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The Dark Side of Philly's Kim Delaney

Kim Delaney was on the set of her ABC Television courtroom drama, "Philly", rehearsing her lines. A picture of pure professionalism, she worked and worked to make the lawyer character she played believable.

Nearby a stagehand described the work habits of the 39-year-old star.

"She's a total pro, a hard worker. She is demanding but not unrealistic," said the older man, nodding at the show's successful star. "She has a good sense of humor, and often breaks us up with her jokes."

An elder makeup specialist agreed with her co-worker. "Ms. Delaney is just a nice girl, she always asks about my family, and she always has a nice word to say about my work. I have worked with hundreds of stars," said the woman, "and I would say the majority are uppity and in their own world. But not Ms. Delaney, she's a special woman."

The Philadelphia born actress has graced the small and big screens for several decades. She played Jenny Gardner on the soap "All My Children" for three years before moving on to the big screen. She has appeared in more than 20 feature films, but in recent years has been earning critical acclaim in television.

She parlayed a guest spot on "LA Law" into a staring role in "Tour of Duty," then played alcoholic detective Diane Russe on "NYPD Blue". It was that New York-based show which earned her an Emmy Award as Best Supporting Actress.

Her time with "Blue" was critically acclaimed, as her character found creative ways to capture the bad guys while still finding time to be the sexy girlfriend of co-star Jimmy Smits. The two, in fact, had a steamy simulated sex scene in her first episode on the award-winning show.

As she rehearsed her lines, Delaney thought ahead to the weekend, when she would be visiting family in the Delaware Valley, hitting some of her old haunts, and relaxing. She was looking forward to the weekend, as she needed the rest and relaxation after several months of grueling filming. Early the next week she planned on a uneventful drive along the Atlantic City Expressway and then the Garden State Parkway to visit her old college girlfriend in Cape May.

"I can't wait," she thought, sipping coffee as she read her lines.

The little gremlin in the back of her mind nodded agreement, quietly sending a gentle warm feeling through the actresses mind.

Kim Delaney bit her family adieu, smiling as she slid into the driver's seat of her fiery red Corvette. The car was a gift from her television show's producers, but the outfit she wore was purely her own Fifth Avenue taste. Casual four-button fleece top from Nordstrom, a pleated flannel Italian skirt from Saks, and a classic leather-riding boots from Hermes. She looked adorable with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, practical given her penchant for driving with the 'Vette's convertible top down.

She began the drive down the tree-lined South Philadelphia street toward Delaware Avenue, then out of town and over the heavily traveled Walt Whitman Bridge. As she traversed the road high above the Delaware River she remembered back to her teenage years. Those days, when she wasn't hitting the books, she dated lots of different guys.

Many of them ended their dates by parking with the cute girl in the shadows of the river just off Penrose Avenue. In those years the many guys tried to get into her pants, but none was successful. Still she was a popular lass, as her handjobs were exquisite and satisfying. It wasn't until the summer after her graduation that she lost her virginity.

As she whisked down the North-South Freeway, Delaney's mind wondered back to her new television show. People kept telling her they liked the show, that she presented a great side of womanhood. Still, she was happy to have the first nine episodes in the can, and wondered how long she could continue enjoying the time off. As the wind pelleted her face, she thought of how most of her vacations were cut short when her Type A personality almost forced her to get back into the work mode early.

"I must force myself to have some fun," she thought, switching from an easy listening station on the radio over to her CD. "What good is success if you can't enjoy it?"

Just before the entrance of the Atlantic City Expressway the actress made a quick decision to take the back roads down to the shore. There was no hurry, she enjoyed the scenery of the Garden State, and along the way she could pick up some excellent Jersey corn or other produce at one of the numerous roadside stands to bring as a gift to her friend Cindy's Cape May home.

The strong smell of freshly baked cinnamon buns struck the nostrils of Jack Dougherty as he entered the old diner off Route 553. Diners are to New Jersey as Delicatessens are to New York. A place to get decent food at a decent price, diners can be found at most of the circles that grace the state's roadways.

