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Chapter 1: Creating a Submissive

Avil was sitting in office, ostensibly busy with the latest research report sought by the senior management. Haah! A bunch of oafs is what they were, making people slave over inanities when they had no meaningful work to give. Luckily the juicy female trainees made life bearable. His body would literally burn with lust each time he would see the options on display.

"PLEASE Oh Lord!" he would often beg, "Give me the power to control women's minds, I wont need anything else in the world."

Minimized and tucked away in his taskbar was always a google window with search strings on mind control spells and hypnotism. Avil should really not be thinking all these dirty thoughts as the girls were basically very sweet and were good friends with him. But the very sight of panty-covered bums straining through cream-colored pants would make him want to whip the tender ass cheeks black and blue.

Avil was surreptitiously surfing as usual when he came to a website on some Tibetan llama. A weird one line "mantra" was given there; "OM AAH CHUNG VAJRA GURU PREMA SIDDHU CHUNG OM AA DUNG" went the mantra, it promised all sorts of miracles. If one recited it millions of times, one would attain nirvana or something.

"What crap" thought Avil as he clicked off. Later at home, as he relaxed with a vodka and watched a XXX film, he began thinking out ways and means to use the mantra.

"Hey, what if I record it in a tape and keep playing it at night on playback mode? My mind will virtually be reciting the mantra". Swiftly arranging his stuff, Avil began recording. Soon the tape was ready. Fairly jumping with joy, he set up the apparatus and slowly drifted off to sleep while the hymn droned on....

The next day, Avil felt quite fresh throughout the day, generally he would be quite pooped by the time he took his late evening shag, massaging his dick with soap filled palm, but today, he felt like he could take on the whole bunch of chicks from office in one go! But hard luck! He felt no different or powerful. Still, with the dogged perseverance of the true pervert, he decided to persist with his efforts.

Two weeks had gone by, there was now a definite change coming over Avil. He was doing very well at work now, was able to coordinate multiple tasks better and could anticipate in advance just what his superiors desired. He sat at office one day and was wistfully staring away at Pam, one of the trainees. A slim girl, Pam generally dressed conservatively, but today she was clad in skintight worn jeans and tight T Shirt. Her long legs were on display, flashing like nunchaks in Bruce Lee's hands as she flitted about here and there on her errands. Her tight ass wiggled this way and that as she moved, every once in a while her nipples would harden and would push through the thin fabric.

Avil however sensed a deep sadness in her, perhaps she was having boyfriend trouble, he hazarded. He managed to wangle a seat next to her at chow time and began chatting with her, slowly spinning out a yarn about unrequited love. Pam seemed to be taking a great deal of interest in the conversation; soon they were discussing her pathetic stump of a boyfriend, who was dithering in marrying her, just because his old dragon of a mother disapproved. Avil listened and occasionally put in the right word, which was designed to soothe her.

To Pam, the whole experience was cathartic; she had not been able to discuss the issue even with her parents, and here was this relative outsider who seemed to understand it all. She suddenly felt an enormous urge to pour out all her bottled love and care for someone and looking at Avil's earnest face, she decided that he it would be. She invited him home for the night, to as she put it "have coffee and chat" But Avil's cunning mind knew exactly what he wanted, and would take from her.

They entered the snug flat, a typical single girl's pad, meticulous and feminine. Pam slowly walked upto Avil and they kissed, their tongues swirling and their teeth gently nibbling each other's lips.

She drew away and fixing a soulful look at Avil asked "Tell me what you want, whatever you seek, I shall give you tonight!" "A total and absolute submissive is what I want, who shall rush to fullfil my every demand". Pam smiled and did not answer; she merely began taking off her jeans. As the jeans peeled off, her shapely hips came into view, covered in white panties cut daringly at the sides. Avil gave a sigh of anticipation as Pam now stepped out of her jeans, her curvy hips leading to the sweep of her slim thighs, her tender calves and tiny feet with the digits clustered together like a line of rosebuds. She now pulled her T Shirt over her head, exhibiting her long and curved midriff, the navel stretched like a teardrop.

"All, take off all your clothes for your master" Avil breathed.

Pam lowered her head in acquiescence and gently freed her breasts from the thin cotton bra. Her breasts were like ripe pears, oval and sweet, capped with tender red areola and dark nipples, which gradually twitched and perked up in the air-conditioned air. Pam hooked her thumbs in her panties and drew them down, revealing the sweet curve of her mons, encrusted with shiny, curly hair. Avil sighed as his penis swelled at this lush display, leaking pre-cum into his underwear.

Pam slowly stepped forward towards him, her firm breasts swaying and her hips undulating like a snake with every step. Slim white hands reached out and nimble fingers were soon unbuttoning Avil's shirt. In a twinkling of the eye, Avil was standing stark naked, just like the love goddess in front of him. Avil reached out a bold hand and clasped the back of Pam's neck, like a master leading his goat, Avil thrust her face downwards, forcing Pam to kneel as he guided her mouth towards his cock. Pam gently kneeled down, her raven black hair playing across her milky back. With a palm supporting his turgid balls, Pam slowly opened her butter-soft mouth and took his glans into her cavity.

Avil sighed with pleasure and thrust forward, pushing his entire cock length into her mouth. Pam was now moving her head forward and backward, taking his penis to new heights of ecstasy with each stroke. Avil watched her gentle giving eyes, her pliant white ass and decided to add insult to injury. Gasping with the effort, he suddenly released a stream of urine deep into her mouth. For a moment, Pam's eyes looked up to him in mute appeal and her body tensed, then with a sagging of her shoulders, she continued her sucking motion and drank down each and every drop of his piss.

As she finished, Avil took a step backwards and his penis slipped out of her mouth with a loud plop.

"There, I have taken your very essences, your very excreta!"

"Don't get proud with me, or I shall make you eat my shit!" Avil retorted.

He casually walked over to a low-lying divan and lay down on his back, his shiny red prick standing up proudly. Pam kept standing, she had experienced great revulsion at her wanton acts, but having her belly filled with Avil's tangy piss had given her a great satisfaction. Truly she felt that she had proved once and for all the extent to which she could surrender for love.

"Well, are you going to stand there all night?" Waving towards his penis Avil said, "Who will take care of this?" Get your ass here NOW!" "Aah, Men!" she thought as she gently walked forward. Putting each leg on both sides of the narrow divan, Pam carefully flexed her legs and drew her vaginal slit down over the upright prick. Taking his spit stained cock, she slowly guided it into her opening and sat down, quivering as the cock bore deep into her. Avil kept a blank look as she unflexed her leg muscles and stood up; and again bore down.

So continued the painful routine for ten long minutes. Pam's leg muscles were now aching like fire, plus, all this slaving for a relative stranger had set her mind on fire.

"You are the mother Earth," Pam breathed to herself as she moved up and down, "Born to take the seed of the very men who then defile you".

"Aaaah..." A deep moan escaped her lips as she felt a juicy orgasm build up, sweat oozing out of her every pore and dripping down on Avil's recumbent form.

Avil reached up with clawed fingers and savaged Pam's breasts, his nails raking across her tender nipples, pinching them and kneading them into fire.

They both screamed as jet after jet of sperm shot into Pam's cunt, Pam in turn rewarded Avil with copious outpourings of love juice, their nectars combined and wet their pubic hairs, turning them slick and dark.

