hard and fast, causing sweat to bead on her forehead. The little extension of the dildo that was inside her pussy must have been working it's magic because she came within minutes of entering me. 

She leaned off me and told me to lay on the floor on my back. Then she had me bring my legs back over my head in a vertical position. 

"Spread your legs," she told me as she moved in closer to me. She grabbed one of my legs and held me still while she used her other hand to aim her cock at my asshole. When she'd got the tip into me, she leaned forward, causing me to curve my hips toward my head. She kept pushing until my cock was pointing directly at my face. Then she started to "Jackhammer" her cock into me as she stroked my cock.

I could feel her cock vibrating inside me as she slid it in and out of me, using the full length. She continued to stroke my cock, carefully aiming it at my face.

"Do you like this, slave?"

"Yes, mistress," I panted, the orgasm building deep inside me. I watched as she fucked me and stroked my cock. What an incredible view!

"Are you going to cum, slave?" she asked.

"I'm getting close, Mistress. Yes." 

She kept fucking me, her hips slapping into mine, as she stroked me. Soon, there was no stopping it.

"Oh, God! Here it comes!" I shouted.

"Open your mouth, slave. Cum in your mouth," she commanded.

She stopped fucking me but continued to stroke my cock, trying to aim it at my open mouth. As I felt my cock start to spasm, I closed my eyes and let it wash over me. The first shot landed squarely on my left eye. Mistress aimed a little lower and the following two shots of cum went directly into my mouth and the remainder landed on my nose, chin and cheeks. 

When I'd finally stopped, I scooped the blob of cum from my eye and licked it off my fingers. Mistress held out her hand and I licked that clean for her. Mistress released me and slipped out of me as I lowered myself to the floor. I knew my duty, so I wiped the remainder of cum of my face and licked my fingers.

"How was that?" Mistress asked.

"Wow. Just...wow." I laid on the floor, trying to catch my breath. 

Mistress allowed me to sleep in the bed with her that night, which was a rare treat. 

The following morning was Saturday. I made Mistress her breakfast and as she was eating, she outlined the plan for today.

"Miranda and I are going shopping at noon. You will go over to her house and help her slave clean their house. You would also do well to talk some sense into him. She's having a hard time with him."

"What is he doing wrong, Mistress?"

"Well, he talks back to her, tells her no, he masturbates when he thinks that she's not looking, that sort of thing."

"Yes, Mistress. I will talk to him."

"Let him know that a Mistress would rather reward good behavior rather than punish bad behavior."

"Yes, Mistress, I will."

As I drove over to Miranda's house, Mistress reminded me:

"Remember that you're still a slave, even though you're not in our apartment. You may not wear clothes and you must address her as 'Mistress Miranda.'" 

"Yes, Mistress."

"And keep your phone near you. I'll be texting you throughout the day to check up on you."

We pulled into the driveway at Miranda's house and got out. Her husband answered the door and said Miranda was in the kitchen. I noticed that he was naked, so I stripped and folded my clothes by the door. 

Mistress hugged and kissed Miranda as they said hello. It was much more than a peck on the cheek in the form of hello, so I still suspected that there was something going on there.

"You two," Miranda said," are to get this house clean while we're gone. We'll be gone a few hours unless we're having fun, then it will be longer. When we get back, you'd better be done."

With that, the turned to leave. Mistress kissed my cheek as she passed and reminded me to keep my phone nearby. 

Once they left, I turned to the man and extended my hand. "Chris," I said.

He looked at me and shook my hand. "Phil. I, um, guess we've never actually been introduced."

I laughed. "Not so much, no. " 

The awkwardness of the situation was sublime. Two naked men shaking hands, learning each other's names only after they'd fucked. What a world we live in.

Phil laughed and said "Normally, I'd put my clothes on at this point, but I think Miranda has cameras somewhere. I think that's how she catches me."

"Right," I said. "That sucks, dude. Sorry to hear that."

"Well, we'd better get started. You start in the downstairs bathroom and I'll start in the kitchen. We'll do the upstairs together."

We set to work and in no time, we had the entire downstairs spotless. Windows, mirrors, floors, the works. We went upstairs together and into the master bedroom. Up until this point, we hadn't really talked much, but since we were in the same room now, we made some small talk as we cleaned. I was standing in the shower, cleaning the glass door when I heard my phone bing.

Mistress: Has he asked you for a blowjob yet?