The 40-something man was tired from the long trip from North Carolina, where he had started her journey the day before. After dropping packages in Salisbury, Maryland, Dougherty drove into Delaware and took the Cape May-Lewes Ferry into New Jersey before finding and then sacking out in a fleabag motel.

This morning, after an invigorating, heart-awaking run and then soothing warm shower, he donned his denim shirt and faded blue jeans and hit the road. He drove northwest for about an hour before stopping at the Five Points Diner for a greasy spoon breakfast. Sitting at the counter, he attempted to strike up a conversation with a cute waitress, to no avail.

"I think she likes girls," said the tired looking man sitting a couple seats down after the woman entered the kitchen. "She doesn't even flirt with guys, which has to affect her tips."

Dougherty nodded his head in agreement at the regular's assessment of the waitress. "You have to work the crowd to be successful in this line of work," he replied, looking around the room. "It's not as if this place is packed. You'd think she would be working us for a bigger tip."

The two talked a little more about the waitress, especially her ample bosom and the length of her black skirt, before switching the conversation to football when the woman returned to the dining area. Football turned to hockey, which turned to politics and two more cups of coffee.

Their conversation was interrupted when a brunette opened the front door, entered the diner, and casually looked around. She was an attractive woman who looked somewhat familiar. The men watched as she sauntered over to a booth and sat down.

"She's a looker," said the guy whose name turned out to be Mike Sampson, a local maintenance mechanic. "I like her more than the waitress."

The truck driver agreed, adding, "She's not only a looker, but a classy looker as well. I could swear I've seen her somewhere before."

For the next half hour the two men traded glances at the woman with the ponytail. It wasn't until a commercial for the new show "Philly" came on the small television at the end of the counter that the two made a correlation.

"Heck," whispered Dougherty, "she's a dead ringer for the actress Kim Delaney plays on the TV show! Add a little makeup, a business suit and the right camera angle and that girl could be her double."

"You bet," agreed Mike. "Boy what I wouldn't give to do her!"

"Who, Delaney? Or the girl over there in the booth."

"Either!" he said, as Dougherty slipped off his stool and headed back to the men's room.

Kim Delaney had been watching the two men at the counter. They were hilarious, thinking she wouldn't know they kept slipping glances her way. Men, she thought, could be so dumb. But the rugged one in the denim shirt looked adorable in his own way. She caught his baby blues soaking her in as he spoke with his friend. The man had that real person, man of the earth, look about him. No air of royalty, no better than thou attitude.

She knew it was wrong, she knew it was dangerous and not very smart, but every so often the rich, attractive actress needed a real man to put out the special fire in her loins. And today, the pressures of work behind her but the horniness emerging from deep inside her raging red hot, she was looking for someone special to put out her fire.

She observed the man say something to his partner, then rise. At first she was afraid he was leaving, but sighed in relief when she saw him head toward the rear of the diner. Her mind told her to sit put, but the voice within told her to trail behind the man. She rose, threw a ten dollar bill on the table and took the same path through the diner toward the restrooms, and paused outside the men's room door.

As if drawn by a magnet, she slowly, cautiously, opened the door and peered inside. Looking back at the dining room, and seeing nobody around, she slid inside the men's room. There she watched the man in the denim shirt standing up against a urinal. The man finished his business, and started to turn when he saw the woman staring at him.

"I think you have the wrong room, miss," was all the startled Dougherty could muster.

The actress nodded. As their eyes met, she said, "Maybe...but I don't think so. I think you have something I need."

With that Kim Delaney took two steps forward and knelt before the shocked truck driver. As she unfastened his jeans she looked up into his eyes, then looked back toward his crotch. A semi-erect but growing by the second cock snapped before her face.

"I think I found it," she cooed, licking the tip. "I think this is what I was looking for."