They panted like racehorses, their heartbeats slowly coming back to normal. Pam reached out to Avil and sought to snuggle up to him. But Avil disdainfully pushed her away with his legs and relegated her to cringe against the footboard while he regally rested his feet against her bum.

Pam wiped away silent tears and settled down as best as she could, accepting with delicious tragedy, the scorn of her new master.

Chapter 2: Enticing the Dyke

Avil sat in office, working or at least pretending to, while he watched Pam flitting around with a deep satisfaction. It was a treat to totally dominate such a independent, seemingly carefree girl. As he watched, Diane cut his view by walking past him. Now Diane was a very interesting girl indeed. She wore her straight hair long and flat, and had a lithe upper body with tight breasts and hard pokies. Her hips however were lush and gave on to hard, muscular thighs. Her buttocks were hard and muscular, sculptures in perfection. Avil had seen her eyes follow the movements of the girls in the office. She had a particular letch for Pam, ogling her juicy, bouncing tits seemed to make her day.

All said and done, Diane was a consummate but dominating professional at her work. This used to irk Avil and they used to often have big fights. Diane was wrong for a change today but Avil and she had a big showdown before their boss resolved the issue.

"Hey, no hard feelings ok?" said Avil as a patch up gesture.

"Yeah," she shrugged, "Guess I get carried away sometimes"

"Yup, you seem to get a kick out of this manly behavior stuff"

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"Well, I have seen you eyeing the broads, just want to say that if you want to have a go at our Pam, it can be arranged!"

For a moment, Avil thought that she would hit out at him, but then her face clamed down and a shrewd look came on her face. "Oh Yeah? And who are you to talk for Pam?"

"I am balling her right now, and whatever I tell her, goes!"

"What's in it for you, buster?" demanded Diane with her hands on her hips

"Me? Nothing! Just a ring side seat" Avil gave a sly grin Diane's instincts warned her that not everything would go as smoothly, but her body was burning with frustration at having to keep secret her lust for girls. And she had a particularly huge crush for Pam, her sweet butts and tender boobs were the stuff of Diane's masturbatory fantasies each night.

"Ok" she nodded, "But how do we get this done, I am NOT going to rape her!"

"Hey, who said anything about forced entry, she is gonna welcome you into her arms! Just wait and watch!!"

That evening, as usual, Pam left office first and headed to her home to tidy up and wait for her lord and master to arrive. Avil had today asked her to wear a old and short school uniform of hers, it was so ridiculous, the outfit barely covered her ass cheeks, the shirt left her navel bare. As she was arranging a bunch of fresh flowers on the coffee table, the door opened and Avil came in.

Pam was shocked to see Diane, that too in her present half naked state. A stab of fear raced through her cunt, no one in office knew what perversions she had to endure from Avil, and now here was a new person!

Pam colored as she felt Diane's fierce gaze dipping into her exposed thighs and seeking out her belly cleft. She had often felt her gaze on her in office, but it was only now that the lust in her eyes was plain to read. Pam's pussy throbbed and her nipples hardened as she wantonly returned Diane's looks.

"Diane will be your mistress for the evening for you to serve, take care wench, or else I shall whip your buns raw!" warned Avil with an evil grin.

Diane was totally bowled over by Pam, her miniscule skirt highlighted her long never-ending legs, and her unfettered boobies squirmed and peeked from under her shirtlet. Diane stepped forward and took Pam in her embrace as Avil settled down on the settee for the show. Holding up Pam's lovely face, Diane sought her lips and they kissed long and deep, their tongues lashing at and tickling each other.

Their hands sought out the other's heated bodies and soon, school dress joined corporate suit, as both became bare ass naked. Their naked bodies cupped and cradled into each other, Diane's busy fingers moved down Pam's smooth back and dipped into her ass crack. Pam gasped as a smooth manicured finger eased through her tight ass muscles. Their mons were now rubbing against each other, and both trembled as a gentle orgasm tore through them.

Diane gently disengaged herself from her lover and stood up, she walked over, ass swinging, to her handbag and retrieved a double dildo. She thrust one end deep into her pussy, shivering as the thick rubber stretched her inner walls. Pulling at the rubber cock to make sure that it was firmly lodged against her cervix, she now walked over to her love slave.

Pam had never experienced sex with another woman, but this strong muscular goddess had set her on fire. As she saw Diane coming towards her, her stomach muscles quivering and dildo jiggling, her pussy ached with longing and she threw open her arms to her lover.

Diane fell into Pam's embrace, kissing her like there would be no tomorrow. She quickly lined up her protruding dildo above her lover's cunt and thrust in. With quivering thigh muscles and groans, the dildo slowly speared its way into Pam's love box. They both cooed and moaned as Diane set up a steady rhythm, the dildo simultaneously moving in and out of both slits.

As Avil watched the love locked pair, he could not take his eyes off Diane's ass, the globes straining with her every downward thrust. Moving up slowly, he positioned himself above Diane. As Diane plunged up, she suddenly felt hard palms grip her hips and a hot dick head attack her pink ass bud.

"Aaah..." she cried out in pain as the fat cock jettisoned itself into her tender ass crack. "Nooo..." she screamed, but it was too late as Avil had already begun thrusting into her like a bull. In between the rubber dildo beneath and the live cock above, Diane felt like her whole body was being roasted in a fire. The pain was so exquisite that it was almost pleasure full.

Avil was going mad from the delicious sight of two beauties squirming helpless underneath him. Pam was also bucking from the double weight on her, which was driving the dildo deep into her womb. The room was filled with cries as all three of them came together. Avil pulled up Diane's head by her hair and imparted a rough lascivious kiss on his new conquest's lips.

Chapter 3: Discipling the Secretary

Avil was pleased no end at the way things were going. Two office girls as his personal sluts and today, he had just been offered a voluptuous secretary. Sally was married, or at least so the ring on her finger proclaimed. But Avil had eyes only for her luscious and juicy ass cheeks, which thrust proudly out of her rear profile. The days when she used to wear her cream colored pants; her panty line would drive him mad. His hands itched to slap her buttocks into submission.

But the deal would have to be laid out carefully. So he set his plan into motion by giving her work that would require domain expertise, where as a beginner, she was bound to make mistakes. Then came the hot rebukes, Avil really laid it out to her for the next few weeks, till she used to actually shiver whenever he called her to his cubicle. Finally he asked her to prepare some important documents and submit it to his apartment one night before she left for the evening.

Sally had already had a rough day, and now this detention! Sally was driven wild with worry, but she needed this job badly as her husband was currently unemployed and they had a kid to raise.

It was well past 11 pm when she reached Avil's flat. Avil opened the door himself and gruffly invited her in. He sat on the divan, examining the documents while Sally was made to stand in front of him. Within a minute, his experienced eyes had spotted a few crucial mistakes and he suddenly threw the papers at her.

"You ignorant fool! I am going to have your job for this mistake!"

This was the limit! Sally's face winced as hot tears burst out of her eyes. "Please Sir, I really need this job, please do not fire me Sir"

"Hmm.." Avil mused loudly as his eyes again fell on her buttocks, ohh.. How they curved out, just begging to be beaten black and blue!

"Take off your clothes, all of it, Right Now!!" he roared, his tone leaving no scope for refusal.

