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Tease

By: Foxe-Male



I awoke to the sound of a splash. It was Deb in the pool. She always was a morning person. I looked at the clock. 10:00. Hmmm. It was Monday morning. I had taken the week off work for some long overdue stress relief. I looked outside to see Deb moving the chaise lounge chair into the sunshine. 

She was a Sun Goddess. Her tanned body looked exciting in the hot pink bikini that just barely covered her luscious body. Her nipples had become hard from the cold water and breeze and almost poked free from the tiny bikini string which barely covered anything. She did look good, but at 28 I think that most women do that take care of themselves. I was 10 years Debs senior, but she said age didn't matter and she loved me so that was just fine with me.

As I turned I noticed our neighbor George had also noticed my wife sunning herself. As a matter of fact her was straining himself to get a better view of all he could. George was mid- fifties, salt and pepper hair and in fairly good shape for a man his age. He was also a widow. His wife had died the past Christmas and I don't think that he had dated since then. Just then the phone rang and George looked up. I pulled back. I don't know why. I let the phone ring and Deb got up to answer it. As she did one of her breast broke free. And then the other. She just tucked the string under her arm and came in the house. George also got an eyeful.

I met her on the way to answer the phone. "Sorry, Babe. I wanted to let you sleep." She said as I stared at her perfect 36 C's 

"No problem. I was up anyways" and I gave her a long kiss. The phone stopped ringing.

"Always show off like this for the neighbours?" I teased as I gently pinched her nipple.

"Don't start" she said. "Nobody can see our pool"

"No one, but old George"

"George?" 

"He was peeking at you from his kitchen window...He liked what he saw" I said with a sexy voice. "Why don't you go out there and tease that old guy some more? Might be fun."

"David! Stop that!" Deb said as she re-tied her bikini and went back out on the deck.

I watched to see if George saw her return. Sure enough George had taken up his position in his kitchen. I looked out at Deb as she looked at me and then let her gaze drift to George's kitchen window. She smiled her sexy smile and reached back and unfastened her top and exposed her hot nipples to the sun. She rubbed suntan lotion over her breast and her nipples grew hard with the attention that they were receiving. I knew that she was loving playing the tease and she knew that I was loving it too, never mind old George.

I went into the ensuite and opened the window a crack to see if I could get a better look at old George. Sure enough I had a perfect view into his kitchen and of George, but I couldn't see Deb. I looked down and couldn't believe what George had in his hand. I mean of course he had his cock in his hand, but I would never had imagined old Georgey boy was hung. I had heard of horse cocks, but this was the first that I had truly seen. He was at least 3" longer than my 7-1/2", but he was twice as thick and very hard.

I returned to the bedroom to see what Deb was up to. She was now on her stomach and had her legs parted wide enough to show her bikini covered crotch. Some of her black pubic hair was exposed and the centre of her pink bikini had become red with her wetness. She was really enjoying this. No wonder George was wanking off. I returned to the ensuite.

Just as I peeked out the window I heard old George grown. He started to ejaculate in streams.

His cum just kept on pouring out after the initial spurts which must have shot 5 feet. Yes old George had certainly enjoyed the show and for that matter I was also quite aroused as I saw George cum. George had disappeared so I returned to the bedroom and signalled Deb to come in.

As she came in I was bursting to tell her what had happen and of course the size of the old gray mare that lived beside us. As I described his cock and a half I could see she was visually excited by the gleam in her eye. I slipped my hand down between her legs and felt her wetness. 

"I guess old George wasn't the only one getting hot over this, eh Honey" I said with a smirk as I gently shoved my third finger into her.

"And when he came he shot halfway across the kitchen" I said.

All of a sudden she stiffened and had a very large orgasm and started humping my fingers.

"OH YES!" she screamed. "I want George to have a lot of orgasms".

I tore off her bikini and spread her leg and had the best fuck of my life.

The next morning, Deb was again out at the pool, but this time she had on her thong bikini. It really complimented her firm ass. I looked over and saw that George was ready for the show also. Deb was on her stomach and she opened her leg wide. The thong didn't quite cover her tight lips off her ass and you could her pink crack change to a darker colour around her butt hole. I looked over and saw George had made his way to our fence and was peeping over. He must have thought I was at work. 

He grunted " Better put on some lotion or you'll burn where your white". He still had his cock in his hand as he talked thinking no one could see him. Deb looked up at me and winked.

"Would you mind?" she purred.

I couldn't believe how fast the old bugger fastened his pants and moved onto the deck. Deb's stare was directly at George's bulge in his pants and above. She couldn't take her eyes off it.

As George approached, Deb handed him the suntan oil and rolled onto her stomach again. As she did this she exposed the lips of her pussy, which by this time were swollen and wet. My cock grew hard as George started rubbing the white on the cheeks of Deb's ass. Deb moaned and opened her legs wider. George slowly approached her crack with his fingertips and brushed against her butt hole. Deb shuddered. George quickly inserted his index finger into her hot, wet pussy and Deb pushed her crotch toward his hand. Deb undid the side stings of her thong and let it fall onto the deck. By now George had three fingers in her snatch and she was pumping to meet his hand. 

She stopped him and rolled over, exposing her wet pussy to old George. George quickly pulled down his pants and let them fall to his ankles. Deb reached up and took hold of his monster. She squeezed it on his knob with her right hand as she tickled his balls with her left. He was hard and large. She pulled it toward her hungry pussy and George took over. He slowly rubbed his enormous knob around her pussy lips. She begged, "Daddy put it in...Please!" That was all George needed as he impaled Deb with his lance. He started to pump and all I could hear was Deb's purring. Deb came with a scream and then I started cumming in my pants. 

Just then George pulled out. Deb said "George don't stop" George was squeezing the end as not to cum. "Betty would never let me cum in her. She would always make me take it out before I came. That is why we don't have any children." Deb pulled his cock from his death grip and started to yank him off. No sooner had she started he came as before with a gush. His cum squirted onto her breast and then onto her stomach. He just kept cumming. He grunted loud as the final pump ended. "I better get washed up before Dave gets home. Thanks George, I really needed that. Next time I want you to cum inside my pussy"

"Anytime Deb" he said as her quickly pulled up his pants and went back to his home.

As Deb came inside I was all over her. I was so hot I couldn't wait to get my hard member inside her. I rubbed George's cum all over her chest and down onto her stomach. She was covered, but I didn't let her shower until we had fucked our brains out. 

Afterwards, as we lay on the bed Deb asked if I was alright with what had happened. I assured her that I had probably enjoyed it as much as she and George had. She smiled and went off to sleep.

To Be Continued...

Tease



I started doing it when she was fifteen, but I had watched her for a long time before that – ever since the first tiny bumps appeared on her chest and her straight-hipped boy-like figure began to morph into rounded feminine curves. Aaaah, my lovely daughter Jennifer! Even at that tender age, it was clear that in later years she would become drop dead gorgeous. Now, at 20 years old and a full-grown woman, she has fulfilled that early promise and is very sexy with it. Yet at the same time she still retains an air of youthful innocence, if you know what I mean.

The first time was on a weekend that Jennifer and her mother went away to visit my wife’s sister and family. I didn’t get on at all well with my brother, so I was left at home to do odd jobs around the house and garden and generally fend for myself. They were gone for less than half an hour when, walking past her room, I glanced in at the typical teenage-girl chaos and saw them lying on her unmade bed – Jennifer’s panties. The ones she had worn the day before and in bed overnight and had discarded for fresh after her shower that morning. A nasty impulse to go into her room and touch them ran through me. They could be warm still from Her! She would be none the wiser…

I pushed my evil thoughts aside and went on my way. I think I may have taken ten paces, certainly no more, when temptation overwhelmed me. I turned on my heel and went back to my daughter’s room. I pushed her partially closed door wide open and went in. I was walking on tiptoes, goddammit! Despite being alone in the house, it was as if I was scared that someone else might hear me! With my eyes fixed on the object of my base desires, I stepped carefully over and around the piles of “junk” my daughter kept in her horizontal filing system to the side of the bed, where I stood looking down at them for a long time. Then, with trembling fingers, I reached and picked up the tiny scrap of material. It felt warm to my touch. My logical mind told me that her body heat was long since dissipated, but my wildly coursing imagination said otherwise. I lifted my daughter’s panties to my nostrils.

Aaaaah! The scent of Her! The spicy-sharp teenage-girl aroma of her pussy! My imagination ran amok with thoughts of how wet she got down there and, not knowing that youthful hormones randomly raging through her body were to blame, how embarrassed she would be and not understand why it happened. I sucked in my daughter’s musk to the depth of my lungs. I rubbed the gusset of her panties, lightly stained as they were with her female secretions, around my nose and over my lips. I licked them in a vain attempt to taste Her. Dizzy from wanting release, I fell backwards onto her bed, and hastily pushed my chinos and underwear down beyond my knees. My cock was like a rock! I wrapped her panties around it and rubbed furiously. I had never felt such a powerful orgasm before! I felt as if my whole body was about to burst out of me through my cock. I aimed the heavy spurts of my sticky stream to where my fluids would mingle with my lovely Jennifer’s and groaned my depraved ecstasy out loud.

The guilt flooded through me as soon as it was all over. I lay prostrate on her bed with my member slowly softening in my grasp and felt like a perverted, absolute heap of shit. I closed my eyes to shut away the sight of my shame and, also, to fight back the tears of remorse that stung my eyes. I have no idea how long I lay there - I may have even gone to sleep – but at some stage I realised that I was immersed in the scent of Her. It was not just the smell of her pussy; I was breathing in the very essence of Jennifer – the light perfume she wore, her deodorant, a faint undertone of sweat, her shampoo, her sex, and even her toothpaste. 

Jennifer! Jennifer! Jennifer! I rolled onto my front and buried my face in her sheets. I sank joyously into my daughter’s fragrance. My cock hardened again beneath me and I reached to clasp it in my fist. I humped her pillow pretending that her pliant young body was welcoming my thrusting groin. And when the rising tide overwhelmed me, I filled her panties once again with my cum.

I filled those panties so many times that weekend that by the time my wife and daughter were due home they were stiff as a board. In haste, before they arrived, I gathered several other items of clothing waiting to be washed and piled everything into the machine to “dispose of the incriminating evidence”. My wife was quite impressed that I had even got around to doing the laundry for her, as well as all the other jobs!

Over the following months and years I did it as often as I could, masturbating into my Jennifer’s soiled panties, her bras, her nighties – anything of hers I could lay my hands on that had been in intimate contact with her skin. When I could not find any of her recently worn clothing, I took fresh from her drawer, secretly washing and drying it again before putting it back. The feelings of guilt and shame faded away quickly, leaving me enslaved by the thrill and excitement of my crimes. Eventually, knowing that she would soon be leaving High School and home to head off to college, I took to stealing small items to cum into when she was away. I was sure that Jennifer suspected what I was up to, because I found her looking speculatively at me on many occasions, but she never said a thing. Several times I considered bringing things to a head by leaving a pair of her panties stained with my cum for her to find, but every time I “chickened-out” at the last moment. I could not have borne it if I made her so disgusted by me that she never had anything to do with me again.

Once Jennifer was “off our hands” my wife and I split up. It was not an acrimonious episode - there was no “blood on the walls” and we still met regularly to talk about matters of mutual concern. One of Claire’s main reasons for leaving me was that I had stopped paying attention to her in bed. How could I possibly confess to my wife that our daughter had supplanted her place in my desires? Claire was, still is, a very attractive woman, so she quickly found another man who was more interested in satisfying her physical needs than I was. She moved in with him, leaving me alone in our house. Jennifer shared her home time from college between us. It was on one of these weekend visits that my daughter discovered my secret.

I had recently discovered the Literotica site and was so utterly engrossed in reading a story called “Babysitting Elsie” on my computer screen, and jacking myself off at the same time, that I didn’t even hear Jennifer come through the doorway into my home office. Thus, my daughter caught me in front of my computer, naked from the waist down with my pants around my ankles, my cock in one hand and a stolen pair of her panties ready to catch my load in the other. Her quiet “Ahem!” as she cleared her throat killed my impending climax, but not the erection throbbing in my fist. 

A cold ball of ice invaded my gut. I was not expecting a visit from Jennifer that weekend – she was due to stay with her mother. Red-faced with embarrassment, I scrambled to cover my nudity, only to elicit a gentle chuckle from deep in my daughter’s throat and a soft: “Don’t get all hot and bothered, Daddy…or should I say even more hot and bothered? I know you masturbate…I have done for a long time…it’s natural…you have to have relief, I know…”

Still trying to hide my genitals I swivelled on my chair to face her. Jennifer was smiling. Affection for me shone from her eyes, tinged with a trace of amusement. “In fact,” she carried on, “I’m a bit disappointed to see you using something else to stir up your imagination…I’ve always thought you fantasised about me…”

I was flabbergasted that she was taking things so calmly. After all it’s not every day that a girl catches her father having a wank and then talks to him about him thinking of her while he is doing it. “I-I did…and I d-do… And y-y-you d-don’t mind?” I stuttered.

“At first I felt a bit queasy, after all, I was only fifteen going on sixteen and didn’t know a lot about such things, especially when I realised that you were making your sperm go into my panties and my other underwear. Then I thought a lot more about it and ended up feeling quite proud that a young teenager like me was sexy enough to turn you on.”

“And look at you now…!”

“Thank you! So, it wasn’t just a fantasising about a young girl thing?”

“I have to confess, it was at first. But, how did you find out…?”

“You weren’t always clever at putting my things back in the same place in the drawer…and then I started checking the laundry basket.” Jennifer came right into the room, “You know, Daddy, I’ve always wondered what you look like when you do it…what you do… Can you finish yourself off? Do you mind if I watch? I’d like to see your stuff coming out of you…you won’t be too embarrassed?”

My erection, which had been starting to flag, returned with renewed force. My God! This was a dream come true! She dragged the spare office chair up close and sat down in front of me. Our knees were almost touching. Her already very short skirt rode up her beautiful smooth thighs, almost revealing her panties. She saw me looking and guessed my thoughts, “They’re white,” she said, “imagine what they look like on me!” I needed no such encouragement!

Jennifer watched my hand closely while I stroked my shaft. To my surprise, I felt no unease at masturbating in front of my daughter like that. I was doing it as much for her as I was for myself. I fondled my cock slowly and sensuously, and extracted every ounce of pleasure from it. I wanted to make it last, because didn’t know if it would ever happen again.

She said, “We don’t need this do we?” then leaned across and hit the power button on the monitor. As she did so, her legs parted slightly and her skirt slid further up her thighs. I caught a swift flash of white triangle, then it was gone. 

“I suppose you fantasise about taking my clothes off and having sex with me while you do it?” she asked softly.

“S-sometimes I do,” I managed to croak, “but most times, when I can get hold of them, it’s the smell of you on your clothes…”

“You smell my panties…?”

“Yes…”

“I didn’t know you did that,” she said musingly. “I knew that you came into my panties…but…do you ever wish you could cum all over me…?”

I was lost for words. The first tremor of a rising climax hit me with a jolt.

“I too have fantasies, you know, Daddy. Your “innocent little daughter” is a sexual person as well! When you cum this time, can you do it on my leg…for me?”

Jennifer put her hand between her thighs and pulled her skirt right up out of the way. Her hand cupped her crotch, hiding it from me. That made no difference; her invitation to shoot my sperm on her was enough to send me out of control. I pointed my cock at her so that my pearly white streams spurted halfway up her right thigh. The power of my orgasm almost knocked me out! It was just like that first time, when I filled her teenager’s panties with my sperm that Saturday morning five years before! 