I read it twice to make sure I had it correct. What the hell?

Me:?

Mistress: Yes or no. Has he asked you to suck his cock yet?

Me: No

Mistress: Ha! I bet he does.

Me: I hope not.

Mistress: Oh, come on. The poor guy hasn't had one in over a month. Be a good friend.

I put my phone down and set back to work. We chatted a while longer and the subject of being a slave came up.

"So, you've never been punished?" Phil asked.

"No, I've tried very hard to avoid that," I said.

"Lucky you," he said. 

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well, Miranda was away so I came up here and decided to jerk off really quick. She won't let me fuck her anymore, so I've been pretty horny. And, like I said, I think she has cameras someplace and she came back all of a sudden and caught me. To make matters worse, I had underwear and a tshirt on. She was really pissed."

"What did she do?" I asked as I stopped cleaning.

"She tied me up to the hobby horse in the basement, paddled me for a while, then fucked me with the biggest dildo I ever saw."

"Wow," I said.

"Yea," he said. "It sucked. I can't believe she caught me. That's why I think she has cameras all over the house. I haven't' found them yet, though. Now, I'm not allowed to cum at all! I'm about ready to burst."

My phone binged.

Mistress: Well?

Me: Well, what?

Mistress: Has he asked you for a blow job yet?

Me: Not yet.

Mistress: You should offer, then.

Me:?

Mistress: You should offer to blow him. 

Me: Seriously?

Mistress: Hell yes! 

"So, you haven't had an orgasm since...well, the last time I saw you?" I asked.

"No, and it's killing me. Being naked all day. I swear she puts porn on the tv when I'm cleaning just to toy with me," Phil said. He was leaning up against the vanity. It looked like his cock was starting to get hard as we talked. I was leaning against the shower across from him. I had my phone in my hand and it binged again.

Mistress: Miranda says it's OK if you blow him. 

Fuck. 

"Plus she is constantly making me hard. She'll walk up to me, kiss my neck, lick my nipples, rub the back of her hand across my cock, that sort of thing. Then, when I'm fully hard, she'll laugh and walk away. It's driving me crazy."

He was definitely getting an erection now. 

"See?" he said. "See? Just talking about it and I'm getting hard."

"I can see that," I said. My phone binged again.

Mistress: I want you to suck his cock. Will you do that for me, slave?

Double fuck. I looked at Phil. His cock was fully hard now. He was looking down at the floor, obviously depressed. Fuck it. Might as well get some karma on my side. I texted Mistress back.

Me: yes, Mistress

"I'm sorry it's so rough for you, Phil. I don't have any of those problems with my Mistress," I said as I walked over toward him. My phone binged again.

Mistress: Use your phone to take a selfie of his cock in your mouth and send it to me.

Me: Yes, Mistress.

Mistress: When he cums, you are to let him spray it on your face. Then take a picture and send that to me, too. 

Me: Yes, Mistress.

I walked over right in front of him. "Is there anything I can do for you?" 

He looked up at me and I slowly lowered myself to my knees. I reached up and took his cock in my hand and put my phone down in front of me. 

"My Mistress asked me to do this, by the way. This was not my idea," I said.

Then I leaned in and kissed the head of his cock. I closed my eyes and then licked the head as I stroked the base of his cock. I opened my mouth and let him in, slowly. If the poor bastard can't get any from his wife anymore, I might as well let him enjoy it. I slowly sucked on his cock and let it slide into my mouth while I held it with my hand. My other hand reached up and I toyed with his balls. I pulled back slowly, sucking as hard as I could. I opened my eyes and could see he was watching me. For some reason, this turned me on and I felt my own cock getting hard. I let his cock pop out of my mouth, then ran my lips up and down the underside of his shaft a few times. 

I released his cock and I reached down and picked up my phone. I got to the screen where the camera was. "What are you doing?" he asked me, looking down at me.

"Mistress wants a few pictures of this," I told him. I held the phone out, put his cock back in my mouth, looked directly into the camera, and took a few pictures. I leaned back again and picked the best one and sent it to her. 

"Wow," he said. "You're pretty freaky."

I looked up at him and smiled and put the phone back down. "Lucky for you," I said and took his cock back in my hand. Then I licked the length of him and took one of his balls into my mouth. I softly sucked it while I stroked him. I let it fall from my mouth, then rubbed my lips along his shaft to the head again. I ran my tongue around his cock head a few times, and then allowed him to slide into my mouth again. I concentrated on just sucking the head while I stroked him. I knew I was doing something right when I felt his hips start to move. I looked up at him again and could tell he was getting close.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and said "Are you gonna cum for me?"