Hiccupping from fear and shame, Sally slowly took off her shirt. Her large and somewhat drooping boobs came into view. Her generous tummy thrust out over the elastic of her pants. She slowly hooked her thumbs and pulled down her pant, revealing her fleshy thighs and thick calves. By this time Avil was too aroused to have patience. Stepping forward, he spun her around, grabbed her chaste white panties and pulled hard. As the flimsy material ripped apart, her white and quivering ass globes came out. Avil was awestruck and just gloated upon his find for a few minutes. Slowly he reached out a hand and cupped a globe.

He caught hold of her hand and pulled her along to the divan and laid her across his legs. As she lay prone across his thighs, her cute ass cheeks thrust up, like a pair of errant schoolboys. Avil drew back his hand and landed a heavy hand across the cheeks. Sally felt as if her ass had been set on fire and screamed.

"Keep silent, you dumb bitch," panted Avil as he landed blow after blow to her quivering members.

After a few blows, he could hold back no more and he pulled her up. Kissing her roughly, he clawed her back like an animal in heat. Sally quivered with pain and arousal, the beating had set her pussy singing and now this fierce assault on her lips and back maddened her as well. Screaming and growling, the two of them pawed, bit and scratched at each other.

Avil gradually mounted her and pushed her thighs apart. "Bitch!" he screamed as he pushed his rock hard dick into her moist and demanding snatch. Sally felt the hard prick invade her cunny and bucked up her hips to accept the full thrust. They screamed like dragon slayers as they set up a torrid routine, his balls slapping onto her ass crack with each thrust. As the movement built up to a crescendo, they gurgled and moaned as hot seed mixed with syrupy juices.

At last, Avil lay on her and they kissed long and sweet.

"Well Sir, so how did I perform today?"

For answer Avil got up and turned her over. "Oh No, not again" sighed Sally as his hand slapped down on her ass...

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“Yeah, but I had a thought about that – the wedding itself is in the afternoon, and its just boring stuff. The reception is the really fun part, you could make that, right?”

I looked at Kelly’s sweet, pale, cherubic face – those freckles and long eyelashes behind her glasses, and knew I didn’t want to disappoint her. It had been a few days since we had our impromptu “tryst” in the change room at my work, and before committing to anything matrimonial, we agreed to go out on an actual date. To be honest, it was my first actual date with another woman, and it scared me. I figured that something familiar like dinner and a movie would be best to dip my toe into the water, and here I was, having burgers at the proverbial ‘malt shop’ wondering if there was going to be a goodnight kiss.

“How about I pencil you in?” I gave Kelly a sly glance as I polished off another stolen fry.

“Well then, I am cautiously flattered,” Kelly leaned back in the booth and pushed her glasses back up on her nose. Her chest stuck out, and I could read the bra lines beneath her t-shirt. She looked downwards and smiled to herself.

“What?” I whispered at her. She looked back up at me with pursed lips.

“I just can’t wait to see how beautiful you look in a dress,”

My face warmed as I stared down at the table, suddenly realizing our legs had been intertwined since we sat down.

Passing a pair of leathery smokers outside, I pushed through an old set of wooden doors and walked into the lobby of the Veteran’s hall. Though largely unfamiliar with this branch, I had grown up with one of these in town, its old ’50s style decor, stained carpet and panelled coat room. Animal horns, plaques, pictures and trophies adorned the walls, flags limply standing on poles in most corners. These were where life happened for everyone in small towns; wedding receptions, 50th birthday parties for your uncle, tea services after funerals – you knew that all the standard milestones were hosted here.

Though perhaps this one would have been a first I’m guessing.

I looked around and found a sign board on an easel, the plastic white letters spelling out Carlson-Petitte Reception: Armoury Hall. Unable to find further indication of where that was, I began to wander, drawn to the thumping base of a far off wedding DJ. Just as I came to the decorative arch and the dimly light dance hall, I caught a glimpse of Kelly, carrying an empty tray and dashing across the hall to what I guessed was the kitchen. I moved to follow her, and found a handful of women, all of various ages, and states of wedding finery, unboxing desserts and putting them on plastic serving trays. An older lady, with super tall hair and too much makeup looked up at me.

“Hi there, can I help you?”

Before I could speak, i was practically body checked back out into the hallway by a bundle of dark hair and taffeta.

“Oh my god, oh my god! You’re here!, Thank you SO much!” Kelly had wrapped her arms around me with great energy, and excitement. I had never heard casino siteleri her so effusive before. She looked up at me, practically beaming.

“I’m sorry I’m so late, it took longer to get here than-” Kelly shyly kissed my nose, and hugged me tight once more. She composed herself and pulled away ever so slightly, perhaps a tad embarassed by her emotion. She looked me up and down, holding my hands and spreading my arms apart.

“This dress. You look… incredible.” The look she gave me was one of pride and relief, though I could tell she was every bit as nervous as I was. I squeezed her hands, and leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead.

“Thank you Kel, you look beautiful,”

Our second date was very much a “Netflix and Chill”. Kelly lived with her parents, so it was easier for her to come over to my place, which allowed her to meet my cat Poe. We all hunkered down on my couch in a pile of blankets, wearing sweats and t-shirts, eating junk food. By the time the credits had rolled, we were making out, and groping at one another over our clothes. Every once in awhile, we would stop, and spoon, or just lay beside each other staring up at the ceiling.

“Do you ever feel like any time you go out with another girl, its like, law that you have to have the talk?” I shifted to look at the side of Kelly’s face.

“Which talk?” I asked, unsure of where this was going.

“The standard talk of – well how long have you been into girls? When did you know? Have you been with a guy before? Like, I’m not sure what to call it, really – But like the establishment of the lesbian credentials I guess.” She turned over onto her side, putting her an inch away from literally being nose to nose with me. I could see my face reflected in her glasses.

“You think its standard? Hrm… Well, I’m not sure I’ve had that experience. I mean, I haven’t had much of any experience really.” I could sense a tinge of fear in Kelly’s eyes. We lay there in silence for a minute or two before I spoke again. “Do you think its important to have that talk?”

“I dunno, maybe?” I could sense that there was some worry in her about our mutual orientation, and wondered if she had been hurt in the past. “I know I could use some more cuddling,” She smiled and moved her body down as she wrapped her arms around my waist. Her head rested on my breasts, and she closed her eyes with a contented look upon her face.

I watched her fall asleep, her head moving up and down with every breath I took, and I wondered about those “lesbian credentials”.

Growing up, I had never had a sudden realization about who I liked, I just kind of – well, I either fell into things or just plain avoided the whole love and sex stuff altogether. Everything that surrounded the concept of relationships irked me, and I found myself withdrawn from the process. In fact, maybe that had been my problem – that relationships were a process to me.

The first time I had sex was with a boy named Xavier, a fairly unremarkable boy, and an equally unremarkable event. I was curious about sex, and had found the opportunity to be with him at a bush party during high school. It was interesting to feel someone inside of you, and to be naked with another person, but I didn’t really have feelings for him. The typical high school aftermath, involving hurt feelings and gossip didn’t endear me to the experience, and it took till my second year in college before I tried again.

Patrick was my second lover, and the first person I fell in love with. He was a psychology major who lived off campus, which was great, as I was still living at home at the time. We had met in a study group, and had a natural progression into his bed. What I learned here was that the more you did it, the better the sex got, and I guess it was the familiarity that built feelings in me, and it was familiarity that lost Patrick’s attention. What ensued was a lengthy process of breaking up, that left me cold and rattled.

