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Naomi Price was facing a crisis not of her own making but one that only she could figure out how to solve.

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She was 38 and her career was going well. But her 14-year-old daughter was in private school. She and her husband had divorced shortly after she was born. His child support was not helping Naomi make ends meet.

Plus, her ex's career had gone in the tank; he was only working part-time and barely getting by himself. A year earlier, Naomi had placed her mother in assisted living. While it was much nicer than a nursing home, it was expensive.

Her mother's savings and stock portfolio soon ran dry. Government assistance didn't cover the costs and Naomi was struggling financially. She had been able to take on extra projects at work, but the 60- to 70-hour weeks were wearing her out. Almost out of desperation, she asked to meet with the company CEO.

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David was in his late 50s and everybody liked him. Despite the fact he was a highly successful businessman with hundreds of millions of dollars, he treated his employees well and with respect.

Her boss told Naomi that there was a new project he was developing and that he believed she would be a good fit. He told the hours would be "normal" and that the funding for the project would be able to give her a significant pay bump. For the first time in months, Naomi felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "We're having an organizational meeting at the Omni Hotel tomorrow," David said.

"This deal is gonna happen but we're keeping it really hush hush until it's ready to launch. There's a conference room on the fourth floor that's out of the way. When you get to the front desk, give them your name and they'll give your directions. Meeting starts at one." "Thank you so much, David," she said as she rose to leave.

"I can't tell you how much this means to me." DIFFERENT TYPE OF MEETING Naomi left the office and took a cab to the Omni. She had dressed in one of her sharpest suits dark gray jacket, matching pencil skirt and light pink blouse.

The fact that she had been chosen for this special project had given her confidence a boost and she strode confidently to the front desk.

The clerk gave her directions to the conference room. As he walked away, she couldn't see that he had a knowing smile on his face. She found the room, opened the door and stepped in. She surprised that it was semi-dark and there were just two office chairs.

David was sitting in one of them but as he entered, he got up. "Naomi, so glad you could make it," he said, brushing past her and locking the door. "Have a seat." Naomi was confused. "Where's the rest of the team?" "We're it," he said. David looked 10 years younger than his age. He worked out regularly and had a solid physique. He had started losing his hair in his 30s and had then started shaving his head bald.

He wore steel-rimmed glasses, behind which were steely blue eyes. "I don't understand.

It's just the two of us." David's smile could best be described as feral. "You could say that. Let me explain. "I have a reputation of being a nice guy and a good boss. And I am. But I have certain hobbies that are private and that some folks would frown about.

"I'm gonna offer you a deal. I'm going to possess you, take your body, own you. In exchange, I will offer you private payments that will double your income." Naomi sat back in the chair like she had been slapped.

She couldn't believe that her boss was making this kind of proposal. When he said, "take your body, own you" she felt a shiver up her spine. But she was in no way inclined to accept the deal.

"Sir, I can't believe you're coercing me, blackmailing me like this," she said as she stood up.

"You know how much I need to earn more money. But I can't do this." David also stood up and moved close to her. "You don't have a choice. If you refuse, I can make no guarantees about the future of your position. You know how volatile our industry and the job market is. You could be out of a job within a month." Naomi couldn't believe he was making that kind of threat. "You bastard," she said, starting to swing her hand to slap his face.

He grabbed her wrist before she could make contact, then twisted her arm behind her. "Owwwwww." "My dear, the decision has been made … by me. This is my own special conference room here, one of the places near work where I can indulge my hobbies.

It's sound proof so scream all you want if you wish." With her arm twisted behind her, Naomi was forced to walk toward a curtain she hadn't noticed. They moved through into a bigger area of the room which was well lit. She could see a large king bed and a lot of equipment and apparatuses. He grabbed the collar of her suit jacket, pulling it down her arms, letting go of her arm. She stumbled a few steps away.

"Nooooo. Please. What are you gonna do? Please, leave me alone, don't do this." He was quickly upon her, grabbing her wrists and dragging her toward a metal contraption that had a bar about eight feet high and was secured to the floor. "My dear, have you ever done bondage, restraints? It's a big party of my hobby." She didn't answer but he quickly restrained her wrists to two Velcro straps hanging from the upper bar and two others secured her ankles about shoulder width apart.

The suddenness of her helplessness left her gasping for breath. "NOOOOOO. PLEASE. LET ME GO. I DON'T LIKE THIS." David ignored her and began removing his clothing. Suit jacket, tie, dress shirt, pants, shoes and socks.

Soon he was standing in front of her in just his boxers. His erection was evident, tenting the front of his shorts. He had a thick mat of black and gray chest hair. Naomi was uselessly struggling to free herself, her gyrations causing her hair to become tousled and her full breasts to bounce.

David eye's gleamed. He thought that breaking this spirited woman would be a special treat. His strong hands gripped her head, holding it in place.

He leaned forward and kissed her full lips. She resisted as his tongue tried to force its way inside her mouth. He pulled back and spit a load of saliva on her lips, then licked it up. "Now, open your mouth, bitch." His mouth crushed against hers again and he gave her cheek a hard slap. Her mouth popped open in shock and his tongue slipped in. It was strong and demanding, rubbing against her tongue. She gurgled and moaned as her mouth was overtaken by his insistent tongue. She was breathing heavily at the exertion of keeping her emotions in check while her body was being stimulated and assaulted.

Satisfied with the soul kissing, David stepped back. "Naomi, you're a beautiful, sexy woman. And I hope you enjoy sex because we're gonna have plenty of it for the next couple of hours." His words fell like boulders upon her. She looked at him and shook her head. "No, please, I beg you," she said in a barely audible whisper. He was ready to see more of his playmate. His hands moved to her silk blouse, his fingers lightly tracing over the fabric.

Naomi looked down to watch his hands move from her arms to over her upper chest and then across her stomach. He did not touch her breasts. Then he placed each of his hands just inside the blouse's neckline. Her eyes met his and a thin smile was on his lips. Gripping the material, his strong hands yanked in opposite directions. There was a ripping sound and the buttons went flying as he tore open her blouse, exposing her lacy bra. "NOOOOO, GAAAWWWDD, PLEASE.

What are you doing?" "Don't' worry; I have clothes for you to wear home. And I'll gladly compensate you for any damages incurred." He took a few steps to a table and came back with scissors. He made a small cut in the back of the blouse and then used that to rip it fully up the back to the collar. A few more snips and rips and the sleeves were rendered strips of cloth. What was left of her blouse was left hanging around her waist. "Marvelous. Simply marvelous," David said in a low hissing whisper.

Naomi saw that his eyes were staring at her 34-D breasts in their lacy light gray bra. Her breaths were coming in gasps and her mounds were bouncing in their cups.

His hands took possession of her breasts and she mewled in protest, but she also admitted that his caresses felt good. Naomi could tell her nipples were hardening and she was angry that her body was reacting to being forced. David's thumbs flicked over the hardened bumps inside her bra cups.

The lacy material combined with his handling of her breasts was only increasing her arousal. "Time to get rid of this." His hands grabbed the bra cups and the garment was no match for his strength. He tore the cups open so all that remained was a few lacy wisps of fabric. Naomi closed her eyes and her head whipped back and forth, further disheveling her hair. Feeling her breasts exposed in such a sudden and controlling manner was something she had never encountered. She was being forced against her will.

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Raped. David's hands returned to her exposed mounds, his hands alternating soft caresses with hard, demanding rubbing. He pushed both of her breasts flat against her chest, her erect nipples poking against his palms.

He then rubbed and rotated his hands, massaging her mashed tits into her torso. Naomi could feel a tingle in her spine and her breasts, and the feeling was transferring itself to her vagina. She was becoming fully aroused by this forceful foreplay. His thumbs and index fingers captured each turgid bud and twirled and teased them, flicking them and making them dance at the tips of her mounds. "Tell me you want my mouth on your tits." Naomi's eyes snapped open and he looked into his steel blue eyes.

She wanted to somehow keep resisting. "No," she hissed in a low whisper. His fingers squeezed her nipples, twisting them painfully. She gasped and thought he was trying to pull them off her breasts. With an agonized sigh that whooshed out of her lungs, Naomi knew she was beaten.

