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Detalhes Importantes de CarolineBranc
Preferência SexualBissexual
Altura>150 cm - 160 cm
Peso46 - 55 kg (100 - 120 lbs)
EtniaLatino/Hispânico
LínguasInglês, Espanhol
Pelos púbicosAparada
O que excita-me
Im The Empress all about love and feeling my self, Im a femdom, with expertise in JOI sadism, being rude... but also I can be soft, gently , lovely and seductor cause Im really deep into role play, but Im not gonna take abussive submission, I would only give it to you: you know, better to rule in hell than to serve in heaven.
Im one of those girls who enjoy energy experiences, candles, and quartz and all about making the sex a ritual.
Im a great reader so if you wanna have a deep talk about literature and history Im the best option.
Im a funny women and I dont like drama, so if you dont have enough money go and recharge.
Im a mixed latina, with the glow of Jlo, a nice apple ass, flexible, and lovely, Ive got nine tattoos and Im funny, I like to chilling and also have online dates, like shows with roses and wine, and take a shower together (preliminarily negotiate time) cause I still like romantic things.
Sobre mim
Im A mixed latina-Indian Bomb,fetish, tropicalgotic girl all in one.
O que me faz perder o interesse
I dont like to be disrespected and if you try it I will make you regret! TIP FIRST, THEN REQUEST.
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10/09/20
This lady is a gorgeous goddess. She takes such pride in herself and presents herself in such a positive way. It is always a joy to see how she has chosen an outfit and done her make-up. And she is Caroline Branc, Colombian Beauty, Charismatic Belle, Cute Butt....
28/08/20
23/08/20
very sweet n hot
17/08/20
Always a joy to be around!
10/08/20
Momma Mia! Sweet momma!
10/08/20
The best ass on Bonga! Super cute and nice!
08/07/20
You are so beautiful. The sexy eyes which can melt a man's soul... that silky hair... those perfectly soft and shapely breasts... that wonderfully toned body flexing in every pleasurable detail with the pleasure you receive... You are amazing in every way. Have fun with what you are doing, and do it for fun. You can't put out a bad video, so don't feel pressured to do anything. Just do you, and you will be golden. Thank you so much for sharing yourself!
26/06/20
Colombian bombshell!!


Simply Classic

Although it's not the best plug in the world, it's really attractive and it's not too hard to clean. It's rubber though, which isn't one of my favorite materials. The bottom of mine also seems to be coming apart, which isn't safe and will probably harbor bacteria if I'm not careful. This is a cheaper toy that's pointed to more easily insert, but it does have it's cons.
Attractive, Pointed for Easier Insertion, Cheap, Not Too Hard to Take care of
Sil-a-gel stinks, The Base seems to be coming apart which can harbour bacteria
Rating by reviewer:
useful review

As this is a butt plug, it's best used anally, but may very well be used vaginally as one wants. The biggest part of the plug is rather large, so you'll need to lube up to use it, but it can easily be manipulated after a while. This can also be used as a thrusting toy.
  • Who / How / What
    Who might this product be best for? How is it best used? What are the best circumstances or situations for using this product?
    Where / what types of places can this product be used?
    What kind of features does this product offer?
    • Travel friendly
  • Body / part areas
    What areas on the body can this product be used / what areas does it stimulate best?
    • P-spot

Material / Texture

The smell is slightly of rubber and jelly, but it's not very strong. It is rubber, so to me it feels thick on the outside, and cloth-like inside. Here, let me explain. Something odd I've found, is that the plug has sort of a rubber coating, a sack-like exterior, around some sort of inner stuffing, and you can feel it when you squeeze. It's a very odd texture, but I do find it unique. As for taste, there isn't really anything there, just a slight rubbery variation. This is definitely a firm toy, and since it is larger I would say that it's for more advanced anal users like myself and my girlfriend, but a beginner is welcome to try. Just don't insert more than you can take and end up hurting yourself. This boy needs a good amount of lube to use, I'd say, even though the whole thing is quite flexible. It's very pointy though, and can hurt going in if you're not careful.

Also, the bottom of the base looks really cheap. There is a sort of ring/circle looking thing on the bottom that seems to be falling apart, like the plug is plugged up with something, and that is the opening, which isn't staying on very well. I'm afraid things could get inside of this and get nasty. It can't be cleaned out and mine was already ripping open as soon as I opened it.
    • Light odor

Design / Shape / Size

The design is all right in terms of ergonomics, and I do like the shape and size. It worked well the first few times I've used it, but it is a bit large for beginners, as a medium sized plug. The one thing that I don't like about it is that the biggest part of the plug, near the base, is very hard to be accomodated my my ass, because it's of a larger size. This is a medium size plug, though, and will need a good amount of lube, but it is quite pleasurable. It is also travel friendly, as are most sex toys, so it can be taken to quite a few places by plane, boat, train, or other ways.
    • More advanced

As I've stated, the larger end of the plug is a bit hard to get in at first and one will need lube for this and, of course, just for the plug in general. It is harness compatible, too.
    • Easy to use

Care and Maintenance

Since it's rubber, it's porous, and I use water based lubricant. However, silicone lubricant can also be used, since there is no silicone in this plug, and it will not be of harm. You may use a condom with it just for safety, though. It's not the best made toy in the world, and the material quality isn't the best either, but it is a butt plug and can bring some good fun. To store it I keep it in a sock, and there's no dust or hair collecting to worry about. However, the sock is not a safe place to keep it. Rather, you should keep it in its original packaging or a plastic bag to keep nasty bacteria from getting into the highly porous rubber and ruining your toy.

To clean it you should probably use a toy cleaner like the ones sold here through Eden Fantasys, and you can also use soap and water.
    • Easy to store

The plug is packaged in a simple clamshell case that can be used for storage and for gift giving. It's recyclable, but there are no real user's instructions. The baby blue background in the case that names the product and its description is really quite attractive and looks like one of the pages in an old english book. It says that the toy is Sil-a-Gel and that it's by Doc Johnson, but little else.
    • Good for storage
Follow-up commentary
I don't really use this plug very often because it's not made very well and I don't trust the way it feels, but I do wish sometimes that I could. However, it hurts (even with lube) to insert, the bottom is cracked and could attract bacteria (which I can't get out), and it is just not made well at all. Shame, because I had high hopes at first.
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    Good first review.
    I think I would have returned it if it was coming apart when you received it. Also the smell is not from the Sil-A-Gel but from the rubber, Sil-A-Gel has no smell.
    That plug thing in the base is weird. I wonder why they did it that way - this toy doesn't seem to benefit from it.

    I'd go for the silicone one first.
    Thanks for the review!
    It's not the silagel that stinks? Hmm.
    If you like you can check out this thread, [http://www.edenfantasys.com/sex-forum/companies/doc-johnson/the-smell-of-sil-a-gel/] scroll down a bit and the is a post from Chad Braverman at Doc Johnson, he explains a bit about Sil-A-Gel. There is another post further into it from Rebecca Weinberg, also from Doc Johnson.
    Good start. I would certainly not continue to use this toy if it it torn. No matter how careful you are, a tear in a sex toy, especially an anal toy, will harbor bacteria. Add that to the rubber and you have a virtual petri dish there.

    Thank you for the review.

    You may want to look the Mentor Program to help you write really helpful reviews.
    I don't know, DWTim. The only people saying Sil-A-Gel doesn't smell is Doc Johnson, the user of the chemical.

    I have things made of PVC and rubber (sex toys as well as household items) without Sil-A-Gel and they might have a mild odor for a little while, but the odor (which is never as bad as Sil-A-Gel added toys) always fades (like shower curtain smells do.) IF Sil-A-Gel is added, it stinks! We also have a soap that My Man buys at Aldi and it's antibacterial and IT smells like Sil-A-Gel. I'm betting it's the same or a similar chemical.

    Why do ALL the toys with Sil-A-Gel added have the same smell, whether they are rubber, PVC, plastic, or whatever?

    I, for one, am not buying the manufacturers claim that Sil-A-Gel doesn't smell.

    Not doubting you, Tim, just that EVERYBODY has used these toys, on this site and others complains about the smell, like nothing else. If it's the rubber, or the PVC, why don't things made of these materials smell like non-fading strawberry shower curtain for eternity?
    Thanks for the review! Be careful if the toy is torn, I would recommend discontinuing use for your own safety.
    @DWtim Thank you for the advice. I'll check it out, definitely!

    @P'Gell You're right. I don't think I'm going to use it anymore. I can't believe that they would sell a product like this, and I'm very disappointed with the company. I don't know if I'm going to trust them enough to give them my business again..It just seems cheap. Just a way to get money. And as for the mentor program, I've got Alicia, and she's really nice. Thank you. I know I need help on my reviews, and I'm trying so hard. But they still need a lot of work. Haha, thanks for the advice though. All of it.

    @KarleeCharm Yeah I'm not going to be using this toy anymore, and I appreciate so much that you care. Thank you.
  • Rainbow Boy
    Rainbow Boy
    There is a platinum silicone version of this toy. Check out The Big End. I highly recommend it. Doc Johnson's rubber toys are quite cheap qualitatively, but their silicone line is absolutely amazing.
    Great review!
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In Islam, the area of the body not meant to be exposed in public is called the awrah, and while referred to in the Qur'an, is addressed in more detail in hadith.
- For men, the awrah is from the navel to knees, which means that in public, Muslim men have to cover themselves at least from the navel down to the knees.
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I see her again, that girl.
She is sitting, her hair being a mess.
Her eyes are red from tears,
mouth wrinkled.