Nick was my third sexual partner, a rough guy with a few screws loose, and what was, canlı casino I imagine, the knee-jerk reaction to losing the sweet, bookish Patrick. Nick worked as a mechanic at a local auto body shop, where I met him after getting my tires rotated. It was stupid and meaningless, but Nick’s devil-may-care attitude brought me to my very first threesome… with a girl.

Not having done anything with a woman before, I felt I was at a bit of a loss as I fumbled about – primarily for Nick’s benefit. After he got off, and passed out me and the other girl – Nikki- had laid in bed caressing each other. That night was the first time that someone else had made me orgasm, and it was an earth shattering experience. My time with Nick evaporated, and I found myself clandestinely meeting Nikki for mutual exploration. It was completely physical, and I could barely remember a conversation we shared before she moved away.

It was after Nikki that I became disenchanted with everything else.

I got grossed out over boys mooning over me, developing crushes out of thin air, and getting cold when I didn’t help them live up to their fantasy. I got sick of the nice guys who looked and acted perfectly by-the-book, as if ticking off some archetypal boyfriend checklist was deserving of my body. Like I said, it all just felt like some process I was supposed to reward. So ultimately, I just withdrew from the game, got myself a life and a routine and painted a landscape to live in.

And then came Kelly.

The girl who just showed up in my life one day, and made me wake up.

I looked down at her face, buried into my chest, and reached over to take off her glasses. After safely putting them on the coffee table, I gently stroked her hair.

* * * * * * After making a round of introductions in the kitchen, meeting her relatives, and her mother – the original sock buyer from way back when- Kelly and I straggled out to the entrance of the reception hall, gazing over the scene. The party was in full swing, and all the disco lights were on, dotting the room with sparkles and flashes. Old ladies tried to keep up with the Top 40 numbers, while the kids, jazzed up on dessert raggedly flailed about in amusing fashion.

Kelly stood next to me, pointing out people and leaning over with a hand cupped over her mouth to tell me who was who. We watched and laughed, then stood silently still as the music turned slow, as partners creaked onto the dance floor to sway and spin. By the time a second slow song came on, Kelly leaned over to me.

“Did you want a drink?”

I slowly turned my head to look at her, “Not right now,” My hand slid over to hers, entwining our fingers together. A look of surprise crossed her face. “Dance with me?”

We didn’t whisk ourselves onto the dance floor with grandiose flair, there were no spins or flourishes. The two of us just quietly moved to the darkened edge of the tiled space, faced each other and embraced. We awkwardly shuffled to the music, too shy to make eye contact at first – but by the time she looked up at me, and I caught her teary eyes behind those glasses, a passion took over and I kissed her deeply. Our tongues met, and our bodies tightened around each other. I could feel our breasts pushed together as Kelly’s hands reached up to touch my bare shoulders. Our body movements became more fluid and as we broke our kiss, I found myself crying too. I looked down at Kelly’s milky cleavage, and ran my hands along her sides, completely unaware of our surroundings.

“I really need to get you…”

I kicked my apartment door open after unlocking it, Kelly and I spilling into the living room giggling like fools. We returned to our embrace as we kissed again, swaying as if we were still on the dance floor. This time, our hands roamed freely, squeezing each others breasts through our fancy party dresses, and jockeying for dominance over one another. We took turns as the aggressor, but I never stopped working the back of her dress open, fiddling awkwardly with the unseen laces of her corset.

For kaçak casino her efforts, all Kelly had to do was briefly unzip me in the back, and tug downward to expose my strapless demi bra. Every move between us was met with sinister chuckling, as we attempted to one up each other. Feeling like the onus was on me this time, I managed to unlace her, and then yank her dress to her waist, her breasts bouncing out into view. Her chest was a masterpiece, and i was thankful to see them directly and up close this time. My desire to taste one of those big pink nipples was to be put off though, as I began to roughly push her over to my bed. Pushing her onto her back, I drew her legs up, and pulled her dress clean off, leaving her in a purple thong with a growing wet spot in the front. Victory was mine, and Kelly was ripe for the taking now!

I shimmied out of my own dress, leaving me in my strapless demi and a tiny pair of matching cotton panties, and then mounted Kelly atop my bed. I leaned over her, grasping her wrists and pulling her arms over her head. I rubbed my breasts in her face, as she helplessly tried to nibble and lick my tits. I ground my ass over her mound, unsure of the sensation it would cause, but finding myself confident in my physicality. I bit her lip then rained kisses down the side of her neck as she writhed around beneath me. I found a nipple and sucked it between my teeth, nibbling them lightly and causing Kelly to moan out loud.

Overwhelmed by my own aggressiveness, I skipped over the rest of her body, letting go of her hands, and sprang back to the foot of the bed. I wrestled with her panties, wanting to tear them apart, but settled for roughly dragging them over her legs and throwing them across the room. I pushed her knees apart as wide as they would go and inhaled the muskiness between her legs. She had trimmed herself into a dark swath atop her mound, her wet lips pouting from a tight crevice. I shoved my face into her cunt, lapping madly, stabbing into her with my tongue. I wanted so badly to taste her, to feel her juices spread across my face, and to hear her moan and feel her shudder. I reached up and grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to my face as I kneeled on the floor. Kelly began making noises “ah- ah- ah- ah- ah- ah” as I shook my mouth over her pussy. I zeroed in on her clit, flattening my tongue and rapidly moving over the tiny little nub.

By this time, I had managed to work two fingers inside of her, then a third, crudely fucking her with my hand as I flicked her clit with my tongue. She began to buck wildly on the bed, her hips rising and falling, making it difficult for me to stay on task. I grasped her thighs tighter to keep her in place, as I licked and sucked and fingered at a quickening pace.

Suddenly, Kelly sat up, grabbing my head by the sides and pulling me up to her face. With her juices still on my lips, she sloppily kissed me, her fingers lacing into my hair. Momentarily caught off guard and lost in a kiss, Kelly took the opportunity to drag me onto the bed and place me on my back. I submitted to her as she turned and planted her pussy atop my face. I felt my own panties being pulled down to my knees as I lapped away and struggled under her suffocating weight. She would raise herself every couple of seconds to allow me to catch my breath, and to moan as she began to lick me.

I felt her fingers pinch my clit, exposing it to her mouth and teeth, and I squirmed underneath her. It didn’t take her long before I was shaking and screaming out into her vagina in sheer ecstasy. Just as I began to settle, I felt her sit upright and turn, so she could look down at my eyes as I ate her out.

Still reeling from my orgasm, I stared up at this beautiful, statuesque woman, her creamy breasts bouncing, her tiny belly shaking, her pubes glistening with sweat and quim. She began to run her fingers through my hair, and pull at my head as I licked away, bringing her closer to the edge. She closed her eyes, and fingered her clit, shaking and bellowing as her wetness slid down my throat. Finally, she peaked, eliciting a high pitched shriek. Her relaxed body falling away to the bed.

We lay there in a sweaty, wet heap for a lifetime before pulling our bodies close together, and absentmindedly misplacing kisses.

It was bliss.