"I … want … your mouth … on my tits." "What was that?" He was further establishing his control. She threw her head back and in a loud voice directed at the ceiling repeated her request. "I want your mouth on my tits." David's mouth then covered her right breast, his lips, tongue and teeth expertly working on the tip of the mound and the alert nipple.

It was already a hardened nubbin, but it seemed to get harder and bigger as he displayed his oral skills. Her other breast was being fondled by one hand while his other hand moved down to cup her full and firm ass. He pulled her lower body toward his and she could feel his erection through his shorts and her skirt.

She couldn't be sure, but it felt like a small log. David switched breasts, the one he left was slick and shiny with his saliva. He plastered his mouth to the other mound while his hand worked on the other breast, rubbing his spit over the nibble and teasing it back and forth.

Her legs were getting shaky and she felt like the only thing keeping her upright were the restraints around her wrists. Once he had sufficiently filled his need for breast play, David walked behind Naomi. He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back against his crotch and again he felt his large cock bulge pressed against her. He found the button on the back of skirt, freed it and then slowly ran the zipper down to its destination.

With her legs spread by the restraints, pulling the skirt down and off wasn't possible. That tailed to stop him. His strong hands again gripped the fabric near where the zipper ended and after two attempts was finally able to render the fabric.

The sound of tearing cloth sounded like a gun shot and he ripped the dress to the hem. It fell to the floor. David's cock was throbbing, but he willed himself to be patient. He walked back in front of Naomi. His index finger probed the crotch of her lacy panties and he felt moisture.

"Well, well, based on the hardness of your nipples and the wetness I can feel … you seem to be enjoying this." Naomi didn't answer. But as he continued to tease her moist slit through the thin material of her panties, her hips were rocking to increase the contact. His fingers were working under the leg bands of her panties, pulling slightly to test the elasticity. "These are gonna need to come off. How do you think I should go about it?" Naomi felt her insides churning, there were tingles running up her spine, from her nipples to her pussy.

She felt light headed. "I guess … you'll have to … rip them off, too." She had barely finished those words when he made quick work of her frilly panties. He held them to his face and sniffed her fragrance and then pushed them in Naomi's face so she would have no doubt of her arousal. "Open your mouth." He balled up the panties and shoved them in her mouth.

SUCK AND FUCK David knelt and freed Naomi's ankles and then did the same with her wrists. She nearly lost her balance; she was still wearing her heels and thigh highs.

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Parts of her ruined blouse and bra were still hanging from her torso. He quickly pulled those free and then led her toward the king-sized bed. "Get on your knees and take off my shorts," he commanded. She did as she was old. Her fingers grasped the waist band of her boxers. She was getting a good look at his bulge and it did look large. She had trouble getting his shorts down over his erection but when she freed it, she gasped as it sprang free. She guessed it was 10 inches, perhaps as much as 12 inches.

His veins were visible and throbbing and his cock head was a purple bulb glistening with precum. "Suck it," he said, pulling the panties out of her mouth. He grabbed her behind the head and moved her face toward his prick. She used one hand to wrap around its base to give her some control. Her tongue laved over the swollen head, licking up the precum and further slickening it. Naomi opened her mouth wide and let the top part of his prick slide in. David groaned as he felt her soft wet tongue and her hot mouth on his cock.

He knew that he wouldn't last long but he also knew that he was primed to have several orgasms. The part of his cock that she couldn't fit in her mouth she stroked with both hands. She could feel his heat and the throbbing in his fleshy rod. When she moved her tongue and it swirled over his cock head, David felt his jism boiling up through is balls.

Naomi could feel the spurt coming but it was so powerful that it splattered the back of her throat and pushed her head off his cock. All that meant was that the following explosions sent the creamy cum on her face. He took control, leaning back and grabbing his stalk, aiming it down so the cum bath continued on her upper chest and breasts. Naomi had half a dozen splotches of cum on her face and an equal number on her body. David got on his knees. His fingers reached for her face, gathering up the jism and forcing her to lick it clean.

"Use your hands and get all that cum off your body and eat it." After her protein-rich snack, David lifted her to her feet. She stood in a trance, unable to move, waiting for her partner's next sexual move. Her body was trembling, not in fear but in arousal and anticipation. He walked to a nearby cabinet and removed some equipment. There was a bar with cuffs. He put it behind her neck and secured her wrists to it, then pushed her back on the bed.

Next, Velcro straps attached to cords were secured around her ankles.

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He pulled the cords through two holes in the bar. She grunted as her body was folded in half, her legs spread, her pussy totally exposed.

Next, he forced a ball gag in her mouth and secured it around her head. "I like to hear the muffled sounds you're gonna make." Finally, he took two padded clamps attached to a short chain and clipped those to her erect nipples. It was more unpleasant than painful, but her eyes widened and, as he had predicted, her protests were gagged.

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"MMMMFFAMMMMAAA." He pulled her trussed body to the edge of the bed and kneeled. Her vaginal lips glistened from the moisture of her arousal. His thumbs split her sex open, revealing the pink inner chamber. His mouth plastered itself to her mound, covering it with its hot wetness.

Her hips bucked at the contact. As his thumbs held her open, his index fingers moved to the top of her slit and began to caress the hard button of her clit. She moaned against the ball gag. His tongue was circling her vagina, licking her lips and lapping her juices. His oral digit then plunged deeply into her slick cavity. "MFHGAAAGGHHHMMMMFFFFF." His oral sex attack on her defenseless pussy was having the desired effect on his cock. As his thick rod of flesh grew to full attention, he could feel another load of cum stirring in his balls.

David stood up and Naomi raised her head to view what was happening. She saw that his staff was fully erect, and she shivered at the prospect of that long and wide cock invading her. He fisted the base of his staff and rubbed his cock up and down over her slickened labia, using the swollen head to mash and tease her sensitive clit. His precum and her juices turned her slit juicy. She moaned into the gag as she felt his teasing prick and heard the squishy sounds of sexual arousal.

Satisfied they were both ready, David positioned the swollen knob of his prick against the outer lips of Naomi's pulsing pussy. She was gasping for breath through her nose and around the ball gag as her chest heaved with undeniable arousal. His cock probed insistently at the elastic ring of Naomi's vagina, preparing to access the ultimate core of her sensual being.

With a grunt, he thrust forward, impaling Naomi on the rigid rod, filling her completely with one push. Her high-pitched squeal of satisfaction and discomfort was squelched by the ball gag, the edges of which were slick as her saliva leaked around it. David's stomach quivered at the exquisite feel of his manhood enveloped in the soft, wet velvet glove of her love tunnel.

Despite having given birth to her daughter, Naomi's cunt was still tight and the fact that his cock was so thick and long only enhanced the perfect fit. He allowed his prick to settle in, not moving it in and out but simply flexing it so that she could feel his power and control. He then slowly withdrew it until only his bulbous cock head was encased in the elastic entrance to her pussy channel. Again, he flexed his thick prick, moving it so that the tip of his rod teased the clinging mouth of her pussy.

Naomi, despite her restraints, was rolling her hips in an attempt to recapture his impaling manhood. She got her wish as he again plunged forward, his cock again filling her completely.

Now, he started to slowly retreat and advance, his dick stroking in and out, fucking her in a smooth, deliberate manner. Each time he fully completed his journey, air swooshed out of Naomi's lungs. She was surprised that she was having no trouble taking his entire manhood.

For a man who could indulge his sexual habits on a whim and never failed to get laid once a day, this encounter was sending his libido into overdrive. His plan to coerce his lovely employee had turned out better than he thought. Naomi was turning out to be a great fuck and the fact that he had imposed his will on her had ignited his passions. David was breathing heavily as he began to truly fuck his partner.

Instead of steady, slow strokes, he began to piston his cock in and out of her clenching cunt, fucking her hard and fast, the end of each incursion of his prick ending with a collision between their crotches that produced a loud slapping sound.

Despite the load he had deposited earlier, he could feel his own semen roiling and stirring in the tightening cauldron of his balls, A strangled little gasp wheezed from between his clenched teeth as he felt the flood of his blazing sperm race the length of his spasming penis and erupt inside Naomi's cunt with great creamy gouts of milky white jism, blanketing the inside of her pussy.