Almost before I was completely finished, Jennifer lifted her leg so that her heel rested on the seat of her chair with her bent knee almost at shoulder level. She held her skirt back with both hands. Her legs were parted. Her panties were now fully in my view. My breath caught in my throat when I saw the shadowy outline of her sex behind the fine cotton material and the one or two cute hairs that had managed to escape around the edges. Together, we watched my sperm slide slowly down her lightly tanned skin, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. We held our breath as it neared the triangle of white and then expelled a mutual sigh when the first droplets arrived and began to wet the cloth. A larger dribble split into two parts as it neared her mound. The larger part followed its companions to be soaked up by Jennifer’s panties, but the errant stream took a different course, slipping determinedly lower, into the delightful hollow at the top of her thigh adjacent to the pouting outer boundary of her pussy. Totally mesmerised, I watched it finally disappear beneath the tautly stretched leg of her briefs.

When I eventually tore my gaze away from my daughter’s sex I found her clear blue eyes regarding me steadily. “Wow! That was amazing!” she said happily. Then she smiled broadly and shrugged her shoulders up around her ears: instant flashback to a freckle-nosed five-year-old, with two missing front upper teeth and her hair in bunches, who had just been caught out doing something very naughty. If I was enamoured with my daughter before, I was totally bowled over by her now!

She held out her hand for the stolen pair of panties that I still clasped tightly and used them to wipe my now cold slime from her leg. Then she handed them back to me so that I could mop up the after-cum that was leaking from me. “I expect you’ll want a few moments to yourself, Daddy,” she said warmly. “I stopped for a burger on my way down, so I don’t need to eat. I’ll go to bed now, but will you come and say “Goodnight” before you turn in?”

“Sure, honey…” My mind raced. Was my daughter inviting me to join her in her bed? Did she want to have sex with me? Fresh arousal stirred between my legs making her smile.

Just in case I was jumping the gun with my assumptions, I didn’t go to her room naked, as I would have liked to do. Which was just as well, because it was very obvious that sex with me was not in Jennifer’s programme. Jennifer was having sex with Jennifer; I could see that from the positioning of her legs beneath the bedcovers and the movements of her hand between them. But she did give me the panties that she had just been wearing, “Because I know you would like to sleep with them tonight”. They were really quite damp and smelling magnificently of Her from where she had been rubbing them in her juices while she masturbated, waiting for me to stop by. And she told me that she would be remembering and fantasising about what we did earlier that evening.

I came twice more that night, into those panties, before I dropped off to sleep. And several times I heard my daughter’s uninhibited cries of pleasure from down the hallway and knew that she was doing the same.

The next morning, Jennifer told me the reason for her calling in so unexpectedly: her mother and her new man had to attend a last minute business-related dinner party – one of those events that you go to or your career prospects take a sudden nose-dive. But, she would be going to Claire’s place later that morning. Naturally, I was disappointed that Jennifer was leaving me so soon, but before she went she made up for it in a way I could never have imagined.

It was close to midday when she came to see me where I was hoeing weeds in the vegetable patch. “I am going over to Mom’s in a few minutes, can you do something very special for me before I leave?” she asked shyly. Naturally, I told her that I was happy to do anything she wanted. With a quiet smile, she took my hand, “Oh that’s great! But it can’t be out here, come into your office.”

She sat down on my swivel chair near the computer and gestured to me to stand up close in front of her. My heart almost stopped beating when, with nimble fingers, she undid my belt and zipper and pulled my chinos down to my ankles. My cock sprang to instant hardness inside my underpants, which rapidly joined my chinos, leaving my naked flesh bobbing lazily mere millimetres from her face.

“Ohhh, Daddy!” she sighed. “Your penis is simply awesome!” Her mouth was so close to my rock-like tool, I could feel her breath as she spoke. I sent mental prayers to every god in the universe that she would take hold of it and lead its head to her lips! But again, this was not her intention.

“Can you stroke it for me, Daddy? Please…?”

I was her slave. Fondling my cock like that so close to her, swiftly brought me to the brink of ejaculation. And as my excitement grew, my daughter slowly began to unfasten her shirt, button by button until they were all undone. With her eyes fixed on the hand stroking my cock, she pulled her shirt wide open revealing her lovely breasts encased in a pristine, white bra. Oh God, she looked so beautiful! And then my heart very nearly stopped again when she pulled the cotton material away from her left breast to show me her rounded bosom nestled snugly inside. I almost died at the sight of the glorious upper curve of it and the pinkness of just a suggestion of nipple!

Jennifer let me drink my fill of her while she closely examined the dribbles of pre-cum coming from my knob.

“Are you close to cumming, Daddy?” she asked.

“Y-y-yes, Sweetheart…”

“Aaah, good…and when you do,” Jennifer pulled the bra cup further off her breast, “I want you to make your cum go in here…all over my nipple…”

Which was enough to bring on my explosion! And just as Jennifer had asked, I tucked the head of my cock inside the top of her bra cup and squirted my warm cum at her nipple; where it formed a small puddle with the soft pink of her aureole showing through the translucent white of my sperm. When I was finished, Jennifer pressed the material to her breast and massaged in a circular motion, rubbing my semen into her flesh. She shivered and let out a soft squeak under her breath. Then, looking up to me with shining eyes, she said, “Oooooh! I had such a lovely little orgasm just then!”

With the both of us fully dressed again, my daughter gave me a quick hug and a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you, Daddy…you are sooo cool! Can I come to see you again next Friday?”

…

As the big day drew near, I was like a cat on hot bricks; it seemed as if my cock was permanently hard! When Jennifer arrived on the Friday evening, I was “champing at the bit” in my office. At first, she seemed rather put out by something, just a little off-hand, and I couldn’t understand why that might be. Until, when I asked, she told me that she had hoped to find me waiting for her with my hard penis ready in my hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry Sweetheart...” I apologised, “but it is hard!”

I started to undo my zipper, but Jennifer swiftly dropped to her knees between my legs. “Let me do that,” she said breathlessly, “I really enjoy getting it out!”

And I really enjoyed her ‘getting it out’ as well, even though she didn’t actually touch me.

This time she caught my emissions in her palms. “This is really you!” she smiled, sniffing at the puddles of jism. I found myself hoping that she would put out her tongue and taste Me as well, but she didn't. “I have been trying all week to catch the true scent of your sperm from last weekend, but my panties smell strongly of me as well as you, and my bra also smells of my perfume.” She sniffed deeply again, “But this is simply your sperm smell…kind of like baker’s yeast…and it’s strange looking stuff isn’t it? Just imagine, I am holding millions of tiny “My Daddies” here!”

Afterwards, when she had dried her hands on one of my stock of her panties I had close by, Jennifer invited me to her room to say goodnight to her again. “I reached a decision during the week,” she told me, “I think…I hope you will like my idea…”

My heart leaped in my chest again. Perhaps tonight she intends to allow me into her bed?

I went to her naked, but, erring on the side of caution, I was naked beneath my terry-towel bathrobe. Once again, discretion appeared to have been the correct path, because, just as she was the Friday before, Jennifer was making love to Jennifer with her fingers underneath the covers. Only this time, she had placed a chair at her bedside for me to sit on.

She seemed pleased to see the way I was dressed and told me so. Then, without pausing from her self-pleasuring, she said shyly, “Daddy…this is a big step for me, because girls are naturally very uncomfortable at being looked at “down there”…even by other girls. But, I want to do this for you…and for me as well, of course…Daddy, would you like to watch me doing it…?”




Tease



My member was already stiff with anticipation that Jennifer wanted to have sex with me, but now I surged to extra hardness. “Oh my dear love, there’s nothing more I’d like in the world!”

She flashed a wicked smile at me, “Oh yes there is!” Then she became serious again; “Okay then…you pull back the covers…but do it slowly in case I change my mind…”

And the slower I do it will make you all the more tempting, I thought to myself. If that’s not impossible!

When I leaned forward to take hold of her bedcovers, my robe parted allowing my erect cock to spring into full view. “Oooooh! Hello Daddy’s penis!” Jennifer murmured. “It’s nice to see you hard like that again…”

God! I wished she would lean across and kiss it!

“Perhaps Daddy will play with you while he is watching me…” She looked up to my face, “Can you cum again so soon? Do you think we could cum together…that would be soooo cool!”

In my advanced state of arousal I could have ejaculated in ten seconds flat! But I wasn’t about to tell Jennifer that. Instead, I said, “Of course…we should try to do it…”

I had seen my daughter’s body in bathing costumes at the beach hundreds of times over the years, from ever since she was a toddler. To my lecherously jealous, over-protective fatherly eye, some of the bikinis she started wearing as a teenager were such skimpy affairs they seemed almost non-existent. I had many arguments with Claire over her “letting Jennifer show off her body like that!” and was told “she only wears them when you are around”. But none of these previous sightings had prepared me for the beauty I was about to behold.

My daughter has rounded, perky breasts – the kind that stand up and smile at you, even with her lying down without a bra. Her nipples are small and softly pink. Her tummy is flat with just a hint of muscle tone beneath the skin. Her navel is a perfect jewel. Her waist is narrow, accentuating the subtle flare of her hips. Aaaah, her bottom! Was there ever before another bottom as tight and as delightfully curved? I think not – but then, I am totally biased. She trims the hair on her pubic mound - not to shape it, just to keep it tidy. Her thighs are slim, taut and smooth, without the faintest hint of the cellulite that mars the upper legs of so many young women. And her sex! Oh my, her sex! Delicate hairs framing gloriously pouting lips and a tiny hood peeking cheekily from between them. Pink upon darker pink of many shades! A perfect, exotic flower!

Jennifer was not pulling and tugging at her labia in the way one sees in porn movies, quite the opposite. The movements of her fingers were swift and delicate, mostly concentrating on the fiery red nubbin above the entrance to her vagina. Occasionally, she dipped her fingers into her sheath to bring forth lubrication. She was wet! Her entire genital area gleamed with wetness. The insides of her thighs at the top were wet. A growing patch of wetness stained the sheet beneath her. The earthy fragrance of her sex filled my nostrils. The muscles in her belly, buttocks and thighs tightened and released with grinding, thrusting movements of her abdomen as if Jennifer was responding to an imaginary cock plunging and jabbing deep inside her. Her breath rasped in her throat. A rosy flush invaded her chest, moving down from her neck; my daughter was close to orgasm.

Suddenly she let out a choking moan, “Daddy! Daddy! Can you cum soon? I’m…! Oh God! Cum over me please! Quickly…!”

Her body took control, arching rigidly, clasping her thighs tightly around her hand, and then snapping into a series of writhing, shuddering jerks. I had been keeping myself on the edge of cumming while I watched Jennifer pleasure herself, so I was ready. Hastily, I knelt astride her hips on the bed, It took only two or three rapid strokes from my palm and my jism erupted from me in flying streams all over her heaving belly. She screamed as she felt my semen splashing on her, seemingly taken over by an immediate, second orgasm.

I stayed on my knees astride her, watching her trembling body slowly calm down and the joyful grimace of ecstasy on her face relax into a serene calm. When she finally opened her eyes, they shone like stars. Spots of high colour burned on her cheeks and her hair was plastered to her forehead with perspiration. “Oooo, Daddy! That was so awesome!” she breathed. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that one before!”

She dabbled her fingers in the puddles of sperm decorating her taut belly, “In fact, I came a second time when I felt your sperm landing on me…I didn’t know that was possible…”

Jennifer looked down to the base of my belly to where I was still stroking my cock. After-cum dripped from my tip onto her flesh. Incredibly, I was still hard! She licked her lips and a strangely determined expression crossed her features. It seemed as if she had suddenly reached a momentous decision. I felt the movements of her legs spreading wide apart on the bed behind me. She reached out as if to take my penis from me. My heart leapt into my throat! It was going to happen! I was going to have sex with my lovely daughter at last!

“Daddy…W-will you please m-make…” she started to say, then a look of consternation furrowed her brow. “Oh gosh! Daddy, please let me up…I have to go to the bathroom!”

The moment was lost in that mad scramble to let her go. She didn’t even have time to close the bathroom door properly and I clearly heard the long tumultuous splashes of urine in the toilet bowl. When she returned, Jennifer was back in full control of her emotions. Every trace of my sperm was gone from her body as well – she must have cleaned herself in the bathroom.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, ruffling my hair, “but I think you should get back on your chair now.”

Reluctantly, I got up from where I had been lying on her bed waiting for her. There was no point in making a scene or trying to force the issue; whether or not we had sex was Jennifer’s decision to make.

She sensed my disappointment, “Stay for a while, Daddy, I’d like to talk…”

Unabashed by her utter nudity, my daughter lay down on her bed without pulling the covers over her. When she felt the cold soggy patch beneath her bum, she pulled a wry face and scooted across the mattress, closer to me. She looked so enchanting lying there, so near and yet untouchable! When she took hold of my hand, I told her how beautiful she was and she thanked me, saying that she didn’t think of herself as anything special. “You are a Goddess!” I told her, making her laugh with pleasure. She relaxed totally, even letting her legs fall apart so that I could admire her feminine secrets without restriction.

“You know, Daddy…can I call you Rick? It seems silly…”

“Sure you can,” I told her. And, at the same time, the thought flashed though my mind that Jennifer calling me my given name instead of ‘Daddy’ might eventually ease her mind about letting me go to bed with her.

“I think about you often when I am masturbating,” she murmured, “I imagine you undressing me, and putting your hands on me. I think about you kissing my body and…” her faced flushed a deep red, “and I imagine you making love to me…like I was when I was making myself cum just now…”

Was Jennifer inviting me to make a move on her? I thought not. She was in one of those post-orgasmic moods that women often get, where they want to talk about feelings. But at the same time, I wasn’t going to ignore an opportunity to lay some groundwork, so to speak, so I asked her: “How do you feel about that?”

“It’s scary, because it’s wrong…incest is wrong, isn’t it? But it’s sooo exciting at the same time. Daddy…sorry…Rick, don’t get upset, but it will only ever be a fantasy for me. I know I nearly gave way a moment ago…and when I was in the bathroom I was cursing our bad luck that I suddenly had to have a pee. Until that happened, I was ready…I wanted you to do it…to feel you inside me.” She squeezed my hand, “I am still a virgin, you know…”

Feeling a tiny bit flustered by that frank admission, and also wanting to show trust in her, I guess, I muttered, “I’d never thought for one moment that you…”

She laughed warmly, “Well, my room mate and my other buddies at college say it’s about time I did something about it…that I’ve held onto my cherry for far too long. Would you mind if I did?”

“Well, naturally…all fathers feel “protective” about that kind of thing…”

“But you feel about me more deeply than most, I know…but, I am going to give it away some day, Rick, even though I won’t be doing it with you, you won’t be losing me…not completely.”

I didn’t like talking about some other guy having her instead of me, so I decided to change the subject. “You masturbate a lot then?”

Jennifer laughed again, “Far too much, according to Libby, my room mate, she thinks that I’m oversexed! Mind you, I’ve heard her diddling away in the middle of the night, so she’s no angel!”

“You don’t masturbate together then?”

Another laugh and a hand-squeeze: “You’ve been reading too many of those stories on the Internet, Rick! Ummm, no…well, to tell the truth, I have done it at the same time as her… in my own bed…but I don’t think she knows…”

“Oho! Did you think about her while you were doing it?”