Rubbing her now dry eyes,
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She fixed her hair
and wore a smile.

I decided to approach her.
Closely, closer, and closer.
She also turned and faced me.
In the same way, she walks toward me.

I reach out my hand,
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Male slaves suffering under female feet

Kes never tramples a man before, but her friend Melina does. So she asks her to introduce her to trampling. That is no problem for Melina and she calls her slave for a spontaneous trampling session. The slave lies down on the floor and Melina holds Kes' hand and stands with her on the slave's chest . Kes thinks that this is fun and she starts to trample him. She will do it more often in future.

Lady Aalya comes into the stable to check on her slave who's supposed to clean it. But the slave didn't get any work done yet - and needs to be punished! She forces him to lie down and starts to trample him immediately. She can't really balance on his fat body and scratches his skin with the thin heels of her boots. In the end she whips his ass a few times and makes him lick the dirty soles of her boots before she takes off - and leaves him working!

Mistress Alyae wears her converse today. She tramples her slave in the woods. He lies down on the hard ground ans she tramples him roughly. She holds on to a tree and jumps up and down on his chest. She presses the sneakers in his face, that he can only scream in pain. What a torture for the damn Loser!

Cute Rebecca's trampling her foot slave today. She's wearing her sneakers and just trampling his stomach and chest would be way to easy for the slave. She decides to mostly trample his face and head instead. His face's distorted under her full weight and you can see in how much pain this guy is while his mistress doesn't seem to care and even gives you a pretty smile into the camera!

Extremely cruel Mistress Lea and Mistress Lydie go hard on their slave, with their dangerous wedge heel shoes. They stomp, trample and even jump with the wedge

Mistress Jenny's wearing her Killa boots today and she knows how to hurt a man with them - although they don't have high heels. She jumps and stomps all over his bare chest and the deep tread leaves red marks all over the slave's skin. After a while she takes off the boots and continues to trample him viciously under bare feet. Now she's just jumping around and stands on his head with her full weight and both feet!

Mistress Kitty wears her new, cute ballet shoes and she wants to torture her slave with the flat shoes. The slave lies on the hard ground and she tramples him brutally. She kicks into his stomach and presses her full weight on his head and his face. Kitty is not as cute as she looks like. Brutal girl!

Mistresses Athena and Dafne want to trample their slave's head today - together! They're both wearing pattern stockings when they start trampling him and go for his head right away. They try to get all 4 feet on his head to crush it under their combined weight but sometimes one of them slips off. A few times one of them lands on his throat too - that's one dangerous game to play - ouch!

Candy and Eileen are in the SWAT team and they have a new mission. They have to choose a skinny girl, who is perfect for humilitating. And there is Calina! She is lying on a bed and waiting for her cruel punishment, because Candy and Eileen are known for being very brutal. They trample her alternately. They stand on her and press their feet deep in her stomach. She screams!

Princess Mya and Princess Kayla sit on the couch and have their high heel boots worshipped by a slave when they decide to spice things up. They order the slave to lie down on the floor next to the couch and while Kayla sits down on his ugly face Mya starts to trample his body under her boots. She kicks his balls multiple times, grinds her heels into his belly and stomps all over his chest - while Kayla just laughs at this loser - getting stomped on and smothered by hot girls!

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He pulled her hard against him, into his arms. His mouth plundered hers, battered it open, and he felt her terror spike. Yet it subsided as swiftly as did his desire to handle her roughly. Sweetness met passion and broke over them both like a shower of fire. He felt her hesitate, and his lips softened, began to woo hers, coax and persuade them further apart. Greed washed through him in a staggering tide that left him feeling all at once weak and powerful. Surely he would sell his soul for the taste of her.

She raised both her hands and planted them flat against his chest. He expected to feel her push him away; instead her fingers curled into the fabric of his tunic and pulled him closer.

The motion went straight to his head. He contemplated pushing her down there before the hearth but dismissed the notion. Not before they saw the priest. He would stand accused of raping no woman.

He broke the kiss, and a sound came from her throat, a sigh of protest. They gazed deeply into one another’s eyes, and Dougal’s heart began to pound the way it did before a battle, when his sword cried for blood.

She still had her fingers fastened in his tunic, and they stood barely a breath apart. Every inch of him could feel every inch of her—some more than others.

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Looking at the front of what passes for my body this morning as I faced the mirror out my bath I was reminded of a few jokes, comments and sayings on diets!

A gentleman knows it is finally time to go on a diet:
-When he cannot see his pride looking down from a standing position any longer even in its full glory.
-When he reads Patton’s Battle of the Bulge with the book propped up on his stomach.
-When he cannot reach his plate on the table from a sitting position.

A lady knows it is finally time to go on a diet:
-When she cannot cross her arms over her chest any longer.
-When she doesn’t know any longer where her breast finishes and where her stomach starts.
-When someone says her stockings are folding although she does not wear any.

A pot belly is :
-A Yokohama tire in Japan.
-A beer tureen in Germany.
-A shock absorbing baloon for a truck driver.
-A weapon for a sumo wrestler.

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Roger a fifty-four years old widower lives in the southern part of the USA. He stood about five-foot five, has average weight, black hair, brown eyes, and a muscular build. He doesn't consider himself handsome, or someone women would find attractive. So he doesn't have an interested in looking for someone, or dating. He spends his week like the average man, working, taking care of his home and son. While shopping at the local market one Friday he met and has become friends with an older woman named Margaret.

Margaret was a Caucasian woman in her sixties. She stood about 5' 5". Her short white hair accented her blue eyes, and lips the color of a rose. She had a full figure, wide hips, and a good set of tits. His first thought was how he'd like to bury his face and cock in them. She didn't wear make-up because she didn't need it, she sparkled with a beauty many men would not see. He felt an immediate attraction to her.

When he first saw her, she was shopping at the same market he goes too. She was alone and always appeared to be lonely. However, she did smile in greeting every time they came close to one another. The following week he decided when he had the chance; he would stop and talk to her. He did and introduced himself, "Hello, my name is Roger."

"Hello, Roger my name is Margaret, nice to meet you."

Nothing else was said that week, but as the days passed, their conversations extended past the usual greeting. He found out she was a widow. She was also needing someone to help her with small things around the house, but had no idea where to look, and was too shy to ask.

"Sorry to hear about your husband, I know how that goes I have been a widower for over two years. My wife died of cancer. By the way if you want, I can come over and help you with some things if you want."

"Oh that would be nice, but I cannot pay you much."

"Don't worry about that, you can pay me with a home cooked meal."

"Okay, I can do that. When can you come over?"

He thought for a moment then suggested, "How's about this coming Saturday, around three o'clock?"

"That will be nice. Here's my address and phone number, just in case you get lost or have to cancel."

He chuckled, "I doubt I will cancel on a free meal."

In the back of his mind he wondered is she would be willing to be the dessert. After all age is just a mere number, and her body was alluring. Besides it would be just sex, and he never got enough of that.

Saturday was three days away, and the time drug by slowly. When the day finally arrived, he showered and dressed in blue-jeans and a t-shirt, after all he would be doing handyman type work.

When he arrived she greeted him wearing a skirt and casual blouse. "Thanks for coming over to help me out, Roger, this won't take long."

She seemed to be such a sweet woman. He also loved the fact that she offered a home cooked meal as his reward for helping her.

She then told him she needed a few light bulbs changed, but was scared of heights. She pointed to a hall closet and told him he'd find the stepladder there. She told him she'd go get the bulbs as he retrieved the ladder. When they had everything needed, she showed him the ones that needed to be replaced.

When they had one bulb left, she told him he needed to change the one in her bedroom closet. In addition he could hand her a couple boxes off the top shelf.

When they entered the room he saw it was neat and tidy. Everything had butterflies on it and was either purple or pink and nicely coordinated.

She then directed him to the closet. The huge walk in closet was as bigger than any he'd ever seen.

"Roger, while you're on the ladder, I want you to hand me a couple of boxes. I need to find some papers and I am sure they are in one of them."

"No problem. Let me change this bulb then you can tell me which ones you need." He changed the bulb and she turned the light on.

"Now which ones do you need Margaret?"

"One box if brown and has a label on it which reads, 2010, insurance paperwork, and one is green, and it reads insurance papers 2011."

He found them, picked up one box and handed it down to her. When he did he got a good look down her blouse. He swallowed hard, and felt his dick stir. Oh man, what a time for a boner, he froze. . She noticed he was acting peculiar and asked. "What's wrong dear?"

"Oh nothing," hoping she had not noticed the swelling in his jeans. He quickly composed himself, found the other box, and handed it to her.

He got down off the ladder, and was startled, they were face to face. He tried to act casual, and spoke, "What else do you need done, I'm don't have to be home till 10pm to make sure my son goes to bed, and doesn't stay up too late playing video games."

She moved back, smiled and batted her eyes. "Nothing I can think of. Hey, I'm getting thirsty, would you like some cool tea, soda, or a beer?"

"I'd like some tea with sugar and lemon if you have it, my throat is a bit parched."

"Good why don't you go sit on the sofa as I get us both some. After that we can have supper, as it won't take long to finish that, I have a roast in the oven with all the trimmings. Plus German chocolate cake for dessert."

"You didn't have to go to all that trouble."

"It's no problem besides it feels nice cooking for a man again."

She came back with tea and napkins, and the two sat and talked like long lost friends. Neither was really looking for romance, but somehow the two were drawn to each other

"You know, I used to have a handyman, but he moved to another state." She blushed, and then chuckled, "He was so good to me, in more ways than one."