As he rigidly rammed his cock to the hilt and had his orgasm, he reached for the chain connecting the clamp's to Naomi's nipples.

He jerked and freed her nubs, eliciting a high-pitched squeal. The pleasure-pain of her tit tips being released from the clamps sent a surge of excitement to her cunt and she felt her pussy squeezing his cock. His spurting jism deep in her pussy pushed her over the edge. As her orgasm racked her body, her eyes were closed, and she could see a kaleidoscope of lights. David pulled his still spurting cock free of her clutching pussy.

Its final spurts deposited his cock dream on her trimmed pubic hair and her swollen mound. The sperm he had deposited inside was beginning to flow outward as Naomi's walls spasmed with the after-shocks of her orgasm.

If was not already apparent, Naomi's boss was a sexual deviant who pushed boundaries. As he looked down at his cock resting on her prominent mound, he saw the sperm flowing from his handiwork.

He knelt and began slurping up his jism, combined with Naomi's secretions. When he had a mouthful, he climbed up on the bed and removed the ball gag. Naomi gasped in relief but before she could close her mouth, he leaned close to her and opened his, depositing a frothy glob of spit, his cum and her juices. He then clamped his lips to hers and his tongue stirred the liquid. Finally, with a couple of gulps, she swallowed. Kneeling next to her, he undid the restraints, freeing her wrists and ankles.

She collapsed in a heap like a rag doll. She was so near the edge of the bed that she slid off on the floor and laid there like a rug. David then got off the bed, took her hands and helped her to stand. She looked at him, his icy blue eyes gazing at her in satisfaction and appraisal. "You did well," he said.

"Agreeing to our arrangement was the thing to do. I think your financial troubles will disappear in just a month or so as you start getting paid. Just remember, this is a deal until I decide to dissolve it." He gripped her chin in his hand and made sure she was looking directly in his eyes. "Your body is now mine to possess when and how I want. It certainly appears that you were able to enjoy yourself. And I think that as we continue, your enjoyment and pleasure will increase." Naomi surprised herself by processing his words and accepting her fate.

Realizing she had become a sexual play thing for her boss, and she was not in a position to resist. He pointed to a door. "There's a bathroom with a shower, all the toiletries you should need.

You'll find a new outfit and there's an envelope with $1,000 that should more than cover what you were wearing today." TO BE CONTINUED (PROBABLY) …


Madonna Criticizes Instagram for Deleting Her Racy Photos, Reposts Images

Madonna has hit out at Instagram for removing a set of racy photos she shared on the platform, as she defiantly reposted the images.

The pop icon, 63, had shared snapshots that showed her posing on—and under—a large bed as she as sported lingerie, fishnet stockings and vertiginous heels on Wednesday.

By Thursday, the "Material Girl" hitmaker returned to Instagram to reveal that the social media giant had removed the photos because her nipple was visible as she shared the images once again, with the areas in question covered with red heart emojis.

Captioning her edited repost, the mother of six criticized the image-sharing platform, questioning why that particular part of a woman's body continues to be censored.

"I'm reposting photographs Instagram took down without warning or notification," she wrote to her 17 million followers. "The reason they gave my management that does not handle my account was that a small portion of my nipple was exposed.

"It is still astounding to me that we live in a culture that allows every inch of a woman's body to be shown except a nipple. As if that is the only part of a woman's anatomy that could be sexualized. The nipple that nourishes the baby!"

Suggesting that double standards were at play, she went on: "Can't a mans nipple be experienced as erotic ??!! And what about a woman's ass which is never censored anywhere."

The Michigan native then concluded her post by suggesting that the centuries-long Thanksgiving tradition is based on a "lie."

She wrote: "Giving thanks that I have managed to maintain my sanity through four decades of censorship...... sexism......ageism and misogyny.

"Perfectly timed with the lies we have been raised to believe about the pilgrims peacefully breaking bread with the Native American Indians when they landed on Plymouth Rock! God bless America... #artistsareheretodisturbthepeace."

Responding to Madonna's post, a spokesperson for Meta, the parent company of Instagram, told Newsweek: "We take down content that breaks our rules whenever we find it, no matter who posts it.

"While we understand not everyone will always agree with where we draw the line, our rules are designed to help keep everyone of all ages safe on our apps, while giving space for as much expression as possible."

One major factor guiding the platform's stance on nudity is that it cannot always be verified that the person pictured is over 18, or that they consented to being photographed and having the images shared on social media.

In its Community Guidelines, Instagram says of its policy on nudity: "We know that there are times when people might want to share nude images that are artistic or creative in nature, but for a variety of reasons, we don't allow nudity on Instagram.

"This includes photos, videos and some digitally-created content that show sexual intercourse, genitals and close-ups of fully-nude buttocks.

"It also includes some photos of female nipples, but photos in the context of breastfeeding, birth giving and after-birth moments, health-related situations (for example, post-mastectomy, breast cancer awareness or gender confirmation surgery) or an act of protest are allowed. Nudity in photos of paintings and sculptures is OK too."

In a 2018 interview with New York magazine's The Cut, Madonna spoke about the ageism she has faced over the years, with a number of her critics deeming her past the age threshold of being sexy.

"It's an outdated, patriarchal idea that a woman has to stop being fun, curious, adventurous, beautiful, or sexy past the age of 40. It's ridiculous," she said.

"Why should only men be allowed to be adventurous, sexual, curious, and get to have all the fun until the day they leave this earth? Why should that only be the domain of men? How do we fight this?

"By standing up to men and by standing up to social mores or standards that say we cannot. The more women that do it, it will just be a matter of time."

Looking back on her rise to fame in the 1980s, Madonna told how she was seen as a "sexual provocateur," due to her "using sexuality as part of my creativity"—for which she was painted as a controversial figure.

"Now, all the challenges that I had to face 20 years ago seem ludicrous," she said. "What I am going through now is ageism, with people putting me down or giving me a hard time because I date younger men or do things that are considered to be only the domain of younger women.

"I mean, who made those rules? Who says? I'm going to keep fighting it. Ten to 20 years from now, it's going to be normal. People are going to shut up."


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Susie's Peaks Ch. 02

Continuing Susie's Adventures into her fantasies. Made possible by the help of my good friend, Redfacedandnaked.xx

On the way to the ladies room, she shyly noticed that her boss, and another chap who was with him, looked at her, but not her face, and then looked at her face and smiled. The shape of her nipples, discreetly protruding through the two layers had definitely caught their eye! Once there, she removed her knickers, slowly, and placed them in her bag.

"Oh Master, what am I doing!" she thought. +

"Your breasts look so good, so natural, so curvy without a bra my love" he had written, the email coming at half past ten, the little ping! announcing its arrival. "Now to enjoy the feeling of hidden nakedness, naughty knickerlessness, while you work, you will, at precisely eleven o'clock, return to the loos, and remove those silken knickers from your sweet little pussy, baring your sex, and those curvy bum cheeks of yours, to the air. Imagine, if you like, everyone else with no underwear. You are safe my Pet, no one knows of your, or OUR, little secret!"

Susan sat back down at her desk. She squirmed, she wriggled, she groaned. Oh why....!

Every movement sent her nipples on somersaults of ecstasy, and her now knickerless pussy, the lips moist and pursed, she felt, felt so alive! The lining of her skirt on her thighs had always felt slinkily, kinkily exotic, the flesh responding to the touch, but if she sat wrong (how could that be wrong?) it slipped, slicked, slid across her lips.

She shuddered as she moved slightly. "Susan" She jumped startled by the voice at her shoulder.

Her boss leant over, slightly behind her. Oh my God! Could he see her breasts heaving, as she fought her naughty body, could he see her nipples harden as she reacted to his closeness, could he smell her musky scent over her spray perfume? Her Master must have known this would happen at some point, how she would react. She turned, peering over her glasses at her Boss. "I'm sorry you're leaving, I know we shall....err...miss having you..."

Time stood still. "having you" In her sexually aroused state, she imagined being laid naked across his desk in his office, all the men in the company standing, waiting their turn.............all in a millisecond.

"... around. We're going for a drink at dinner, just half an hour, not a celebration really, just my way of saying thank you. Just for thirty minutes. Everyone's going. See you then!" and he walked away.