"Oh, God," he said. I kept stroking harder and when back to sucking his cock head. 

I felt his cock twitch in my hand and I quickly pulled my mouth off and aimed his cock at my face with my mouth open. I watched as I jerked him and his cock exploded onto my face. I quickly closed my eyes and cum sprayed into my mouth and all over my face as I continued to stroke him. When I'd gotten the last of it out, I swallowed what was in my mouth, opened my eyes, and squeezed the base of his cock. i drew my hand toward the tip to get the last drops out. I licked it off the head of his cock. 

I could feel his semen all over my face. It was very warm and thick. "That's a lot of cum," I said. 

Then I sat back on my knees, picked up my phone and took another selfie, sending it to Mistress.

I stood up and used a towel to wipe myself off. I heard my phone bing.

Mistress: I knew you'd do it! 

Me: Yes, Mistress. You told me to.

Phil was still leaning against the vanity. "Thanks, man. I needed that."

I laughed and said "No problem. Glad you enjoyed it." My cock was still painfully hard.

My phone binged again.

Mistress: Is your cock hard?

Me: Yes Mistress

Mistress: Miranda says he won't return the favor. She says she'll make him wish she would have when she gets home.

Me: Yes, Mistress.

I went back to work, my cock slowly deflating. Phil's phone rang.

"Yes, Mistress," he said. "Yes, but...yes...well, no, but...yes, Mistress...Yes, Mistress" and he hung up.

"They're on their way here now. We'd better hurry. I'm already in trouble."

We quickly finished the bathroom and the master bedroom and headed back downstairs. When we got there, the girls entered. My Mistress was smiling like the cat that caught the mouse. Miranda, on the other hand, was not.

"Get dressed, slave," Mistress told me. "We have to go."

When we were driving home, Mistress said "Well, I can tell you one thing: you do not want to be that guy right now. "

"Is he in a lot of trouble, Mistress?" I asked.

"Oh, yea. Big time," she said. "But, I can also tell you this: You're going to like being YOU tonight, I promise. Let's get some dinner and then head home."

We ate at the restaurant where we met the first night and had a great time just talking. When we got home, I stripped as usual and Mistress headed into the bedroom. I put the left overs in the refrigerator and poured Mistress a glass of wine. I put it on the nightstand for her and told her it was there. She was in the bathroom with the door closed.




Joanie Takes Control Pt. 03



"Just a second, slave," I heard her say through the door.

When the door opened, Mistress was wearing her black corset and thigh-high stockings. She leaned against the door jamb and said "Do you like this, slave?"

Damn right I did. "Yes, Mistress." I was standing by the bed and when I saw her, my cock started to get hard again. 

She slowly walked toward me, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

"You were so good today, weren't you , slave?"

"Yes, Mistress." My cock fully hard now.

She used her hand to play with my cock as she whispered "Well, you get to have something special for being so good. Would you like that, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She slowly lowered herself to her knees and then flicked her tongue across my cock head. "Because you were so good, " she said as she toyed with my cock, "I will allow you to fuck my ass like I've fucked yours so many times. Since that other slave wouldn't take care of you, I guess it's only right that I do. Don't you agree, slave?"

Oh, God. "Yes, Mistress."

She was slowly sucking my cock, stroking as she went.

"Now," she said, "This does not mean that you are in charge. This is just a special occasion and you shouldn't get used to it. I'm still the Mistress and you will always be my slave. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She stood up and walked to the bed. She got up an all fours and said "Lick my ass, slave."

I quickly got in behind her and spread her cheeks. Then I flicked my tongue over her ring a few times. Then I leaned in all the way and used my tongue to run circles around her asshole. I'd alternate between rimming her and trying to stick my tongue up inside her.

"It will be your choice where you cum, slave. If you want to cum in my ass, you still have to lick your cum out of me. Or your can spray it on me and then lick it off. It's your choice."

I pulled my face out of her ass and said "Yes, Mistress," then went back to rimming her. I could hear her breath coming in short bursts and she would moan for me from time to time. When I thought she was ready, I took the lube from the nightstand and applied it to her hole. I used one finger, then two to stretch her out like she'd done to me months ago. When I'd gotten three fingers into her, I pulled them out and then aimed my cock at her asshole.