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Janet in Training "Two Days Till Doom" CH12 Part Two

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Part Two

  Three hours later, Stephanie arrived with Tina.  Janet had
finished with Tiffany, and had locked her in the cell downstairs.
 Tiffany had taken her punishment well, and her behind was a deep
shade of red and the flesh was very warm to the touch.  Halfway
through, Janet had removed her ballgag and given her the
opportunity to plead for mercy.  Instead, Tiffany had stoically
taken her first session with Janet as her new Mistress quite
well.  It was evident that she would have trouble accepting her
new position as Janet's slave, and Janet would have to deal with
that problem later.

  It was a joyful reunion, unlike their parting just two days
earlier.  Stephanie folded her arms around Janet, and they danced
together, planting kisses on each other.  Tina had knelt in front
of Janet, tears in her eyes.

  "I'm so happy for you Mistress," cried Tina, "I said that I'd
be back."

  "Thank you.  Both of you," tearfully answered Janet.

  Janet dragged them inside, and they split a bottle of wine that
had been in the refrigerator.  A year's worth of tension was
slowly being released.  It didn't matter that Tina was a slave,
and Janet poured a glass for her and directed her to sit in a
chair, not kneel on the floor.  Janet remembered waking up from
the fever, and the first person she had seen was Tina, tears in
her eyes.

  "Just to bring you two back to reality, just remember that Tina
is my slave," stated Stephanie, "but I'm sure that we can come to
some kind of arrangement."

  "I think that will be the first order of business in my proper
position as Mistress of this House," answered Janet.

  Janet related the story of how they had gone to New York City,
and Janet had won.  Then she told of their trip to Lauren's, and
Janet was pleased in describing the look of defeat on Lauren's
face.  Finally, she told of her punishment of Tiffany, who was
now locked downstairs in the cell.

  "A good day," observed Stephanie.

  "No, Mistress Stephanie.  An excellent day!" said Tina, a smile
across her face.

  "Thank you.  Both of you," Janet answered, tears of joy in her

  After Stephanie had departed, and Tina had been restored to
Janet, they went downstairs to the cell.  Tiffany was resting,
and she quickly rose to her feet when she saw her Mistress
outside the cell door.

  "Kneel slave," ordered Janet as she unlocked the cell door.

  Tiffany knelt, and Janet and Tina entered the cell.  Tiffany
waited and placed her hands on her opened knees.

  "Tina, this slave is for your use in maintaining the house.
You may train and use her as you see fit, but never abuse her or
allow your use of her to interfere with your chores.  Do you
understand?" asked Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress," Tina answered.

  "Good.  Tiffany, do you understand also your position here, or
do I have to beat that into you?" demanded Janet.

  "No, Mistress," tearfully answered Tiffany, "I'll obey Tina's
orders as I do yours."

  "Good.  Then maybe you've finally learned something," said

  Janet lay alone in bed that night, still amazed at the day's
events.  It still seemed like a miracle that she had won, that
she was Mistress and Tiffany her slave.  In spite of knowing
about the plot between Lauren and Tiffany, Janet had held her
tongue.  Even though she had confronted Lauren, or when she had
Tiffany at her mercy, Janet had remained silent.

  Nor had she told Stephanie or Tina, holding herself quiet,
instead letting the joy of the moment overtake the deadly
knowledge of what she knew.

  'I'm going to have to keep Tiffany constantly chained, or in
the cell,' thought Janet, 'until I can exchange her for Myra.'

  Returning from a trip to the bathroom Janet found Tina kneeling
naked at her bedside on the wooden floor.

  "May I join you, Mistress?" asked Tina, her hands behind her
head, her body on display.

  "Yes, Tina.  And thank you," answered Janet.

  Later that evening, Janet got out of her bed to get some water.
 The two of them had made love for hours, and now Tina was fast
asleep, with soft snores indicating her exhaustion.

  Naked, Janet padded to the bathroom, and drank two glasses.
When she returned to the bedroom, she found Tina awake and
looking at her.

  "Mistress?" asked Tina, "can I get you something?"

  "No thank you, Tina.  Just wanted some water.  Do you want a

  "No, Mistress."

  "Please call me Janet, at least for tonight."

  "Yes.........Janet," Tina replied, unease evident in her voice.

  "Tina, why did you stay with me?" asked Janet, "after you had
been almost hurt by Tiffany, you could have left.  Found another
Mistress to serve, since I had broken my contract and let harm
come to you.  Why?"

  Tina remained silent.

  "Tina, please answer.  I want to know."

  "Because I fell in love with you, Janet.  I felt that you
needed someone to rely on, because you were so alone."

  "Thank you, Tina."

  Janet got back into bed, and hugged Tina.  She kissed her maid
passionately on the lips, while her hand cupped Tina's sex under
the covers.  Tina moaned in response and opened her legs to
accommodate Janet's attentions.

  "Hold me, Tina?" asked Janet, "please?"

  "Yes, Janet."

  They fell asleep in each other's arms holding together as one.
  Tina led Jessica into the library, with the blindfold still
covering her eyes.  Once she had seated her charge on a seat in
front of the desk, she removed the leather object.

  "Thank you, Tina.  Could we be alone?" asked Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress," Tina replied, smiling to her Mistress.

  "Mistress?" Jessica asked.

  "Are you going to ask why Tina isn't undressing you now in the
bedroom?" asked Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress," answered Jessica.

  "Drink?" asked Janet, "Sherry?"

  "I don't understand, Mistress Janet," Jessica replied.

  Janet rose from her desk, and poured two glasses of sherry from
a bottle on a liquor cabinet.  She passed one to Jessica before
seating herself once again.  Jessica was quite surprised, since
the last time she had been in the house Janet had spanked her
when she had served something wrong during dinner.

  "Take a drink, Jessica.  Drink to the fact that I came out
ahead in the stock market.  Else there would be another woman in
this chair, and I would be down in the Dungeon, facing a grim

  Recognition came to Jessica quickly, and she smiled as she
sipped her Sherry.

  "You won, then, Mistress," surmised Jessica.

  "Yes, Jessica.  Thank you for all your help.  Dominants aren't
gods, and when we forget that, horrible things can happen.  A
wonderful Dom, Mistress Erica, who I shall never forget, trained
me in this house.  I shall continue to be just like her, and
follow everything that she taught me."

  "Why are you telling me this, Mistress Janet?" asked Jessica.

  "Because you must learn never to let absolute power corrupt
you, Jessica.  One day, you may progress to being a Dominant.
Then you will use the lessons that you have learned when you were
being striped with a crop."

  "Does Mistress Janet want to use her slave Jessica this

  "Yes.  Tina!" called Janet.

  Tina entered the library after she had been called, a grin on
her face.

  "Tina, you may prepare our guest for this evening.  And wipe
that grin off your face before I place you over my knee and swat
your behind!" declared Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress," replied Tina, "but I still want you to spank

  "Later, Tina, later."

  'How can I maintain discipline as a Mistress when everyone
around me is acting so damn happy?' Janet asked herself when she
was alone.
  Weeks later, Janet was attending to some paperwork when
Stephanie had been invited over.  When her friend entered the
library, Janet rose and kissed her.

  "Good afternoon," said Janet.

  "Thank you," Stephanie answered.

  "You said over the phone that you had something for me?" asked

  "Yes, a letter from a Mistress Monique in California."

  "Who's she?" asked Janet.

  "I've met her once," said Stephanie, "very mysterious woman.
She is on the East Coast, and will see you tomorrow.  Sent me
this letter to give to you."

  Janet was passed the envelope, which was a very expensive piece
of stationery.  Her name was on the front, and a large M was the
monogram on the envelope flap.  In addition, there was a wax seal
with her initial also.