She felt as if she had started to breathe again, turning her red-faced cheeks to the screen in front of her, trying to concentrate on finishing her work. Gradually she began to calm down, the pert state of her breasts, the open moistness of her pussy lips a comforting feel. Would her Master be pleased? She emailed him. She hesitated, and then wrote all about her feelings when her Boss had stood next to her. And her fleeting vision. She pressed send.

Glad of the freedom, she picked up some papers that needed photocopying. As she stood next to the machine, the fan inside the copier sent a gust of warm air, up her skirt, across her stocking clad legs, onto her pussy. She trembled. Her breasts jiggled. The young lad from the stores was stood in front of her, waiting his turn. He was too shy to chat to women, but she noticed him ogling her nipples through the two clothing layers.

Smiling, she bent down to scratch her ankle, and move her pussy from that movement of air up her skirt.

She had only two buttons undone above the V-neck of her jumper, but knew that the lad would at least see the tops of her breasts. She wished, oh how she wished, just for a moment, that he could see all the way down, over her breasts to her moist open pussy. Picking up the copies, she walked back to her desk, the lust inside her glowing like a dormant fire, warming her, bathing her in an aura, a glow of sensuality.

A cough. She looked up. Blushing, there was the young lad, holding out the originals she had left in the machine.

"Thank you" she said, and winked at him. He seemed to run away back through the office, but she had noticed his strained trousers, trying to contain a bulge that hadn't been there earlier!

At half past eleven, having obviously read her email and approved, she received his next order. No, that was wrong, she thought. It is his next request. She couldn't remember him ever ordering her to do anything, merely asking, nicely, firmly, suggestively, knowing that she would be comfortable with his words, his needs. Her needs!

"My sweet little darkling Pet" he wrote. "How well you have served me today, How well you have carried out these requests. You know that I will never force you to do anything. However, by teasing the office boy as you did, I think you must be punished" Her breath caught. It had felt right to do it, but of course, she hadn't asked if she could tease anyone.

She read on. "At twelve o'clock, you will remove your stockings, your hold-ups, those sheaths of nylon that encase your legs. You will place them, along with your bra and your knickers, into a drawer in your desk, but not at the back. No my Pet, they will be in the drawer on top of whatever is in there. You will do this at your desk. You WILL go to lunch, dressed as you are then. You WILL go for a drink, for the half hour. However, while you are all there, having your drink, you will be without a bra, knickerless, and bare-legged. You will chat to the office boy, and you will smile at him, wink at him, and make sure he sees your nipples. That is all. Report to me when you return"

She was stunned. She had displeased him by making her own moment of pleasure. She squirmed on the chair, immediately regretting it, as fresh sparks of energy caused her face to flush. She eyed the clock, watching............

At twelve, she looked around, everyone was busy, the Boss was at the back, chatting to one of the others, all eyes and minds were focussed on work, getting things finished, working towards lunch. Oh God, the lunch drink. Her fingers, normally nimble, slid her skirt up her right leg and fumbled with the welt, grasping it, she leant forward, dropping her shoe off, and stretching the nylon over her foot, into her hand, balling it up. Now she was stuck.

Put it in the drawer, or take the other one off while she could? She could hardly stay like this, one leg in black, one leg bare. She took a breath, and repeated the action with the left one. Her hands sought her handbag, pulling the undergarments out. She slid the second drawer open and dropped them in on top of labels, papers, clutter. As she closed the drawer, her Boss walked past. With a blushing face, (she imagined it scarlet), she looked up at him.

He smiled, with an eyebrow raised, and carried on. Had he seen ....?

She stared at the screen, eyes unseeing, as she took in her current state of undress. But wait, no, she wasn't undressed, she was fully dressed. At least to anyone who looked at her. Anyone who looked hard might see no outline of a bra, the hint of a nipple, anyone who saw her legs might notice them bare, would they have seen them clad in nylon earlier? Would they even remember? Would she get away with this? Oh God, the drinks at lunch.....

She emailed her Master "It is done!" And watched the clock, in between mundane work tasks, as the finger crept (oh why did she have to imagine THAT!) solidly to the thirty minute mark.

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Becky and Stacey were really close, not only were they sisters but best friends as well. With only 16 months between them, their parents had raised them like twins. Always dressed them the same as youngsters they took them to swimming, dancing and martial arts classes together. In fact, it was no surprise that they ended up going to the same University.

Being the older of the two, Stacey was into her second year by time Becky was able to join Stacey in a rented two bedroom flat, which was paid for by their parents. Things were going well. Stacey helped Becky settle in and in no time at all they were out partying the weekends away while doing well with their studies during the week.

That was until the end of October. Becky had just celebrated her Nineteenth birthday. They had gone out as usual, but Stacey could tell Becky wasn't herself that night. She thought nothing of it. But a couple of weeks went by and the feeling that something was wrong had started to nag at Stacey

Stacey finally decided to raise the issue with Becky just to make sure she was ok but planned to do so the following evening.

The next day the girls got up, had breakfast and headed off out. Both had full days at University so wouldn't see each other until the evening. It was just after Lunch as Stacey was heading to her next class when it emerged that the Lecturer had gone home ill. (As it was a double lesson, her afternoon was now free) Stacey headed off home to relax in the bath before tea. As Stacey arrived home she tried her key in the door only to find it was unlocked. Strange, she thought, I must have forgotten to do it when we left.

As Stacey entered the living room she discovered Becky on the settee wearing just a pair of jeans. Her hand was buried deep inside her jeans as she rubbed her pussy hard.

"Holy Shit Becky, what the hell's going on?"

Needless to say Becky hadn't been expecting her big sister to arrive home so soon. For a moment the room fell silent.

"Please I can explain," Becky stammered.

Both girls were in shock, but then Stacey spotted it. Sitting on the coffee table was Becky's laptop, which was open. Becky made no attempt to stop Stacey as she moved across the room to get a view of the screen. She just huddled into a ball to cover her naked breasts, that had been on show for the last two minutes.

Stacey's jaw dropped as the video that was playing started to take focus. A naked blonde girl, maybe in her early 20s, was tied to a cross whilst being whipped by a much older man.

"I've got to get out of here," Stacey said as she turned and fled towards the door.

Tears had started to roll down Becky's cheeks as the shame welled up inside her.

Two hours passed. Becky lay in her bedroom while the sick feeling kept repeating in her stomach. What have I done, she thought. Will Stacey tell Mom and Dad? Will she even speak to me again? Neither of the girls were virgins, but they had been raised in a pretty conservative family and, although they were close, the most details the sisters had shared were the headcount and names of any previous sexual encounters.

Becky had been lying on her bed for another hour when she heard the sound of the front door being shut. She knew Stacey had returned and straight away she could feel fresh tears again. She entered the living room as Stacey was stood in the opposite doorway by the hall.

"Please, I'm so sorry," Becky cried. The thought of falling out with her sister would just destroy her. "Don't hate me," she begged.

Stacey rushed across the room and cradled her younger sister in her arms. "Of course I don't hate you" she said. "You mean everything to me Becky. I'm so sorry I reacted badly, it just took me by surprise, that's all."

Stacey pulled Becky close to her chest as she trembled in her arms.

"Are you going to tell Mom and Dad?" The fear in Becky's voice began to grow.

"No, why would I?" Stacey exclaimed. "You've done nothing wrong, I just want us to sit and talk about it so I can understand it all better."

After they had chance to calm down and relax, Becky opened up to Stacey about how she had always longed to be dominated and controlled. Not just in the bedroom but completely. She even confessed that earlier in the month, during a night out, she had got chatting to a guy who turned out be into the BDSM scene. She had gone back to his place and he tied her up. She remained fully clothed and he never touched her sexually, but this first real experience had opened her mind to a world that she was craving. Since that moment she had spent any opportunity she could get to search for any kind of material that could set off the butterflies in her stomach. Stacey was furious that she had gone back to the guy's to be tied up. "Are you crazy? You could have been kidnapped or murdered. I can't believe that you would take such a risk. What were you thinking?"

"I was a bit tipsy," Becky said, "We didn't keep in contact so it won't happen again."