"Be gentle, slave. You're much more experienced than I am at this."

"Yes, Mistress," I said and I pushed in gently. It was not easy to enter her, so I had to push harder and harder. I could tell I was hurting her, so I pulled back. 

"Why did you stop?" she asked.

"I don't want to hurt you, Mistress," I said.

"You're not hurting me, slave. I commanded you to fuck my ass, so stop messing around and get in me!"

I aimed my cock at her waiting asshole and pushed. Still, it didn't go in right away, so I pushed harder. Finally, I watched as my cock slide into her canal. I pushed about half way in and stopped. She was propped up on her elbows with her head down. I slowly pulled out and then back in to about half way again. 

"God, Mistress," I said. "Your ass is really tight."

She picked her head up and peeked over her shoulder at me. "Yea? You like it, baby?" She hadn't called me 'baby' in months. 

"God, it feels good," I said. 

"Good," she said as she put her head back down. "Then fuck me. This is your reward, so get your money's worth." 

I grabbed her by the hips and pushed in all the way, then held it there. Then I slowly pulled out all the way until I could see the head about to pop out. Slowly, I slid the length of my cock into her. She began to move with me as I repeated the process. I began to go faster and harder. 

She threw her head back and said "That's it. Fuck me like that. "

I kept going. It wasn't long before I getting close. 

"God, you're so tight!" I cried.

"Yea," she said again looking back at me. "Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna cum in my ass and then eat it out like a good slave?"

I pulled out of her. "Turn over. I want to cum on your tits."

She turned over and pulled the top of the corset down and then offered up her tits for me. "Cum on them, slave."

I got up on her side and started to jerk my cock. When I felt the stream coming, I carefully aimed it at her lovely mounds. When I was done, I bent down and licked them clean. Because I'm a good slave.



Joanie



Her bare ass was exposed fully to him now, his hands ran across the expanse of those naked swells. Fingers kneaded the flesh that rested there, he eased her thighs further apart. He glimpsed for the first time the pink, pouty folds of her pussy. His thumb brushed across the pliant folds, she was damp! The sweet juice from her cunt adhered to the tip of his thumb the more he ran it along the length of her slit. She could not help herself, the caress of his thumb made her hips start to twitch. 

He bent down, knees finding their way to the carpet beneath them. His face moved closer, he inhaled her sweet scent, his nose nearly buried in her snatch. His tongue snaked out, he had to taste her, he lapped a few times at her cunt, the tip of his tongue drew down to her clit and back to her honey-filled entrance. Both hands rested to her hips, his fingers pulled her ass cheeks further part as his face remained pressed to her pussy. His tongue lashed repeatedly against her hole, daring to press within the heated entrance from time to time. 

Her cries of protest soon died in her throat, they were replaced by soft whimpering moans. Her hips would roll, pressing her back to his invading tongue as he kept feasting on her pussy. His tongue slithered down to tease at her clit now, the more he licked at her, the wetter she seemed to get. His own daughter was a slut and this just proved it! Her words could barely be heard as she found herself writhing on the couch which she was draped over, "More.... daddy.... more.... " her toes coiled, as she balanced herself in this provocative postion for Him. 

Steve's hand had dipped down from her body, seeing that she would not get up and try to run away just yet. His fingers wrapped about the shaft of his cock and he began to stroke it. His own words were spoken gruffly as he tongue fucked his daughter's cunt, "Oh yeah baby... give it to daddy..." her juices coated his chin as he kept diving back for more of her sweetness.

What a pretty picture they must have made with her draped over the back of the couch and him crouched behind her, eating her like she was the full course at a buffet dinner. The more his tongue tormented her clit, she thought she was surely going to die. She had never felt this way before, this was all new to her. The overpowering sensations made her hips buck, her pussy presented fully to his mouth for the taking. Her juices coated her inner thighs. But deep down she knew this was wrong. The more she wanted it to stop, the more her body seemed to betray her. 

He eased himself up from the crouch which he had once settled in. He lifted to his feet and stood behind her. He kept stroking his cock, rubbing the swollen tip back and forth across the now sodden slit of her pussy. His hands fanned out across the swells of her bare hips, he pressed the engored head of his cock to the honeyed hole of her cunt. He heard her cry out in protest as she realized what he was actually going to do. But really, that didn't seem to matter to Steve, he knew what he wanted and he was going to get it. No matter how much she kicked and fought, he was going to fuck her and fuck her hard this night. 

