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Red was once a proud knight dedicated to protecting the town of Lavup, every fibre of his being devoted to slaying those afflicted by the lavender forests corruption. Citizens of the small settlement took comfort in knowing that they were shielded by his blade, as when he was around no monster could penetrate the walls.

Now however, Red thought only of a single thing. All of his thoughts were of a single girl: the princess of nature and the last Dryad left living. Images of her divine body seeped into every part of his mind, light bouncing off her porcelain skin as vines slithered across it. He could see her foot in his thoughts, hanging before him with green-painted nails like bait. Then her laugh, sultry and confident, would take over his hearing completely, controlling his next actions like a puppet on strings.

There he knelt, the dryad’s toes on the end of his tongue as she sat on his own bed, legs crossed at the thighs. A satisfied moan left her lips, satisfied with the obedience her new pet was showing. Red was her first pet in centuries, but she didn’t want to stop at just one.

“You know what I want now, don’t you?” Alura asked, toes wiggling in his mouth.

Red nodded, his tongue desperately lapping at her painted nails. The taste of nail polish was overpowering, a constant reminder of how easily she had dominated him. Truly, it was pathetic on his part. All she had to was sit there and hold out her foot as he fell into line like a good little puppy.

“And you’ll help me get what I want,” Alura pulled tight on the vine leash, pushing her foot further into his mouth, “Won’t you?”

The knight nodded once more, utterly entranced by the feeling of her foot filling his mouth. He wasn’t worthy of this. Nobody could ever be worthy of this. Satisfied, Alura giggled as her foot slid free from between his lips, skin shining with moisture.

“I’ll get you whatever you want.” Red proclaimed as he caught his breath. As far as he was concerned, Alura was a queen who deserved anything she desired. “Lavup will be all yours.”

“Is that so?” she asked, rising from her seated position with the grace of an angel. His eyes followed her movements, tracing her flawless curves. “Then I suppose you know where to start?”

Already bored with playing with her new pet, Alura rose her arm in front of her. With half-lidded eyes, she yawned as a smooth green vine rose from the ground and wrapped around her hip before slithering its way to her arm. There, it slowly slid towards her hand in a spiral, its cold touch sending shivers through her body. It wrapped tight, securing itself to her like a piece of clothing she could control at will. With the tilt of her head, she rose her hand to examine her new accessory, allowing the vine to grow upwards from her palm like a flower.

This was the control she lived for. She longed for the day that everyone she met would simply obey her without question, doing her bidding without her even lifting a finger.

“The Guild’s Hall controls everything around here. If you start there the town is already as good as yours.” Red explained.

“Perfect.” Alura was already wrapping his vine leash around her hand like a glove, pulling tight enough that it sent him to the ground. Seeing someone who once held enough power to defend a town down on all fours for her aroused her like nothing ever had before. Her hand gently caressed her exposed thigh as she placed a foot on his back, eager to bring the rest of Lavup’s citizens under her heel too. “You don’t protect this town anymore do you?”

Red looked down at the floor as her felt the foot he was previously sucking pushing against his back, “No. I don’t.”

“Then, who do you protect?” She began putting more pressure down on her foot, desperate and lustful for his answer. “Who do you serve?”

“You. I live to serve you.”

Alura Ankara escort had to bite her lip to suppress a moan. Those words were an admittance of defeat from him, an official proclamation that the once great protector of Lavup was now nothing more than a servant to the last Dryad. It had been such a long time since she’d heard those words from another person; it felt even better than she remembered.

Satisfied, she removed her bare foot from his back, releasing some of the tension on his vine leash, “Then crawl, dog. Let the town see what their protector has become.”

Obedient and unquestioning, Red began to crawl. He could feel the cold vine sliding across his neck with every movement, knowing that Alura was on the end of it. She followed behind him, hips swaying as they exited his home and emerged onto the streets. Her gaze, previously locked on her first display of dominance in centuries, now eagerly jumped from citizen to citizen as she surveyed their reactions.

“Is that… Red?” one girl remarked as they watched on with shock, “That girl has him on a leash!”

Alura chuckled softly, instinctively tightening her grip on the leash. She felt the girls gaze move from Red to her, examining every feature of the knight’s new mistress. From the look on her face, it almost seemed like she wanted to swap places with him. They continued forward through the town, Alura basking in the confused yet sexually curious glances of the townsfolk.