  "Quite mysterious," agreed Janet, who placed the envelope on
her desk.

  "How is it running the house?" asked Stephanie.

  "Fine.  I just still can't believe it," Janet answered.

  "Drinks, Mistress?" asked Tina as she pushed a tray into the

  "Yes, Tina, thank you," answered Janet, "can we be alone?"

  "Yes, Mistress," said Tina before she closed the library doors.

  "Sometimes I can't get rid of her," stated Janet, "and if I
punish her, she only comes back for more."

  "Such problems," agreed Stephanie.

  Even though Janet had won the estate, she had still given Tina
to Stephanie.  So Tina was still Stephanie's property.  So Janet
had "leased" her back, until her term of contract with Stephanie
was over in six months.  Tina was required once every two weeks
to spend a day with Stephanie, and Janet noted that she came back
with a few new stripes every time.  After six months, Tina would
again wholly belong to Janet.

  "There's a favor that I have to ask you.  Could you train
Tiffany for a while?"

  "Sure, but why?" asked Stephanie.

  "Because she already dislikes you, and I would like to get her
out of the house for a while.  It would be a great favor to me.
I want you to take her this afternoon, please?" asked Janet.

  "Certainly, but how severe do you want me to treat her?"

  "Make her uncomfortable, and be sure that she is wearing that
necklace at all times," specified Janet.

  "Why, its worth a fortune," observed Stephanie.

  "True.  It's just another reminder to Tiffany about the price
of her folly," said Janet.

  What nobody else knew was that the necklace that Tiffany was
wearing was a fake.  The real one was in Janet's safe deposit box
at the Stone bank in Greenwich.  Janet had had one specially made
up, and had substituted them one day.  So the object around
Tiffany's neck was a fraud, of little value!

  Janet watched Stephanie drive away later, with Tiffany cuffed
in the front passenger seat next to her.  It was going to be nice
to be alone with Tina for a while.  The letter from Monique had
been forgotten until well after dinner.  She was just about to
open it, when the phone rang.

  "Hello?" asked Janet.

  "This is Monique.  Have you read my letter?"

  "I'm just opening it now."

  Dear Mistress Janet, Let me introduce myself.  I am Monique,
from California.  I have been requested to deliver a special
package to you tonight.

  "I've just read it," said Janet.

  "Good, I'll be over in ten minutes," said Monique.

  When Monique arrived, she was in a large black limousine.  The
driver was female, and she helped her passenger to remove a bound
woman from the back seat of the car.

  The woman was harshly bound, and totally helpless.  Her head
was encased in a red discipline helmet that was laced up in the
back, and her chest was bound into a corset, that pulled her
waist tightly in.  Her wrists and ankles were cuffed together
with gleaming stainless steel cuffs.

  "Greetings, I am Monique," said her guest.

  "Please come inside," said Janet.

  "Sorry, but I cannot stay.  I shall return within three days,
when I shall pick her up again.  You may have the use of her
during that time."

  "This is all quite irregular," Janet observed, "far outside
normal procedures.  I normally don't conduct myself in this
manner, and I don't like it."

  "Are you refusing the use of this girl?" asked Monique.

  "Stephanie told me that you were reliable, so I shall take her
word in this matter and accept her.  But next time, I want prior
notice, interviews, and reports on her first."

  "Understood, Mistress Janet," Monique answered.

  "Thank you," said Janet, as she watched the limo quickly

  How mysterious!  Janet walked the bound woman inside, and
conducted her into the library.  Monique had handed her an
envelope, with some papers saying that the slave's name was Alana

  Janet, after reading the papers, stood up and removed the
discipline helmet, after unlacing it from the rear.  She pulled
the helmet off from the front, and a rubber phallus gag with an
air hole was removed from the slave's mouth.

  "Mistress Erica!" cried Janet, shock on her face when she
recognized her former Mistress.

  "Janet.  How good to see you," said Erica.

  "Erica, I knew you weren't dead," cried Janet as she sank to
her knees.

  "There now, Janet.  I'm not really dressed for the way you're
treating me, so stand up.  You're the Mistress, now," said Erica.

  Janet stood up and unlocked Erica's wrists, and removed the
hobble chain.  Still wearing the corset, Janet invited her to sit
behind the desk, but Erica declined.

  "That's your desk now, not mine.  I'm just your guest here,
your slave."

  "Mistress Erica, why did you devise this test of Tiffany and

  "All in good time, Janet.  I'll be here for three days.  Where
is Tiffany?"

  "Stephanie is training her," answered Janet, "I felt it would
be better for her to be trained by someone else for a while, not

  "Good, I only wanted to see you anyway.  Tina doesn't know me,
and it would be inconvenient to be seen by Tiffany."

  "Isn't faking your death a crime?" asked Janet.

  "It is provided fraud is committed.  There was no large life
insurance policy on me, there were clearly designated heirs, and
taxes were paid."

  "But you gave me your estate?" protested Janet.

  "Did you really think that this was my entire estate?" laughed
Erica, "no, Erica Riken was just one identity of mine.  And Alana
isn't my real name, either.  Fact is, you'll never know just who
I really am.  That's why I kept such a low profile, even if I was
rich.  And you should too."

  "What are you doing now?" asked Janet.

  Erica held up her left hand, and on her third finger was a
simple gold wedding band.

  "Married?  You're married?  You left this life to get hitched?"
questioned Janet.

  "It was time to start something new.  My husband knows of my
former life, and he doesn't care.  And that's all I'll say about
it.  Which brings me to the purpose of my visit.  You may use me
for three days, and then return me to Mistress Monique.  In any
way you wish, for I'll be your slave."

  "I don't know what to say," answered Janet.

  "Say yes, and use me, Janet.  Every slave has a desire to use
her Mistress.  You now have that chance for three days.  As you
would any other slave.  Just refer to me as Alana, not Erica."

  "Erica, I can't use you.  I just can't.  You were my Dom; you
made me cry and taught me submission.  I would touch my stripes
at home, remembering how you administered them.  I ached with
desire when you wouldn't let me into your bed.  I still revere
you, Erica."

  "I'm not a goddess, Janet.  Just a woman who was a Dominant for
a while, so use me as a slave," said Erica.

  Janet sat behind the desk, never imagining that she would be in
this position.  Here was Erica, asking to be used as a slave!

  "Don't make me beg, Mistress Janet.  Use me.  Please?"

  Looking at Erica, Janet remembered when she had been standing
in front of Erica.  She had seen Tiffany used the previous night,
and now Erica was demanding that she write why she wanted to be a
slave and serve a Mistress.  Now Janet was the one behind the
desk, and Erica was on the other side.  Janet finally made her
decision, and she tried to look confident, but instead was
quaking with fear inside.  How does one go about using her

  "Yes, Mistress," finally answered Janet.

  "You are the Mistress now, Janet.  Always remember that, and
never forget what I have taught you."

  "Tina!" called Janet.

  They waited until Tina entered through the library doors.  Tina
arrived, wearing a red rubber Maid's outfit that Janet had
specially picked out for her.

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "Take this slave to the bedroom, remove her corset and outfit
her in collar, bracelets, and a pair of heels.  Her name is
Alana, and she will be with us for three days," said Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress, has she been interviewed?" asked Tina.