He kind of knew what she was hinting at and asked. "Oh really, care to tell me what you he did, if it's not too embarrassing?"

Her eyes lit up, and her hands trembled when she began to talk. "This all happened after Alvin passed away mind you, but we did have some fun times. He fixed faucets, changed light bulbs, and even helped by cleaning the windows. I cooked for him, and we often went on a picnic, it was fun to get out of this boring house. However, there were some things I loved doing, something I really miss doing with a man."

Well that perked up his interest, and his cock twitched and began to swell. "What was that, you can tell me, I will keep it a secret?"

She gulped, looked him in the eyes, to gauge his reaction and blurted out. "I'm not a prude and I used to pay him for his work by giving him a blow job. I may be old baby, but I love sex, always did."

All a sudden she looked down at his crotch and licked her lips. "Oh my god, honey, looks like you have an erection."

He took a deep breath. "Sorry about that. Excuse me, but I accidently got a glimpse of your beautiful tits while on the ladder, and my dick started to swell and throb. Then when you talked about the blow job, I got a hard-on."

She smiled, leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Well I I think we can do something about that honey. However, I am hungry, how about us eating supper, and having some sexy fun afterwards?"

He could not believe his ears, she was propositioning him. He just stared at her.

She patted his arm, "Don't worry honey, I am not too old to, cut the mustard."

She told him where the bathroom was, so he could wash up. Then she got up and walked into the kitchen to prepare supper.

About ten minutes later he joined her. "Can I do anything to help?"

"Sure honey, the plates are in the cupboard on your left, and the silverware in the door to your right. When you get the table set, I will pour us some more tea, unless you want a beer, because everything is ready to serve."

"Tea is fine." He set the table, and watched her put the finishing touches on a scrumptious meal.

Before he could do anything else, she walked over to him, placed her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately.

"Oh god, I have wanted to do that since I first met you. I'm glad you could come over, I have a sneaky feeling we are going to be good friends and maybe more."

He moaned and quivered, her kiss was sweeter than wine. He held her for a moment, and then stated, "I'd like that." He then kissed her hard enough to curl her toes,

Her eyes twinkled in delight, he hadn't seen her this happy since the first day we said hello.

They enjoyed the meal talking about family, religion, and places they traveled to. In his mind he told himself, he could get used to this, every week or so.

She gathered the plates, and served up dessert. "You know Roger; I could really use you as my handyman, on a permanent basis. Maybe I can call you ever every other weekend if I need you for something."

"This cake is delicious, thanks for a great meal. I like your way of thinking, I'd love to help you out. Are we just talking about odd jobs around the house?"

She winked, blushed, and purred, "Around the house and in my bedroom, if you don't mind."

"Oooh honey, you're making my dick hard again!"

"Good because this baby is horny as hell. Are you ready to go into my bedroom and have some hot, sexy, fun?"

Before he could say a word she got up and took him by the hand, and led him to the bedroom. Once inside the room she started stripping.

He couldn't keep his eyes off her; she was so beautiful, even at her age.

"Well honey, don't just stand there, please take those clothes off."

She climbed onto the bed to watch as he hurriedly removed his clothing. His cock was fat but eight inches, and his big balls hung down full of his seed.

She licked her lips, quivered and cooed. "Mmm you are so sexy looking, my pussy is springing a leak, and is purring!"

He smiled and climbed onto the bed. "Well now, I'll just have to take care of that won't I?"

"Not yet, I want to suck that gorgeous cock of yours first."

Her eyes locked onto his cock. She licked her lips hungrily as she wrapped her hand around it. She flicked the tip with her tongue savoring the musky smell, and lapping up the tangy taste of precum.

"Yummy, it tastes so good Roger!"

He felt light headed and hot, it had been too long since a woman touched his cock, and he thought he'd pass out.

A soft growl escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes, reveling in the moment. Slowly, her warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock, and he loved how her pink lips wrapped around the shaft and sucked him deep.

"Ooooh fuck, that feels sooooo damn good!"

She just kept going, licking the shaft, and tickling his balls with her tongue. The slurping sounds and sight made his cock harder than steel. He was in seventh heaven. He knew he could not last must longer, he'd felt like he would explode any minute.

She must have been really turned and sensed his arousal heightening, because she began to suck his cock faster. He put his hands on her head, and started humping her face.

He paused long enough to ask, "Am I hurting you?"

She paused long enough to reply, "No I love taking care of my baby. I want to swallow your sweet load too boney. She resumed sucking his cock and rolling his balls.

Her moaning, slurping sounds, along with the sight of his shiny pulsating cock, coated with her saliva coating, sent him over the edge.

"Ooooh Margaret, I am ccuummiinnnggg!!"

He thought he would never stop, there was some much jism that if overflowed onto her chin.

She eagerly licked up every drop. Following that she moved upwards until her lips touched his. They shared a soft passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, and held her, because it felt right. He didn't care that she was older, as she too needed to feel loved.

He could feel her hardened nipples against his chest, and let his finger travel to her warm, moist pussy. God she was drenched.

He then kissed her cheeks and neck then nibbled on her earlobe. "My turn baby, lay down, I want to eat that hot cunt!"

"Oh yes I would like that!"

He moved and got between her legs. He inhaled deep letting the intoxicating aroma of her sex, tantalize all his senses. He then moved closer and slid his tongue the full length of her hairy mound.

She quivered, ran her fingers through his hair, and squealed, "Ooooh honey eat my hot pussy!"

He spread the silky folds of her pussy, and was awed as to how wet she was. He slithered his tongue across the velvety skin, and she moaned in response. When he flicked her clit, a gush of fluids covered his chin. He lapped it up than shoved his tongue deep inside her. The warmth of her inner flesh was magnificent. It milked his tongue like a small cock.

"Ooooh god, if you keep doing that baby and I will cover your face with cum!"

He paused long enough to growl, "I hope so!"

He licked, probed, and tickled every inch of her twat with his tongue. He then shoved two fingers inside her hole as he sucked on her engorged clit. She was gushing so much it ran down the crack of her ass onto the bed.

She appeared to be in another dimension. She moved her head from side to side, moaned, and begun moving her hips and fucking his fingers.

He increased the pace, and she began to shake violently.

"Ooooh honey I am cumming!"

She covered his whole hand and wrist with her juices. He licked eagerly like a hungry pup at a bowl of milk.

When she finished, he moved up and took her in his arms, basking in the afterglow.

"I'm glad we met I really needed you more than you realize. Does my age bother you?"

"Margaret, I needed you baby, as much as you did me. Age to me only matters if you're buying cheese and wine."

They both laughed and he held her for my comfort as much as hers.

About an hour later, he lifted her chin as he placed his lips on hers.

"Honey I need to get home before my son worries where I am. I would not want him to come looking for me."

"Okay. Well I want to thank you for helping me. We will have to do this again, you can bet on it."

"I know we will."

He cleaned himself up, and dressed. He held her close one last time and then kissed her goodbye.

As he drove off, he knew they were going to be more than just friends, and her handyman.

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I kneel silently with my head bowed as you walk around the room gathering your toys. I can't help trembling in fear and anticipation. I jump slightly as you come up behind me and place a blindfold over my eyes. I like my dry lips as you pull me up and urge me to lie on my stomach on the bed. You start to caress my back, butt, and thighs as you whisper in my ear what a good girl I am. Slowly I start to relax, your hands and words soothing me. I cry out loudly as you smack my ass hard. You shush me and rub the spot you hit. As soon as I relax you lay another blow on the opposite cheek. I bite my lip to stop from crying out as your hands rub the heat over my ass, building a steady pace of spanking me then soothing the pain.

"Red is definitely my favorite color of the day," you whisper as you continue spanking me, and I can hear the smile in your soft voice, your breathe on my ear causing me to shiver. I almost whimper as you move away but you quickly return. As you spread my butt cheeks, I stiffen as you rub my anus, spreading something cool on.

"Relax baby....I won't hurt you, I promise." I take a deep breath and try to relax, trusting you completely. You gently slide a nozzle deep into my ass and soon after I feel liquid start to pump into me. After a few minutes I begin to squirm as I fill uncomfortable full, cramps starting to build. I whimper softly and you turn the water off, quickly pulling the nozzle out and sliding in a thick plug. You gently turn me over, raising my arms above my head and trying them to the bed posts. Next you spread my legs apart trying my ankles to the bottom posts. You softly rub my stomach, massaging the cramps as you slowly slide a medium sized vibrator deep inside my cunt, turning it on high and leaning down to suck on my clit gently. I try to buck my hips up, but you have me tightly tied. I moan loudly tossing my head side to side helplessly. Breathlessly I cry out, "Please fuck me Sir!"

I feel you smile against my clit before pulling away and sliding the vibrator out of my tight cunt. Then I feel you move over me, lowering your head taking one of my taunt nipples into your hot mouth sucking hard. Agonizingly slow, you push your thick cock in, stretching me hard around you. In and out you move as you bite hard on my nipple, causing me to cry out. I can feel the water in my bowels rumbling as you start to thrust faster and harder. You move to my other nipple, giving it the same painfully pleasurable attention, making me whimper.

"Mmm...that's a good slut...let me hear how much you enjoy me." Again you bite painfully as you make a vicious thrust in. I cry out loudly, tears coming to my eyes underneath the blindfold. You slow down as you move to my neck, biting hard enough to be sure to leave a mark. I wince slightly then gasp loudly as you reach between us, rubbing my clit. I moan loudly starting to tremble as I get close. You speed up as you feel me tremble, knowing i won't be able to hold long.