“Daddeee! Of course not! I mean, I like Libby a lot, and she is very pretty with a terrific figure…you’d drool if you saw her! Perhaps I should bring her home with me one weekend? I’ve told her what a sexy father I’ve got and she seemed very interested. Hmmmm, on second thoughts…

“But she doesn’t have any affect on me at all in a sexual way. I’ve never felt anything like that for any girl…well…I haven’t yet anyway. What I mean is…I’ve heard that sex between girls can be simply amazing, but I’ve never met anyone yet that has made me want to try it. Perhaps I will one day…”

“Okay, sorry…I guess if you’re mad enough to believe those stories, you’d think that college girls are “at it” all the time! But you enjoy masturbating…and you think about me sometimes…”

Jennifer closed her eyes and smiled dreamily, “Oh no, I think about you and what you wish you could to do to me constantly…sometimes I make myself cum six or seven times…” She slipped her free hand between her legs and began to touch herself. This time she did it slowly, sensuously, gently caressing and exploring the folds of her pussy. Re-aroused to an unimaginable hardness but without an urgent need for release, I looked on silently, almost afraid to breathe in case I disturbed her. I became utterly rapt with the loving way she fondled herself, with the way her nipples swelled erect without the need for manual stimulation, and at the lift and roll of her pelvis as she greeted that imaginary cock. I drowned in her woman-smell, stirred deeply by the faint, wet sounds of her fingers moving on her sex. 

When Jennifer came it was with a fierce, quiet intensity. She gripped my hand with surprising strength and bit her bottom lip so hard that I thought she must surely draw blood. When it was all over, without opening her eyes, she whispered, “This time, I imagined that we made love…like we were going to earlier, before I had to pee…it was so beautiful!”

“You are right, Sweetheart, you were very beautiful…”

“But, Rick, you had better leave now…before I weaken again…”

I covered my daughter with her sheet and blanket and kissed her softly on her forehead. “Thank you,” she smiled happily, “sleep well.”

Sleep overtook me almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. No more masturbating for me that night! But, I was awoken in the small hours by a sharp cry from along the hallway – was Jennifer fantasising about us again, or was someone else occupying my place in her thoughts?

Jennifer again went to see Claire at midday; she would stay with her mother that night and return to college on Sunday. Just before leaving, she asked my if I would give her “another gift to take with me.” Naturally, I needed no persuasion! I fully expected her to ask me to cum in her bra again, “Maybe over the other nipple this time?” But Jennifer said, “No, I have something else in mind.” 

Standing up close in front of me, she undid the button at the waist and slowly started to unzip her jeans. “You like cumming into my panties, don’t you?”

I nodded, with my eyes on her as she slowly revealed herself.

“Well, I want you to cum into them now…with me inside them.”

My pants and underwear were around my ankles and I had my cock in my hand in two seconds flat! While I stroked myself towards a climax, my daughter seductively caressed the flawless skin of her belly and slipped her hand inside her panties to ruffle her pubic hairs and rub lightly in the beginning of her vaginal cleft. Once again, she had me utterly mesmerised!

She saw my pre-cum emerge. “Are you nearly ready?” she asked. “I can’t wait to feel your warm cum again. Aim it on my tummy just above my pubes, please, I want to see it run through my hairs and down underneath…”

“Y-Y-Yessss!” My climax hit me like a pile driver. Seeing it coming, Jennifer pulled her panties aside to receive my “gift”. My sperm squirted from me, splashing in gobs on her lovely skin and began to slide down thickly into her bush. I jerked forward uncontrollably, banging the head of my cock on her as a wild jolt sparked through me, making us both jump. I left it resting against her belly with my last weak jets spurting from me. She didn’t seem to mind it being there for a few moments, then she smiled and asked me to, “Shift it out of the way please, Rick…I can’t see what’s happening.”

My sperm glistened on her and in the start of her crease. Smiling secretly to herself, Jennifer rubbed it into her mound with her fingertips, matting the hairs and pushing my sticky fluids down underneath between her labia. “Don’t worry,” she told me, “I have started using protection…” Then, satisfied with her efforts, although she did not orgasm this time, she thanked me with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to return on the following Friday.

…

My naked erection and I were ready for Jennifer when she arrived - I would have looked a complete idiot if she had decided to bring her friend Libby with her for the weekend, but I didn’t consider that at the time. But Jennifer was on her own and immensely pleased when she saw me, pushing my legs apart and dropping to her knees between them to closely admire my stiff cock and other appendages. Kiss it! I pleaded mentally, but to no avail.

I heard her unzip her jeans and slide her hand inside. “You wouldn’t believe how wet I am down here,” she murmured. “I left a stain on the car seat when I got out…too much thinking about tonight on the way down!

“I’ve been looking forward to this so much! Have you been saving yourself?”

She must have read my mind, because I hadn’t masturbated all week, saving my “strength” for this moment. 

“I have been a good girl too…I only did it once…when it got too “heavy” while I was thinking about what I want us to do tonight!”

“This sounds very intriguing, what do you have in mind?”

“Well, for starters…” Jennifer undid the first two buttons of her top and shrugged it and her bra straps off her shoulders, leaving them and her chest and neck bare. Then she shuffled on her knees closer to me so that her face was nearby my busily stroking hand, “When you cum, I want you to do it on my face…tell me when you’re close, because I don’t want to get it in my eyes.”

To all you guys out there with daughters: there’s nothing quite like having your girl kneel there in front of you toying with herself while she waits for you to cum all over her. You can smell Her, you can hear the wet noise of her fingers as she touches herself, and you can feel her panting breath on your hand and cock as you bring yourself closer and closer to spraying her with your load. There’s nothing quite like seeing your daughter shut her eyes and tilt her head back to receive your sperm. And there’s nothing quite like watching and feeling it squirt from you to splash on her soft skin. There’s nothing quite like seeing her, quite involuntarily, put out the tip of her tongue to lick up a droplet of semen that landed on her lips, and know that the fruit of your loins has just tasted You. You get a tremendous thrill from the thought that, now she has your flavour, if there ever is another time like this, she will open her mouth wide to let you shoot your jism inside. She may even take your cock in her mouth and suck you until you explode against the back of her throat! And there is nothing quite like the thrill of knowing that cumming over your daughter’s face is her idea, her choice, and, judging by the smile on her face, she loves every second of it!

Jennifer orgasmed with a coughing groan and buried her face against the inside of my thigh. Her hair tumbled over my groin and I shot my last spurts in among its silky strands. She could have stayed there “forever” as far as I was concerned, but she quickly recovered with a huge, very pleased grin and a happy, “Wow! That was just awesome! Just like I imagined it would be!” Then, while I wiped her face, she told me other things that she had been thinking of in the past week.

“I want us to be in your room tonight…on your bed…and I want to cum again, and again, and again! All night long!

“And I’ve decided that I want you to undress me sometimes…and I want us to touch each other as well. We can do it anywhere as long as we stay away from the “dangerous bits”…like my pussy, my breasts and my bottom, and your penis. But we can go quite close, just as long as we don’t actually touch those parts…can you manage that? Otherwise, it’s no deal…”

I told her that I could.

Taking my daughter’s clothes off that first time was a heart-thumping, fumbling-fingered, hands-shaking affair. I had never felt so nervous before. Not even on my wedding night with Claire. Not even as a callow fourteen-year-old youth slipping my hand under my girlfriend’s top in the dark back row at the movies to cop my very first feel of pliant pubescent tit!

“Do you like my breasts?” Jennifer asked me, knowing full well that I would rave about them, which I did. Her tip-tilted nipples, perfectly swollen with her arousal, just begged to be kissed and sucked, but I somehow managed to avoid the temptation.

I dropped to my knees and, cupped Jennifer’s slender torso just below the curve of her breasts, with my palms at her sides and my thumbs pointing to the middle. Slowly, reverently, I ran my hands down over her ribcage and her waist until they came to rest on the waistband of her jeans at the flare of her hips. She was so soft, and smooth, and warm! And her tiny, almost invisible body down sprang to attention on my passing. I took a chance, fully expecting an immediate rebuff, pressing my face to her and kissing the jewel-like depression of her navel with a flickering tongue. God! Her body smelled and tasted so good! 

Instead of pushing me away, my daughter stroked my hair and held me there. With my lips, I could feel her rapid heartbeat through her skin. Then, I kissed and nuzzled gently from her navel down to her jeans, to where I could go no further. I looked up to see the expression on her face. She smiled down at me beatifically. Her pupils were huge pools of hunger. “Mmmmmm! That is soooo sexy!” she murmured huskily.

She undid the steel button holding the waistband together. She had not bothered to pull up her zipper when we came upstairs and the stiff material parted, revealing more bare, soft flesh to the start of her panties. The ozone and spice fragrance of her sex filled my nostrils. If I had carried on with my kisses, burrowing in her damp, springy pubic hairs with my tongue, following the progress of her jeans and panties as I slipped them down to uncover her womanhood, I am sure Jennifer would not have stopped me. But, reluctantly, I stuck to my promise and devoured her with my eyes instead.




Tease



The crotch of her jeans and her panties were soaked with her moisture, just as she had warned me they were when she first arrived. The gusset of her panties clung to her pussy lips when I pulled them off her, as if it was reluctant to leave her feminine secrets naked and exposed to my hungry gaze. When her clothing reached her ankles, Jennifer put her hands on my shoulders for balance and stepped daintily clear of it. Then she twirled slowly in front of me, showing off every delightful inch of her lower half. I dipped and kissed each firm rounded buttock as it moved past, making her giggle with pleased amusement.

“Am I beautiful, Daddy?”

Was she subtly reminding me of our daughter-father relationship by not calling me Rick?

“Sweetheart, there are simply no words to adequately describe just how wonderful you are!” I told her.

“I think you truly mean that, “she murmured appreciatively, “I want to show you everything…and then you can do something really special for me. But first we need to get all your clothes off. It’s ridiculous me being as naked as the day I was born with you still half-dressed…”

With Jennifer squatting down to relieve me of the pair of briefs I had slipped on before we came upstairs, I was struck by an almost irresistible urge to keep her there and offer her my already resurgent cock to suck. But I managed to ward off the impulse somehow and offered my hand as support instead while she regained her feet. When she helped me to shed my tee shirt, she let out a surprised wolf-whistle and the comment, “Not bad Rick! Not bad at all!” My daughter had not seen me without a shirt on in over two years, and, since Claire left me, I had been working out at the gym 3 to 4 times a week. Okay, I will never make the cover of Men’s Fitness magazine, but the podgy, middle-aged office worker body is history, replaced by firmly toned muscle. 

“You have no idea how much sweat and toil has gone into that!” I grinned proudly.

“Worth it though,” she sighed, then ran her hands over my shoulders and down my chest and belly. For a long second or two, they hovered above my erect shaft, until she muttered softly under her breath” Stick to the rules, Jennifer, stick to the rules!”

She crawled into the middle of the mattress on hands and knees, her breasts dangling and swaying like luscious exotic fruits from her chest. After she pulled one of my pillows to her, Jennifer lowered and rested her cheek on it, leaving her gorgeous rump high in the air with her legs slightly parted. She wasn’t joking when she said she wanted to show me ‘everything’. She was all there for me to see: the smooth columns of her thighs; her taut belly; the swell of her hips; the firm globes of her buttocks; and, nestled snugly in between them, the dark-pink, puckered star of her anus. Her plump, pouting-lipped pussy, rimmed by soft springy curls, gaped open slightly to show the slick shades of soft pink within and the shut yet inviting entrance to her vagina. I immediately wondered if my daughter’s tight little back entrance featured in her masturbatory fantasies. I was soon to find out that it did. But first, she told me to get in close behind her, “Really close, Rick…and when you cum, make sure it goes on me…do I have to spell out where?”

“I think I will figure it out…!”

She started by gently tracing her pink-centred folds with her fingertips, massaging and parting them to explore the darker shades within, and caressing her hot little pleasure-nubbin in a sensually slow circular motion. She really needed no further lubrication, but she was soon delving with two and three fingers into her small rose-coloured vaginal hole to bring forth glistening body juices to spread liberally around her already slippery, woman-fragrant sexual parts.

Jennifer’s thighs and stomach muscles began to tremble. Her breathing became faster and more ragged. Her swollen nipples ripened to bursting point. My daughter was about to cum! With a gasping sigh she entered herself with her thumb and, using long, deep thrusts, she fucked herself steadily. At the same time, she circled and caressed her anal entrance with the slippery tip of her index finger. She teased us both, knowing that the anticipation of seeing her finger slide inside that forbidden place was bringing me rapidly to my climax. She also knew that it would take one word only from her to spur me into replacing her thumb with my rampant cock! I understood now that she desperately wanted to have my cock inside her! And I desperately wanted her! But Jennifer was using the denial to tease our senses, to heighten our desire, and to raise the intensity of our orgasms to higher peaks of ecstasy.

Little droplets of pre-cum flew from the end of my knob and spattered on her upraised ass. My cock touched her warm flesh several times with the vigour of my stroking massage, sending electric shocks through me. Suddenly, the leaping jolts of my climax arrived. Sperm arced from my tip, splashing in gobs exactly where she wanted it – on her finger and into her anal pucker. Using this fresh, warm, slippery lubricant to full advantage, Jennifer slid her finger into her anus, immediately triggering her own orgasm.

The power of her orgasm made Jennifer slump back against me. My cock slid down her ass-crack and between her legs - instant feelings of wet heat before she reached back and grasped it tightly. I thought for an instant that she was about to feed my still pulsing shaft into the satin tunnel where it belonged, but she was only making sure it didn’t slip in there by mistake. Then she collapsed horizontal on the bed, dragging me down with her.

It was quite some time before we recovered. Eventually, we untangled ourselves and she released her grip on my now limp tool. “Sorry,” she murmured groggily, “that was such an enormous experience, I didn’t want either of us to lose control…” I tried to tell her it was okay, but, to me, my reassurances sounded pretty lame.

We talked quietly for a while, gently stroking the “safe” places, letting our heart rates return to normal and the sweat cool on our bodies, and re-affirming where we were with each other. She asked me, “If there was one thing you could have done while we were doing that, apart from having sex with me of course, what would it have been?”

“Aaaaah, Jennifer! The smell of your sex is so wonderful, I wished I could put my face between your legs and taste you…”

“That sounds like a very erotic idea…kind of dangerous as well. But, let’s see…”

She raised her knee so that I could watch as she reached between her legs and inserted her long middle finger deep into her vagina. Then she brought the shining digit up to me and painted my lips with the honey and salt tang of Her.

My memories of the rest of that night are a just blur of climaxes, one after the other. I had no idea I could cum so many times, although, towards the end, it was just sensation with only tiny amounts of ejaculate to show for it. I came all over her, on her back, her belly, her breasts, her buttocks, her thighs, in her armpits, and again on her face. And together, we massaged my semen into her skin. Jennifer orgasmed far more often than I could - it seemed as though as soon as she recovered from one orgasm, she was ready to begin again. I still have a vivid picture in my mind of her kneeling astride my face with droplets of her sex-lube raining on me as she brought herself off. God, how I wanted to grasp her hips and pull her down to me!

We finally decide to sleep when dawn started breaking; Jennifer had to look reasonably refreshed when she arrived at her mother’s later that morning! As usual, before leaving, she asked me if I could give her a small gift to take with her. After our marathon night it was small, but I managed something. This time she bent over and slipped her jeans and panties down at the back, and I squirted my sperm deep into the inviting cleft of her ass-crack. When I asked why she asked for the ‘little gift’ every time, Jennifer told me that she got a charge out of going to Claire’s with my sperm clinging to a secret part of her body. Also, her mother’s new man had started to come on to her when Claire wasn’t around, and she has thought how amusing it would be to one day show him why she isn’t interested in his advances.

So, this is the pattern we have built up. Jennifer visits me on Friday night for shared masturbation, complete visual revelation, and almost chaste tactile exploration of each other’s bodies. And then, along with a parcel of Me smeared somewhere on her person, she goes to see her mother for the Saturday night before returning to college on Sunday. Almost every time now, my daughter asks me to cum on her face. One time I spurted all over her lips and she let them part slightly to allow my sperm to dribble inside. Afterwards, she told me I had been very naughty and I was not to do it again. But she now openly licks up my sperm if she can reach it with her tongue. She also wets her fingers with her sexual juices and brings them to me to lick.