Her fingers clutched at the edge of the couch cushion, her body seemed to tense as she felt the head of his cock press to her virginal slit. "Noooo Daddy..... no..." her voice came once more as she turned her head to look over her shoulder. He didn't seem like her father any longer, but someone different. More sobs of protest fell from her, but those were greeted by a firm swat to her ass. The flesh of her bottom rippled with the connection of his hand. Heated tears stung at her eyes, it was one thing when he used his tongue on her, now he wanted to fuck her! 

It was true that Steve was not himself any longer, he was a man possessed by the desire to have the pretty piece of fuck meat before him. His hips lurched forward, soon the mushroom shaped tip of his cock nestled between those pink puffy folds. His fingers coiled further against her waist, he drew her back with him as he pressed to her. Inch by inch, his cock began to move within her tight hole. He could feel it start to stretch as the head broken past her hymen. The tearing of the thin muscle made Joanie shriek with the pain that suddenly filled her. 

The sound lifted in the living room as he kept a good grasp on her hips. She did try to move, struggling once more to get away as his cock sunk deeper within her. She felt something hot and wet along the inner flesh of her thighs, it was a trickle of blood from where he had taken her virginity. The more that she seemed to fight, the more aroused Steve got. Short thrusts of his hips rammed his cock teasingly within her cunt, tearing her further open as he used her for his pleasure. Tears trailed down along her cheeks, her own father was defiling her in the most perverted of ways. But this would be the start of her degradation.

Steve's hands did not loosen their grasp on Joanie's hips, he kept thrusting forward, sending his cock deeper within her slit. Luckily she was well lubed, he thought, made this much easier. He never imagined that it would be this divine, feeling his daughter's cunt wrapped about his cock. And lord! Let's talk about tight! Joanie was so tight, that his cock ached the further it sunk into her sodden slit. His thrusts began to build with intensity, his hips pummeled her ass as his cock found it's way fully into her cunt. He groaned with pleasure as Joanie sobbed with the pain which washed over her.

The pain was white hot, his cock invaded the tight sheath of her pussy, she wailed softly as her back arched, thrusting her hips to the back end of the couch. She felt the heat radiate from between her thighs, juices and blood coated the inner flesh which rested there. Her ass bounced sharply off his thighs, his thrusts grew further with the urgency which built within him. Each roll of his hips sent the thick throbbing shaft of his cock so deep within her that she thought she was going to virtually split. Her feet kicked at the edge of the back of the couch, her knees dug into the fabric which rested there. Try as she might to get up, his hands held her in place. 

His left hand left her hip, then sharply the palm crashed down across the swells of her ass, alternating between each cheek. Making the pale flesh a nice shade of red by the time which he was done. She cried out with each strike as it was delivered. His hips pistoned, sending his cock hard and fast into her tight slit, he could feel her tense, which made tremors caress down the thick shaft of his cock. "Ohhhh yeah... Joanie... you slut... " the words grunted through clenched teeth. 

Her gaze was blurred for the tears that fell from her eyes, her sobs dying down slowly for she knew that he would not stop until he was finished with her. She felt her body begin to grow numb as he kept forcing his cock further within her. His fingers clawed at her hips as he rammed himself against her, groaning with each thrust that was given to her sweet now deflowered slit. She could feel her belly turn, her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. He brought her ass back fully against the nest of his crotch as he stroked his cock in and out of her. Riding her like no tomorrow. 

His right hand slipped beneath her, his fingers stroking at the slippery bud of her clit. He rubbed the hard button, grinding his thumb down against it. With this, he felt her hips start to buck, she moved against him, seeming to mimic the thrusts which he gave to her. He felt his balls start to tense, he knew that it would not be much longer and he would cum. He wanted to make it last as long as he could, his thrusts began to slow, drawing his cock languidly in and out of her defiled slit.

Quiet whimpers escaped her, she felt his thumb pressed to her clit, this made her body twitch. His touch felt good, yet the jabs of his cock as he raped her brought her back to reality. So much pain with a hint of pleasure. Her shirt had fallen about her head now as she was draped over the couch, exposing the swells of her breasts. Her nipples were raked by the rough fabric of the couch cushions. 