"Please let me cum Sir! I need to cum and I can't hold it much longer!"

"Not yet, my little slut..." You take your hand away and start to thrust hard, making me whimper from the intensity. You bite my neck hard again and go faster, and I know you're close.

"Please let me cum Sir! Please!" I whimper pathetically but you don't answer. You thrust harder and tense up groaning loudly as you cum, coating my cunt thickly. You rest against me for a long moment before pulling out and move off the bed.

I whimper loudly. "Please Sir, I still need to cum and I really need to go to the bathroom." I wait a moment but hear no answer. "Sir?" Again no answer. surely you didn't leave me like this! "Sir!" I yell loudly. No answer. You had left me.

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There was something about their ad that fascinated me. After reading it several times, I decided to respond. I've trained lots of men in the arts of pleasure-pain. I'm good at it. It's a labor of love. I get turned on when a masculine guy willingly submits to my authority. I love seeing the look in his eyes when I order him to strip down. I love seeing the fear in his eyes as I tie him down and he knows that he cannot escape. I love watching his muscles tense as he feels each new wave of pain. I love the look of determination on his face as he struggles to accept the pain. It is always a hot scene for me -- and I make sure it is a hot scene for my boys.

I've had my share of experiences with those of the female persuasion -- but that was a long time ago. My desire to dominate has always been directed toward men, but there was something about their ad that got my juices flowing and I decided to offer my services to them. I read the ad again: "Young, submissive couple desires to explore the world of s/m, b/d and make their fantasies realities. He is 29, 5'10, athletic. She is 26, 5'7, athletic. Both are obedient and need training from dominant male or female. P.O. Box XXXX."

The Friday after I wrote to them, my phone rang. Mark said that he and his wife had received my letter the day before and had spent the night talking. The agreed that they wanted to submit to me and awaited my orders. I liked the sound of Mark's voice -- a rich, masculine voice with a submissive quality.

I questioned him about their experience in s/m. He said that they taken turns dominating each other but it hadn't really satisfied either of them. Neither of them could really get into the dominant role. Had they ever submitted to anyone before Mark related one encounter with a professional dominant before he was married. Was it what he needed It was okay -- but "she didn't get into giving pain as much as I thought she would." As we talked, it became clear that Mark had a need to be punished and Marie, his wife, had a need to be humiliated. I made it clear that if they chose to submit to me, they would be required to do whatever I ordered. He agreed. I gave him my address and ordered them to report at 8:00 p.m. He responded, "We will be there, Sir. And thank you, Sir." I responded by hanging up the phone.

At 7:55, they pulled into my drive. The sun had just set and it was not yet dark. I watched them as they walked toward the front door. Both were very attractive. Marie had an excellent figure that her clothing didn't hide. Her long blond hair framed her face. Mark walked next to her and had the perfect physique. The knit shirt he was wearing displayed muscular shoulders and arms. His tight jeans displayed his narrow waist and muscular thighs -- and a substantial endowment. Their faces betrayed the anticipation (and fear) they felt and their eyes darted nervously at the windows. They held each other's hand, as if to give the other emotional support.

I opened the door just as Mark was about to ring the bell. Their eyes studied me for an instant and Mark was about to speak when I said, "Come in and strip -- one at a time." Meekly, they walked to the center of the room and looked at each other with questioning eyes. I sat down to watch their strip tease. Mark won out and Marie began to slowly remove her clothing. She was obviously embarrassed and her deep blue eyes avoided mine. She removed her shoes and jeans first and then her top. Wearing only her panties and bra, her figure was near perfect. Her eyes looked pleadingly at mine. I remained silent. Finally she managed the courage to remove her bra, revealing full breasts with large nipples. With a look of defeat, her long slender fingers slowly slid her panties down her legs and she stepped out of them. Her hands clasped in front of her in a gesture of modesty. I was enjoying her humiliation.

Without comment, I looked at Mark and he began to strip. He stepped out of his shoes and pulled off his shirt. His chest was well developed and covered light with a mat of hair. His nipples were large and cone shaped. His arms were solid and thick. His fingers unbuttoned the fly of his 501's and he slowly slid them down his powerful, hairy legs. He stepped out of his jeans and was about to slide the white briefs down his legs when I ordered him to stop. He looked puzzled but obeyed. I stood and walked around him. The proportions of his body were ideal. His back was well muscled and his ass was perfect -- the type of bubble butt that athletes so often attain through hard workouts. The thin fabric of the briefs outlined his cock and balls, both of which were impressive. Mark's being allowed to retain his last vestige of clothing seemed to intensify Marie's nakedness, at least in her eyes.

I led the two of them into the basement and, after handcuffing Mark, I secured his wrists to an over head beam next to an old doctor's examination table I'd had for years and, on which, many slaves had suffered. I ordered Marie to suck Mark's toes. Slowly, she sank to her knees and wrapped her mouth around her husband's big toe. A few minutes later, I ordered her to direct her attention to his ankles and made her work her way up his legs until she had reached his crotch. Mark became increasingly aroused until his rock hard cock stretched the fabric of the briefs. She gently nibbled at his cock and he moaned with pleasure.

"Chew on his nipples," I ordered. She looked up and their eyes locked. Slowly, she got to her feet and her mouth touched the masculine, brown nipple. She began to gently chew on his right one and Mark's face registered pleasure. It was clear that her love for him made it virtually impossible for her to hurt him. "You will learn to inflict pain on your husband or you will be the one to suffer," I told her as I handcuffed her wrists behind her back. I attached a clamp to each of her nipples. Pain shot through her and showed on her face. "I said 'chew' on his nipples and I expect to obey me." She quickly put her mouth to his right nipple and Mark's body tensed as her teeth worked on tender flesh. As the pain grew in her own tits, she increased the intensity with which is worked on Mark's until his face grimaced with pain and his breath came in gasps. After several minutes, I ordered Marie to work on the other. She began to gnaw on it until I gave her permission to stop. Mark's nipples were an angry red and obviously sore.

I told Marie to remove Mark's briefs with her teeth. She was awkward in her attempt, but finally succeeded in securing the tight waist band in her teeth and began to inch them down. Mark's briefs strained to hold his endowment and his excitement was obvious. She worked the briefs down over his left hip, revealing his pubic hair. She turned her attention to his right side and was eventually successful in lowering the briefs still more. Finally, she was able to grasp the front and with one gesture, pulled the briefs down his legs, releasing his cock and heavy balls.

"Now, chew on his balls, slave girl," I ordered. She opened wide and took as she sucked the two egg sized jewels into her mouth. Mark's expression was again one of pleasure. I selected a riding crop and gave the nipple clamp she wore a light tap. The shock of pain produced a muscle contraction in Marie that produced a cry of pain from Mark. She immediately went to work on Mark's balls and within seconds, Mark was uttering guttural sounds attesting to the pain she was inflicting and beads of sweat broke out on his body. After sufficient time, I allowed Marie to stop and her eyes, filled with apology and regret, locked on Mark's.

I took off her cuffs and prepared her for her next ordeal. Mark watched intently as I ordered Marie to lay on the table. I attached leather restraining cuffs to her wrists and ankles. Her wrists were then secured to the table and the ankle cuffs attached to chains from the over head beam, leaving her legs spread wide and vulnerable. Her face registered fear and she looked at Mark with pleading eyes. I selected a large dildo, greased it carefully and slowly inserted it into Marie's cunt. She uttered a groan of pleasure. I inserted my finger into her ass and her eyes widened in surprise. It was my guess that Mark had never fucked his wife in the ass -- or she had never agreed to let him. I decided to insert a butt plug and strap it and the dildo in place before turning my attention to Mark. She watched me grease the plug. I touched the tip of the plug to her puckered hole. With slow, steady pressure, the plug began its journey. Millimeter by millimeter, the plug began to disappear as her hole widened to accept the increasing diameter. When half of it was in, she began to plead for me to stop. I made no response but waited. Her skin began to shine with moisture. Mark looked concerned but his hard cock indicated he was turned on. A minute passed and I continued the insertion. She whimpered as the plug widened. I twisted the dildo and she tried to hide her pleasure. The plug was at its widest point and I pushed gently. Marie's body tensed with pain as her hole stretched as never before. Holding the plug securely in place with one hand, I caressed her breast with my other hand and, without warning, removed one tit clamp. It sent a massive wave of pain through her and she strained at the restraints and cried out. I reached for the other and terror filled her eyes. I opened the clamp and again she bucked in pain. I pushed the plug into her and her pink hole quickly sucked it in. She laid there, breathing hard, recovering. I turned toward Mark and read his concern in his eyes.

I took his nipple between my fingers and twisted. A shot of pain went through his body. I whispered in his ear, "Would you like to suck my cock, slave boy" He did not respond. "Would you like for me to fuck you in the ass, slave boy" He swallowed hard and shook his head. I twisted his nipple again. His body tightened. I could see fear in his eyes. Fear had diminished the size of his cock, but he was obviously still excited. His cock stood erect and his balls hung low.

Mark watched intently as I strapped a ball stretcher on him and gasped when I attached a weight to it, drawing his balls down still further. His cock twitched and seemed to grow even more. I attached leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles and took off his handcuffs.

I led him over to a padded saw horse, bent him over it and secured his ankles and wrists. From behind, he was a delicious sight. His ass cheeks were round and seemed to invite abuse. The position that he was in caused his cheeks to spread slightly and seemed to invite exploration. The weight suspended from his balls swung freely and his balls seemed even larger. Marie strained to watch what was happening to her husband.