Dougherty didn't know whether to slap his face to see if he was dreaming or do a back flip and thank his maker. He did neither, though, enjoying the feeling of his cock gradually sliding into the woman's hot, wet oral cavity. She slowly slipped his dick into her willing mouth, sucking on it as it slid slowly out. Her head began to bob on his now-hard manhood as moans came from deep within.

"Ummm," came the sound from her throat as she sucked his blossoming cock.

"Ahhh" came the sound from his mouth.

Kim Delaney's mind was ablaze with emotion. Through two marriages, through numerous relationships with rich, powerful and sexually stimulating men, nothing but nothing could top the satisfaction she received when she nabbed an unsuspecting common man. Her nipples expanded as wetness exploded in her pussy as she sucked the cock of a man whose name she didn't know. Sucked in on her knees on the dingy, sticky men's room floor.

The man put his hand on the back of Kim's head, pulling it toward his cock then held it as she recoiled. In and out of her mouth he thrust, eyes closed as he felt the tongue of the woman swirl around his burgeoning dick.

It had been more than two months since his wife had sucked his cock, but even when his wife did it felt nothing like the Kim Delaney look-alike's masterful mouth. This woman could suck like no other he had slipped his dick into, this woman was into the cocksucking. She was moaning, groaning and slobbering all over his throbbing dick. She slipped an Altoid into her mouth, sending warm sensations through the man's lengthening dick.

This was a woman who knew what she wanted, and then took it. She took control, and that control included his feeling like his cock was on fire.

The woman on her knees in the men's room took her mouth off Dougherty's cock, holding it inches from her face. She slowly jerked the dick off while asking him a question. "Am I doing this okay?"

"You gotta be kidding lady, you are an angel," Dougherty panted, rocking against her hand. "Please suck it more...please."

She smiled, licked her lips, then ovaled her mouth and reinserted the throbbing cock. It didn't take long to get him rocking into the wet, willing mouth.

Dougherty looked down at the woman as he pounded her mouth. He reached down, unbuttoning her top, and reached into her bra to fondle her 32Bs. They weren't the biggest tits he'd manhandled, but they were warm and firm to his touch. The girl moan as he caressed them, speeding up her sucking as her head bounced on his cock.

The women did not need to draw on her acting skills as she reached under her skirt and began to fondle her hardening clit. She rubbed it as the man rocked into her mouth. She felt his dick get harder, harder than she had felt in her mouth in ages, and she quickened her sucking actions.

The man felt the sperm begin to erupt from his dick, and he watched her face as he shot his copious, sticky load into her mouth. His lack of recent sex had allowed the cum to build up, and he shot several large spurts into the woman's hungry mouth. He continued to rock in and out of the woman's mouth as the men's room door opened.

A startled Sampson looked at first at Dougherty and then at the woman on her knees in front of him and let out a cry of amazement.

"Jjjjjesssuuusss, Holy Mother," Sampson cried out.

The woman turned her head --- as best as she could given Dougherty's dick remained fastened to her mouth --- and saw the man in the doorway. In one quick motion she reached back and grabbed at his pants, pulling him closer as sperm escaped from her mouth and dribbled down onto her heaving breasts.

As Dougherty's cock popped free of her mouth, Sampson was somehow inserting his. The woman wasted no time in feathering him to full erection and before sucking him like it was the last dick on earth. She fellated him with passion, causing the man to grimace as if in excruciating pain.

"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God," cried Sampson, as the spent Dougherty leaned back against the wall to observe the cheap hussy attack his newfound friend's manhood.

If Dougherty had exploded quickly, Sampson was quicker, pistioning his dick in and out of the woman's mouth on all 16 cylinders. The fact that he'd never before been involved in such a tryst shot fireworks off in his mind, as his dick shot sticky sauce into her willing mouth.

The woman kept the softening cock in her mouth for a while, sucking it clean, and then cleaned Dougherty's dick as well. Kneeling before the two men she wiped some of the excess cum from her mouth on the back of her hand, then looked up and smiled.