Jennifer is still a virgin as far as I know; at least, she hasn’t said otherwise. And she hasn’t experimented with girl-girl sex either. Although once, her room mate sprang a surprise in the middle of the night by climbing into bed with her and attempting to start something. “That was a difficult few minutes,” she told me, “but Libby and I are still friends.”

My daughter is due to arrive at any moment – I must be ready for her. On the last two Fridays, she has led me straight upstairs to my bed and asked me to cum directly over her wide-open pussy. It is agonising being just millimetres away from thrusting into her hot wet little hole, but I respect her trust in me. Perhaps tonight she will hold out her arms and say, “Daddy, please, shall we make love?”



Tease



She lay there, trembling. 

The vibe, small and purple, single battery operated had seemed harmless enough when he’d pulled it out of the drawer. He was expecting company, though didn’t want her to feel like he wasn’t thinking about her and caring for her needs. 

His words, full of wicked promise and sweet torment rolled through her brain. “On your back, sweet wench, and spread your thighs wide, hands above your head and crossed at the wrists,” he’d said. The glint in his ocean colored eyes had been lustful and filled with sadistic desire. 

The vibe, no longer harmless rested against her clit, turned on full. It was held in place by a deep purple velvet rope wrapped around her thighs and up through the crack of her ass. Her wrists were cuffed in his…and hers favorite steel cuffs. There were two keys, one of which he always kept with him and the other dangled above her head on a hook just barely out of her reach.

She squirmed. She wiggled. She struggled to get away from the vibrations. She struggled to get closer to them. 

She moaned. She purred. She sighed in frustrated bliss.

She could hear him down the hall in the living room talking with his guest, laughing every now and then. For a brief moment she wondered if he’d forgotten about her, but she quickly dismissed the thought as ridiculous. He loved to torture her. He loved to push her right up to the edge of sanity and occasionally, he’d let her go over, catching her just before she hit the ground.

Glancing around the room, she searched for anything to take her thoughts off of the vibrator, anything at all. She was desperate for a focal point, something she could concentrate on, something to make her forget about the orgasm that shimmered just around the bend in her mind.

It would be so good, she told herself. It would feel amazing and she knew that if she just let go and stopped fighting it, that it would erupt within her. She also knew the guilt she would feel and could imagine the disappointment in his eyes when she confessed. And she would confess for she could hide nothing from him.

“So, how’s my little cunt?” She looked over at the door as he walked in. Stopping beside the bed, he reached over and turned the vibe on high causing her to jolt and tug at her restraints. “Is it swollen and wet after that little session?” he asked nonchalantly. 

“Y-yes, master,” she blurted out, her need and lust for orgasm beginning to clamor for priority.

“Are you finding it more difficult not to come? I mean, my little slave cunt hasn’t had release for at least two days.”

His conversational tone was driving her mad. “Yes, master.”

“Good,” he said, turning off the vibrator and slipping a long finger up inside her pussy, sliding it in and out slowly. “You are very wet, slave. I’m pleased. You seem to enjoy this little session.” 

He slowly pulled the vibe away from her cunt, dragging the very tip against her raw and sensitive clit. Her back arched off the bed and a whimper escaped her lips. With a few minor adjustments, he had the rope re-positioned to nestle snuggly against her wetness. 

His lips caressed her forehead. “I have to run to the store, princess,” he said, sliding the wet sex toy inside her mouth and watched intently as she suckled her own juices off of it. Such a kinky little slut she was. He turned away and walked towards the door, then, as though an idea had just struck him turned back to look at her. “By the way, the more you squirm, the tighter the rope becomes.”

She watched as he walked out, the vibrator still in her mouth, rocking her hips upwards, rubbing herself against the rope. She yanked hard on the cuffs, listening to the metal rattle against the metal of the headboard, taunting her with her captivity. Her breathing was starting to become harsh and labored around the fake cock, and drool slipped from between her lips, sliding down her chin. 

She let out a tormented sob.

Rain ran in steady streams down the windows and somewhere a clock ticked off the seconds. She kept trying to count them, to gain a hold on how long it had been since he’d left, but she kept losing hold on her ability to concentrate. The sensations against her clit, so sensitive and acute combined with the uncontrollable upsurge of her pelvis grinding into the taut velvet prison that held her secure.

Her gaze darted wildly around the room as the tension in the bindings tightened. In her mind she cursed him, blessed him, hated him, loved him. She detested her submission and adored his dominance while at the same time, feeling quite the opposite. She struggled against her need to keep masturbating herself against the rope and her wish that the cock in her mouth were real, belonging to him…unrelentingly hard and fucking her face.

“Hello princess. Did you miss me?”

She whipped her head around to see him lounging against the doorframe, casual and unconcerned for her state of frenzied need. He was too wicked by half, she thought, seeing the look on his face and knowing there was no mercy forthcoming. 

“Oh dear. You can’t talk can you? Poor baby slut.” 

There was not one shred of sympathy in his voice and her frustration only grew at his taunting. He moved towards her, his long fingers caressing her cheek, her jaw, wiping the drool from her chin and smearing it across one of her nipples.

He pulled the vibrator out of her mouth, dragging the tip down her body, teasing her tits and sending volts through her by turning it on high as he rotated it around her areolas. The fingers of his other hand slid between her legs, tugging on the rope.

“You’ve soaked it, my little toy and this is my favorite one, too. You know that I shall have to punish you for ruining the exquisite velvet braids with your cunt juices…albeit delicious cunt juices. Do you have anything to say for yourself, girl?”

He looked at her with one raised eyebrow as he laid the vibe across her nipple. She moaned and whimpered and arched upwards with her whole body. 

“P-please master.”

“Please what princess? Does my sweet little wench want to come?” He placed the vibrator on her other nipple, swirling the tip around, arousing her to fevered pitches beyond compare. “Does she need to come?”

“Y-yes please m-master.”

“Such pretty begging. Perhaps I shall let you.” He trailed the tip of the vibrator down her belly and lifted the rope out of the way, sliding the toy slowly all the way inside of her. Her ‘oh god’ moan and shiver of pleasure brought a smile to his face…a wicked and naughty smile. “Then again, perhaps I won’t.”

Her frustrated and agonizing groan was his reward.

He placed the rope back against her clit and turned the plastic dick on high. With his fingers he flicked her nipples, pulled them, twisted them, pinched them. He watched intently as her body undulated and squirmed on the bed. She was frantically trying to reach for the orgasm that shimmered just beyond her reach, hovering there on the horizon of her pleasure, teasing her.

“Such exquisite torture, my little slave cunt,” he murmured softly. “Mine. My torture of you. My pain and my pleasure. Everything you are belongs to me.”

She pulled at the cuffs that bound her wrists and groaned as new heights of sensation rocked her.

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to count down from ten. When I get to one, you may come.”

Her eyes widened excitedly and trepidation filled her. Could she do it? She’d never come on command before. What if she wasn’t ready? What if she came before he reached one? What if… “Y-yes Master.”

“That’s my girl. Ten. Nine. Eight.”

Her hips twisted sharply, her eyes closed, and her tits swelled. Her toes curled into the blanket on the bed.

“Seven.”

She clenched her pelvic and anal muscles, straining.

“Six. Hold on princess.”

She balled her fists up tight and tried counting herself…back down from one hundred.

“Five.”

“Oh god,” she moaned.

“Four.” He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, nibbling on the sensitive nub. Her back arched up and her breath caught as the rope tightened a little more, pushing the vibe deeper inside.

“Three. Almost there.” He licked her belly and tickled his way down between her thighs. 

She gasped. “M-master.”

“Two.” Whispered against her wet cunt, her scent invading him, filling him, her lust very nearly overwhelming. His cock strained painfully against the inside of his jeans. 

Her body shook and spasmed uncontrollably.

“One.”

Her scream filled the apartment, bouncing off the walls. Her body tensed and grew taut…only her hips moved, bucking and fucking themselves against the bindings holding her and the fake cock filling her. The handcuffs rattled obscenely against the iron of the headboard, clanking as she tugged…trying to get away from the orgasm and trying to get inside of it all at the same time.

He watched her, his precious fucktoy coming on command for him. He couldn’t help but smile. She had grown so much for him and for herself. The slave inside of her was more pronounced and she was proud…proud to belong to him, proud to be slave to him, and proud to slave for him. 

He touched her forehead with this hand, wiping her brow and stroking the sweat-drenched hair from her face. “My little slave cunt. My little whore. I’m proud of you.”

And he was.

And she smiled. 



Tease: Amazing Race 2



Disclaimer: I do not own The Amazing Race, CBS does, nor any of the people from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"Chris, man that woman is driving me crazy," said Alex. 

"I can see that she is such a tease," said Chris. 

"Everybody is out here in these tents and she's flirting right in Wil's face," said Alex. 

"She's so naughty that would have to be why Wil argues with her so much," said Chris. 

"I know, I think she does it deliberately," said Alex.

'Alex is so sexy and Chris is just gorgeous I really need to get this out of my system so I think I really should just go in there and get what I want there probably isn't going to be another chance for me to do this,' thought Tara as she walked to a tent.

"Tara what are you doing in here?" asked Alex as she entered their tent. 

"Doing this," replied Tara saucily as she went over to him and kissed him hard. 

After awhile of hesitation Alex returned the kiss as equally forceful. Tara placed her hands under his shirt and began to push it up as she continued to devour his mouth. She leaned back as Alex pulled off her shirt. 

She quickly pulled his shirt over his head and started kissing down his body exploring the muscles on his chest and torso. When she got down to his shorts she slid them off exposing his strained boxers. Alex laid his head back against the sleeping bag as she began to massage him through his boxers, she then turned around and looked at a rather stunned Chris trailing her eyes down his tensed body she saw how restraining his pants looked. 

"Chris come over here and join us," she said as she slipped her hand into Alex's boxers making him groan.

When he walked over to her Tara pulled Chris's shirt over his head and trailed her hand down his chest while continuing to tease Alex. Chris straddled her and unclasped her bra, pulling it off he bent down and sucked her nipples, Tara reached down and pushed her hand into his pants rubbing him against his boxers. 

As she rolled over on top of Chris, Alex moved over and slid down her shorts and panties and began to stimulate her clit with his fingers making her moan as she continued to massage Chris's erection. 

Chris pushed her off and she then tugged down his pants and then his boxers, Chris moved up to her face and she began licking around the tip of his erection making him moan. She smothered a shriek as Alex pushed two fingers deep into her lowering his mouth to massage her clit with his tongue while moving his fingers inside of her.

"Ohh Alex, keep doing that!" sighed Tara. 

She pushed Chris' thick erection inside her mouth and moved her tongue over the straining mass making him groan. 

"Ahhh Tara, that's amazing," groaned Chris. 

Alex lifted his head and said to her "Have you ever had a man in your arse before?" 

"No..noo... I haven't," stammered Tara as Alex resumed sucking on her pussy. 

Alex pushed his fingers back into her wet clit and then to her surprise pushed them into her arse. Moaning around Chris' thick cock sent shivers of ecstasy up his spine and he groaned out. "Ahhhh.." and started gyrating his hips into her mouth. 

The continued vibrations from Tara's moaning started to make him crazy. Tara increased the speed of her tongue and as she felt him tighten she prepared to take his come. 

As he tried to stifle his louder groans he came in Tara's mouth. She swallowed as much as she could while Alex continued to torture her clit holding back just enough to deny her release. Chris pressed his mouth over hers and kissed her deeply as Alex increased his pace continuing to lube her arse.

She screamed into Chris' mouth as she came with force. "I have so got to repay you for that," gasped Tara as she turned around yanked Alex's boxers off and began to greedily devour his thick meat. 

She felt herself becoming aroused again as Chris licked and sucked points over her neck and shoulders. Licking and sucking around Alex's large dick she felt him begin to squirm under her ministrations. Once he began moaning she knew she had him she shrieked around his dick as Chris unexpectantly thrust a finger into her now well lubricated arse and began stimulating. 

Tara began throwing everything she could at getting Alex to come as soon as possible. 

"Ohhh god.. Tara!!" shouted Alex as he rocked his hips into her face. 

He couldn't hold it back any longer once Tara began humming, the vibrations making the sensations almost unbearable. He gripped her shoulders as he came overwhelmingly his hoarse cries shouting her name.

"Oh.. fuck I think everybody would have heard that," panted Alex. 

"Maybe," smirked Chris as he thrust another finger in Tara's arse stretching her further. 

"Oh god Chris, that feels goood," sighed Tara. 

"Have you ever had two big hard cocks inside you before?" asked Chris seductively. 

"No never, but I've wanted to try for a long time," said Tara. 

"Well now's your chance," said Alex as he laid next to her and pulled her into a steamy kiss as he sunk himself inside of her, moaning in to the kiss Tara wrapped her arms around Alex's broad back. 

Chris wrapped his arms through the two bodies and grabbed hold of Tara's chest as he pushed himself inside of her groaning in pleasure. 'Oh god, they are both sooo big I feel like I'm gonna explode,' thought Tara. 

Tara broke her kiss with Alex and licked behind his ear as he slowly moved inside of her, it didn't take very long for her first orgasm to explode against her senses having two strong and big males moving inside of her, ever so slowly extracting the most torturous pleasure. 

Tara gripped Alex's back tighter and began to twist her waist trying to make them lose control so they would stop driving her mad with their slow speed. 

"Faster.. pleasure your killing me here," begged Tara.

Groaning with exertion Alex said "Should we do what the lady asks mate?" 

"I'm enjoying this right now, lets leave her hanging for a while longer," said Chris slowly grinding his cock into her arse as Tara began trying to grind herself into Alex, but Chris' arms held her back crushing her against his well toned chest. 

After a while longer of the slow torture they where inflicting upon her she built up to her second powerful orgasm. She bit into Alex's shoulder to stop from screaming. Alex groaned from the sudden bitting arc of pleasure and pain as Tara's teeth dug into him.

'I gotta drive these guys crazy soon or they are gonna break me,' thought Tara. 

She tightened her grip on Alex as much as she could and pulled him to her as she grinded her arse into Chris then she began rotating her hips grinding them both against her walls making them both moan in pleasure. 

She increased her speed and finally to her delight Alex's control broke. He growled then sped up and was soon pounding into her. All the extra pressure of Tara rotating her hips on him soon broke Chris' control and he began pumping into her fiercely with an almost primal snarl. 

In the heated tangle of limbs they all moaned together, her third orgasm was just as powerful as the others but this time her walls clenched Chris and Alex hard making them lose it. 

Tara grabbed Alex's cheeks and pulled him into a fiery kiss as he came and moaned into her mouth, pumping her full of his cream. 

She bucked her arse into Chris and grinded him making him bite down on her shoulder to prevent from yelling out as he came with powerful force filling her arse with his warm cream.

She pressed a hand into their sweaty chests and said "That was so totally amazing, I don't see how either of you aren't in a relationship at all," panted Tara. 

"Well you were pretty amazing too," panted Alex. 

"I don't know why your hanging around with such a moron like Wil," said Chris. 

"He's such an arse," said Alex. 

"I know I don't know either, but after the race is over with I don't think I will want anything to do with him," said Tara. 

"That's good," said Alex. 

"Well I had better get back to my tent before Wil goes looking for me," said Tara and she kissed them both passionately. After getting dressed she left the tent. 

"Wow that was amazing dude," said Chris. 

"Yeah it was awesome, she is still such a tease though," said Alex. 