“I can’t really blame the guy. I mean, look at her!” Alura overheard a conversation between two larger men who were talking amongst themselves, clearly about her and Red. Even before she was in earshot, she had seen their longful stares tracing her curves, stopping at the leash as it wrapped around her hand. Their reactions made her pause, stoking the flames of her desire even higher.

With the tug of the leash, she made her way over to the two men. She stretched languidly as she approached, reaching her free arm above her head as a vine slowly snaked around it, stopping at her wrist. “Wanna join him?”

Hearing her question, the mens expressions turned from lustful to confused. “Huh? You have the knight captain under your thumb but you’re giving us attention?”

“I am,” Alura answered with confidence, letting a vine begin to creep its way up their legs as a sign of her growing control, “And if you get down on the ground like him, you’ll keep getting it.”

One of the men gulped as they looked down at Red, the leash pulling his head down towards the ground. “You’re… serious?” Clearly the idea of such a beautiful girl giving them attention was a foreign concept.

Alura giggled, giving them a nod.

“That’s right. You can consider yourselves my pets.” The men shivered as the cold vine continued making its way up their legs, inevitably finding its way to their crotch. The vines tip gently prodded at their penises through their clothing, sending tingles of arousal through their entire bodies. “Does that feel good, my pets? Bark if it does.”

On command, both men barked out loud. Alura bit on her lip, smirking devilishly as she pulled on Red’s leash. This felt even better than she remembered. Perhaps it was because this was her first time doing such things to men. Since the Dryads were all females, she hadn’t gotten to experience this before. She got off on the power it gave her. Having an empire of beautiful Dryads at her feet was one thing, but seeing strong and powerful guys like Red melting before her was a different thing all together.

She exhaled softly, the smirk never leaving her face. A green finger nail pointed down at the floor. The men understood what it meant. They lowered themselves down to the cold hard slabs of the street, thankful that nobody else was around to witness this. Soon, they were on their hands and knees, staring down at Escort Ankara her bare feet and its green-painted toes.

Alura waited a moment before speaking. She wanted their positions to properly sink in before what came next. Curling her toes slowly, she spoke her next command: “Kiss.”

They hesitantly moved their heads closer to her foot. She wiggled her toes expectantly until finally she felt their lips against her skin. A finger rose to her own lips as she watched them, not wanting the sight to end. “Good,” she praised as the vines around her calfs grew outwards from her ankles, wrapping around the necks of her new servants, “Now don’t stop.”

They were held in place by her vines, bound to her foot until she was satisfied. With no other option, they stopped kissing and began licking. Alura let out a moan as she felt their tongues on her skin, sliding along her feet in unison. “Here.” she said, tugging on Red’s leash as her feet were actively worshipped. He crawled behind her, tensing his back as he offered his body to her as a seat. She elegantly fell back onto her waiting throne as she held out her feet, her slaves bound to them. “God I’ve missed this.”

Adding to the sensations she was already experiencing, she allowed a vine to rise upwards and around her hips. It gently slid along her exposed skin, lightly tickling her midriff as it stopped at her her belly button. She shivered, delighting in how it felt against her body.

“Bark if this turns you on.” Alura gazed down at them as they momentarily paused their worship of her feet. She already knew what they were about to do. Just as expected, they both let out a loud bark. It was loud enough that anyone nearby was sure to hear. “Oh yeah, I know it does. Like you said,” she paused, gliding a hand along her perfect thigh as it shone like porcelain in the sunlight, “Just look at me. No one can blame you.”

Alura licked her luscious green lips as she bound their hands in vines. Now they knelt, hands ties behind them with their heads forced to her feet. It wasn’t long before her toes were in their mouths, her feet tilting slightly so they could slip right between their lips. Giggling filled the air as she felt a tongue between her toes on each foot, her arousal driven on by the plants sliding sensually against her body. How long had she gone without this?

“Alura… Mistress Alura…”

A voice spoke from beneath her. The object she had chosen to be her piece of furniture was daring to interrupt her pleasure? Annoyed, Alura looked down to see Red still bound by his leash. She smirked, pulling tight to teach him a lesson. Her ass fidgeted and shifted on top of him, adding additional strain to his back. Then, she saw why he had spoken up.

“Hmm… I’m drawing an audience.” People were surrounding her, eyes glued to the scene that was unfolding before them. More specifically, they were looking at Red with fearful eyes. Their protector had fallen to his hands and knees before a girl who had only just arrived at the town. They feared her, an attribute that made it even easier to bend them to her will. Alura grinned mischievously, the townsfolk gathering round. “Perhaps I won’t need to go to the Guild’s Hall after all.”