"That was great guys, it was just the meal I needed," she said to the startled men. "You have a great day, you hear?"

Sampson and Dougherty stood, pants around their ankles, as the woman rose to her feet. She brushed some of the grime off her knees, then lifted on her toes and kissed each on the cheek before turning and exiting the men's room.

The men looked at each other, then reached down to pulled up their pants. Soon they exited the bathroom only to find the dining room empty save for the bored waitress reading the paper at the counter.

They heard a car roar to life in the parking lot, and quickly strode toward the door. Just as they emerged from the diner they saw the red Corvette with the "Philly" license plate wheeling away.

Dougherty looked at Sampson in shock.

"That's couldn't have been the real Kim Delaney, could it?"

"Nah, no fucking way."

The two re-entered the diner and sat back down at the counter.

"Hey hon, how about a couple coffees," said a smug Dougherty to the waitress.

He glanced at the style section of the newspaper and read the headline. "Philly a Hit". Beneath the headline was a story about a local girl making good, but what caught his eye was the picture of Kim Delaney standing outside a Philadelphia trinity house, polishing her red Corvette with the "Philly" license plate.

Dougherty couldn't talk, but managed to show the page to Sampson.

The two high fived each other and basked in the knowledge of their men's room rendezvous with the vivacious and highly talented mouth of none other than television and movie star Kim Delaney.

As Kim Delaney sped her Corvette away from the diner, a finger slowly slipped in and out of her soaking wet pussy. She had come once while stroking her pussy in the men's room, and felt another one coming now. She orgasmed on her finger, all the while attempting to keep her car on the proper side of the road.

"It's a good thing there isn't much traffic," thought the actress.

She smiled as she lifted her finger away from her hot spot and to her mouth. She licked her finger, and then sucked it. Her pussy juice mingled with the cum residue remaining in her mouth from the men.

She hummed a special song to herself, making up the words as she went along.

"Yummy, yummy, yummy, cummy for the tummy."

Kim Delaney smiled and revved up her car's engine.

"I wonder if I can suck my way out of a speeding ticket," she thought to herself as the speedometer hit 80.

Needless to say, she could...and 20 minutes later after a state trooper pulled her to the side of the road behind some trees on Route 55, she would do just that.

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"Not yet. Are you just about to?", she asks. "Yes, master."

"Eat her pussy", she commands.

I pull out and bend over and push my face between her legs. My tongue licks at her clit until I hear a moan. Then I start to lick and suck her lips from top to bottom, inside and out. When I get back to her clit, her moans are louder. I can feel her pushing her hips back, rhythmically trying to mash her pussy into my face. I wrap one arm around her and press my face hard against her. My tongue is deep inside her.

I pull back and start to suck on her clit. She is crying out now. Faster and faster. I hear her say, "Sir, may I come?" "No", he replies. "Fuck her ass again", my master says.

We repeat this over and over, each time shorter than the last, as we both get closer and closer to an unstoppable orgasm.

Finally, my master tells me to fuck her ass and I say, "Master, I don't think I can. I'm afraid I will come as soon as I push inside."

"Very good. Open your mouth", she says.

I show her my open mouth. From behind, he pushes a ring gag into my mouth. My master is smiling at my surprise. I feel him secure the gag in place.

"Isn't she exquisite?", she asks, "I hope you enjoyed that. You seem to have made her Sir rather angry. He knew what I had planned but he really does not like other men touching his toys. I expect you are going to suffer terribly for it. If it gets too much, as I'm sure it will, just watch me playing with her and know that your suffering is paying for my happiness. You want me to be happy don't you?"

I nod my head.

She walks over to his slave. She bends down and pulls her up by the hair, then she slips open her robe and pushes her inside. I hear a familiar sigh as the slave's tongue gets to work.

I feel a hand grip my hair roughly pulling me up on my knees. My master is still looking into my eyes. Keeping me still. Keeping me calm.