  Tina was more than just her maid now, she was her assistant in
the training of her slaves.  Tina would help interview and
explore just why her clients would come to her to submit to a
Mistress, in preparation for her own time as a Mistress in the

  "Yes, Tina.  She is quite submissive, and has been a slave for
some time.  Please report back here when she is ready," Janet

  After a short time, Tina led Alana, now naked and prepared back
to the library.  Janet was reviewing some reports on another of
her charges, and she waiting to address Tina and Alana until she
finished reading.

  Alana was now naked, and attired as Janet had ordered.  Her
hands were locked behind her back, and she was led by a leash
that was attached to her collar.  Janet looked over her skin, and
knew that Alana, no Erica, had not been used in a long time.

  "Thank you, Tina.  We can be alone now," ordered Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress," said Tina.

  Janet waited until they were alone after Tina had closed the
library doors, and Janet heard Tina's heels click as she walked
away, indicating that she was resuming her chores.

  "Is this what you want, Erica?" Janet asked.

  "Yes, Mistress Janet.  This will be the last time in my life
that I enter a Dungeon, or submit to another woman, ever.  I now
leave the life of Dominance and submission in the same way I
entered into it years ago, naked and as a slave.  It is only
fitting that I submit to you, my last slave, who has inherited my
title and estate," Erica answered.

  From behind her desk, Janet tried to read Erica's face and body
language.  Was there something else that Erica was trying to
hide?  Janet had served Erica for months, all the same time that
her Mistress had been plotting her competition between Janet and

  Now Erica was leaving the world that she had introduced Janet
to.  Was there some truth that Erica was not telling, some
additional secret?  Janet had never been able to read Erica
Riken.  Not in the Dungeon, and not in the bedroom either.

  "Then I shall recall Tina here, to witness your submission,"
said Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress Janet."

  As they waited, Janet wondered if any Mistress had ever been in
this position before, of using their Trainer.  She remembered how
Stephanie had offered herself to Janet to be used.  Now it was
her Mistress that stood before her.  Why?  Janet asked herself,
was this some penance on Erica's part?  Or was there something

  Finally, Tina arrived and it was time for Janet to act her

  "Do you, Alana Peters, submit to my discipline of your own free
will?" asked Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "Without force or coercion?"

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "That for your stay here, you shall not have the freedom of
your body, which shall belong totally to me, or whomever I
command to have the use of you?"

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "Then rise, Alana," the woman rose after Janet's command,
"Tina, what are the chores today?"

  "Washing the windows, Mistress."

  "Strenuous work, yes?" asked Janet.

  "Yes, Mistress," Tina answered.

  "Outfit her with a belt around her waist and a large dildo in
her sex, complete with a clit stimulator.  If she objects, use
the crop.  If she does a poor job on the windows, use her
severely, you have my permission."

  "Yes, Mistress," Tina answered.

  "Thank you, Tina, that will be all," said Janet.

  Tina led her charge away, who remained silent, who did not
protest her bondage.  Janet sat back in her chair, wondering if
she was doing the right thing with Erica.  She had just ordered
that her trainer wear a dildo harness around her waist.  Every
step and motion for her would be a form of erotic agony, with her
sex and clit constantly aroused by the dildo inside her.

End of Janet CH12 PT2

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I need to be bound and tormented. My wife doesn't need to be dominant at all. She's tried over the years to make me happy, but she just doesn't like to dominate me. I've tried to suppress my needs, but I found myself depressed. We finally came up with a way for me to be bound and tormented, while making it as easy for her to dominate me as I could.

My wife works as the night manager of the local Blockbuster, from five p.m. to midnight. When she decides she doesn't mind dominating me, she hangs a small mirror on the outside of the bedroom door before she goes to work. I'm usually surprised and excited when I see the mirror. She rarely hangs it up, maybe once every four to six weeks on a Friday night.

When I'm ready to bind myself to the bed I can choose between a ball gag, a pair of clothespins tied together with a string, and a cock sheath, depending on what I want my wife to do. When I'm wearing the ball gag, she gets a cat-o-nine tails whip from the closet, and whips me for ten to fifteen minutes. She whips my stomach, legs, and cock. Mostly my cock. When I'm wearing the clothespins on my nipples, she lays down on my chest. Her bra presses the clothespins into my chest while she kisses me for ten to fifteen minutes. When I'm wearing the cock sheath, she takes off her clothes, lights a cigarette, and rubs her naked body against mine while she blows smoke in my face. The nakedness and the smoke arouse me more than anything else she could do. When she's finished with me, she takes a shower, and sleeps in the guest bedroom. She doesn't release me until she wakes up the next morning, usually around noon.

Tonight, I see the mirror hanging on the bedroom door. I get aroused, knowing that my wife will dominate me after she gets home from work. I hang a link from a chain on the same hook. This is my signal to let her know I saw the mirror, and I'm bound and ready for her. I take off all my clothing, and get the belt from my pants. I sit down on the side of the bed, and open the nightstand drawer. I decide on the cock sheath. I get a glass of ice water, and submerge my cock. The cold water stings for a bit, then shrinks my cock small enough to fit into the sheath. I hurry and lock the cock sheath on before I can get too excited.

I feel my cock fill the sheath as I wrap the belt around my ankles and buckle it. I pull the handcuffs up from behind the headboard. They're locked to a short length of chain; the other end locked to an eye I'd screwed into the back of the headboard. The keys to the handcuffs and cock sheath are on top the nightstand. Once I lock the handcuffs on, the keys could be anywhere. If I'm careful to lock the handcuffs on with the locks facing away from my hands I could hold the key in my hand and not be able to release myself. I lay down on the bed and lock the handcuffs to my wrists. The overhead light is off, but the lamp on the nightstand is on. The first time I'd tried this I'd left the overhead light on. By the time my wife got home my eyes stung more than the whip.

The waiting is part of the torment. I can't see a clock from the bed, and besides, I have no idea what time my wife will be home from work. Usually she's home by 12:30, but if there's a problem at work or there's a lot of tapes to run, she might not get home until after three. I try not to think about what's going to happen, but I can't help myself. The pressure of the sheath on my cock keeps me awake for a while, but I try to get some sleep.

I'm startled awake by the sound of the front door opening and closing. The bedroom has chilled a bit, and I shiver, lying on top the covers, as I hear my wife moving around downstairs for a while. I'm anxious for her to come upstairs, so it seems to me like she's taking her time. Finally I hear her footsteps on the stairs, and the bedroom door opening She stands by the side of the bed for a while, looking at me. She looks a little rumpled. I hope that she hadn't had too hard a night. I'd like to say something comforting, but I choose not to break the mood. She looks at the cock sheath, sighs, and peels off her work clothes and underwear.

She sits on the side of the bed, and pulls a pack of Virginia Slims and a lighter out of the nightstand drawer. I watch as she lights the cigarette, takes a puff, and rolls over by my side. She rubs her breasts and thighs against my chest and legs, blowing cigarette smoke in my face. My cock wants to expand, but the sheath cruelly and painfully restrains it. Much too soon my wife gets up from the bed and leaves, pulling the bedroom door shut behind her. I hear the water running in the shower, then nothing. I fall asleep thinking about how her body felt against mine, and smell the cigarette smoke in the air. When I wake up, the sun coming around the blinds brightens the room. The warmth makes me feel a little better. I know I still have a while before she unlocks me. I pass the time by thinking about the feel of my wife's soft body against mine and the smell of the smoke.