"So is this what you really want?" Stacey quizzed. "Being dominated humiliated and controlled?"

Becky sheepishly nodded.

"Look Becky this is all a bit scary for me. I won't sleep at night knowing if you are safe or not. From now on I need to make sure no harm comes to you. So first of all there's no more hooking up with strangers, is that agreed?"

Becky nodded in agreement.

"OK Becky so tell me how you plan to go forward with your fantasy." Becky started to regain a bit of confidence as she told Stacey about a club she had found not far from the University that held events every Friday.

"Good. That gives me time to get you ready," replied Stacey. Becky wasn't quite sure what that meant but let it pass. In all honesty she was just relieved their relationship was still intact.

The days went by and Friday was nearly here. Becky thought about what she might wear to the club, but didn't really have an outfit in mind. In the back of her head she half felt that it would fall through and she would go back to surfing the net to get her fix. Friday finally arrived. Stacey had lectures in the morning but Becky was free all day.

"Morning sleepy head," was all Becky heard as Stacey leaned round the bedroom door. "So what time does this BDSM gig thing start then?"

"Huh oh around 10pm," was all Becky could manage.

"Ok see you later" and off Stacey went. Becky looked at the clock on her bed side table, 8:15am! She rolled back over and fell back to sleep.

Once Stacey was done with University she headed into town. She wanted to pop in to the local Ann Summers to see what kind of things she might see at the party that night. After picking up a couple of sexy Bra and Pants sets for herself she headed to the back of the shop. It wasn't exactly an S&M shop and most the stuff was mainly geared for couples. Hmm that might be useful picking up a collar from shelf. Stacey spotted a couple of other items that she like the look of so quickly scooped them up and made her way to the counter.

It was early afternoon when Stacey arrived back. Becky was on the settee watching some daytime programme. She had been keen to avoid Stacey walking in on her again so the laptop was tucked away. One fright was enough for them both.

"Look Stacey I was thinking about later, I'm sure I'll be ok on my own. Nothing will happen," Becky declared.

"That's right little Sis because I'll be looking after you". Stacey responded.

"So I can either help you get ready or you can just stay there in your comfys and we will stop in and watch a movie."

"But I promise you Becky I won't be letting you do this by yourself". Stacey warned.

Becky flopped down in her chair. "I don't think I can go through with this anyway Stace, I've got nothing to wear and I don't to want to look like I have never stepped foot in one of these clubs before".

"Becky I can see how unhappy this has made you so hang on here a minute, I have an idea."

Stacey dashed off to her wardrobe. She remembered a French Maids outfit that she brought for a Halloween party a couple of years ago. She just hadn't gotten drunk enough to wear it herself on the night though so there it had sat unused in the cupboard. "You can wear this, go and start getting yourself ready and we will have a couple of drinks and then you can try it on."

Becky looked the dress up and down and felt a lump forming in her throat. But as she turned and made her way to the bathroom she started to smile to herself as the butterflies returned. She must have lay in the bath for an hour but eventually she got out and did her hair and makeup slipped on her dressing gown and re-joined Stacey.

"Wow Becky you'll have the guys fighting over you in that," Stacey laughed. Ha-ha I know I need a Bacardi and Coke first to settle my nerves before changing. I'll make it a strong one Stacey answered. The drink was quickly downed followed by two more. "Right! time to get you ready". Stacey declared. Becky went to her bedroom and slipped into a pair of Black Stockings and Suspenders with a Black See through strapless bra and a tiny pair of Black frilly Knickers. Stacey joined her in the room and handed Becky the dress.

Oh my god no wonder Stacey backed out of wearing it she thought. It barely came down low enough to cover her modesty and puffed out at the bottom in the style of a ballerina dress. It had a tight body and at the top it was shoulder less.

Becky was concerned about her ample 34D breasts popping out but the dress fitted well enough to keep everything in place.

"Hold out your arms" Stacey instructed. Becky did as she was told as Stacey pulled out the Ann Summers bag. Inside she had 2 pairs of Leather cuffs. They cuffs could join together by a simple chain and carabiner clip that went through the metal D rings that were attached to each cuff. Stacey attached one cuff to each wrist and then another cuff just above each of Beckys elbows.

"Turn around Sis". Stacey said. She then joined the two elbow cuffs together with the chain and carabiner clip that screwed shut. And then repeated the process on the wrist cuffs. Although her arms were not close together pushing her arms back behind her was enough to push Beckys huge cleavage nearly out the dress. "Hmm not bad". Stacey pondered. "You won't be getting the elbow cuffs off in a hurry but you could unbuckle those wrist cuffs." Stacey quickly dived under her bed searching for something. "Got them" she said as she pulled out the padlocks that had been attached to her suitcase. "These will do for tonight."

She quickly removed the clip from the D rings on the wrist cuffs and replaced it with the padlock and snapped it shut. She then repeated it on the eyelets of the wrist straps to prevent the cuff being removed. There I think that looks better. Becky blushed blood red and just stood there obediently. Next out of the bag Stacey produced a collar and buckled it round Beckys neck. It was around 2 inches tall so not too uncomfortable. As Becky was about to question the need for the collar Stacey pulled out a ball gag and promptly inserted into Beckys mouth. It buckled round the back of her head leaving her unable to protest. To finish off the outfit Becky had to wear a pair of black 3 inch shiny high heel

Right go and wait for me in the living room. I'm going to get ready. Beckys heart pounded as she strutted into the living room. Was Stacey going to make her walk the streets like this? Surely they would go in a taxi. But the club was only 20 minutes away on foot if they cut through the campus. Her mind started to race overtime. As she waited she decided to test her bonds. She struggled against her cuffs but all it did was push her cleavage out of her dress even more. There was no way she was getting out of her restraints.

Meanwhile Stacey had settled down in the bath. It was only just past 9. So they had plenty of time as the club wouldn't be open until 10pm. She decided to pick a Black Lycra dress as her outfit that finished just above her knee. She had no idea if this was appropriate for the person in control but to be honest she didn't care. Her only concern was that Becky was safe. She found a pair of Black stilettos that had a 3 inch red heals and slipped her feet in. She did her own hair and makeup as she would if going to any ordinary nightclub and went to join Becky in the living room.

Wow what have you been up to? Stacey readjusted Becky's dress so her breasts were not bursting out and double checked her cuffs. Becky looked Stacey up and down with jealousy wishing her own dress would come down as far as hers.

Ok lets get you to this club then. Uuwwe uurgh huu mumbled Becky though her gag. Stacey had buckled it on so tight not even any drool was escaping. Stacey had no idea what she was trying to say and just went to the hall to get her coat.

I don't think a coat is very practical for you dressed like that so you can wear my fur poncho. Stacey slipped it over Beckys head and it rested just above the bottom of the dress. Stacey went into her pocket and pulled out a leash that she clipped to Beckys collar. Come on Becky it's cold tonight so we need to walk fast to the club. Beckys eyes bulged as the reality dawned. Her journey into BDSM had begun.

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Janet's sick, probably a chest cold. I fixed dinner and put the leftovers away. Loaded the dishwasher. Put out the recycling; along with the dog, then sat on the swing waiting for Max to do his duty. I was staring at the pond when I noticed someone approaching. I didn't look up, it had been an exhausting weekend and frankly work on Monday was looking good to me.

"Hi Tom. What're you doing?"

"Hello Nancy. Waiting for Max to finish. What's up?"

"I'm not happy."

"Problems in paradise, oh no." I tried to spin that with a light tone.

"Dick hasn't paid any attention to me all week."

"Why do you suppose that is?"

"I don't know."

"Do you suppose his work might have something to do with it?"

"Not work - work, maybe someone at work. He's got a new secretary I know nothing about."

"What does he say about her?"

Nancy's nightmare according to Bill; who's prone to exaggeration, has an athletic build. Light brown hair, blue or green eyes depending on which contacts she has in. Her office skills are only average and she has a southern accent. She wears clothes well and smokes. First day she was in the office he took her to lunch. She ate a hamburger and fries, with a coke. All the other lunch breaks that week he left her to fend for herself. It didn't sound to me like he was particularly infatuated with her.