He pulls my hands behind my back. I feel cold metal on my wrists. I hear the click of the cuffs as they tighten.

My master nods at him. She stands his slave up and leads her to the bed, turning her back on me.

"What is it you said about her? Ah yes. She looks like she could only be complete, with a hand on her throat and a cock in her ass."

I feel him drop to his knees behind me. His hand grips my throat roughly, pulling me tight to him.

"Did it ever occur to you that someone might say the same about you?"

I feel his other hand drop down behind me. He pushes my legs wider apart and presses his cock against my asshole. His mouth comes to my ear. "I'm going to destroy you", he whispers.

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Doing yoga in the nude is becoming increasingly popular, and it's gone way beyond some naked stretching in your living room. Though not quite mainstream yet, nude yoga classes are being offered in more diverse settings, including yoga studios and community centers, as well as through private clubs. As you might imagine, the venue of the class sets the tone and helps determine the clientele. There are many different motivations for practicing yoga nude, but a common thread is working on accepting the body in its natural state.

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Naked yoga classes offered at yoga centers tend to be co-ed, with an emphasis on practicing unencumbered by the confines of clothing. The style of instruction will vary depending on the teacher. You're definitely going to want to bring your own mat for this one, as well as a towel if you get sweaty since the perspiration that is usually absorbed by your clothing can make your mat slippery.

Devotees of this type of nude class find liberation in practicing naked in a safe environment, which they insist is strictly non-sexual. The room is often dimmed to make students more comfortable and clothing is sometimes removed ritualistically. Many get a thrill from dabbling outside of society’s norms, as well as enjoying greater freedom of movement and liberation from the tyranny of cute, matching yoga outfits. There's definitely no issue of status yoga leggings when everyone is nude.

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Private groups that come together to do yoga in the nude tend to cater to gay men. Although these groups have some of the same interests as those mentioned above, notably accepting the body, freedom of movement, and the lure of the forbidden, the atmosphere in these classes can get sexually charged.

Classes, which are usually taught by certified yoga instructors (though this is unregulated given the private nature of these organizations), often include partner work, so a certain level of comfort with touching other naked men is a must. And while wild orgies may not break out, most admit that it is kind of a pick-up scene.

Are Naked Yoga Classes For You?

If you are very comfortable in (and showing) your skin, you will probably feel right at home in a nude yoga class. A lot of people are motivated by the same urges that drive other nudist and naturist activities and lifestyles. After all, if you like to cook your dinner and watch TV naked, it doesn't make much sense to put on clothes for yoga.

However, nude yoga advocates feel that it's the students who don't feel entirely comfortable in their all in all and want to work on their body images who stand to benefit the most. If you can to a place where you feel confident doing a naked downward facing dog with a bunch of strangers, not much else will worry you. If you have a real desire to do naked yoga but can't quite bring yourself to strip off in public, then it's probably a good time to develop your home practice.


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"Katherine I do not believe I gave you permission to undress me." Emma said making her voice a gentle but strict tone.

"I'm sorry momma." Kitty said quickly

"That doesn't change the fact you need to be punished for you Impudence.". Emma said bending Kitty over her lap. "Also you are to refer to me as Mother or Mistress not Momma." Emma continued.

"Yes Mo-Mistress." Kitty caught herself.

Emma raised her hand and brought it down on Kitty's ass with a resounding smack.

"Owww!" Kitty wailed.

"My apologies Kathrine I should've told you sooner. I want you to count and thank me for each swat during your spanking."

"It's okay Mistress." Kitty said.

"Good. Now let's start over." Emma said and slapped Kitty's ass again.

"One thank you mistress"

"Two thank you Mistress

"Three thank you Mistress"

"four thank you Mistress."

"Oww! five thank you Mistress."

Emma spanked her five more times and paused.

"Mistress are we done?" Kitty asked her ass pink and stinging a little from the spanking.