His hands glided across the bare flesh of her back, nails bit her skin with their passage. His fingers fanned out along her rib cage, they eased towards the soft pillows of her breasts. Goosebumps spread across her skin as his fingers kneaded the globes of her breasts. His hips rolled slowly, his cock stroked softly within her cunt. He looked down to watch his glistening shaft caress along her parted petals. His daughter was so gorgeous at this moment, he wanted her even more than he did before. With this flooding of emotions, he started to thrust his hips against her once more, each stroke of hips grew with the lust that filled him.

She cried out softly, her body twitched before him, she felt his cock start to plunge once more into her throbbing slit. Her inner thighs quivered as he kept her close to him, her hips undulated as she felt his thumb continue it's torment on her clit, he made the small button burn with each stroke which he delivered. She was tormented, for the pleasure which washed over her, yet she knew what he was doing was wrong. She struggled with her own emotions, one moment praying that it would end, yet in the next she hoped he would fuck her forever. 

Sharp, short thrusts sent his cock within her repeatedly, each stroke seeming to shove the turgid length of his member further within her. He seized her hips once more, he brought her small frame back to his, her ass collided with his hips fully now. The sound of their coupling lifted within the confines of the living room. His balls ached, his hips jerked forward again as he slammed his cock fully within her. His arm snaked about her waist, he drew her up from the bent position which she occupied during most of this and pressed her back to his chest. His hand moved to seek out the swells of her breasts. His fingers pinched and tugged at her nipples, which made more cries and whimpers fall from her lips. 

She fell back to his chest as he brought her up, she trembled as tears sprang from her eyes once more. Her breasts heaved with each passing breath. Shoulders arched as his fingers found her tender nipples, feeling the torture continue. One of his hands to her breasts and the other between her thighs as his fingers stroked along her clit. Her mind was swimming with the different emotions that filled her. Her eyes widened as she felt his mouth begin to caress at her throat, his tongue moving over her skin and his teeth nipping at her flesh. 

His voice was a mere whisper as his tongue rolled around the lobe of her ear, "Ohhh Joanie... I love you.... love you so much.." his hips rocked now, yes it was time for him to cum he could just feel it. He shoved her back down, her body sprawled along the back of the couch, he did not give her much of a choice at all in this. Beads of perspiration formed on his brow from his efforts. He started to buck his hips anew, the sound of flesh striking flesh lifted. He groaned with pleasure, the first wave of his hot seed exploded deep within her cunt. The thick white ribbons of his cum filled her snatch. 

She felt the heat fill her pussy, the tight walls of her sex clenched fully about his pulsating cock, tremors coursed down the thick shaft of his invading cock. Her sobs lifted, as he kept her pressed to him. Her breath was ragged as she panted quietly, dark curls of hair adhered to her damp cheeks. His thumb dug into the tender flesh of her clit, each stroke made her hips writhe, her pussy grew moist. Quivers of delight washed over her, she could not believe it, she was having her first orgasm and at the hands of her father. Her cries soon turned to moans as she let go, her whole frame quaked from head to toe. Ecstasy consumed her as her father filled her with his cum. She could feel his hands slip along her flesh which quivered, his caress was light to her skin. 

Goosebumps lifted once more with the passage of his fingertips across her back and down along her ass. His hips slowed the thrusts which he delivered to her, his cum still spewed within her heated slit. He had felt her orgasm as her pussy wrapped fully about his twitching cock. This brought a smile to his face, his relucant daughter surrendering to him in the most ultimate way. He withdrew his length from her well-used slit, some of the spunk splashing to her ass cheeks as he did so. His shaft glistened with her juices, his cum and a hint of blood. His voice was quiet as he uttered to her, his fingers still stroked along her bare skin, "Joanie... I love you so much baby...." he leaned down, his mouth moved along the flesh of her back, kissing a heated trail down to her ass. 

She continued to quiver, too afraid to move. Many emotions filled her, ranging from feeling safe to being scared, from hate to love all in the same thoughts. She whimpered quietly as she felt him ease the length of his cock from her stretched walls. This made the dull ache start again. His cum trickled down along her inner thighs, making the flesh there gleem. His words barely made her ears, her heart was beating frantically in her chest. Her palms found purchase to the back cushions of the couch as she tried to push herself up a bit. Her limbs felt weak as she eased up to her feet finally. She leaned into the back of the couch, her face flushed with a crimson hue. 