"I know what you mean at least we got her back though with a little of our own teasing," said Chris. 

"I don't think she will be forgetting this encounter for awhile," said Alex. 

"Nope me either," said Chris.



Tease and a Sundress



My phone lights up, vibrates against the table and chimes. Text message. I walk over to check and my heart skips a beat for a moment. It's from her.

"Hey, I'm bored... you should head over."

I'm a little torn with what to do, she's such a tease but I keep telling myself that maybe this one time she'll be different so I head over.

A few minutes later I'm standing on her doorstep and she's answering the door, barefoot, in a cute little sundress. Her green eyes sparkle and she grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me inside. I'm a little taken aback but I follow her inside, closing the door behind me. She stops abruptly causing me to run into her and she takes the opportunity to grind her ass back into me. She flips her blonde hair over her shoulder and looks me square in the eye, then winks.

Fuck.

"So, wanna watch a movie or something?"

She's gotta be joking. She called me over here practically in the middle of the night to watch a movie? I can tell she doesn't think tonight will be any different from before. She calls me over, teases me to the point of frustration and then kicks me out. Not tonight.

"Not exactly what I had in mind..."

She looks up at me and puts on her best pouty expression, one finger playing idly with the bottom of her sundress. I can't take it.

"Ok fine, what movie did you have in mind?"

She giggles and runs over to her stack of DVDs, making sure to bend over at the waist instead of kneeling down. I can see she's not wearing anything underneath. What a fucking tease. I walk over behind her and run my hand across her ass. She whirls around as she slaps my hand away.

"Ah ah ah, no touching!"

She flashes a dazzling smile at me and then turns back around, bending over even slower and more deliberately. My eyes narrow and I can feel my patience running thin. This has been going on for weeks! Her hands move in front of her and I think she's picked out a movie. She stands up, turns around and with the most angelic face I've ever seen shows me a blank DVD case. I ignore the DVD case, her sundress is pulled down just a little more than before and I can tell she's not wearing a bra.

"Found one!"

She starts to move past me, pauses, stands up on her tiptoes and whispers into my ear, her nipples pressing into my chest.

"Enjoying the show?"

I can feel her hot breath on my ear and then it's gone. That's it, I've had it. I can't take any more of this teasing! When I finally get my breathing under control and turn to look for her she's over on the couch, legs spread wide and her sundress hiked up to her waist with a devious smile on her face.

"How about now?"

I step across the room quickly, grab one of her outstretched legs and spin her around onto her stomach.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

"You're such a fuckin' tease, you know that? I bet you've just been waiting for someone to finally stop taking it and give it to you!"

I grab her wrists and hold them behind her back, they're so tiny I can fit them both in one hand. She struggles a bit but she's not in the position to break my grip. I use my knees to spread her legs and let my free hand run down her thigh, then back up to her pussy. It's dripping wet already.

"See? You're already wet and all you've been doing is 'putting on a show'."

She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I can tell she really wants it. I slide one finger inside her, it goes in without any trouble. I can her breathing pick up just a little and then I pull my finger out. She whimpers, barely audibly, and turns her head. Her lips are parted and her green eyes seem to be burning. I hold my hand up to her face and her tongue flits out to lick it, she cranes her neck forward to get a better taste but I pull my hand away.

"Ah ah ah, this is MY dessert." 

With that, I make a show of putting my finger into my mouth and sucking every last drop of her juices off it. Now she's glaring daggers at me. She tastes amazing. I look around the room, see her bathrobe draped across a chair and an idea sparks into my head. I look back at her and slip two fingers inside her, curling them slightly. Her back arches and she lets out a louder moan. I pull my fingers out.

"Stay here, on your knees."

"But--"

"No buts. Stay. Here."

I stare into her eyes, she looks back and forth between mine and then slumps.

"Ok fine."

I let go of her wrists, get up and go to her bathrobe. The sash is still there. Pulling the soft sash out I walk back to her, marveling at how beautiful she looks with her hair fanned out across the couch, her arms still behind her even though I'm not holding her anymore. Her legs spread wantonly. Fuck she is hot. I tie her hands behind her back and pull her back up until she's kneeling. I turn her towards me.

"You know what you've gotten yourself into now don't you?"

Without breaking eye contact she nods at me.

"Good."

My hands are trembling now as I unzip my jeans. I can't believe this is happening! My jeans fall to the floor and her eyes widen a bit when she sees how hard I am. I smile inwardly and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer-briefs. Slowly I pull them down, letting just the tip of my cock free. Her eyes are glued to it, transfixed. I doubt she notices the way she licks her lips. The briefs continue their slow slide down my legs, revealing more and more of myself.

Her lips part and she leans forward, her tongue sticks out and tentatively touches the base of my cock. I take a step forward and she opens her mouth wider, taking one of my balls into the wet warmth of her mouth. A shiver runs up my spine and I can feel her suck in. I can't let her take control of the situation again. I pull away and straighten my cock in front of me, she opens her mouth. I slap her face gently with my cock. She shakes her head and stares up at me. I slap her with it again.

"Open your mouth."

She does. I slide myself into her waiting mouth and another shiver runs up my spine. I keep pushing into her, my hands grip the back of her head. Her mouth is almost halfway down my cock. I start to fuck her mouth, slowly at first but the sensation is incredible. I can't control myself and I start to thrust my hips faster. I can feel myself getting close after a few minutes of this and I pull out. She's gasping for breath but I look down and her nipples are rock hard, her hair is a mess and her face is flushed.

I wait a moment, let her get her breath back. She looks up at me, her eyes semi-glazed with lust.

"Let me finish it, please."

I can't resist, I slap her twice across the face with my cock again and then shove it back into her mouth. This time she has me ready to cum in less than a minute. I tell her that. All she does is start to bob her head faster.

"I'm going... to cum... in your mouth."

She stops, but I keep moving her head.

"And you're going to swallow. Every. Single. Drop."

She looks up at me, she can see the determination in my eyes. She nods, and I start to cum. My cock twitches over and over again and I can tell she's struggling to breath and swallow it all. I finally stop cumming and look down at her face. She's out of breath, and there's a drop of my cum still on her lips but she looks content.

I pull my pants up and turn to go and she stammers.

"Wh--where are you going?"

"Home. I'll be back tomorrow."



Tease and Blackmail



Erin loved to tease. It was her thing, it gave her a kick like nothing else did. Teasing guys that she picked out and targeted anywhere, anyway she wanted to. It thrilled her that because of her sex she had power over men of all types. Her sexual power was what she loved the feel of. The ability to completely dominate a man in anyway she chose.

Her dark shoulder length hair, perfect hour glass figure and a sweet smile where all things she loved to use to reel in and get into the head of a man. She dressed tactically, tight short skirts, eye catching shoes or heels and tops that brought out her charming face and hair in their best light. She also focused on wearing the same perfume every day, to produce pavlovian responses from guys she saw regularly. If they smelled her scent, they would grow weak and their dicks hard. At eighteen, and still in school, she had plenty of practice at teasing and toying with bored, frustrated and horny guys. Teachers, she had decided, could also be tormented and used for her benefit. 

When it suited her she chose a new target and then would cruelly abandon him once he had served his purpose. It was a game as much as it was a turn on for her and it had its rewards. Over the course of the last few months she had won many favours and even, she reckoned, done her grades some good, with her cruel, unspoken teasing. 

Today, a new guy had arrived at the school, something that Erin was very pleased to hear. It turned out he was in her business class that afternoon and she heard her friend Fiona describe him. Decent looking, polite, not too shy for a new kid and very respectful when he had spoken to her that morning. This was what Erin loved. 'Respectful' in her mind meant 'weak', if a guy was reserved and polite, it meant she could do far crueler things to him and create a horrible scenario for him, whereby he wants to react to her but because of his respectful way with women, feels it would be wrong, meaning he would sit there and stew while Erin took advantage.

She had first come across this advantage with a teacher who had been helping her with exam preparation. Mr Collins, had gone over stuff she had been stuck with specially after class. Collins was a middle aged, well liked man. He rarely shouted to discipline and had a notably respectful approach to students, he treated them with dignity, unlike some others. He was mild mannered and a gentleman. A target that Erin had deemed to be breakable within just one after class study session.

She had arrived just as his last class finished and he greeted her confidently. He sat behind his desk and she sat opposite, crossing her legs in a way that he could get a clear view of her thigh. Though he couldn't see much of her legs, one careless glance was enough to throw Collins off track. She had watched his reactions over time and found that while her whole body had him pretty turned on, he had a certain fetish for legs and feet. Collins kept his cool and started to explain where she had gone wrong in mock exams. 

Erin put her perfect hands close to his and looked intently at him while he explained, nodding and smiling as he spoke. Her scent had reached Collins by now and he recognised it from class, Erin used her perfume cruelly so that it intoxicated her victims subtly. Part of him had dreaded this, she was such a beautiful young woman and yet he could only watch, or explain history work to her. His mind wandered as Erin tactfully re-crossed her legs, making sure her cute loafers and the hot feet inside them were both visible when she did so.

Collins mind began to stray off course yet more and he began to get hard. Each time he looked up at her he felt a little more mesmerised, he broke into a sweat, hoping she hadn't noticed his discomfort. She had and she was intent on making it worse. She unzipped her hoodie to reveal her school shirt and proceeded to lean forward, pointing at the work with one hand and stroking her luscious hair with the other. Her dreamy brown eyes looked up at him sweetly. 

Collins stood up, hoping his dick wouldn't show through, but he had to get out of her spell. He started writing on the board, some of the work they had talked about. Erin smiled deviously as she saw his bulge. He smiled back anxiously. Had she seen it? He panicked a his hand slipped as he wrote, dropping the pen on the floor. Erin stopped it with her shoe and beckoned for him to retrieve it. She moved her foot off but left it close, so that her already weak teacher would have to kneel before her, teasingly close to what he desired so much. As he knelt down she allowed her shoe to dangle off her foot to make concentration even harder for him.

Collins was now sweating badly and his bulge had not gone away, when he saw her foot and the shoe dangling just inches from his face he thought he would explode. He mistakenly looked up at her when he knelt at her feet and she returned his panicky look with her devious smile. He was thrown yet again and stumbled weakly back to his desk. 

"Sir i was wondering about these next exams. How strict will the marking be?" Erin asked in her smooth voice. She smiled innocently at her sweating, somewhat dishevelled teacher.

"Um it will be very strict, Erin i'm afraid." He forced as cooly as possible, moping his brow with his sleeve. She looked very disappointed with this answer.

"I'm sure you'll manage though, you're a very smart young woman." He enjoyed complimenting her.

She smile at that and replied;

"So you will mark very strictly sir. Who decides how strictly you mark these papers?" She played with her hair teasingly as she spoke. 

"Um the education board in this region do, ah i can't do much to change their minds." He practically whined, desperate to please the brunette goddess in front of him, to give her good news. 

"Have you tried?" She enquired innocently.

"I...err no but if i did it wouldn't work." He sweated. She smiled coyly at him, knowing he was putty in her hands.

"That sucks sir. How about we teach them a lesson together." The word 'together' made his mind race.

She stood up suddenly, pulling her seat round the desk to that she sat next to him and crossed her legs so that her foot was leant ever so softly on his shin. She pointed to the papers they had been going over.

"Mark mine differently." She said flatly. He looked anxiously at her. She smiled divinely back at him. Her foot still touching slightly on his leg. His dick raged and his head fought for control. She was in command here.

"I can't do that Erin, they would notice." He reasoned desperately. She smiled sweetly in response. 

"You can. For me." She basically instructed. She moved her foot closer to his and started gently rubbing it on his leg. 

"I...um, Erin this is wrong." He gasped in panic at her suggestion and the arousal from her sweet foot that she had now slipped out of her shoe.

"Do it for me." She instructed again, speeding up her foot and moving closer to him. She put a hand on his and caressed it. 

"Erin, please." He started to beg. "I can't." She giggled at his pitiful state.

"Yes you can." She smiled at him, moving her foot up towards his crotch and flipping her other leg onto his desk. He gasped but didn't stop her.

"Or maybe i need a scribe sir, you know, when someone breaks their arm and gets the teacher to write for them." He winced. Erin now had her foot on his crotch and was teasing his dick through the material, her other foot was now at play too and making the same teasing journey up his leg towards his throbbing member. 

"Seriously stop this, i can't help you and please, stop with your feet, i..." Collins grew desperate.

Erin now moved both her stockinged feet onto his crotch and started to rub through the material. Her toes made grabs for his cock and Collins moaned in pleasure. 

"So, sir. I've changed my mind, i want you to be my scribe." Erin smiled at him. Her feet had found a good grip and were tormenting his cock, making it grow and bulge and then teasingly slowing down to torture him and make him yearn for release. Her perfume had now thoroughly intoxicated him and she unbuttoned her shirt to add tension.

"Erin thats enough!" He said in vain. His dick was edging closer at her command and she had him utterly beaten. Erin now took her phone out of her shirt pocket and turned on the camera when he wasn't looking.She was ready to complete her plan. 

"Sir, are you going to be my scribe?" She asked sweetly, speeding up her feet and leaning in close to him so that her velvet soft hair brushed his cheek. Collins grew closer and closer to orgasm and suddenly Erin reached forward and yanked down his trousers. She used his belt to gag him roughly and tethered his legs together for the fun of it with his tie. He tried to resist but she sank her teeth into his shoulder and refused to stop biting until she was done. Her cruel teeth marks stood out on his skin.

"Oh Erin, please i can't do this with you." He whined, tears slipping down his cheeks. Erin laughed sexily in his face and stuck her middle finger up at him.

"Do you think i give a fuck?" She laughed cruelly.

All protection from her nasty teasing and sumptuous feet was then gone and she took him right to the edge. Her soft sensuous teasing had broken all resistance, he now wanted to cum. She stroked and caressed using her soft feet, and planted kisses on the skin she had just hurt.

"Just say you'll be my scribe and i'll stop bullying you." She whispered into his ear.

At this she pulled of and stood up, leaving his erect, throbbing cock on its own. Stands of precum gushed out with the sudden change of feeling.

"Finish it Mr Collins." She instructed, flipping out her phone and starting to film. He looked terrified but was too desperate to resist and grabbed his dick, causing it to spurt thick cum instantly. Collins groaned with pleasure as Erin filmed the whole thing. He knew after the best of the pleasure had been and gone, that he was in big trouble. Erin owned him with blackmail.

She smiled down at his splattered, wretched state, toying with her lovely hair. She put her shoes back on and faced him with her sultry looks and mesmerising smile.

"If i get anything less than an 'A' from now on, this video goes viral." And with those cruel words she strutted out leaving Collins collapsed, beaten and blackmailed in his chair.

Sure enough, since then History had been easy, she hadn't done any homework and had simply been let off, and sometimes she skipped classes, again with no consequences. That experience had taught her the weaknesses that a polite, mild mannered man can have. All men were weak before her beauty, but some were more vocal in trying to resist, others tried to play hard to get. Polite, well meaning men were no such issue, the only potential stumbling block was her guilt at exploiting them in such brutal ways. But it had never yet stopped her.

The new guy was Brad, and as Fiona had described, he was well mannered but confident in his new school. He had just turned eighteen but acted a few years older than that. Fiona had said he was not the stereotypical idea of a good looking guy but had some handsomeness about him, enough to merit a second look. Blonde hair and broad shouldered, and about six foot, he had started well by joining sports teams and had become like by most of the guys as a result. He figured girls would warm to him over time. 

Erin always liked to find a use for guys she put under her spell. She often teased for fun but she loved getting rewards and perks from her games too. Brad was in her Business class, she would watch and see if he could be of use. Her female teacher couldn't be manipulated so having someone to do her homework or something would be most welcome. She watched his progress in the class carefully over the rest of the week. 