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Stand quietly. Don't speak. Wait. Listen. Breathe. She trembled inside. Her breathing quickened with every passing second. Would He like her? Would she please Him?

She had no time left to worry. He would be there any minute. All she could do now was wait, and be patient. He had taught her small lessons from afar, but tonight was the night she would be put to the test. She had the items He asked for, and wore the outfit He demanded. The dress was a small baby-doll floral, strapless, gathered at the waist with the skirt falling just above her knees. She stood as firm as she could in the high wedge shoes, looking more like she was about to take in a day at the beach than a visit from Him. But He demanded it, and she would comply. He instructed her to have her hair in a ponytail, so that when He looked at her face, nothing would bar Him from seeing all of it.

On the bed lie the other items He had sent her; a collar, dildo, a flogger, mixed in with other sex toys. If it pleased Him, she would play with them, and if it did not, they would stay where they were. She fiddled with perfect manicure, ringing her hands in anticipation. She was sure her breathing was so heavy now that if she didn't find a way to calm herself, her breasts would come out of her top. That would most certainly not please Him. He wanted to see her virginal, innocent.

Stop fidgeting. Stop moving, she whispered to herself. She took one last look around the room, praying it was acceptable, and suddenly heard the swipe of a card and a beep from the door. He was there.

She closed her eyes quickly and slowed her breathing as best she could. The door opened slowly and he appeared in the room. His face was angelic, yet stern and lacked any emotion at that point. She said nothing, and lowered her eyes. He strode to her. He looked at her from the top to the bottom, then back up again. He moved in close and inhaled, taking in the scent of the perfume He commanded her to wear. He was pleased.

She wanted to reach out to Him. She wanted to touch Him -- feel His kiss. She put her weight into her legs, willing them not to move, and gently clenched her hands at her side to keep them from moving out to Him. He continued to stare at her, slowly cocking His head to the right as He lifted her chin. She didn't know what to do. Should she look at Him? Should she keep her eyes down? She decided it was better if she waited until she was told, but just His small touch sent shocks through her body. He was every bit as wonderful as she had imagined.

"Hello, pet." He finally spoke. His voice was soft and low, but she could already hear the command in His tone. "You may look at Me."

She slowly looked up, her big, round hazel eyes melting as she took Him in.

"Hello, Master." Her voice was weak, unasserted.

"You are stunning. You have pleased me greatly."

"Thank you, sir."

She stood firm. Don't touch Him. Oh God, how she wanted to touch Him. With any other man whom she felt this way for -- she would have aggressed him. She would have thrown herself into his arms, kissing him, herself taking control. But she knew better this time. She should not ever, ever do anything without His permission or instruction. She had learned her lesson the hard way -- months before. She shook in tiny bits, waiting to see what He had in store for her.

"Are you frightened pet?"

"No, sir." She lied. How could she lie to Him? She knew she had better correct herself. The punishment would be too severe. "Master, I mean..." she fumbled over her words "yes, sir. I am nervous."

"Do not be nervous love." He reassured her. "Master is here."

She nodded slightly. "Yes, sir."

He continued to stare through her, as if examining her.

"Strip." She immediately removed her dress and shoes and presented herself to Him in a small white thong. She bent down and slipped it off, standing in front of Him naked and vulnerable. "Kneel." She fell to her knees. "Good girl."

He reached down to her pony tail, tugged on it slightly before releasing the band. Her hair fell over her shoulders, slightly covering her breasts. He moved her hair over her shoulder, softly brushing His hand against her nipple, which immediately became erect.

"I see you have brought Me what I asked," He said while looking at the supply. "We shall start here."

He took from the bed large metal clips, attached with a chain. She knew He was going to attach those to her breasts, and no matter how many times she tried to train herself with them, they still hurt her very much. He picked up her right breast in His hand, feeling the fullness. Pulling out the nipple, He milked it like a farmer would a cow's teat. Her pussy swelled and she could feel her wetness on the inside of her thigh. A small moan escaped her as He prepared her tit. He opened the clip, and clamped it down on her nipple. Don't scream. He prepared her other breast, using the clamp on that side as well. Tears fell from her eyes. Stop. Stop crying.