His mouth continued to lavish kisses to her flesh even after she lifted to her feet finally. His arms wrapped about her mid-section as he kept her clutched to him, his fingers stroked along her sides lightly. His words of love fell to her ears through soft whispers. Perhaps he wanted to re-assure her that he did truly love her, even more so now since they shared this with one another. He turned her gently with the guidance of his hands, until she now faced him. His fingers slipped across her cheeks, as he brushed away the tears which stained them. He pressed kisses to her cheeks and then finally to her mouth. 

Their lips met together in the kiss, his moving to claim her mouth within his deeply. She placed her hands to his chest, as if to shove him away. Her fingers curled about the fabric of his shirt, she felt him lean into her. His cock had gone limp by now and it rubbed to the small soft mat of hair that adorned her mound. Soft whimpers escaped between each kiss which found it's way to her mouth. She felt the tip of his tongue run across the soft petals of her mouth. His hand lifted and seized the end of her hair as he kept her close to him. 

He hungerily kissed her, she tasted sweet all over, his teeth raked at her lower lip softly. Finally, he broke the kiss, his heated breath was felt across her face as he whispered, "Next time, I promise to be gentle Joanie... " 

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Joanie's Embarrassing Caning



A pleasant-looking woman who likely was close to 50 walked into UnderCover, the town's popular lingerie shop, accompanied by her 18-year-old daughter, who bore a disgusted look on her face. The elder woman stepped smartly up to the counter and introduced herself to Annabel, a well-dressed woman in her late 40s who worked part-time in the shop and was filling in at that particular time.

"Hello, my name is Kathryn Fenton and this is my daughter, Joanie," she said with a bright smile that Annabel immediately was warmed as she waited to hear what Kathryn was seeking.

"My daughter has been misbehaving and I would like her to be disciplined, as I understand your shop provides this service," Kathryn went on.

"We certainly do provide the service," Annabel responded, "so long as you are a regular customer."

"Oh," said Kathryn, forced to think that over for an instant. "I'm happy to purchase some nice underwear if that is the requirement."

"That will certainly suffice and we appreciate your patronage," Annabel answered. "May I ask what kind of discipline you would like imposed?"

All during this conversation, from which she was pointedly excluded, Joanie stood next to her mother, trying to will herself to be anyplace other than where she was and continuing to scowl.

"I would like her to be caned," Kathryn said plainly.

"Well, we can provide that service for you," Annabel replied. "Would you like me to take her upstairs for the imposition?"

"Yes, of course," Kathryn responded, "but I assume it will be all right if I accompany you?"

"Certainly," Annabel said, as she stepped from behind the counter to lead the two upstairs.

"Mother," Joanie spoke for the first time, "may I be excused for a moment to use the loo?" Joanie, who was home from college for the summer, had been grimacing since entering the shop with her mother. Annabel noticed that Joanie was blonde, tall, and attractive, but that she seemed dressed a bit in the juvenile style, with a short navy skirt, a white blouse that looked cute rather than smart, and with her lovely blonde tresses in pigtails.

Joanie turned to Annabel to inquire as to the location of the ladies' room in the store.

But before Annabel could provide her with that information, Kathryn snapped to her daughter, "No, you may not be excused, Joanie. You've been a very bad girl so you can just wait until you've been disciplined by this nice lady."

Joanie scrunched up her face as if to shoot darts at her mother but kept silent because she clearly recognized that she was in a most vulnerable position as she did not yet know how hard she would be punished.

The three proceeded to the discipline room where Joanie was shocked to see all the canes, straps, and other implements.

Pointing to the long bench, Annabel suggested to Kathryn that Joanie could kneel atop the bench for her punishment.

"That will be satisfactory," Kathryn answered briskly, and then told her daughter to get up on the bench on her knees.

Joanie grimaced but did what she was told and then heard her mother tell Annabel, "Please lift her skirt above her waist and cane her over her knickers."

Annabel stood next to the kneeling young woman and swiftly pulled Joanie's navy skirt above her belted waist, exposing to the saleslady's surprise a tight pair of what looked to be little girls' knickers, with what appeared to be ducks on them. It was obvious that these were too tight for Joanie and that her mother had made her wear them, either for this punishment or perhaps for a longer time for disciplinary or humiliation purposes.

Then Annabel selected a medium-strength cane, one which was firm but had some degree of whippiness, and stood next to Joanie, allowing sufficient apace for her arm to draw the cane back and apply the punishment.