"Did your daddy ever take you out to the woodshed, slave boy" I asked, mockingly, as I selected a leather strap.

"Yes," he replied meekly.

"Yes, SIR!" I corrected, bringing the strap down hard on his hard buns.

His body tightened and he quickly responded, "Yes, SIR!"

"Did you like getting whipped" I taunted.

"No, Sir," he answered. I brought the strap down again -- twice. He inhaled quickly but didn't cry out.

"Don't lie to me, slave boy! You looked forward to it, didn't you You did whatever you had to do to earn yourself a taste of his strap, didn't you, slave boy" Another hard crack on his ass cheeks.

"Yes, Sir. It hurt, but I liked it..." he struggled.

"And has anyone other than your dad ever whipped you"

A pause. "My college roommate paddled me a few times, Sir."

"Give me details..."

"We played poker a lot and I usually lost. When I ran out of money, sometimes I continued to play with IOU's. If I couldn't pay back the IOU's, he would cancel them out if I would submit to a paddling. It happened about ten or twelve times, I guess."

"Then this will bring back fond memories for you," I said, bringing the strap down hard on his round buns.

Marie listened intently. It was obvious that she was learning something new about her husband. Again, two more. Only his heavy labored breathing broke the quiet. Another loud crack echoed. A labored grunt. His pain was becoming real. Three more followed in rapid succession and every muscle in Mark's well developed body was tensed. His ass was becoming red and hot. I decided to give him a short break.

My finger traced a path from his spine downward, disappearing into the darkness between his cheeks. I touched his asshole and a shiver went through his body. With my other hand, I raised the weight attached to his balls several inches and dropped it. For the first time, Mark cried out.

While he savored the pain, I greased another dildo. His ass cheeks clenched when he felt the dildo slide between them. Even as muscular as he was, he could not fight it and the dildo slowly began to disappear. Mark only grunted. Further and further it went until its full length had been inserted. After several minutes of fucking him, I decided it was time to resume the corporal punishment and pulled the dildo from him.

Ten more licks with the belt, each spaced several seconds apart and each making contact with a different area of his ass, produced the effect I wanted. Mark's ass was a vivid red and hot to the touch. He was nearing the point of breaking. His cock remained hard.

Now, for the final phase...

I removed the weights from Mark's ball stretcher and released him from the horse. I decided to position Mark on the table, mounted over his wife in a 69 position with his legs spread, securing his ankles and wrists to the table in such a way that he had the freedom to move enough to support himself on his hands and knees but could not escape or move from the position into which he had been placed. Once secured, I attached clamps to his nipples. He watched as the rubber tipped teeth gripped his tender flesh. He drew a breath sharply as they bit into him.

"Do you love your wife, slave boy" I asked knowing the answer.

"Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir."

"Then you would do everything possible to prevent her from suffering, wouldn't you, slave boy"

"Yes, Sir. Anything, Sir."

"Good," I continued, "Because your ass is right over her face and I am about to give you an enema. I have to give you an enema for your own good," I said mockingly, "because the dildo didn't come back squeaky clean. You want to be nice and clean, don't you, slave boy" I paused but didn't expect an answer.

"Have you ever been given an enema, slave boy" I asked.

"A couple of times when I was a kid, Sir."

"And you've never been given one since then" I pried.

"Once in college, Sir," he replied, obviously embarrassed. His face began to blush.

"And who gave it to you"

Hesitation. "A fraternity brother, Sir."

I smile. "And why did he give it to you"

"It was part of my initiation, Sir."

"Tell me about it," I said, enjoying his humiliation.

"While the whole fraternity house watched, I had to strip down and do push-ups while one of my fraternity brother gave me an enema. After all the enema was in me, I had to hold it while I did ten deep knee bends."

"How did you feel" I asked, already knowing his answer.

"It was the most humiliating part of the initiation, Sir."

"And were you successful"

"Yes, Sir. It was hard, but I did it."

"Good. You've had some practice. Because if you don't hold this one... Well, you know who will suffer, don't you, slave boy"

By now, I had removed the harness holding the dildo and butt plug in place on Marie. A look of panic came across his face. He began to say something. I pulled the dildo from her cunt and pushed his face into it, telling him, "Start eating -- and she had better enjoy it or he would face more pain. A childlike whine came out of his throat as he began to tongue his wife's pussy. Marie began to moan with pleasure.

I filled a two quart enema bag with warm water, added a fair amount of glycerine (to produce effective cramps), hung it above the table and attached a new butt plug -- designed to double as an enema nozzle -- to the hose. Marie's eyes grew large as she watched me grease the thick plug and bring it come closer and closer toward the target. She watched intently as the blunt tip of the plug made its way between her husband's fury buns and seemed to disappear as I began the insertion. I decided to make the insertion last as long as possible, giving Mark time to get used to the plug, at least to some degree. As I pushed the plug deeper into Mark's tight hole, I watched the muscles in his arms and back tighten as he struggled to accept its increasing size. When a spasm of pain would shoot through him, he would grunt suddenly -- a grunt of muffled by his wife's crotch. I continued with slow, steady pressure. We were almost to the plug's widest point. Mark was breathing heavily and it was evident that the plug was producing constant pain. Almost imperceptive, the plug continued its invasion and the widest point was reached. Mark's groaning became louder -- almost a cry. His body glistened sweat and he pulled at the straps holding him captive. He had reached his limit and, at that point, the plug suddenly tapered and quickly seated itself. Mark's beautiful cheeks clenched tight and his ass seemed to be greedily pull the plug in as deeply as possible. At that moment, Marie cried out and her body shuttered as an orgasmic wave swept over her. I waited while she enjoyed what appeared to be cosmic experience. The pain Mark had endured had caused his cock to soften, although not to the point of becoming flaccid. He continued to obediently tongue his wife's pussy, obviously enjoying himself now that the pain had diminished.

"Now, slave girl, it's your turn," I said. "I'm going to start the enema and, while it's flowing into Mark, you are going to suck his dick. You are going to suck it better than you have ever sucked it before -- because Mark is going to have to hold the enema until he comes -- and the longer it takes for you to make him come, the longer he will have to hold it."

In the quiet, the 'click' of the stopcock opening seemed very loud, followed by the gentle gurgling sound of water rushing down the tube.

Marie quickly took her husband's cock in her mouth and began working on it, her eyes riveted to the bag suspended above her. I listened to the slurping sounds she made and the muffled gurgle of the enema entering Mark. The bag would empty slowly. I'd made sure of that. I figured that it would take about ten minutes for the full two quarts to be delivered. If she could get him off in that time, good for her -- and good for him. If not, he would have to hold the churning liquid until she was successful. Slaves react differently to enemas. I've seen some shoot when I inserted the nozzle or plug. Others get off on the pain of the cramps and shoot then. A few can't get off at all and I enjoy watching them struggle to come as the cramps get stronger. I didn't know how Mark would react. I stood back and watched.

Mark had his face buried deep between Marie's legs. He seemed to be trying to focus his attention there and away from the sensations of the enema. Marie was working hard in her attempts to arouse her husband and continued to watch the bag, which appeared to be still full. A minute passed. Then another. The bag showed signs of collapse but still held three-quarters of its contents. Marie continued her efforts but it was obvious that Mark wasn't one of those slaves who would shoot immediately. He uttered a grunt, not the one associated with a good blow job, but the kind that a cramp produces. The enema was beginning to work. Another minute passed. And another. The bag had delivered half the enema and Mark was taking it well. Marie watched the bag pensively. Mark continued to eat his wife. Suddenly, another wave crashed around Marie and she again she cried out as she came, more violently than before. It took her a full two minutes to recover and meanwhile, the enema continued to pour into Mark, working its way deeper and deeper into his body. Finally, the bag sounded a final gurgle as the last ounce drained down the tube. Marie was now working feverishly to make her husband come. Cramps began to set in, increasing in their intensity. Mark began to moan as his discomfort increased. His ass cheeks began to flex rhythmically as he struggled to retain the molten liquid. His breathing became labored and deep. I began to wonder if he would be successful in his battle. Minutes passed and the intensity increased. Mark struggled with the pain and pressure. Marie struggled to get him off. Discomfort had turned to agony for Mark. The guttural sounds he produced were those of a suffering man, fighting to maintain control and hell bent on winning the battle. Finally, with every muscle tensed and sweat dripping from his body, he cried out as he filled his wife's mouth with white, sticky sperm. I watched him experience what was surely the most earth shaking orgasms of his life. Marie swallowed his come greedily and was obviously relieved. When his orgasm finally ended, I released the straps holding him in place and gave him permission to dismount. With the plug still firmly in place, I took the bag from the hook and led him to the toilet.

He was weak and walked with some difficulty. When he was safely seated on the toilet, I told him he was free to remove the plug. I knew it would be a painful process. He reached behind him and slowly pulled on the plug. A new wave of pain registered on his face. I waited, knowing that the pressure of the enema would soon win out. Finally, a quick cry of pain escaped his lips and he pulled the plug from his tight hole. As the enema exploded out of him, I removed the nipple clamps and he again cried out in pain. I left him alone and returned to Marie, releasing her and telling her to join her husband.

Thirty minutes later, they came up the stairs and into the living room. They both looked tired but they had a satisfied glow about them that told me they had enjoyed their training. It had been what they had hoped it would be.

"May we get dressed, Sir" Mark asked.

"In a moment," I replied, wanting to admire their naked forms.