"Nothing much." And that was precisely her worry. Nancy is good looking in her own right. Good proportions; mostly clear skin, but prone to freckles if in the summer sun too much. Probably comes with the flaming red hair. Nice lips; but she pouts too much, needs to smile more.

"So what do you want from me?"

"How about you invite us over for cards. We can work on him a little."

"How did this get to be ‘we'; and Janet's sick, been in and out of bed all weekend."

"Well I can't just go stand in the hallway naked to get his attention."

"Why not, it would certainly work for me."

"Janet wouldn't do that for you, and if she did it wouldn't have the desired effect anyway."

"Well it might, you want to go suggest it to her."

"I most certainly will not, she's your wife, you do it."

"I have suggested it; numerous times and you're right. She won't."

"I think you're at least as sick as she is."

"Maybe, but mine's cerebral, not bacterial."

"Thanks for nothing. I'll call you if I need you."

With that she turned around and walked back to her house. Nice heart-shaped butt on that gal. Max has been sitting at my feet for most of the conversation, pawing my leg indicating it's time to go in the house. Next three hours are spent ‘nursing' Janet, when the phone rings and it's Nancy. Sounds like she's been crying and asks for Janet. I tell her that she's in bed for the night with as much OTC cough suppressants as we could find. I'd pretty much forgotten our previous conversation, but I did remember her exit wiggle.

"I need help."

"What's the matter? Are you okay?"

"Yeah fine."

"Bill hit you or something?"

"I wish. He's out for a walk."

"Okay, so?"

"So I got naked and met him in the hallway; asked him to fuck me, and it didn't work. He just looked at me like I was from another planet. Then he went into his office and closed the door. When he finally came back out, he handed me a computer photo printout. He said if I wanted to fulfill his fantasies try this."

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand how I can help."

"Get over here and look at this picture. Tell Janet I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"You're not staying home tonight."

"This is bullshit . . . "

"No this photo is bullshit, and it's your fault. Now get over here!" The phone went dead with Nancy's rant ringing in my ears. I checked on Janet and told her Nancy had called. That she needed help with something and asked if I could come over. Not the whole truth, but enough for the moment. Come to think of it, I didn't know the whole truth either. I could feel my jaws getting tighter as my temper was building. For the most part I stomped the hundred yards from my house to Bills'. That helped because I began to realize I was agitated only in response to her ‘tone' on the phone. I replayed this afternoons' conversation and formed the notion that she was trying to solve her marriage problems by using me and Janet. Well, me anyway.

I knocked on her front door, then rang the doorbell. Peeked in the window, no Nancy. I went around to the back and she opened the door before I reached the stoop.

"Are you nuts, don't use the front door. What if somebody saw you?"

"Hi, glad to see you too."

She ushered me into the kitchen and hopped up on a stool next to the breakfast bar. She was playing with a sheet of paper. Sliding it back and forth, staring at it. After several seconds she handed the printout to me.

Fair quality, could tell that it had been enlarged to at least two or three times the actual pixel size, and the color was a little red shifted. It made the man and woman in the picture glow a bit more than real life.

The woman; on her knees, was servicing the fellow while blindfolded. Her not him. Her hands are behind her, I can't tell if they are bound, or she just decided to drive this guy crazy with ‘no hands'.

The next thing I noticed was the fire place. Actually, I recognized the fireplace. Immediately after that I recognized my wife and what I guessed to Dicks' dick. This photo was taken when we were partying here over the Thanksgiving holidays. What I didn't remember was anyone having a camera. We don't bring cameras to these parties. It's one of the ‘hard' rules. Dick and Nancy know that rule.

"Interesting photo." I said.

"I can explain Tom, please just hear me out."

"You know the rule about cameras when we play together. I've a good mind to break Dicks' face, and yours' too if it gets in the way."

"I'm sorry. We're sorry. Really."

"When is he due back from his walk?"

"I don't know if he's coming back. I think he's planning on leaving me."

"You see that as a problem?"

"Yes, I love him."

"That makes one of us. My opinion differs."

"I didn't know he was videoing the party."

"He wants me to do that."

"Do what? Suck on him."

"No, I do that. He wants me to suck on you. He wants me to ‘obey' when he feels like giving me to someone else."

"You've actually had this conversation?"

"Not in so many words, but it's what he wants. I know it."

"Mind reading come with the marriage license? How did you decide it was me to have this privilege and not Jim across the street?"

"We don't do things with them." Then as an afterthought, "Do you and Janet play with them?"

"What makes you think I would tell you, given what I know now?"

"Right." Followed by a long pause Nancy says. "Dick trusts you. He likes you, thinks of you as the brother he never had."

"Strange way of showing it." I heard my tone soften, as did Nancy. What a sucker for a soft soap ego stroke. "He's your problem, not mine. If those pictures show up anywhere, I'll sue until you have nothing left. Do I make myself abundantly clear?" And I had the edge back in my tone. I started heading for the backdoor when she grabbed my arm. I pivoted away from her expecting to be hit with something. As I saw her face, she was crying. Mascara running down her cheeks, her bottom lip quivering her half-eaten off lipstick into a blur.

"Please help me." She pronounced each word softly and distinctly. Pleading with her eyes and posture. Her shoulders shaking as her lungs vibrate with each staccato stab at oxygen. When her eyes rolled up into her head, I knew she was fainting. I caught most of her head and neck before her shoulders hit the kitchen floor. I left her on the floor and went to check their medicine cabinet for smelling salts. By the time I returned she was sitting on the floor, leaning her back against the stove, looking lost.

"You fainted. Want some water?"

"Yes, please." I make a short trip to the cupboard and sink, then another miracle of modern plumbing. "Thank you. I'm sorry."

"Get some sleep. You've got a lot on your plate at the moment."

"No, don't go. Please let me tell you my idea, my plan."

"My plan is sleep. I have to work tomorrow."

"I know, but this won't take long. Promise."

I sat down on one of their kitchen chairs as Nancy sketched out her plan to fulfill Dicks' phantasy. I told her all the reasons why this wasn't a good idea. Including time, place and physical condition of the participants. Her not knowing when he would return home and therefore how long before she might be released. I was absolutely not going to sleep in her house. If I did these things to her, I needed assurances in writing that it was at her request. I was not going to jail or being compromised legally by this dubious scheme. She scribbled a brief note and signed it, then headed off to the bedrooms.

"Come on up, I'm ready." Nancy called down the stairs.

"Nothing doing, you bring your toys to the living room. I'm betting there aren't any video recording systems here."

"I'm not recording this." Was what she said.

"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." No sooner had I said that then it occurred to me; maybe just maybe, this was a bad idea. I surveyed the goodies she brought. It was mostly rope; neatly bundled, and some athletic tape. Nancy had stripped down to a bra and panties. I suggested she remove the lingerie. She gave me a long look, then hooked her thumbs in her panties and pushed them down her legs. She unhooked the bra and added it to the pile on the floor. Most of the thinking from this point on was done by the ‘little head' I'm ashamed to admit. I was still peeved, and doubtless pulled the ropes tighter than normal. Cords around her arms and chest were digging in deeply before I cinched them. To her credit she barely made a sound except when I tied her elbows together. That changed the tone of her breathing and color of her lower arms as blood became trapped in the extremity.

"You're gonna have to loosen up the elbows. In a couple more minutes I won't be able to take it anymore." Nancy said softly.

"This was your idea. You want out. It's okay by me."

"No, I'm just saying the elbows are really tight."

"And I'm inferring you figure something out. Like how you figured out what we're doing tonight." That was the ‘little head' talking but it felt really good. She could suffer a while. She needed to suffer. I started to think she wasn't suffering enough. After tying her ankles to her butt cheeks I was running out of rope. I really wanted to do something to her boobs, but what. Then I remembered the tape. I circled her breast as close as I could get to the chest wall a couple times; then wound my way out, stopping halfway to the nipple. No comments from Nancy, but her eyes were moist when I finished taping the other breast. She's been shifting her arms and shoulders during this whole process, and the color of her hands has come back to a more normal hue.

"Your arms better?" And she nodded her head. "What's wrong now?"

"Nothing I can't handle." She didn't believe that any more than I did, but I'm sure that she was aware of my lack of sympathy for her.