"You may just keep giving her strokes until I decide she's had enough," Kathryn stated, with even more firmness than Annabel had been hearing from the mother.

Annabel lay the cane on Joanie's knickers, which were cut to display a good part of her well-shaped bottom to protrude from the knickers.

Then Annabel drew the cane back and flicked her wrist to impart the first stinging stroke.

"Ayyyouuchh," Joanie blurted out, despite her effort to keep from showing any reaction to the discipline.

Then she started to feel very nervous as she realized that by this time, after receiving a cane stroke for the first time since she was quite a bit younger, she now truly needed to visit the ladies' loo.

"Mom, pleeeeeze, it's really very...urgent," she now said in a sort of cry, "I realllly have to go!!"

Kathryn was impervious to her daughter's plea to avoid what would surely be a major embarrassment and merely said calmly to Annabel, "She always carries on like this when she's to be punished."

Then she said loudly to Annabel so Joanie could hear, "She's behaving very badly. I will have you give her some more strokes for making such a scene here."

Kathryn then motioned to Annabel to resume the caning.

Annabel delivered several more strokes, spacing them nicely across the little panties covering Joanie's attractive bottom so that underneath the knickers, a row of stripes would be emerging.

After the girl had taken eight stinging strokes, Kathryn directed, "Now take those panties down and give her a few right on that naughty bare bottom."

Joanie felt Annabel's experienced fingers reach into the waistband of the childish knickers and pull them down inside out exposing the cotton crotch.

Kathryn peered over to inspect the crotch and saw a few tell-tale yellow stains.

"Did you leak into these knickers or are those old stains when you didn't wipe properly?" she asked her daughter who was already in tears from the eight severe cane strokes.

"I suppose I did let out a tiny bit, Mother," Joanie replied tearfully. "Mama, I really need to go. I can't keeping holding it much longer."

"You'll take the rest of your punishment first," Kathryn decreed.

Annabel now applied her cane to the already-striped bare posterior of the attractive Joanie.

After the second stroke of the resumed imposition flicked across the red stripes, Joanie let out a little cry and both women watching her saw a small trickle of pee emerge from the girl's crotch and land in a small puddle on the floor.

"Mama, I'm sorry," Joanie weeped. "I told you I couldn't hold it any more!! Please let me go in the ladies!!"

"She really is the naughty one," Kathryn said calmly to Annabel. "I'm terribly sorry about her soiling your floor here and she will clean it up. Do you have a bucket or a bowl she can use?"

Joanie's face now turned as red as her bottom, as she pleaded, "Oh please, Mama, please let me use the loo."

Annabel found a small bucket up on a shelf in the adjoining closet, told Joanie to squat over it, and placed it beneath Joanie's bottom.

Kathryn nodded to Annabel to permit the girl to pee and Annabel said, "Go ahead, in the bucket."

Immediately a loud stream of pee hit the bottom of the bucket and gradually a nice foaming brew rose quite far up in the small bucket.

"You've made quite a scene of yourself, girl," Kathryn commented. Then she noticed that Annabel had brought out a large sponge to clean the floor.

Kathryn leaned over, picked up the sponge, and when Joanie had finished peeing into the bucket, Kathryn took the bucket out from under her daughter's bottom and wet the sponge with the urine in the bucket. She then proceeded to apply the wet sponge to Joanie's red bottom.

Joanie's humiliation at this added punishment paled in comparison with the stinging she experienced when the acidic pee was deposited on her cane-stroke-striped bottom. She let out a scream and then looked frightened, hoping her mother would not impose more punishment. Luckily for her, Annabel had not broken the skin.

"Now get back over the horse there," Kathryn ordered her daughter, pointing to the vaulting horse present for use in punishment in the room.

Joanie shamefacedly bent over the horse and Kathryn signaled with her fingers to Annabel to give the girl six more.

Joanie screamed at the pain inflicted by each stroke and barely managed to stay bent over the horse.

Finally, it was over and with a plaintive look, Joanie asked her mother if she could put regular panties on because her bottom was so sore.

Kathryn thought for a moment and for once, relented with a smile and told Annabel to go down and bring back a nice pair of pale blue hicuts for her daughter.

Joanie managed to smile and thank her mother and Kathryn opened her arms to hug her, quite in contrast to the severity with which she had dealt with the situation until then.