Mark's nipples were an angry red and a bit swollen. They would be sore for a day or two. Marie's were red but had not received the degree of abuse that Mark's had received. Perhaps next time, I thought. Mark's ass was still red and had several welts. Each time he sat down for the next few days he would be reminded of tonight.

I gave them permission and watched them as they dressed in silence. It was an awkward moment for them. As Mark buttoned the top of his jeans, he exchanged glances with Marie. She nodded and Mark turned to me.

"We want to thank you, Sir. If you are willing, we would like to come back again."

"You understand that next time will be more intense" I asked.

"Yes, Sir. We understand, Sir."

I smiled and told them to report the following week, same time. Both returned the smile. I watched them walk to their car and get in. I smiled as Mark, in the dim interior car light, carefully eased himself slowly into the driver's seat.

As they pulled away, I smiled to myself, thinking about how much more painful the drive would be for Mark next time.

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“Next time, I want you to put it in me.”

All day, that phrase had been pushing itself to the front of my mind. And each time, I asked myself the same question: What did she mean by that?

I had heard those words the night before at my neighbor Jenny’s house. She had said it to me after a mutual masturbation session more exciting, more intensely satisfying, than I had ever dreamed possible. After our shuddering orgasms Jenny had used her fingers, still warm and wet from her vagina, to gather my semen from where it had landed on my body. She then slid those cum covered fingers back inside herself, and as she did so she spoke the sentence that would not leave me. “Next time, I want you to put it in me” could mean a couple of things. To paraphrase a President, it all depends on what the meaning of “it” is.

I suppose I managed to get through the day without showing my inner turmoil. But I couldn’t begin to tell you what I did.

When I got home that evening, my wife was sitting at the kitchen table reading a magazine. It may sound callous, but I didn’t feel any sort of guilt about my dalliance with Jenny. The way I looked at it, my wife hadn’t lost anything; it had been years since she had shown any interest in sex, so I wasn’t depriving her of anything. And our marriage wasn’t at any risk; I had no intention of leaving my wife for Jenny or anybody else. It seemed to me that it was a win-win situation. My wife wasn’t bothered, and I had relieved some long pent-up sexual pressure.

“How was your day?” she asked as I hung up my jacket and hat.

“Oh, fine I suppose,” I answered. I didn’t go into any detail because I couldn’t. “How about yours?” I asked in return.

She answered at some length, describing a day pleasantly full of useful activity. I listened, commented when appropriate, and after dinner suggested that we take a walk. We often do that when the weather is good, and I wanted to make sure that I didn’t neglect the many parts of our marriage that were in good working order.

We left the house, and at the end of the walk my wife turned left, toward the house that Jenny rented. Just as we reached Jenny’s walk her door opened and Jenny appeared.

Jenny isn’t a stunning beauty, but she has a very pleasing body and, (as I had just learned the night before) an impish, devil-may-care grin when she is feeling good. She moved down her walk toward us, and we stopped to swap greetings. güvenilir bahis Jenny was acting perfectly normal, and I hope I was. If so it was pretty good acting on my part; it was all I could do to keep from staring hungrily at her small, shapely breasts whose nipples had so delightfully announced themselves the night before, at the perfect V where her legs met and where her fingers had gently caressed, then rubbed, and finally penetrated her beautiful pussy.

The three of us shared a few moments of neighborhood gossip, and then Jenny said she had to be going and stepped toward her car. My wife and I began to walk again. Then, from behind us, we heard Jenny say “Oh, I just remembered. I’m glad I ran into you.”

We turned back, and I was thrilled to see the same smile that I has seen the night before. “I really appreciate your helping me last night,” she said to me. Then she turned to my wife and said “You have the most helpful husband. I don’t know how I could have managed without him. Do you think you could spare him again one evening this week? We didn’t finish everything I wanted to do last night.”

What nerve! I thought admiringly. She looked perfectly natural. I could only hope that I was keeping a straight face.

My wife smiled at Jenny and answered “He is a dear, isn’t he? Of course you can have him again. Just don’t wear him out; I expect to get several more years of use out of him myself.”

Jenny turned back to me, and this time I did spot the hint of a gleam in her eyes. “I have to go out now, but how about later, say 9:00 or so?”

I managed to ignore the fact that I was in danger of displaying a rather impressive erection. I smiled back and said “Sure. Always my pleasure to assist a damsel in distress.”

My wife and I got home from our walk around 8:30, and for the next hour I tried to look as though I was reading. But I just stared at one page while thinking “It’s going to happen again. I’m really going to happen again.”

At 9:25 I could wait no longer. “I’m going over to Jenny’s now,” I called to my wife who was upstairs watching television.

“OK,” she answered. “If I’m asleep when you get back I’ll see you in the morning.”

The walk to Jenny’s house seemed to take days and seconds; that doesn’t make much sense, but that’s what it felt like. When I got to her door, I took a shaky breath and pressed the doorbell button. “It’s open, come on in,” türkçe bahis I heard Jenny call.

I opened the door and stepped into her small entry hall. There was a faint light from the back of the house. From Jenny’s bedroom. From that room, I heard Jenny say “Why don’t you lock the door and come on back here.”

When I stepped into Jenny’s bedroom I stopped cold, almost swept away by the sheer sensual impact of what I saw.

There was Jenny in her double bed. She was propped up on a couple of pillows. She was naked. Her legs were bent at the knees and spread. She was stroking and teasing the upright nipple of a perfect breast with one hand, and running one finger of the other hand slowly up and down the faintly glistening cleft in her neatly trimmed bush.

Her voice was low and throaty. “I meant to wait, but I got so excited thinking about us that I had to start without you.”

My knees were trembling so that I had to move slowly as I walked to the bed. When I reached her Jenny took my hand and, without taking her eyes from mine, slowly brought it to her mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue slipped slowly along the length of my middle finger. Then, when my finger was warm and moist from her mouth, she moved my hand down to her body and purred “This time, I want you to put it in me.”

I kept my eyes on hers as I slowly began to caress her beautiful belly. I was so intent on the feel of her that I didn’t even notice that she had moved her hand until I felt her fingers begin to stroke up and down the front of my pants. My erection was like a steel bar, and her gentle massage almost brought me to my knees with desire.

Jenny began to unbuckle my belt, and I responded by letting my hand slip down to the very top of her bush. The feel of her pubic hair against my palm was exquisite. I started a slow, circular rub. The circle was very small at first, but it gradually got larger. Jenny started my jeans down my legs, and we separated long enough for me to kick my sandals off and finish removing the pants. Jenny reached out for me again, and the soft friction of the cotton cloth of my boxers between her hand and my penis was the most exciting sensation I had ever felt. At the same moment that Jenny open my fly and took my shaft firmly in her hand I slid my hand down and found the warm, wet opening between her thighs. I slipped my middle finger deep inside her.

Jenny moaned with pleasure, and güvenilir bahis siteleri thrust herself up against my hand. She took my throbbing penis in both hands and began a slow stroke that ended just below the swollen head. I continued to finger her, now able to slip two fingers easily into her vagina, and used my other hand to tweak her nipple. I felt the soft ridges of that beautiful little sprout as I gently pinched it, not quite twisting. I shuddered with pleasure at the feel of Jenny’s warm hand as she continued to explore my penis, her fingers somtimes soft as butterfly kisses, sometimes hard and insistent.

By now Jenny had spread her legs even wider, and as I plunged my fingers buried deep inside her I rubbed her clit gently but firmly with my palm. I could feel that tiny bud firming up, and Jenny gave a shuddering sigh, the sound of a woman approaching gratification.

By now my penis was almost aching. Jenny’s hand reached the top of a stroke, and her thumb and forefinger continued up to fondle the head. She continued to grasp the head of my penis with one hand, working her palm over the tip, while with her other hand she kept up a rhythmic rubbing from base to head.

My fingers on Jenny’s nipple were working it more insistently. Not hard enough to hurt, just the beginnings of a twist. I now has three fingers buried inside her, and the rest of my hand was rubbing her clit powerfully.

And then, with a ong, shuddering groan that was almost a wail, Jenny began to cum. She arched her back, pressing her vulva against my kneading palm. The muscles in her vagina clinched on my thrusting fingers, and her wetness was suddenly a flow. And at that moment I experienced an explosion of sensation far beyond anything I had ever known before as I began to cum. For what seemed like minutes my penis thrust and jerked in Jenny’s hands as it spewed jets of warm semen over her belly, her breasts, her damp pubic hair. Again and again, Jenny’s muscles tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed, and the sticky streams of my semen slid down onto her clit.

My trembling legs threatened to give out, and I let myself collapse across Jenny’s body. We lay there for minutes, slowly regaining our composure.

At last, I raised my head and looked at her. Her complexion was rosy in the aftermath of her release, and there was an enticing sheen of sweat on her breasts. Her eyes opened and when she saw me her lips curved in a faint but completely satisfied smile.

“That was almost perfect,” she sighed.

And then, the faint smile turned into the impish grin I had seen before.

“But next time, I want you to put it all in me.”

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A Lost Daughter Ch. 09

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It was day 3 of Sienna and Amber’s meth-fueled, no-sleep rampage. I tried to keep up as best I could, but my non-amphetamine-enhanced stamina waned around 2 a.m. each night. I would occasionally wake up to pee or adjust my position and hear laughing and movement that indicated neither of them had slept a wink for several days. Kevin had kept his word and left a full sack of meth the day before, along with another pipe for Amber, a couple torches and a glass ‘straw’ that he encouraged be used for hot rails. The girls hadn’t stopped tweaking since Friday afternoon, smoking and fucking and talking and cleaning without end.