To her surprise, her Master wiped her tears from her face.

"Do you trust me?"

She nodded.

"Answer me."

"Yes, Master. I trust you."

"Master will never hurt you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

To even more of her surprise, her Master adjusted the clamps, moving them up, taking in more of her areola reliving some of the pressure from her nipple.

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, slut."

His words teased her. How could it -- when He said those things, or used those names -- turn her on the way it did? How could being His whore make her excited and wet? How could Him abusing her body make her feel so loved and safe?

She moved to her feet and was helped up by her Master as he pulled her chain.

"Hands behind you."

She put her hands behind her, interlocking her fingers, resting them on the shelf of her tight ass.

"Did you think of Me on the plane ride here?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Did you masturbate?"

She did. But, she was afraid to tell Him. She had cum in the bathroom of the plane anticipating Him. But she hadn't asked permission. Should she lie? Would he know?

"Yes, Sir." She answered Him and immediately looked down. She was ashamed.

"Did you have My permission pet?" She knew He knew she didn't, but she was expected to answer Him anyway. He enjoyed watching her muscles tighten, knowing she was going to be punished.

"No sir."

He was silent for a moment. Her breathing hastened.

"Bend over, grab your ankles."

"Please, Master, let me explain first."

He grabbed the back of her neck and forced her down, so that her ass was high in the air.

"Do not speak."

"Have you not learned anything? I told you not to speak." The first spank was with His hand, on her flesh, the most painful area between her ass and thigh. The second was the same. Third. Fourth. Fifth. All smacks from the heaviness of his hand. She whimpered, but dared not moan or speak. "That love was for cumming. This is for disobeying and talking back to me. You will not speak to me unless I allow you to." He grabbed the back of her hair to make her stand and pushed her body against the wall. "Hands up." She put her hands up on the wall. "Spread your legs, bitch." She did as she was told. She knew the whip was coming. He held onto her back still, dragging the whip across her legs and then her ass. As the straps pounded her, she strained to keep from screaming. When He was finished, he dropped the weapon, and left her red and her skin on fire. He came from behind her and breathed into her ear, taking his hands and massaging her ass. "Don't disobey me again." She shook as he spoke to her. She had tried so hard to be good, so hard to be obedient.

"I will never disobey you Sir. I am sorry, Sir."

He said nothing to her as he reached his hand down under her ass, sliding his finger around the slit of her pussy.

"You have the most wonderful cunt." He examined her with his finger, feeling around the outside of it, teasing her when entering her with just the tip of his finger. "You are nice and wet whore." He put one finger all the way inside of her, moving it around to increase her pleasure. She wanted nothing more at that moment but to cum on Him, but she knew she should not unless he told her to. He pulled his finger out and placed it in His own mouth. "You taste fantastic. A beautiful, tight, good tasting cum slut. How lucky Master is today. Turn around."

She turned her back firmly against the wall.

"Undress me, you stupid cunt."

She started at the top, fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt. She was trying to be calm, but what she really wanted to do was unzip His pants, pull out His cock and have Him thrust it into her. She wanted to fuck Him. She wanted to be His slave and obey Him, but she really just wanted to fuck Him until he shot His load deep inside of her.

She finally moved His shirt off of Him. She moved into Him, kissed His neck, and the nape of his throat, almost losing all control. He recognized this and slowly pulled her head away from Him. "Finish undressing me pet." She sighed inside, but did as she was told, undoing the button and unzipping His pants, finding his bulging cock staring at her. "Go ahead pet, say hello."