"Ready for phase two of your plan Nancy?"

"Please try to confine the mess to my body."

I dropped my shorts and grabbed a handful of her red tresses. No pretense at romance, I just started fucking her face. Within two minutes of masturbating in her mouth, I was ready. I pulled out halfway through and sprayed her eyebrows and hairline with cum. It was exhilarating to use her like a urinal for the completion of some wet dream. I wiped off my dick in her hair, it was soft and soothing. She just laid against the sofa watching me; her mouth still open, cum visible on her tongue.

"Any last requests?" She closed her mouth and shook her head no. "Well I do, I think you deserve to be gagged." With that I pulled two wraps of athletic tape around her head and through her mouth, pulling her cheeks in, forcing the jaw to drop. Then I pushed her panties in above and below the band of tape and sealed the whole mess up with another five wraps of the white sticky stuff. Her cheeks have a nice bulge and air seems to be flowing through her nose okay. I pinched her nose closed and she began shaking her head to dislodge my fingers after just a few seconds. When finished, I laid her down on her chest. Those gorgeous tits crushed against the carpet by her own weight. Tightly corded hands parked nicely on her heart-shaped butt, fingers groping for knots far beyond her reach. I heard a delightful grunt, followed by some serious moaning and groaning. Wind was really whistling in and out of her nose now. To make sure she couldn't roll off those taped up beauties I pushed the foot stool against her, sandwiching her between the sofa and ottoman. Just to prove that I'm not completely heartless I put a note on the downstairs bathroom mirror telling Dick where to find his bride.

"You going to be okay?" She bobbed her head. I turned off the light, and thought maybe I heard her say something into her gag. I didn't catch what it was. I left the back door unlocked, it's a good neighborhood. I'm sure nobody will bother her. I went home and slept like the contented pervert that I am.

Dick will be home at midnight. Don't you just love it when a plan comes together?

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Comprehending the World of Nuru Massage Through a Holistic Lens

The tapestry of massage treatment is abundant and varied, providing a myriad of practices from every corner of the world, each with its special beauty and therapeutic advantages. Among these, Nuru Massage Kirkthorpe, an appealing practice originating from Japan, has progressively acquired momentum and fascination worldwide. This sensuous experience combines the healing touch with a deep, erotic connection, making it a distinct option for those looking for relaxation and intimacy. As we delve into the world of Nuru massage, it's necessary to position it within the wider context of massage therapies such as Chinese massage, erotic massage, happy ending massage, tantric massage, and Asian massage, brightening the connections and unique functions of each.

Nuru Massage Kirkthorpe: A Slippery Slope to Happiness

At its heart, Nuru massage is a sensuous, body-to-body massage where the masseur uses their whole body to massage the client. Nuru, implying "slippery" in Japanese, lives up to its name by utilizing an unique, slick gel made from seaweed. This gel, besides boosting the tactile sensation, enables the effortless gliding of bodies against each other, creating a deeply physical and intimate experience. Advocates of Nuru massage advocate for its ability to produce increased levels of relaxation and enjoyment, connecting individuals to their sensuality in an extensive and distinct way.

Chinese Massage Kirkthorpe: The Root of Wellness

To understand Nuru massage fully, it's beneficial to explore its ancestral roots, like the traditional Chinese massage. Understood likewise as Tui Na, Chinese massage integrates concepts of Standard Chinese Medicine (TCM) and uses various hand techniques and manipulative treatments to stimulate acupressure points. Its main objective is to develop a harmonious circulation of Qi (vital force) throughout the body, helping with recovery and relaxation. Unlike Nuru massage, Chinese massage focuses more on health and less on erotic enjoyments however shares the principles of holistic wellness and the value of touch in healing.

Erotic Massage Kirkthorpe: A Spectrum of Pleasure

Erotic massage, a broad category under which Nuru massage falls, encapsulates different strategies and practices focused on exciting sexual arousal alongside relaxation. It's an exploration of sensuality, where the journey is as valued as the location. Erotic massages can vary considerably in method and intent, however they all share the core goal of connecting people with their erotic energy. Erotic massages, including the happy ending massage, offer a space for people to explore their desires and boundaries in a considerate and consensual environment.

Happy Ending Massage Kirkthorpe: The Questionable Cousin

A subset of erotic massage that has gathered much attention (and controversy) is the happy ending massage. This term colloquially refers to massages that conclude with a sexual release, emphasizing the climax over the journey. Although it exists in the spectrum of sensuous massages, it's essential to distinguish between services that focus on holistic sensual health, like Nuru or tantric massage, from those exclusively focused on the climax.

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Tantric Massage Kirkthorpe: Spiritual Sensuality

Tantric massage, rooted in the ancient knowledge of Tantra, uses a spiritual approach to sensuality. It's more than simply a physical experience; it's a meditative journey that looks for to awaken Kundalini energy, thought to reside at the base of the spinal column. Through deliberate and mindful touch, tantric massage intends to broaden awareness and fuse the physical with the spiritual, frequently leading to profound psychological and physical actions. While tantric massage shares the element of erotic energy with Nuru massage, its primary focus is on spiritual and emotional connection rather than just physical satisfaction.

Asian Massage Kirkthorpe: A Tapestry of Methods

The term Asian massage encompasses a huge selection of practices from across the Asian continent, consisting of Thai massage Kirkthorpe, Shiatsu (Japanese massage), and Balinese massage, among others. Each of these designs brings something special to the table, from the extending and rhythmic compression of Thai massage to the focused pressure of Shiatsu. While they vary considerably in method and focus, the typical thread among Asian massages is the holistic method to wellness, acknowledging the interconnection between the mind, body, and spirit.

Why Seek a Nuru Massage in Kirkthorpe?

In an age where touch is typically relegated to the background of our interactions, the deep, tactile connection offered by a Nuru massage can be a revelatory experience. It caters not only to the physical requirement for touch however also supports emotional and sensuous wellness. Opting for a Nuru massage from a competent professional offers a chance to explore enjoyment in a safe, respectful, and consensual environment, making it an attractive choice for those aiming to deepen their connection with their sensuality.

Picking the Right Massage for You

Given the large landscape of massage treatments offered, it's important to understand your desires and boundaries before starting a journey with any particular practice. Whether you're seeking the spiritual depth of a tantric massage, the health-focused technique of Chinese massage, or the intimate expedition used by Nuru massage, there's a world of experiences waiting to be found.

Browsing the world of sensuous and healing massages can indeed be a trip of self-discovery and recovery. As we have actually seen, from the erotically charged Nuru massage to the spiritually enriched tantric massage, and the health-centric Chinese massage, each practice uses its distinct blend of advantages and experiences. The key lies in approaching these experiences with an open mind and a clear understanding of your own needs and borders.

If you're feeling intrigued by the abundant tapestry of sensual and therapeutic massages available, perhaps it's time to reach into your wallet and treat yourself to an exceptional journey of relaxation, sensuality, and self-discovery. Keep in mind, the journey toward health and erotic expedition is deeply personal, and there's a best massage experience out there waiting to unfold for you.

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Music pounding through the cavernous room. Bright lights on the cat walk, as the men dance down around the pole. Rhythmic gyrations and choreographed steps, as they strip off their clothes... bit by bit. It is better than the movie... No drama and far more action. On platforms against the wall more men sway to the beat. They are dressed in the briefest of spangled underwear, or leather g-strings.

I make my way to one of them, dollars in my hand. He tucks the money in his shorts and then places my hands high on his chest.... Ahhh, so I can touch?!! That is all the consent I need. My hands roam down his muscled body, fingers teasing across his nipples. I would love to twist and pinch them.... But this is not that kind of place... Not my playground. His nipples bead as I thumb them again... then my hands roam down his stomach and around to his low back. He turns and kneels on all fours, so I can stroke his back and ass. I resist the urge to raise my hand and lay into those taut muscular cheeks. So damn spankable! I marvel at how well he read me. None of the dancers are kneeling like this, for the other women here.