On more than one occasion I had to bow out of the sexual escapades when my anatomy simply could not keep up. They resumed in my absence by eating one another’s pussy in every conceivable position and doing a lot of kissing and snuggling, some of which I participated in. One side-effect that I had forgotten about was how tweaking had impacted the rate at which Amber had smoked cigarettes.

Amber was a heavy-smoker on a normal day, but while on meth she was a nonstop chain-smoker. This was mirrored by her impressionable daughter who had also taken to chain-smoking while she was high. It all resulted in me buying several cartons of Newport 100’s to keep up with their insane pace, the rate at which I was emptying overflowing ashtrays was simply incredible.

On more than one occasion I would notice tar stains on both Amber and Sienna’s front teeth and their fingernails on their right hands had turned a light yellow. I marveled at how voraciously they smoked, with Sienna seemingly unabated by whatever physical effects she must have been experiencing by ramping up from complete non-smoker to chain-smoker in such a short duration. If I hadn’t known better, I would have assumed that she had started smoking at birth as opposed to just a week ago.

Her style had matured, and she was no doubt being heavily influenced, unconsciously, by her mother’s mannerisms. She now popped large thick balls of smoke down her throat in dramatic fashion, opening her mouth wide like Amber did and allowing the smoke to dance just outside of her lips before being suctioned down violently. Accompanying her snap-inhales were the intense cheek-hollowing drags that Amber was known for, often commented on by others that said she looked like she was trying to smoke the entire cigarette in one drag.

As to their meth smoking tendencies, they were getting a lot of practice. Amber had picked it back up like she had it encoded into her DNA. Her consistently massive clouds and expert twirling, never burning the dope, was proof of incredible muscle memory and ability to recall. Amber had helped Sienna with her twirling and lighting for the rest of Friday and at times on Saturday but by this point Sienna was working her own pookie admirably.

Her clouds were smaller and less dense—often being expelled and dissipating quicker than the room-filling ones from Amber—but she was becoming adept at twirling and not burning the dope or the pipe. I enjoyed watching her progress over the course of the weekend, her clouds getting bigger and her motions becoming less awkward and more confident and knowing. I enjoyed watching her sit at the corner of the couch, her legs drawn up close to her chest and train her eyes on the flame while she melted puddle after puddle. She had developed a singular focus on the action, likely a trait that had helped her succeed in sports, and it was cute and sexy to see her turn that intensity towards something so taboo.

While the rest of her church congregation were attending weekly mass and spending the summer with the family, Sienna was doing everything she could to defile her young, athletic body with any substance she could get her hands on. The idea sent jolts of excitement through me as I imagined the naïve teenager that had originally showed up on my doorstep a week ago now in the throws of a multi-day meth binge at the command of Amber and I.

It was sick sense of pride to be sure, but the way it turned me on could not be ignored. It was absolutely intoxicating to be submersed in this foray into the depths of depravity. It could also not be overlooked how amazing it had been to watch Amber return to the life that I believed I’d never see again after all these years. She was in her element, back to filling her own body with pollutants as fervently as I remembered nearly two decades ago.

She was no longer the young, pristine teen that had begun the journey, intent on befouling her body as rapidly as possible. She was a 36-year old nurse who should know better and who should have outlived her adolescent impulses to engage in risky behavior and make dangerous choices in search of thrills. But here she was, taking time off work to smoke meth with her daughter. It was somehow even sexier to me this time—that Amber was in a stage of her life that should dictate her wild days being over—that turned me on even more.

It had always turned me on when women took up canlı bahis şirketleri smoking after becoming adults who should know better, because it indicated an indifference to social taboos in pursuit of pleasure. A Devil-may-care attitude that spoke directly to the part of me that had developed this fetish in the first place. What Amber was doing was an extreme version of that and it was equally erotic to me as Sienna’s own descent into that same life.

I had no idea where this journey was going to take us, but the present was amazing enough to subdue whatever anxieties I had about future consequences—at least for now. The only future I was often contemplating were the positive events that lie ahead. I longed to see Sienna continue to delve into her sexual deviances, being used and passed around like meat for me to enjoy afterwards. I looked forward to the continuation of her drug use, passing through the honeymoon period into true addiction where she was no longer simply chasing the thrill but satisfying cravings.

Eventually, I longed for the day when she would be shooting up and track marks would mark her presently unblemished skin. Imagining the physical consequences of her actions made me crazy—the wrinkles on her lips from smoking, the tar stains on the teeth and nails, the various marks and discolorations resultant from all-manner of substance abuse, the atrophying of her impressively muscular athletic frame, and the loss of cardiovascular stamina—all of those futures passed through my mind on a regular basis.

The thoughts of the physical manifestations of her lifestyle were so invasive that we had decided to manufacture some of our own. As it stood Sienna was still the same girl that had shown up on my doorstep a week or so ago. Unless you were to see it with your own eyes, imagining this precocious young woman with perfect skin, teeth, and hair—devoid of any piercings or tattoos—doing drugs or even smoking would be incomprehensible.

Even her current wardrobe was a presentation of her previously sheltered life, consisting almost entirely of ankle length skirts, long sleeve shirts and modestly fitting jeans. She had lived in Amber’s clothes since arriving and barely unpacked her own suitcase, a sign that she had both physically and mentally shed her past persona. It was time that her physical appearance mirrored the person she was becoming and Amber and I were excited to facilitate that transformation—as was Sienna.

We were heading into town in Amber’s SUV, although I was driving because the girls were too busy smoking and chatting feverishly, still geeked out of their minds. Sienna had absentmindedly started carrying her meth pipe with her to the car before I had to remind her that we were not trying to garner that kind of attention, especially if we were pulled over, to which she laughed and indicated that she had gotten used to bringing it ‘everywhere with her’ recently and forgot. I laughed at the situation and silently appreciated how attached to it she had become already but made a mental note to remain diligent in the future.

Our first stop was going to be the salon, where Sienna would be getting a haircut and a dye. I worried about her ability to remain seated for that long while tweaking, but my longing to see her transformed and Sienna’s own excitement about it pushed us to hazard an attempt none-the-less. The appointment was at 10 a.m. and we arrived at 9:47 a.m., the salon completely empty other than one other person—an older woman in her 60’s. As we walked to the front desk the stylist made her way from the older woman and greeted us.

“Welcome, are you my ten ‘o’clock?” She asked musically.

“Yep, that’s me,” Sienna chirped enthusiastically.

“Alright, you’re all checked in. Should be about ten minutes,” the stylist said with a smile.

As I walked toward the chairs intended for guests, I felt a tap on my arm and stopped to look back at Amber and Sienna.

“Dad, I want to smoke a cigarette first really quick,” She explained rapidly.

I smiled at the thought of her anxiety approaching as she imagined having to go without a cigarette for any extended amount of time, especially since she had chain-smoked two cigarettes on the drive over.

“Of course, honey,” I replied.

We walked out of the salon and into the parking lot, creating a little triangle next to our car. Amber and Sienna shook out their cork-filtered Newport 100’s and lit up, each pumping furiously on their cigarettes to ensure they were sufficiently sparked before snapping balls of smoke down their throats that were partially swept away by the wind. As both women exhaled thick streams of smoke that trailed away in the light breeze of a beautiful summer morning, Sienna caught my gaze and furrowed her brow slightly.

“So, what should I do to my hair?” She asked, only now seeming to think about the specifics.

“I don’t know, what do you want to do to your hair?” I replied.

She took a pensive drag on her cigarette, thinking to canlı kaçak iddaa herself and no doubt enjoying the newfound sense of autonomy over her appearance. She popped another ball of smoke down her throat and exhaled slowly with her thick lips pursed dramatically while she continued to muse to herself.

“I want to do something completely different. I’m completely different now and I want something that matches that. I want something wild and sexy. Maybe short? I know I want it dyed black though. What do you think?” Sienna volleyed it back in my direction.

“I think you should do exactly what you want. Short and black sounds sexy to me,” I replied honestly.

Sienna smiled and took a step forward, clearly intent on feeding me the next lungful of smoke directly from her lips.

“We can’t, not out in the open like this. You look way too young to be anything other than my daughter, I’m sorry honey,” I cautioned, trying to ignore my mouth salivating at the thought of tasting her ash-flavored kiss.

Sienna reacted by pouting, jutting her pursed lips out in an exaggerated display of disappointment. She huffed the smoke that was meant for our kiss out of her nostrils in twin jets before breaking her composure and smirking.

“You owe me,” Sienna chided.

The two women finished powering through their cigarettes, and we walked back inside in perfect time for Sienna to be welcomed to the stylist’s chair. Amber and I sat next to each other in the waiting area and watched as Sienna gestured theatrically with her hands while explaining what she wanted to the stylist—none of which we could hear from our vantage point. It would be a bit of a surprise for all of us, and I looked forward to seeing Sienna look ‘wild and sexy’ without a doubt.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Amber whispered next to me.

“She really is, I feel like we’ve known her forever and it’s only been a little over a week. She just fits with us so well,” I replied earnestly.

“I’m scared,” Amber whispered after a few moments of silence.

I turned my head to look at her, not accustomed to hearing her use the word ‘scared’ about herself in any context.

“I’m scared I won’t let her go back. I don’t want her to leave,” Amber explained, looking up at me with glassy eyes.

I thought a moment about what to say, unsure about what I could promise or hope for in that moment.

“We still have the entire summer, babe. Let’s try to focus on enjoying right now without worrying about what might happen,” I said, settling on the one truth I could truly voice.