Her ass was firmly planted along the wall now as she crouched to greet His cock. She took Him, she tried to tease Him, but she could barely control herself. She wanted His cock inside of her mouth, inside her cunt; she wanted Him like she could barely explain. She licked his cock, sucked on it, then held it up and licked the underside. She moved her tongue back as far as she could, licking her Master's asshole, then back to his cock, sucking on all of it. He slammed His cock deep into her throat, causing her to gag slightly as he pushed her head up against the wall. She grabbed onto his ass, forcing Him into her mouth deeper, and on the rare occasion He fell out of her mouth, she begged him to cum. He positioned his hands against the wall for leverage and fucked her mouth like he would her cunt, slamming her head against the wall with each thrust.

"You are a wonderful whore. Yes, slave..mmmm, you like my cock in your throat, don't you slut?" She nodded, best she could. Her pussy was dripping now, a small puddle forming under her legs. "You are dirty. What a whore you are." He laughed slightly and started to cum. "You are a nasty little whore...yes...kinky little slut." He thrusted harder now, her head up against the wall and came deep into her throat. She tightened her mouth around Him so she wouldn't drop a bit of His cum. He brought His hands down to her cheek, gently slapping her to release his cock. She did, and he lifted her.

"Good girl."

She smiled and waited for instruction.

"Lay on the bed."

She did...lying on the bed, less nervous now that she had been before. He walked to her and opened her legs, spreading them as wide as she could. He positioned His head between her legs, preparing to examine her pussy, much like a doctor would. He used his fingers to pull it apart, pulling back the lips and memorizing the pink flesh inside.

"Your pussy is quite acceptable." He assured her. She wanted Him so badly now. He moved his finger down, slowly inserting it into her ass hole, making her squirm away. "Don't move." She tried to stop, and he pushed his finger deeper into her. "You've never had anal sex have you pet?"

"No Sir."

"I can tell, your ass is tight." He reached around her on the bed for the lube she had brought, opened it and placed a small amount on his finger. He inserted his finger back into her hole. "Better?"

"Yes sir."

"Stay still." She tried very hard not to move. "I am going to stretch you a bit."

"Sir?" her voice was strained.

"Stay still." She waited while he massaged her asshole, pulling at it. She felt pressure, as he inserted a small plug into her hole. She wanted to scream, but she didn't. She waited until he was done, and took it the way He instructed her to. "Good girl. I think you might even be able to go a bigger size." He removed the plug inside of her and inserted a medium size one, much like he was fitting her for a shoe. She gasped. He smiled, and pulled it out, then inserted it again. He did this several times, slowly, each time hurting her more.

"Sir, please.."

"Shut up whore."

He was hard again, excited at the possibility of entering her. He quickly climbed on top of her, positing his cock at the opening of her anus.

"Sir, please don't. Please."

She pushed her legs away.

"Stop slut. Relax."

"No sir, no...please."

He was tired of her begging and covered her mouth with his hand.

"Relax love."

He moved into her, his cock entering her anus, causing her pussy to excrete more juices that she had ever felt in her life, running down her slit and onto his cock. He moved in further, in and out, and used a hand to play with her clit.

"Oh...oh my God, Master..." She suddenly appreciated Him doing it, even if she didn't want to. It was a feeling she had never experienced before. "Master, fuck me...yes...fuck me."

Her Master complied and began slamming into her ass, ripping her apart. She wanted to cum.

"Master, may I touch myself? May I cum?"

He didn't answer her at first, but merely kissed her like he did when He first entered the room.

"Yes, pet...cum for your Master."

She reached her hand down, in between their bodies and found her clit. She rubbed it with her whole hand, then just her fingers in the right spot.

"Cum whore."

"Yes....Master...yes."

She continued fingering herself, knowing it wouldn't take long. She exploded all over herself...moaning in ecstasy.

He pulled himself out of her ass and climbed higher on top of her, placing his dirty cock back into her mouth. He fucked her mouth again until he came, again -- she taking every last drop.

They lay together for a moment on the bed, hearts pounding. He pulls her close to Him, as she wraps her legs around His, cuddling into him...finding her home -- finally knowing she is right where she belongs.

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