My wife comes into the bedroom. She's smiling and still naked. She sits by the side of the bed, and unlocks the cock sheath. My cock springs to life. She picks up the handcuff key, and instead of unlocking them she ties the key onto a loop of string, like a pendant. She puts the string over her neck, and kisses me. She mounts my stiff cock and rides like a wild woman. All I can do is watch the handcuff key and her breasts swing over my face as she gives herself four orgasms. She collapses on my chest, and I watch her rest. I'm glad I don't have clothespins on my nipples. She rolls over and cuddles against me for awhile. Bound, I have no choice but to lie there and be cuddled for as long as she wants. She kisses me and grins when she gets up and leaves. I'm alone for a while, until she returns. She rides my cock to another couple of orgasms, cuddles, and leaves. Later, she comes into the bedroom again; still wearing nothing but the handcuff key, and rides me for another couple of orgasms. She cuddles for a while, and leaves.

Night falls before she comes into the bedroom again. She's carrying a hand towel and a bottle of baby oil. She straddles my thighs and pours some oil into the palm of her hand. She strokes my cock, lightly at first, then a little harder. I'm already aroused, so she doesn't have to stroke long before I'm close to an orgasm. She teases me a couple of times by stopping just before I orgasm, waiting until my cock softens before stroking again. When she lets me orgasm the come shoots up a couple of feet in the air. She cleans up with the hand towel, and unlocks the handcuffs. My arms are stiff and sore, but it's worth it to see the smile on my wife's face as I kiss her and give her a huge hug. We get up and take a shower together. I'm happy she surprised me with extra torments. I can hardly wait until the next time.

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Did you know that?"

"No," you reply almost whispering.

"Well you are. I just want to repay for such a wonderful meal." I say smiling up at you.

I place my hands on your thighs and you almost jump through the roof.

"Nervous?" I ask you with a smile in voice.

You just slowly nod a bit.

"No reason to be. This is what we both want. So, just give in to what we have going here." I say.

That slow nod comes from you again.

I reach out and slowly unzip your tan slacks, revealing black boxer shorts and a bulge that threatens to rip them in two. I unbutton the boxers and I feel your hands on my bare shoulders as I release you from the fabric. You are very hard and I look up to see that your eyes are closed and your body is tense.

"Relax" I say as I kiss your cock ever so lightly, grabbing you with my hand "Just relax". You throb in my grip and I can taste you on my lips and I love that.

I gently kiss the entirety of the shaft, making your body quiver. Letting my tongue dance on the head of your cock, I make you slick, it shimmers in the candlelight. I pull down your slacks and take off your shorts leaving you with just your shirt and tie on. Sooo cute. You quickly take the rest of your clothing off and there you sit before me, totally naked, hard, waiting, and panting. You are mine.

Slowly I remove my dress, revealing the black bra and matching panties I hoped I would have a chance to share with you tonight. You stare with your mouth open as I let it all drop to your floor. I sit down next to you.

"It's your turn to make me quiver." I guide your head between my thighs and wait for you to begin. At first you're too quick and uneven in your desire to please but after a few moments you get in a rhythm and start to lick me just like I need to be licked. My legs wrap around your neck as I give into you completely. My fingers open myself up to you as much as I can as I can feel your warm breath on every inch of my pussy.

"Yes, that's exactly it, now don't stop that." I breathe heavily as I say this to you, my hands grabbing your head, pushing you into me deeper. Your hands grab onto my outer thighs as I start to breathe faster. Biting my lower lip, I feel your tongue, your warm breath, your lips, touch and enter me.

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"What the hell, you stupid fucks? Stop camping or I'll shove a scalding iron rod up your urethra!" I grabbed another handful of pizza rolls off my plate and tried to swallow them all at once. I gagged a little and some fell onto my shirt, but I could manage. I was particularly furious, having been spawn-killed in Call of Duty for the past fourty-five minues. I couldn't just leave - oh, no - leaving meant that those insipid cum guzzlers won.

I blurted some more profanity into my microphone and dabbed my forehead with a towel. Having wiped the pizza grease from my hand onto my Pokemon bed sheets, I nonchalantly reached into my boxer shorts and scratched my testicles. After a couple of minutes, I pulled my hand back out and slowly raised it up to my nose. I took a deep whiff and instantly realized something was wrong.

It smelled like spaghetti. What the hell? When was the last time I even had spaghetti? A chill ran down my spine. Thoughts ran through my head regarding diseases that caused your scrotum to smell like Italian food; I convinced myself I was being ridiculous and focused on my important game session.

Early the next morning, I was eating some Cap'n Crunch in my dining room downstairs. A few dishes from God knows when still lay on the table; they couldn't hold a candle to the shitstorm in the kitchen. I shifted a little and felt my chair squeak under me.

"Oh, Cap'n," I said while fluttering my eyes. "You'd never leave me, would you?" I stood up in order to reach the box to pour some more when my hand accidentally flipped over the bowl. The remaining milk splashed all over my legs.

"Fucking DIPSHITS!" I balled my hands into chubby fists and punched Cap'n right in his smug little mouth. The box fell over and cereal spilled out onto the table like an eviscerated monkey's dinner. I calmed myself, pinching the bridge of my nose and sighing. I'd need some paper towels. I headed into the kitchen and sidestepped around some of the garbage bags. I reached the counter with little time to spare and grabbed the whole roll just to be safe.

After cleaning up my mess, I went into my room, took off my boxer shorts, and thre wthem into my hamper. I grabbed some underwear out of my drawer, but before I had the chance to put them on, I remembered my experience from last evening. I stared down at my crotch in silence for a couple of minutes before mustering up the courage to grab my balls. I handled them around a bit before disengaging and bringing my hand up to my face. I gasped and staggered backwards, falling onto my bed and probably splitting a crack in the frame.

There was no doubt about it. Salt and vinegar chips. I fucking despise salt and vinegar chips. I was at a loss for words. Suddenly, I didn't feel safe in my own apartment. The rest of the day I pretty much sat around in a trance, trying to comprehend the implications of this phenomenon and drolling a little. Night came soon enough, giving me a chance to rest my mind. I fell asleep quickly.

My eyes opened drowsily as I woke up. I had kicked my covers to the side while I was asleep. My alarm clock read 2:17 AM. Ugh, whatever. I propped myself up to grab my covers and screamed. At the edge of my bed sat the most putrid, disgusting creature I had ever seen (no, I was NOT looking in a mirror). Its beady eyes were sunken into its contorted mockery of a face, with patches of hair dotting its scalp. Mottled grey flesh was peeling all over its body, and in some places there were clusters of tumors with puss leaking out. But the worst thing was its mouth. Oh, God, its mouth. It had no lips, and its long, yellow, gnarled teeth jutted out at an unnatural angle, with enough space in-between for its barbed tongue to hang out.

I wanted to puke, or scream, or something, but I was in shock. I began to move my legs when I realized that something was wrong with my crotch. I didn't dare look down to find out what it was. It was then that I noticed the...thing was holding something. A fucking knife. Wait, no... Now that my eyes were adjusting to the dimness, I could see the shape was wrong. What was that...a goddamn butter knife?

The monster raised its other hand slowly, revealing a small jar rested on its palm. It made what I assumed was a smile before slowly gurgling out the words,

"Today...is.......grape...jelly."

I screamed until I passed out.

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