I watched as Amber’s lip trembled ever so slightly and sensed her try to take my words to heart and steel herself. I extended my right arm and wrapped it around her, settling my hand on her shoulder and pulling her into me warmly. I kissed the top of her head and rested my chin, breathing in the scent of the apple shampoo and menthols that clung to her hair. After a few moments she pulled back and leaned in to me, kissing me softly and allowing her lips to linger on mine. When she finally pulled back into view she was smiling, the tears that had been threatening to spill down her cheeks now gone.

“You’re right, let’s focus on the now,” She resolved.

The entire process took roughly an hour and a half, as the drastic alteration to her hair was a multistep procedure that had completely transformed Sienna’s looks. Her long brown hair that had stretched past her collarbones was now in a pixie bob that didn’t make it past her jaw bone. It was styled wild and unkempt with one side tucked behind her ear and the other side hanging along her face in wavy defiance. It was jet black with streaks of purple that shone bright in the harsh overhead lighting. She looked incredible. As she walked over to us her smile was so big that I could see both the top and bottom rows of her pearly white teeth, even despite how thick her lips were. She was clearly ecstatic.

“Do you like it, honey?” Amber asked rhetorically.

“I love it!” Sienna exclaimed a little too loudly for public.

“You look amazing,” I agreed, unable to take my eyes off her.

“Really? You like it? It’s not too short?” Sienna said, eyeing me with suspicion.

“No, it looks perfect. I’m serious,” I replied, trying to convey my honesty.

“Okay, good. I was worried it was a little too wild. I’m so glad you like it because I love it!” She repeated, her speech hurried.

I started to reply but Sienna held her hand up to stop me.

“I need a cigarette, sorry, I’m about to go crazy,” Sienna said, walking over to her purse on one of the chairs.

“It’s okay hon, I’ll pay and meet you guys outside,” I replied.

After I had paid, I walked out to the parking lot to find Amber and Sienna already half-way through their cigarettes. They were fiends.

We all jumped in the car and headed to our next destination—the tattoo shop. This time I knew what I wanted.

“So, where next?” Sienna asked from the back seat, a fresh Newport bobbing canlı kaçak bahis between her lips as she spoke.

“Tattoo shop,” I said, catching her gaze in the rearview mirror and smiling.

“Ohhhhh, does it hurt?” Sienna blurted.

“It’s not bad, I promise,” Amber answered, the only one of the three of us who had any experience.

“I’m not prepared. I don’t even know what to get,” Sienna replied.

“Don’t worry, I have it figured out,” I said with a wink.

That elicited a laugh and a smile from Sienna who seemed sufficiently informed with my response, a rarity for the usually inquisitive young woman.

As we pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall I was overcome with excitement. My idea was quite perverse and was going to be made even more so by my presence while it was being administered. I needed to ensure everyone was on the same page. I turned off the car but did not open my door, which prompted the girls to hesitate while sensing I was intent on saying something.

“Okay, so as strange as it is, there can be no mention that you’re my daughter. We’re in an open relationship, you’re our little plaything, we’ve got a real weird fetish thing going on. He isn’t with the FBI, so I doubt it will come up or if he’ll even care, but just so we’re on the same page, okay?” I explained carefully.

“Sure, dad,” Sienna said with a confused smile.

“I mean, Matthew,” Sienna adjusted with a giggle.

I giggled too, which prompted Amber to let out her own snort of laughter.

“Okay, let’s do this,” I said and proceeded to open my door.

We all stepped out of the car and headed toward the tattoo shop, a ratty little space within a strip mall in the shitty part of town. The shop had no signage other than the word ‘TATTOO’ in red block letters above the door. I was hoping the less-savory nature of this location would afford us the leeway I would need to complete this transaction in the way that I was hoping.

We walked into the small little shop to be greeted by an empty room, the small post where the register and front desk were located without oversight. I saw a bell sitting suggestively on the desk with a hand-written note that seemed to have been in-use for a long time taped to it that read, “Don’t be shy!” I tapped on the top, eliciting a loud ‘ding’ to ring out in the otherwise silent room and heard shuffling from the hallway from behind the desk. A tall, skinny man with spiky blue hair, giant gauged holes in his earlobes and tattoos covering nearly every inch of exposed skin popped out from one of the rooms in the hall, sliding the cloth ‘door’ to the side so he could poke his head out.

“The Brady Bunch! I’ll be with you in a few,” He said with a smile, returning his head back into the room and sliding the cloth back to close the ‘door.’

We looked at each other with puzzled looks on our faces, Sienna covering her mouth and muffling a laugh.

“The Brady Bunch?” Amber repeated, her eyebrows raised in shock.

“He has no idea,” Sienna replied knowingly.

There were only two chairs in the waiting room, so I stood next to Amber and Sienna while they nervously fidgeted, probably both wishing they could light up. After about 15 minutes the spiky-haired man followed an overweight woman in her late 20’s out of the hallway and into the lobby. They made small-talk while she thanked him and paid and walked out. Finally, the man turned his attention to us.

“Alright! Who’s doing what? Is this a family thing? Everyone getting a matching family crest or something?” He guessed excitedly, dashing my hopes that he wouldn’t challenge our ruse of not being related to Sienna.

“Nope, these aren’t my parents, they’re my lovers. I’m their little toy,” Sienna blurted out before I could respond.

I could do nothing to hide the utter shock on my face as I felt my eyes bulge and my mouth fall open at Sienna’s clearly rehearsed line. Suave and casual she was not. The spiky-haired man had a similar look on his face, perhaps awaiting a ‘just kidding!’ as his features froze in a perpetual state of ‘what the fuck?’

“Ooooooooookayyyyyyyy, now that we got that sorted out. Who’s doing what?” The man replied finally, seeming to gain a measure of his previous jubilance back with his composure.

“She’s getting a tattoo and a piercing, nothing for us,” I answered quickly, trying to move past the incredibly awkward moment of a few seconds ago.

“Great, what are we doing?” asked the man, looking at Sienna expectantly.

Sienna looked to me, which prompted the man to look over at me as well.

“Ahhhh, I see how this works,” the man said with a gleam and a nod, “so sir, what are we doing?” He concluded in a low tone accompanied by a smirk of understanding while looking to me.

“She’s getting a nose ring on her left nostril and a tattoo below her belly-button,” I said matter-of-factly.

I was keenly aware of Sienna looking at me, as interested in what I was saying as the man who worked there.

“Can I get one more thing?” Sienna asked softly.

“Sure, what do you want?” I asked, more than a little bit surprised.

“I want a ring piercing on my ear right here,” she said and touched the top of her left ear where her hair tucked in.

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I startled awake as I heard him enter the bedroom. I turned my head slightly over to see his siluette by the door. He walked into the bathroom, and closed the door behind him.

I just lay there listening for him. The sound of water rushing faintly comming through the door, he was in the shower. I sagged in my restraints again. My arms felt sore, being stuck in this position for so long really hurt. I tried to move myself slightly upwards, to loosen the pull of the restrainst. It helped a little. I relaxed against the bed again, and resumed my previous task of listening for him.

The sound of water died away, all too soon replaced by the light creek of the bathroom door opening. I turned my head in his direction. He walked towards the bed in a slow unhurried pace. Shaddows played across his muscled torso as he moved closer. Every inch of him honed into a perfect weapon. He was clad in nothing more than a pair of briefs, which color I could not discern in the darkness. I swallowed, trying to ease the ache in my parched throat as heat crept up my cheeks.

He opened the covers, and slid into bed, not stopping untill I could feel the heat of his body against mine.

"Your awake" He stared down into my eyes with an unreadable expression across his handsome face.

I just nodded, the dryness in my throat stopping me from forming words.

He bent over me. My entrie body tensed at his close proximity, so I squeesed my eyes shut. I felt his warm hands on mine as he started to losen the restrainst from around my wrists.

He gently pulled my hands down to his lips and kissed them. The pain of having to move my arms brought tears to my eyes. It hurt so damned much.

"Im sorry love" His breath against my hands, as he planted another kiss.

"I..." The words could not leave my parched mouth.

He let go of my hands, and crawled out of bed again, leaving me all alone in the dark room as he dissapeared into the hallway.

I sat up. It was a huge relief to be able to sit again. Being chained into that vulnerable position for so long had felt horrible. I was thankfull that sleep had eventually claimed me, giving me a short reprieve from the awfull sensation.

He entered the room again, and I noticed the glass of water in his hand as he slid back into bed with me.

"Here love" He silky voice soothed as he put the cold glass into my hand.

I lifted the hand towards my dry lips, and stopped half way, the pain from lifting my aching arm so high was excrutiating. I squeesed my tearfilled eyes shut, and tried to force my arm higher. His warm hand on top of mine stopped me again. He relieved my hand of the glass, and gently put the glass against my bottom lip. I opened my mouth slightly, and he tilted the glass. Liquid entered my mouth, and I swallowed, it felt like heaven as the cold water slid down my sore throat easing the pain.

"Careful" He whispered against my cheek as I coughed, because of water getting in my wind pipe.

I emptied the glass, and he left my side for a second as he sat the glass down on the bedside table. He propped himself with his back up against the headbords, and pulled me into his arms. I just sat there, my tense body resting against him. I could feel the heat from his hard torso burn into my backside as he wrapped his arms around me. I whimpered at the contact, his closeness unnerving. His breath tickled my ear, and I felt a slight pressure on my shoulder as the rested his chin on it. His warm hands found my freezing arms, and he started to gently massage them. Another whimper crossed my lips.

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