The next Monday she had made her decision. If she didn't move quickly he would become settled in the school, while she could defeat him then, it would be far easier to get him while he was fresh. Two homework assignments had come and gone and he had been punctual and achieved a 'B+' and an 'A-', the teacher, Mrs Forbes telling him, in Erin's earshot that she rated his work highly. Brad had been pleased and motivated by it. Erin felt that way too. 

Class was in the afternoon, the final lesson of the day, a factor that could bode well for Erin. Brad had been in a double PE lesson and was feeling knackered and wanted the lesson over with, no hassle, just note taking and then home for a rest. The class was only about ten strong and Brad and Erin were the only two in their row at the back of the class and sat at opposite ends of the desks. Erin knew it would be too obvious if she moved over so she decided to use it for her advantage and make him long for her to be near him. 

She made sure to be a minute or two late so that he would get a full view of her as she came in, taking in her scent too, other guys in the school swooned for her, but Brad was not yet addicted. She brushed past his desk and sat down, smoothing her hair and crossing her legs. She got out her books and relaxed in her seat, she had just over an hour to start off her gradual but dangerously effective seduction and enslavement of Brad.

After twenty minutes or so the class was put into pairs and so Erin and Brad were matched up. Research had to be done on computers and the pair had to come up with a business plan. Brad's father had set up a business so he knew his stuff, while Erin had done enough revision to know what to do. After some small talk both settled into their work, splitting tasks between each other. Erin was frustrated, he clearly thought she was hot, but had flawless self control and manners. It was time to break him down. 

She yawned obviously and stretched, making sure to show off her firm breasts. Then she turned to face him with a puzzled expression on her face.

"I'm so stuck, how on earth do i do this?" She pointed at her screen that showed projections.

"I mean it could just be anything couldn't it, its guesswork." She complained, still facing him. Her looks would get him on side at first and he leaned over to help her. She took the opportunity to move closer, so that her body was on his mind and her scent was intensified. Brad felt his cock shift in his boxers and willed it to stay calm. Erin was was something of a goddess in the looks department and very teasing in her manner. He explained projections as calmly and clearly as he could and then went back to his work. Erin thanked him and decided to keep on at him, chipping away at him. He was tired and probably quite bored with the work and that meant she could tease him hard and get him very horny.

A few minutes later Erin deliberately dropped her pen close to his leg, almost, but not quite under his chair or out of her reach. Brad saw it and started to reach down for it, Erin timed her move carefully, pushing her foot towards it, as if to drag the pen back to where she could get it more easily. The result was embarrassing for Brad who ended up touching her sexy foot instead, as it dragged the pen back. He began to blush;

"Ah sorry about that." He tried to sound cool but he was uneasy, it wasn't his fault but still, it was awkward. 

"No problem." Erin flashed a naughty smile at him. He was off balance, now it was time to keep at him. She leant over into his space, brushing her arm against his chest and pointing at the screen with the other.

"Whats that?" She pointed at his powerpoint presentation, it was a graphic of a calculator on the profit/loss slide. 

"Um its just a picture, in theme with the numbers." He explained, unsure why she had asked.

"Hmm, if this is a joint presentation, i want a say on the pictures." She mused, still leaning sexily over his desk, very close to him. Brad started to get hard and tried to fight it again. 

"Ok sure, in-fact lets do this part together, so we're both happy with it." Boring but necessary thing to say, he thought, but it was diplomatic too. He wanted to keep the stunning girl next to him onside. 

"Are you ok with that picture?" He asked. Erin shook her head with a slight smile that worried him. 

"No, it needs to be prettier." She replied sweetly, her smile growing into that naughty grin she had displayed earlier. It made his dick harden, going beyond a semi, but also unnerved him a bit.

She eased his hand off the mouse her touch turning him on, and found a picture of a flower from google. He looked at it sceptically. 

"Thats better." She grinned, putting it on the slide.

"Ah, Erin i dunno, it doesn't really fit." He hoped she would let him change it.

"I like it." She smiled sexily at him.

"Its better than your silly calculator." She teased, she wanted to irk him and then seduce him. 

"Look its not really relevant." Brad laughed, not sure how to take her. He reached for the mouse but she put her hand on and left it there, smiling cutely at him. He started to feel slightly irritated. He tried to pull her hand off but she used her other to fend him off. Her touch and grab on his upper arm made his already interested dick harden yet further. She looked smugly at him and winked. 

"I'm the boss on this project." She teased him, still firmly gripping the mouse, it represented where power in the struggle lay. Brad sighed;

"Ok boss, you can have flowers but you have to do the talking for that slide." He bargained, it was hot what she was doing and he loved working with her, if only for the thrill, but he would not be made a fool of. Erin knew he was confused and intended to use it against him.

"Get to work." She teased again, and proceeded to order him about on the slide. Brad grew restless, in his pants but also in the situation.

"Why am i bothering?" He mused, half joking half serious. Erin's piercing green eyes looked a him and with her perfect red lips she said;

"Because its me." With an arrogant twinkle in her eye. Brad gulped blatantly, he felt captured by her, unable to refuse her words.

"Ah, ok." He tried to laugh it off but it came out at a nervous croak. Erin just smiled warmly and went back to bossing him around. She has started off strongly and now had Brad on the back foot. She leant in more closely to enhance the teasing. For the next ten minutes they continued like that. 

Erin timed the next phase carefully, making sure that the class had fifteen minutes to go. She leant her leg delicately against his under the desk. Nothing suspicious just some coincidental contact he thought, and he decided to enjoy it. Erin left it there waiting to see if he would pull away, if he did she had work to do. If he didn't she was winning. His dick which had had a workout that afternoon was once again smashed up against his boxers and at a horrible angle. Brad felt he would go crazy if he didn't adjust or move.

Erin had done this umpteen times and a handful of those had resulted in her victim's dick getting crushed up at an awkward angle and she knew the signs. He glazed over as he worked, still under her orders. She through out a curve ball;

"Am i a good boss?" Her innocent, cute eyes and smile made him blush. 

"Uh, yeah, too many flowers but um yeah." Brad joked. Erin gave him a playful slap on the cheek.

"Hey quit insulting my flowers." It was a bizarre conversation, Brad thought but it was nigh on flirting and he was tired and liked it, she was soothingly hot. Erin liked his reaction and noticed a slight grimace as his cock clearly put him in pain. Brad felt it swell at a horrible angle, but if he tried to move he would look obvious. Erin moved her foot in so there was more contact and started to play with her hair sexily making him glance constantly at her beautiful, seemingly unintentional tease. 

Brad shifted in his seat and reached for his belt to try and ease the angle. It had the desired effect and Brad was noticeably more relaxed. Erin passed comment;




Tease and Blackmail



"These seats are a bitch aren't they. Really hard. Its annoying, so uncomfortable." She could see the fear in his eyes. 

"The seats weren't as hard in your old school were they?" She read his expression and felt wet with her victory, both now knew what she was really talking about.

"Um no they weren't, nowhere near, as...hard." He stammered. The game was up. She winked at him and moved her leg up his, eyeballing him the entire time. Brad felt her soft foot caress his leg and longed for it to be on his cock, his mind whirled, her scent possessed him and her teasing soft touch drove his cock to the edge, he had to cum he just had to, even with the slightest tease she had his head spinning. 

Suddenly the bell sounded and Erin stood up and collected her bag, perfectly timed, she thought; leaving Brad desperate. He looked pleadingly at her but she just smiled. He was hooked and that was what she wanted. She moved to walk out but Brad stopped her.

"Please, i'll do anything boss." He gasped.

"I know." She smiled wickedly.



Tease and Denial



The body hanging a couple of inches off the ground was covered completely in black Latex, She, and it could only be a she had her head covered in the same material a hood and mask with no eye holes could be seen when looking at her outline, side on which had braided pipes coming from where her mouth and nose would normally be. She had been gagged with a blow up breather gag, the bulb of which could also be seen with the pipes. Her ears blocked with a gel, rendering the body deaf and blind.

Her arms were tightly laced in a thick, leather arm length single sheath mittens attached at the end to a steel spreader bar which hung from the ceiling, a similar bar war strapped to her ankles, again hanging from the ceiling Her weight was partly taken by a small padded trestle across her midriff, but that was all that was holding the body off the ground.

A blow up butt plug had been inserted into her, complete with enema pipe. The enema bag was filling the body with water and crushed up female Viagra tablets. The idea was to administer The Viagra rather than give the body an enema. Every couple of minutes the body would shift and would try to move, but the body was too well packed to even consider escape.

The bodies feet were wearing ballet shoes, they were padlocked on. A pussy pump which had been on the body over half a hour had repeatedly been pumped, and pumped to get the most swollen pussy lips possible.

The body had been there for nearly twenty four hours, a woman, a Mistress walked noisily into the silent room, the click clack of high heels disrupting the silence. The woman was tall, thin, wiry even, She smiled at the straining Contortions of the person in front of her.

The woman walked over to the body and ran a hand over the buttocks of the body. A low guttural cry could be heard coming from the body. Perhaps the only way of begging for release. The woman only smiled, unlike the woman hanging in the suit the woman had dressed in a crisp white blouse, a Black leather tie with a leather pencil skirt. Her Cuban heeled stockings reminded her of another, maybe better time as did her stiletto heeled court shoes.

The woman pulled the pussy pump off of the body, causing pain to the body inside, gently probing the puffy red mound with a finger, the body reacted by twisting in the bonds. About the only movement the person inside could make. The woman smiled again, after pulling a pair of clear latex gloves over her manicured hands, the woman recovered the edge of the pussy pump with gel. She lined up the pump with the bodies shaved mound and reattached the pump over the mound, pumping furiously to create a vacuum which meant the pump could be left to it's work. As the pussy was pumped up again a squeal was faintly heard, The woman turned and walked out the room and left the body to its torments.

Six weeks earlier.

A young woman was shown into an office. The office manager Had some bad news for her.

"I'm afraid, we as a company will have to let you go. We're having to cut back, and we have a policy of first in first out! It's nothing personal you understand!"

The young woman, Alison tailor went numb, All her plans that she had made, all her dreams flew out of the window as she sat on that chair.

The manager went on droning on about something or other, After a few seconds she just got up and walked out. She gathered up her few possessions and left for good.

Apart from the humiliation of every person in the place, knowing before she was told. She had those bitches that smirked at her only because their job was safe! 

Alison had loaded up her new car, The car she had got on finance, and drove home to her rented flat. She sat in her flat, still numbed by her sudden change of position.

Alison had left her parents home under a cloud. She like most teenagers was flexing her rights. Her father didn't quite see it like that and grabbed her collar, with the intention of laying down the law. It didn't go quite to plan, as Alison was pulled back she lost her balance and caught her hand on his nose! Her father fell back screaming because she had just broken his nose!

After the blame game Alison left, after confronting her mother and telling it like it was. That there were no rules It was just made up on the spur of the moment to suit whatever Point her father was trying to force upon her.

Alison left with her belongings. She had just started as a secretary at a firm and she had a sniff of a flat she could rent...

The realization that her world might come crashing down around her was fast becoming a reality. She couldn't ever go back to her parents, only to have her father telling her morning, noon , and night she was a failure! 

That night passed very slowly, there was little to distract Alison from her lack of future. Alison sat in front of her mirror. Her hair band removed, her red hair fell around her head, she felt it was her best feature. As she looked down at her breasts she saw imperfections in all she saw in the mirror.

At Five foot four, she was neither large or small. Her breasts to most people were fine, but she had always had a little voice In her head telling her things were not right.

Alison had made friends with both men and women, but stopped short of a relationship, her doubts prevented that! That and a overprotective, overbearing father had scared off anyone with any idea of taking Alison away from his control.

Now Alison had another problem, where was she to find another job. After a restless sleep, Alison Walked down to a newsagents and paid for a local newspaper. She walked home and laid the paper out on her living room floor marking anything she could remotely do.

Alison looked at the mess on her floor. She had destroyed The paper and in all honesty she had no chance of getting most of the jobs advertised. The enormity of the task gripped Alison And she burst into tears. She collapsed on the floor and tore the paper into pieces, Frustrated by what she had seen. Alison did everything by the book. Going to the job agencies And getting her name on file. She was a little more upbeat About getting another job when a letter arrived at her flat. A demand for money from the company who sold her the car. This pushed her into depression, despite having paid the months Payment.

Alison was starting to get to the time in the month where she would normally pay her bills. She started getting more, and more apprehensive, she still had no job!

She picked up a local paper she had looked in a few days before and was just about to throw it out when something caught her eye. It wasn't in the Job section, it was in the personal section, probably why she had missed it! The Advertisement read: 

WANTED live in companion./assistant To help running of the institution. No experience necessary as full training given. Suit Lady of good upbringing. Prefer lady of moderate years. Ring 019911541175719.

Alison read the advert again. She pondered just who was it that was expecting a companion?

Alison picked up the phone, then dropped it back on the receiver. Did she really want the job?

She though for a moment, any job was better than no job!

She picked up the phone and rang the number in the paper. After a few seconds a woman answered.

"Hello!"

"Oh yes! Hello! I've seen your advert in the paper, could you tell me about the position?"

"Well yes, I can, but would you like to see the place and I can tell you about the position at the same time?"

"Well, yes I would like that!"

"Well, I am at Hope St David's on the great south road about four miles south of town. Drive up to the news agent's on the right and sharp left and drive down there for a mile and take a right, just after an old barn. Just follow the road for about a mile and a half and the house will come up on the left hand side. You go over a little crossroads and your there!"

"OK, I think I got all that!"

"Straight over the crossroads and your there!"

"That's it!"

"Ok when?" 

"No time like the present!"

"Ok I'm only a couple of minutes from the centre of town, if you can give me twenty minutes and I'll come over!"

"Whom am I addressing?"

"Oh Alison! Alison Tailor!"

"I am Lady Tate!" 

"Ok Lady Tate goodbye!"

"Goodbye Alison!"

Alison quickly got changed into a business suit and left. She wondered about the chances of getting the job and more importantly how well it paid. She dropped the page with the instructions next to her, on the passenger seat and drove off!

Within quarter of an hour Alison was driving up the road that Lady Tate had told her about. She parked outside the huge mansion and got out of the car.

As she made her way to the front door she could see someone riding towards the front of the house. Alison quickened her step so she would get to the steps before the horse. She made it with time to spare, the rider in traditional beige jodhpurs rode past her and continued past the house.

Alison rang the bell to the side of the doors.

"After a few seconds the door was opened by what looked like a maid, but not any maid, she was completely covered in Latex! 

"Hi I'm here to see Lady Tate!"

"Follow me please!"

Walking behind the maid Alison got a good view of her latex covered backside which was oh so tight! Whilst Alison was taking the view in they walked through a door and the maid motioned to Alison to go in. Her bag shot under her arm as Lady Tate came into view, looking at some music scores on a grand piano.

Lady Tate looked up and the pair offered their hand.

"So Alison your interested in becoming my companion?"

"Well, Lady Tate. I have a lot of questions which I would like to ask, and quite probably you have a great number of questions for me."

"Would you like some tea dear? I usually have tea at this time of day."

"Oh that would be nice."

Lady Tate Pushed a button on an intercom.

"Tea please Alice!"

"Now Alison. Let me tell you about the job of my companion.

"Firstly It requires you to be here twenty four seven and at my side whenever I need you there. Don't worry though you'll get plenty of time off, which will be in weeks , not days so you can Say go to Barbados for a while!"

For your undivided attention you will receive A hundred and forty thousand in the bank of your choice every year!"

Alison stopped in disbelief at such a huge amount.