Time to take a tour of the velvet purple wonderland in back. I pick a tattooed cowboy and wave my twenty at him. Hand in hand he leads me through the crowd. Settled in against the plush cushions, I let my hands roam his body. I run my finger nails down his back as he sways above me. Then his back is to me, ass in my lap. Reaching around, I run my hands down the length of his chest and stomach, onto muscled thighs. His taut body feels so good... I press my lips against his back and come away tasting the salt on his skin .... They have been dancing for hours. He bumps his hip up against my crotch, gentle thump, thump, thump, to the beat.

Nearing the end of the night... I am waiting by the crowded cat walk for a dancer to crawl my way... he is taking too long, so I walk away. And there you are, on a circular platform, in the middle of the room. Red, white and blue lycra short shorts that cup your ass. Blond hair and a black cowboy hat. Another cowboy, I laugh to myself.... Well, we are in Wyoming! You're not as tatted up as my first cowboy. I remember you did a fun strip tease earlier in the evening... to some country song, and then you disappeared. You are now trying to shoo off two young women who are hanging around like groupies. They are pretty girls, and I wonder why you are looking so annoyed. But your face lights up when you see me approach. Why did I wait all evening to meet you? You tuck my bills into your waist band like an afterthought, as you eagerly move in to dance for me. Face close to my ear, you ask my name, and then offer yours. Your body is pressed lightly against mine as you lean over, and I can smell your masculine cologne. Delicious! My hands are on you from the start. Grabbing, squeezing, gliding. You are smoother than the other men... with tighter muscle. When your pelvis bumps forward against my thigh I can feel that your cock is hard.

Closing time, and you flag me over for a drink. Can I wait a minute, while you change? Word has it that you run this joint. I watch you head down a hall toward an office. The other dancers move back stage to the changing rooms. Waiters, workers, and girlfriends are drifting into the bar area to get their after-hours drinks. I follow you down the hall. Pausing to unlock the door, you hear me behind you. Not looking back, you stop in your tracks, door ajar. I can hear you breathing.

Abuzz with desire, I close in on you. Arms wrapping around your body, I press my hips and pelvis against your lycra clad ass. Hands roaming your chest and belly, I let me fingers nails scrape roughly across your nipples.

"I'm out of ones" I say, my face and chest against your muscled back.

"That's OK" you murmur urgently, still not moving. My hand moves down to rub your hard cock, and stroke your balls through the thin material. A shiver runs through your body. The cloth is wet where a drop of pre-cum has soaked thru. You are compliant in my arms, so I press you forward with my body, pushing us through the open door.

Once inside, I shut it, then continue to stroke your cock from behind. You are panting and thrusting slightly against my hand. I step away. You stay where I left you, head back, breathing hard. I spot a straight back chair by the desk. "Sit" I command, pointing. You hasten to comply, looking up at me with questioning eyes. Your cock is tenting the tight shorts. I take off your hat.

Straddling your legs, I sit over your lap, staring down into your face. My hands roam your chest, fingers finding your nipples. Tweaking and twisting them roughly, I watch your response. Sucking in ragged breaths, your hands grip the edge of the seat. I reach up and grab a handful of hair, yanking your head back, so I can kiss you. I rape your mouth with my tongue. I feel you kissing me back, hesitant at first, then more passionately. You taste like cinnamon. The smell of your cologne is intoxicating. I fuck with your nipples some more, watching you groan and writhe under me.

"Standup" I say, climbing off of your lap. "Strip." You are moving almost at once, standing to slide off the shorts. Your muscular ass flexes as you bend to get the shorts off over knee pads and boots. "Shoes too?" you ask in a whisper. "Everything" I reply. You make quick work of removing the remaining items.

Naked now, you stand up straight, for my inspection. Chest out and arms at your side... Legs slightly apart... Your cock is jutting out in front of you, saluting me, tip glistening.

"Who trained you so well?" I ask.

"No one ever trained me..." you murmur, blushing. "You're a natural" I say, as I walk around your body, running a hand down your muscled back. It comes to rest on your ass.

"Thank you.... I think" you say with a slight chuckle, voice a little surer... The first hint of the confident man from the dance floor.

"How far do you want to go?" I ask, hand still on your ass.

"As far as you want to take me." You turn your head, to look at me.

"You don't know what you're asking for" I reply, my turn to chuckle now.

"No I don't" you admit, but your cock is jerking, and your breathing is becoming heavy again.

Moving the chair away from the desk, I sit down.

"Lie down over my lap" I invite, patting my thigh.

"Why?" you ask, cock jumping. You are biting your lower lip, hesitating.

"Why do you think?" I pat my thigh again. Slowly, you lower your body across my lap. You're trembling a little. Your rigid cock rubs against my jeans. With hands and feet braced on the floor, your muscled body rests lightly on my lap.

"Ummmm..." you shift around, wanting to ask me something, but afraid to ruin the moment.

"I will only spank you where the shorts will cover... and only hard enough to leave a little redness for tonight." I am guessing at what you are asking. You sigh in relief, and nod.

"Thank you" you whisper. Coarse tremors are running through your body. I rub soft circles around your ivory ass cheeks, enjoying the feel.

"Ever been spanked before?" I ask. You shake your head 'no'.

SMACK... I bring my hand down with a quick slap. It is startling in the quiet, and you flinch. SMACK...Again. You are ready this time. I set up a rhythm, alternating cheeks, rubbing circles on the pink areas in between slaps. Slowly the rhythm picks up, more slapping and less rubbing. Your ass is taking on a pink glow. As the spanks continue, you are beginning to twist and wiggle on my lap. I love the little hissing noise you make, and how your abds tighten against my thigh. As you lift up an arm or a leg in your squirming, more of your weight has come to rest on my thighs. Your cock is now grinding against me as you move. When the hissing turns to whimpers, and your ass is more red than pink, I stop. Gently I rub the spanked skin. You're panting now and rocking that cock against my thigh. Since I don't want cum on my jeans, I pull up on your shoulder, pushing you off my lap. Going back on your heels, you kneel at my side, and rest your head in my lap. You are still panting.

"What's next?" you ask. I am running a hand through your hair, and stroking your back. Your breathing calms.

"Dessert" I say with a grin. You lift your head off of my lap and lick your lips. I nod. Leaving you kneeling there, I stand and slip out of my sandles and jeans. The lacey little g-string comes off next. Turning, I quickly clear off a spot on your desk, then sit up on the edge. You close the space between us on your hands and knees, crawling to kneel between my legs. I drape them over your shoulders, and rest my feet against your back.

You move forward without hesitation, rubbing your face against my pussy. A smile is on your lips as your tongue darts out to part mine. You lap greedily at my sweet juices. I lean back, while your tongue works its way up to my clit. This is definitely something you have done before, as you work me over with firm strokes up and down, then steady pressure circling down. This is something the baby-boys of the world don't know about... all those 20 something year old lover boys. This is where the grown up men earn their keep! Ummmm.... I feel that buzzing start, and I like when you put the pressure down on my clit... but you are moving back down, so I grab your head, pushing you back to where you were.

"Like that?" you ask and do it again. I growl in response, clutching your hair. You chuckle.

"Better.... get... serious... boy" I threaten, but am panting so hard the words come out in short bursts. Then everything tightens up like a spring and I can't talk anymore... I can barely breath... You grind down hard on my clit with your tongue. I think about your red ass cheeks over my lap... and how you let me push you into this room... and how you squirmed as I twisted your nipples.... And then I am cumming in a roaring driving thunderous orgasm, my hand gripping your hair, legs pressed into your back. Shuddering with the explosion I look down at you. You are grinning up at me with tongue out, and face wet. I hold you there for a few long minutes, letting the waves wash through me. Then, I am pulling on your hair, gently, but urgently.... Beckoning you up off of your knees... up to kiss me. I taste my juices on your lips, and kiss you fiercely.

We pull apart and you sit down heavily in the chair.

"I don't suppose I get to cum?" You ask. I shake my head 'no' with a smile.

"Not tonight, babe" I am pulling on panties and jeans.

"Can I see you again?" You are starting to look anxious.

"You want too?" I ask, smile playing across my lips.

"Yes... please!" It is an urgent plea. I walk over and straddle you again. This time your naked cock is pressed against my jeans. Your hands find their way to my hips. I run hands through your hair, then down over your chest. You hold your breath when I come near your nipples. Ummm, so much fun!

"What are you doing tomorrow?" I ask.

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