"Also a greater part of what you would wear will be provided by me. Now the bad side! I didn't ask your martial status but there are no men on the property. Is this a problem?"

"No. No problem at all!"

"I take it you have no boyfriend?"

"No never have."

Lady Tate seemed to liven up somewhat.

"If I was to offer you the job, when could you start?"

"Oh ,Well in all honesty, today!"

"Let me show you round the house, once we have taken tea."

The latex maid walked through with the tea, her click clack was more noticeable and It was obvious that her skirt was made quite deliberately tight so that the maid would mince! Tic, tac, tic, tac, tic, tac, tic, tac, around the room they were in

"I have a question, Lady Tate?

"Your maid! She was wearing a rubber uniform?"

"Of course! Why do you ask?"

"Well It must be a huge turn on to walk around here in rubber!"

"Oh it is I assure you!"

It was all Alison could think of saying!

Lady Tate finished her tea and Alison readied herself. Alison was suddenly put off, fearing what was in store for her. But whichever way she looked at it, she needed the money! Alison would have stopped precedings there and then. What was she getting herself into? What ever it was ,it was an awful Lot of money for walking around in rubber. "Come I'll show you round."

Despite herself Alison studied Lady Tate, a tall woman Alison would have guessed around late fifties. Her white blouse was buttoned down the back and tucked inside a long black satin pencil skirt. Alison thought that she might be wearing stockings and Plain black court shoes with heels. Lady Tate was very gracious and moved like a queen. Her steps were a thing of beauty. Alison walked with her and was in awe of her smile!

Lady Tate seemed light years away from the people she knew!

As they walked round the house it slowly became apparent That the place was some sort of school for a select few young ladies.

Although there were no students there at the institution. There was an uneasy feel to the rooms they were walking through. Alison couldn't put her finger on what it was, but It was there. Lady Tate walked into what could have been loosely called a needle room. She picked up a tape measure and turned to Alison.

"I will measure you for you're uniform, no doubt you would like a good fit?"

Alison looked at Lady Tate and removed her jacket she lifted her arms to take her chest measurement, Lady Tate measured just below her breasts for the chest and then across the nipples.

"So you have not had a boyfriend then?"

"No, I suppose I don't make friends easily."

"Perhaps you just need the right environment to flourish, my dear!"

"Perhaps your right!"

Smiling at Lady Tate.

Unsure of just what the right environment was.

Lady Tate asked Alison to remove her skirt so she could Measure Alison's inside leg, Alison held her breath whilst Lady Tate fingers were holding the tape in place. To Alison's surprise Lady Tate was measuring the strangest of places, such as round her ankles, her wrists, and her neck. Her head and her thigh.

"You're very thorough with the measurements, Lady Tate?"

"I demand as close to perfection as can possibly be made." Measuring Alison for her uniform, writing the measurements down on a form.

"I'll leave this for the staff in the morning. If you get dressed I'll show you some more.

As they walked Lady Tate questioned Alison about her parents, where she lived, her aspirations, her dreams. Alison realized she was telling Lady Tate her life story. Lady Tate smiled at her and begged her to continue. She did reluctantly at first, but being unable to help herself plowed on telling Lady Tate Her innermost secrets, things she had never told anyone before.

They walked through the house, which became a blur. Then Lady Tate motioned Alison through some doors. They were in the Garden, or more precisely the patio. The maid had made another pot of tea. And was pouring it into teacups on an ornate tray. 

Lady Tate Motioned for Alison to sit.

"Alice, here is my maid, that you met earlier. Alice this is Alison, my new assistant and companion, Oh I hope you still want the job Alison?"

Oh yes, very much so Lady Tate.

Alice bobbed a curtsy in front of Alison and Alison Smiled Nodded, and mouthed a hello.

Alice Smiled back and disappeared!

"So, my dear, when would you like to move in?"

"Well, as soon as I'm able, I suppose."

"Because you're on your own, If you need any help just ask, we would like to help."

"Oh thank you! I'll have to bear it in mind, I haven't got much I have only been in the flat for four months."

"Well If you have any problems with the landlord, give me the details and I'll see what I can do!" "Well thank you Lady Tate, But I should be OK with them, they'll probably just be glad to get their flat back!"

After Alison made her goodbyes she left, wondering just what she had said yes to. She rang her landlord and made arrangements to leave. As she thought there was no penalty, they must have been glad to see the back of her! A couple of days later she drove down to the mansion as she called it, she rang the bell and it was answered by Alice.

Alice surprised Alison , she was dressed in a full latex Cat suit With an apron and a maid's cap, both in white latex. With the exception of Alice's eyes every inch of her body was covered in latex. Alison wondered what the thing sticking out of where Alice's mouth was

She bobbed a curtsy as was her way and Alison Thanked her putting the first of the stuff from her flat in the hall. As she turned round Alice was nowhere to be seen, but as Alison made her way back to the car there was Alice in her full Cat suit bringing the next bags from the car.

"You don't need to curtsy to me Alice, I'm as much staff as you are."

Alice looked at Alison for a moment and motioned across her mouth. There was no hole for the mouth and Alison could see the faintest outline of straps from Alice's mouth to the back of her head. Alice was gagged! The truth dawned on Alison. Bearing in mind she had always lived in fortress Tailor, her overprotective father would not have ordained such things! Unless to silence Alison herself!

"Oh you can't speak can you?"

Alice shook her head and put her finger to her mouth. Just then Alison sensed something and grabbed one of her bags that Alice had brought from the car.

"Ah my dear! I'm so glad to see you have arrived!" Alice go and make us some tea! Here my dear, allow me!"

Lady Tate picked up the bag that Alice was carrying and brought it in to the hall. She was dressed, as before in a white latex blouse and with a latex hobble skirt.

"I'll prepare the way to your room Alison!"

Lady Tate walked off, leaving Alison to pick up her bags and cardboard boxes and take them upstairs to her new room. She grabbed as much as she could and made her way up the stairs struggling with the baggage she had brought. Several trips later, and Alison was done! In more ways than one! Exausted Alison found her new employer sitting on the patio Drinking tea, Alice stood beside her.

"Come, come your tea is getting cold!

Alison realizing Alice was never sitting hovered over the seats.

"Sit, sit come drink your tea, you must be tired, after your work."

"Yes I'm quite tired after all that."

"I've put you in a room that has a new bed. I hope that's too you're liking!"

"Yes, thank you Lady Tate!"

"Yes I feel I need to go over exactly what we do here. I did not want to colour your thoughts with this!

We are a institution which processes young women using basic Level work ethics and punishment schedules. We are paid handsomely for what we do here and I run a very tight ship. You might have noticed that Alice has refrained from talking? This was despite previous warnings so she is ball gagged from sunrise to sunset. From sunset to sunrise she wears a different type of gag and I provide drink for her to consume. My rules may at times seem extreme, the wearing of latex is mandatory. I shall attend to your first fitting shortly, but first let us drink to you. Welcome Alison!"

"Thank you Lady Tate."

Later after the fitting Alison was still trying to walk in the heels which "Were mandatory" It wasn't the fact that they were high, but the fact that they were stiletto boots which she had never had on before. She came across a full length mirror she stared at her reflection The full cat suit which Alice had polished every inch of her body to bring out the shine the Latex corset which was laced tightly and the new boots! Her red hair shone like a beacon, luckily she didn't have to wear a helmet like Alice, but it dawned on her it was only a matter of time.

Alison put her things away in her room, she looked at her new bed. She bent over and pulled the covers away from the frame of the bed to reveal strapping rings like the beds they have in mental homes.

"It's a bondage bed!"

Came Lady Tate's voice from the doorway. Lady Tate took her keys which were permanently attached to her waistband and unlocked the only cupboard Alison could not use because it was locked. As Lady Tate opened the door Alison realized it was stuffed with bondage stuff, Lady Tate took a collar from the cupboard and fitted it round Alison's neck.

"Sit on the side of the bed."

Lady Tate went back to the cupboard and brought out a pair of mittens.

"Hands!"

Alison folded her hands as Lady Tate pulled first one then the other mitten over her hands. She laced them tight and with a small padlocks tightened the strap around the wrists and snapped the padlocks shut.




Tease and Denial



Written at MissBonnie's suggestion, this involves the 'Seven CUMmandments' game, in which each week She allows the boys partaking between 1 and 7 orgasms depending on the roll of a die. The game lasts from Monday to Sunday night, and the week in question, the die showed three. Please enjoy!

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"What day is it?" She asked, Her voice stern.

"It's Saturday Miss Bonnie," came his reply, the nervousness easily detectable in his voice.

"Correct my darling," She continued, "and you've used all three of your cums already haven't you?"

"Yes Mistress" the boy replied meekly.

"Oh dear my love, that leaves you in an awkward situation doesn't it?" declared Miss Bonnie, running Her gaze over him.

Whilst She was dressed in corset, lace French knickers and knee high leather boots, The boy was naked, strapped to a table that was only long enough to support him to just below his waist, meaning he was forced to bring his knees up and rest his heels upon the table's edge, giving Miss Bonnie a pleasing view of his young body's most intimate parts, and of course, perfect access for the teasing and denial She had planned. The boy's arms were well tied down, and a strap also lay across his waist, rendering him pretty immobile.

Along one wall ran a workbench, upon which lay all manner of toys, and other implements with which Miss Bonnie liked to reward and torture Her boys. After a moment She selected the ideal dildo; medium sized dildo and made without a strap-on harness, instead having two plugs that fit snugly inside Her own body, allowing Her to more fully experience every thrust as She fucked Her boys, connecting Herself to them on a much deeper level. Knowing that he was watching Her, chuckling inwardly as She knew it would only make what was to come harder for him, She hooked her thumbs in to the waistband of Her knickers and slowly slid them down over Her thighs to the floor. The boy moaned, enraptured by the sight of such a perfect being, every part of Her womanhood as if crafted by the Gods themselves. Facing him, Miss Bonnie took the dildo and lubed the two bulbs, spreading Her legs slightly and pushing them up inside of Herself, feeling them fit snugly into Her tight body, noting as She did so that the boy was already almost fully erect. Smiling inwardly at the fun to come, She carefully lubed the shaft, all the while talking to the boy.

"Now sweetheart, whilst you may be forbidden to cum, it's also important that you still remain useful to Me as a slave boy. Therefore it is vital that you can still give your body to Me, without the reward of orgasm".

The boy uttered a nervous murmur that he understood and agreed as She crossed over to the foot of the table. With a purr, Miss Bonnie pushed his legs apart and stepped between them, the lubed head of Her dildo coming to rest against his smooth puckered opening.

Taking his cock in one hand, She gently stroked his chest with the other, and whispered, "remember my sweet, it is forbidden to exceed the cum allowance".

With that, a cruel glint in Her eye, Miss Bonnie pushed Her hips forward, driving the dildo deep in to the boy's rectum, causing him to gasp and arch his hips up towards Her. Settling in to a steady rhythm, Miss Bonnie withdrew almost the entire length of the shaft before pushing deep back in to the boy, fucking him nice and deeply, Her hand masturbating his now rigid cock to the same rhythm.

A few minutes later She felt the beginnings of an orgasm, the familiar tingling sensation creeping out from between Her legs to every part of Her body. With a moan She bucked Her hips, burying the shaft deep inside him, as the climax took a hold of Her body. The incredible pleasure seemed to go on and on, and She continued fucking him deeply as the waves rode over Her. As the orgasm subsided She looked down at the boy, noticing he had his eyes screwed tight shut in concentration, doubtless forcing his mind to more unarousing matters, desperate to keep an orgasm of his own at bay.

For thirty more minutes Miss Bonnie fucked Her boy, never giving his now aching cock or his tight little bottom a moment's rest, continuing to masturbate him in unison with Her own thrusts. During that half hour, Miss Bonnie came twice more, each time riding the waves of orgasm whilst continuing her ministrations upon the boy, never stopping for even a second. The boy was finding it more difficult now; his groans as She buried the final inches of the dildo into his body becoming more frequent, his breathing louder, and a film of sweat crossed his brow. Eventually She knew he would be able to bear no more, and at that moment he opened his eyes and looked at Her pleadingly.

"Please Miss Bonnie, I beg you, stop or let me cum, I can't hold on".

Without pausing from either jacking his cock or fucking his tight ass she replied, "no darling, you've used all your cums for this week. You must learn a lesson for being greedy. You do not have permission and I will be very angry if you disobey Me".

"Please Mistress, I can't stop it!"

With a cry he arched his hips, straining against his bonds, as hot cum pumped out of his throbbing cock on to his belly, Miss Bonnie's hand skilfully working every drop from him. Smiling down at the boy, She stepped back, ever so slowly withdrawing the dildo from him, enjoying his final groan as She left him empty. She took a moment to look approvingly at his delicious hole, still open, glistening with lube.

Then looking him directly in the eye She smiled slyly and purred, "that was your fourth cum this week, Lady Luck only allowed you three, and you know what that means". 

Ignoring his whimper of protest She went to the bench and selected her implement. Turning back towards him with the paddle She spoke,

"Now, open your legs, and we'll begin your punishment".



Tease and Denial



With both of Alison's hands in bondage Lady Tate padlocked the hands to the collar.

"Kneel on the floor girl."

Alison was unsure where this was going, but the view of Lady Tate's crutch close up, even though she was wearing a skirt or perhaps because of it made Alison feel damp.

Alison bit her lip wondering what would take place Lady Tate's hand caressed the back of her neck.

"head forward!"

Then the click and buzz of the electric shaver! Lady Tate pushed her head forward cutting her hair from the back of her head working her way forward until her head was shaven to above her ears.

"Head back!"

Lady Tate pulled the other way forcing Alison's head back as She cut across Alison's fringe. Alison had burst into tears Not daring to say anything to her new employer.

"Done!"

Barked Lady Tate, as she switched off the shaver and put it away in the cupboard. She had cut Alison's hair to a number one, brushing the now cut hair away from Alison's face. Tears still streaming down her face as Lady Tate removed the collar and pulled a open helmet over her head.

"I'm afraid with all that hair you would never look right in Latex, So it had to go!"

So looked up at the very imposing figure towering in front of her. Alison decided to try to take the lead and kissed Lady Tate on her latex skirted stomach.

"All in good time my dear!"

A ball gag pushed in Alison's mouth silenced any further discussion.

Finally a full latex helmet was pulled over Alison's head. Alison was left meowing through the gag, all thought of release had gone. What ever was going to happen would be The wish of Lady Tate.

A Leash clipped onto the collar and gently pulled as Lady Tate pulled Alison to her feet. Still unsteady wearing her new boots, Alison walked warily behind Lady Tate. Down the corridor they walked, until Lady Tate walked up to a box on the wall. She used one of her keys to open the box. Once in Lady Tate pushed a button and a lift door revealed itself. Lady Tate pulled Alison into the lift. There wasn't a lot of room in the lift, the pair were almost nose to nose Lady Tate softly brushed Alison's bum. Without thinking Alison pushed forwards into the arms of Lady Tate.

"I think I will enjoy you tonight!"

The lift stopped and Lady Tate Opened the door with difficulty, There probably was only ever room for one. 

The Pair walked out of the lift into what appeared to be a large area,. Lady Tate turned the lights on and all became clear. It was a dungeon! On the far wall was Alice. Alison realized the pair of them were identical. As Lady Tate walked her to Alice. Alice was Moaning, probably the amount of time she had been chained to the wall in the darkness.

"The new term starts in just over a months time. From tomorrow I want you're full attention. The girls are to be readied as you two are. No exceptions! Our first class totals four, as they come into the institution one at a time you should have no problem preparing them. After all, I have just prepared you my dear!"

Lady Tate released Alice from her chains. Alice was wearing exactly the same as Alison, down to the Mittens.. Lady Tate padlocked Alice's Mittens behind her and Leashed her. Alison's Mittens were released and Padlocked in the same way, behind her back.

Lady Tate picked up both leashes and gave a little tug to the pair. For a second Alice's eyes gazed at Alison's. Alison thought that given the chance, she would tell the story of how she ended up in such a place. Alison was torn between the terror of not knowing what was going to happen to her and the overtly sexual nature of what had already happened to her.

Lady Tate walked in front of Alice and Alison, the pair tried to look at each other but walking in heels, having your hands padlocked behind you, and being walked like a puppy doesn't Help. They made their way up a flight of stairs and found themselves in Lady Tate's, personal living space. She tethered The pair to a hitching post made for the purpose. As Lady Tate walked off Alice inched round to face Alison.

"OoH Ow Ay?"

"Mmmmff!"

"I oow ot ee os oin oo oo oo ou! Oori!"

(I knew what she was going to do to you! Sorry!) 

"Ac O ay oo odn orn ee od oo! 

( That's O K you couldn't warn me could you!)

"Ifs see eerr et ta ance ee oow er!"

(If we ever get the chance we'll show her!)

Apart from repeating her words so that Alison could understand, Alison being new to trying to communicate with a gag in the mouth. Alice got over what she felt was important. If Lady Tate did things the way she always seemed to there would be an opportunity to pounce, and it wasn't long to prepare.

Alison was keen to get even with Lady Tate, she wasn't keen on losing her job, but she was going to have something to say to the person that shaved her head, as if she was a dog, or worse!

Later that night, after the pair had gone over much of the information they needed to run the Institution, Lady Tate Said They might be rewarded for their work. Alice glanced at Alison saw a hint of a smirk in Alice's eyes, a little "I told you so!"

Alison guessed that Lady Tate had done something similar with Alice before, she guessed that all she was doing is the same thing but with both of them.

Lady Tate Picked up the Leather loops at the end of their leashes and everyone started to walk . While they were walking both Alice and Alison's eyes were firmly fixed on Lady Tate's buttocks Mincing down the hall. Lady Tate was leading them back to her private rooms. Once they walked through the doors, Alice looked at Alison, Alison gave her a look but being covered in two helmets and gagged it was impossible to tell what the message was!

Lady Tate walked into her living room, followed by the girls. She let go of the leashes and sat down on her comfy sofa.

"Now you both have been very good today, and for your good work I shall release you both and allow you to pleasure me!"

Lady Tate Pulled the large ring of keys and selected a key, She got up out of the comfy sofa and walked behind Alice .

She unlocked Alice's padlock locking the mittens behind her. Alice rubbed her arms as they hurt. Lady Tate unlocked the padlocks locking the mittens and pulled the mittens off of Alice's hands. Alison looked on in anticipation. Lady Tate unlocked the padlock locking Alice's posture collar and systematically unlocked and unzipped everything Alice was wearing. As Alice stood over her Lady Tate started to unlock and unzip everything that Alison was wearing, soon the pair of them stood over Lady Tate as Lady Tate Pulled Some Latex School uniforms from a cupboard. Alice quietly grabbed a ball gag, the same gag she was wearing minutes before. Alison saw the opportunity was a short one and carefully picked up a pair of mittens. They both hid their surprises by keeping their hands behind themselves. Lady Tate stood up and brought over the uniforms, she handed one to Alice and turned round to give Alison the other. Alice dropped the uniform and grabbed Lady Tate from behind by the chin, with the left hand and forcing the ball gag into her mouth with the right. Alison dropped her uniform as well and jumped at Lady Tate, grabbing her hands and strapping on the mittens and strapping them on!

"Consider this a strike! Lady Tate! 

Said Alice as she padlocked the mittens together.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmfffffffff!"

Lady Tate was not taking it very well.!

The girls laid Lady Tate down on the carpet and rolled her over on her stomach.

"You move and we play face sitting OK! The fallen woman didn't dare move, she could work out for herself she had outrageuosly overstepped the mark.

"We were both Employed by you Allegedly and you take our hair, our dignity our lives, we are employees not bloody slaves!

Now we 'll enjoy YOU!

Alice handed Alison her uniform,

"Yeah put it on! She loves us in them!"

Alice grabbed her own and they both slipped the Latex on, watching their prospective slave at their feet. They dressed each other. Pulling the Latex, teasing it out so the latex was smooth. Alice smoothed the latex over Alison's back getting close enough to peck at her neck. Alison gazed at Alice and edged closer to her They slowly gathered each other and kissed for the first time.

Alice broke first just to get her breath back.

"It's nice to share, Isn't it!"

Alice soothed,

"I have never held someone, ever."

Alison sought to fight back the tears as she let the truth be known, Lady Tate grunted and the pair, for the moment let the moment pass.

Right! We'll strip her!

They both grabbed an arm and Alice undid the button on her skirt as they pulled it down Alison looked at Lady Tate's crutch. There was the tell tale signs of a penis!

"God she has a willy!

Alice looked and started laughing!

"No wonder!" the pair pulled down their new slaves fifties style knickers to reveal a perfectly formed hairless penis.

"Oh we're going to have some fun with you! Hold her! I'll be a few minutes!"

Alice ran off, her uniform in full flow. Lady Tate kept trying to say something, Alison looked her in the eye.

"YOU! Shaved my hair off! You had absolutely no right to do that! I don't know what Alice has in mind but whatever it is, you thoroughly deserve it!" 

Alison could hear Alice running down the corridor upstairs, She only had a few seconds to wait!

Alice panting had something in her hand. Lady Tate recoiled the moment she saw it. Although Alison was still naïve enough not to immediately recognize a CB3000!

Rolled over Lady Tate's penis was slipped into the shaft and the clasp was clipped over her scrotum and snapped shut!

"There! She's ours! "

Alison saw something under her cock and balls, Alison gingerly moved them out the way the revel a small pussy.

"She has both male and female!"

Said Alison a little surprised at her forwardness.

"She's called a hermaphrodite, when you have both!"

Recognizing that all this was very new to Alison.

As Alice clipped the padlock through the bar and snapped it shut! 

"Help me get her up!"

They Pulled her up and felt her breasts,

"Well I can't tell whether they're real or silicon, they're not false anyway!" Lets see how you can suck pussy?

"Nnnnnooo!"

"If you had kept this at a professional level we wouldn't be here now. You cut her hair off you cut my hair off without a by or leave and you expect us to like it?

Fuck Off bitch!

So we will take our first break since we started working for you!"

The trio walked into the playroom, the large room they found Alice in earlier. They picked up Lady Tate with difficultly but got her on a bench. Alice unlocked the padlock holding the mittens and released them for a second them relocking them at the corners of the bench. Lady Tate was struggling all the time, until Alison slapped her dick when all three of them were stunned into silence! Alice changed to the other end of the bench ,Alison moved out of her way s she padlocked Lady Tate's ankles to the bench.

"Leave her to stew!"

Leaving Lady Tate tied to the bench!

They ran off hand in hand, laughing and kissing each other, They ran to Alice's room and lay themselves on the bed. For the first time in her life, Alison made love to another person. She held on to Alice. 

"I have a lot to thank you for Alice."

"No you don't, you deserved it as much as me!"

Alice slid off the bed and started to put her uniform on again.

"Anyway lets Go and give her hell!"

Alison followed suit and started to dress in her uniform as well!

They walked down to the playroom where they left her chained to a bench. As Alice flicked the lights on there was Lady Tate blinking trying to get used to the light. Alice whispered to Alison .

"Follow my lead!"

As they drew closer to Lady Tate Alice stopped for a moment and pulled her knickers off, Alison followed suit. Alice jumped on the bench where Lady Tate was locked to and Alice sat across her chest.

Alice unstrapped her Gag, 

"Ready?"

"Don't do...

Alice slid over Lady Tate's face and cut off her supply of air,

After a couple of seconds, there was a muffled cry 

"Suck it slut!" 

Alison had climbed on the bench as well and sat just in front of Lady Tate's newly found penis, which now resembled an plastic model of a dick! Alison could see Lady Tate go hard and then found there was nowhere to go, she squirmed in the new found bondage. Alison rather hoped that she would not be able the break the chastity belt and would squirm for a long time to come! At the Other end Alice only had her micro thin Latex knickers Between Lady Tate's mouth and her pussy after deciding that I might be better with out them on she looked over her shoulder And waved Alison forwards to take her place. Alison didn't need much encouragement, she maneuvered into place, much to Lady Tate's consternation. Lady Tate tried to move her head out from the grip of her pussy but Alison kept straightening her head and sitting on her face.

"I have never, ever had my hair cut off and I would never, ever consent to it! But you my employer decided for me and simply cut my hair off! So I think I will enjoy this even more than I should!" With that Alison gripped Lady Tate's head with her thighs and felt for her breasts. Upon finding them found the bit to squeeze and twisted it! She nearly came when Lady Tate erupted under her. Alice climbed on across Lady Tate's legs Scratching her balls with her fingers. Lady Tate went hard Again but with nowhere to go she screamed in pain under Alison weight.

The pair kept up the pressure on Lady Tate changing over after they had come, and watching how Lady Tate cringed in pain as she got hard only to find yet again that her dick was encased in heavy plastic.

Alice stuck Electro stimulation pads round Lady Tate's dick, Not too close, but close enough to seriously turn her on.

She set it for one minute every five minutes. Alice left it running and walked away after checking her gag was in place! She rejoined Alison in her bed and they resumed where they had left off.

The following morning there was a strange quiet in the place They dressed and walked down to see Lady Tate. She was still strapped to the bench, obviously In a bit of pain! Her dick was still trying to get hard but was trapped by the CB3000 which caused her to droop. The constant rise and fall must have been absolute torture! Alison looked closely at Lady Tate, the dried come still on her face. She looked pleadingly at Alison to stop the abuse of her dick!

Alice looked over her shoulder. 

"Don't you think she's had enough?"

Asked a more concerned Alison

"No! she'll have to pay for what she's done, at least to me!"

"Well I'll give her a drink, there's revenge and there's going to far. I don't mind her being taught a lesson but, I won't be party to Sadism, I'll go get her some water."

Alison walked away leaving Alice alone with Lady Tate.

When she returned with a glass of water, Alice was sitting across her chest. 

"Take off her Gag I want to give her some water."

Alice slipped off the bench leaving Alison with Lady Tate. Once the gag was off Lady Tate maneuvered her jaw trying to get it to feel like she didn't pick up the wrong jaw by mistake! Alison lifted her head so she could sip the water. "Oh, thank you my dear." 

She croaked.

"You really pissed me off cutting my hair, you know that?"

"I 'm sorry, I just wanted you to get the felling you were starting again. I wanted to let you feel like you were free to take any direction you wanted. I know all this was Alice's idea, I must have told her a little too much she will make a fine domme!"

"Is that what you wanted for me?"

"Of course! Why do you think I was teaching you both, We have four students arriving soon and you have no idea how to handle them. If you could release me we might be able to continue with your preparations."

"Oh I think that might be a little premature don't you? I don't think I could do that, not until Alice get it out of her system. I don't know what her problems have been but, I'll let you go once she runs out of steam!"

"Sound fair enough, are you going to gag me?"

"I wasn't but since you want it I will!"

Alison Pulled the gag from her throat to her mouth, suitably Muzzled Alison walked off to find Alice. She found her as she was rifling through a Leather and latex cabinet. Alice had collected some stuff for Lady Tate. The pair walked back to where Lady Tate was locked.

Alice dropped the bag she had collected and undid the shackles that locked Lady Tate down, then forced her hands together behind her back and padlocked it.

"Come on help me!"

Alice shrilled as she undid the straps holding Lady Tate 's feet to the bench.

"Strip off everything bar the CB!"

"What's a CB?"

"CB stand for Chastity belt, don't take it off!"

"OK!"

Off came the stockings the shoes the bra and Alice pulled out a Latex Cat suit. As Lady Tate's legs were pulled into the cat suit it became clear what sort of suit it was, with no arms and a baggy front it could only be a strait jacket suit! It pulled up and they unlocked Lady Tate only to relock her arms at the front. They did the suit up right to the top of her neck, Alice Picked up a Open face helmet and prized it over Lady Tate's head. taking her time to get the latex of the helmet smooth. Now the gag could not be undone the other helmet could be fastened over her head. \Lady Tate's hair although still on her head was crumpled under the helmets. Four things were left a pair of High heeled boots a collar and a Leash.

These were put on Lady Tate, she tried to avoid the collar, so Alice unzipped the cat suit and let the obstruction fall out.

"Oh, Oh my what do we have here? 

Said Alice clutching her face.

"Nothing to shock you with I'm sure!"

Said Alison who made Lady Tate look at her whilst she did up the collar.

"Mmmmmm!"

"No problem!"

Alice marched out with Lady Tate following behind her, closely followed by Alison.

"What do you want to do with her now?" 

"See the sun shining it's a beautiful day isn't it?

"Well yes it is."

"Have you any idea how hot it is in a latex cat suit in the afternoon?"

"No I don't."

. answered Alison truthfully"

"Well I fucking do! You sweat like a pig in one in this heat and No one could be bothered to give me a drink of water, NO ONE!"

"So is that why we're here?"

"I thought I'd give her a taste of her own medicine!"

Alice clipped a tether chain to a post, placed in the garden precisely for the purpose of tethering slaves. In the heat of the afternoon and with the chain too short to sit Lady Tate was going to make the best of it!

Alice had positioned Lady Tate to stand in the same spot that she had stood before.

"Right lets get something to drink and we can sit out here in the sun for a few hours!"

Alison glanced up at the new maid, who Looked quite uncomfortable already. Alice looked at Alison then Lady Tate,

"Stop fidgeting maid! Or I'll leave you here all night as well!"

Obviously a reference to a comment made by Lady Tate when the role were reversed! 

She stopped and seemed to calm down.

The girls sat quietly telling each other how they became to be there and generally swapping notes, Lady Tate sweated in the heat of the afternoon.

"Do you think we should give Lady Tate a drink?"

"No way! Do you think she would have given me a drink in the same position? No of course not!

Alice looked at Lady Tate, she got up out the seat and looked Lady Tate right in the eye. If you were here you wouldn't even think about someone else, would you, it wouldn't even enter Your head.

Lady Tate's head dropped. All she could do was look at Alice, or look at the ground.

"Do you understand what you have done to me, keeping me in Latex strung up all day in the sun without water? 




Tease and Denial



Beaten Lady Tate could not look any lower. 

Alice unclipped her and led her back to the house. Alison picked up the tray and carried it back to the kitchens, she put the tray on he side and watched as Alice took off Lady Tate's helmet and removed her gag. As she stood dripping with sweat Alice got her a drink of water. Alice held the glass to her mouth and she drank the glass. After she had recovered A little Alice was undoing the suit.

"Forgive me girls! I had no idea that something so simple could be so dangerous!"

"Consider yourself forgiven! I like being a slave, your slave. It's just the fact you obviously have never put yourself in the position before and now you know just how dangerous it can be!

"I shall make us a dinner to remember!" said Lady Tate.

"The best!" She said to a surprised Alice and Alison.

A little pasta, a little caviar, and a little champagne!

"Well thank you Lady Tate,"

A few hours later both the girls were slumped over the table drugged up to the eyeballs for the night. Lady Tate retrieved the key to the CB 3000 and removed it. She dressed in her rooms looking every bit the elegant bitch she had always been. She had no trouble lifting the girls on to a trolley and taking them upstairs for preparation.

Dressing the girls in Latex she prepared them for the prison. Neither would be able to move for a month, and both would wake in the darkness of a Punishment helmet.

"Those that dare the ultimate must prepare for the ultimate punishment."