“Red? Why are you letting her sit on you like that? Kick her off, you’re the strongest knight in town!” The townsfolk began to protest, encouraging his resistance. Unfortunately, nothing could resist Alura.

“No. Not anymore. I wasn’t strong enough to face her. She brought me to my knees without lifting a finger.” Red spoke, singing Alura’s praises. She smiled, patting his head as she ground her leaf-clad ass against him. It made him feel weak; she was orchestrating every word that left his mouth. “She’ll do it to you too. She’s too powerful. Don’t resist, just kneel.”

Alura licked her lips, bobbing her feet up and Escort Bayan down as the crowds gaze moved down to them. They were still being sucked on diligently, leaving the image of her toes to their imagination. “Good boy.” she purred, stroking Red’s hair. With that, she stared at the crowd with half-lidded eyes, “What are you waiting for?”

Scared and aroused by the girl who now commanded them, they all fell to their knees. She erupted into laughter, pulling her feet free from the mouths of her slaves and revealing them for the people to see. Her foot was held high, her calf tangled in strands of ivy that wrapped around them. The way her toes curled in the air accentuated the arch of her foot. Their eyes were glued to it, not to Alura’s surprise. She could tell from how quickly they had fallen to the ground that they were all but hers now.

“Don’t worry. I’m your protector now.” Alura proclaimed with lustful malice as she rose vines and flowers from the ground surrounding her, foot still held in the air like a beacon brainwashing all who saw it. Long tendrils of ivy climbed the waiting bodies of the townsfolk who tried little to resist, completely at the mercy of Red’s captor. Vines wrapped around their arms, binding them as they continued to grow upwards to their necks. “Call me your princess.” The vines ended their growth by wrapping tightly around their necks, forming a collar of natural domination.

“Princess…” they murmured, defeated and collared.

“Good…” Alura sighed with satisfaction. She found her hand giving in to temptation, releasing Red’s leash as it fell to the ground. He wasn’t going anywhere, not with her divine body on top of him. “Say it again.” Her long, green nails grazed her midriff as she lowered her hands towards her waist, her fingertips touching the leaves that covered her most sensitive area.

“Princess.” they repeated, more adamantly this time.

Alura almost moaned as she heard the words leave over a dozen mouths. It was time; she’d been waiting so long. She put both feet on the ground and parted her legs slightly, her thighs radiant in the sunlight. Gently, she rubbed a finger along her leaf panties, stimulating her core. She was so, so wet.

“I’ve been waiting for centuries…” Her fingers brushed along the delicate leaves, the only barrier between her and the pleasure she longed for nothing more than paper. She placed a hand behind her for support, her long nails digging into Red’s back as her eyes closed. “This town is mine now.”

In a quick instant, her hand slid beneath her leaf panties. Just a single brush of her fingers against her moist opening sent shivers up and down her spine. She bit her lip seductively, slowly teasing her own pussy with gradual back and forth movements. Her back arched and her toes curled, her feet naturally shifting towards some of the kneeling townsfolk. Their eyes followed, waiting for the moment they could lower down and shower her toes with the worship they deserve.

“Ahhh…” Alura sighed with delight as warm moisture enveloped her toes, the familiar feeling of a tongue between them. In that moment, she slid a finger between her wet folds, causing her sighs to become moans. “Ahhh~”

It felt like her body was burning with electricity. She opened her eyes, looking across the townsfolk who now knelt in obedience. Every single one of them was bound and collared; her slaves to use as she saw fit. Everything felt so good; the vines slithering along her bare skin and her finger performing slow movements deep between her soft thighs. It already felt like she was about to cum, a century of pent up tension releasing at once.

“Fuck, yes!” She screamed, her Dryad powers resonating with her sexual pleasure. Flowers and vines erupted from the ground all over the village, overtaking buildings and landscapes. Her legs spread wide, back arching forward as the village was transformed in her name. Fingers moist with her own fluids, Alura came whilst her surroundings became exactly what she envisioned: a forest where slaves grew on trees.

From this day forward, Lavup worshipped the last dryad.

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Ein Monat war vergangen seit ich mit meinem Bruder beim Übernachten bei unserer Tante einen geblasen und sein Sperma geschluckt hatte.

Ein Monat… ein Monat in dem wir umeinander schlichen. Ich sah meinen kleinen Bruder mit anderen Augen und ich wusste, dass es ihm genauso mit mir ging. Wenn ich in meinem Bademantel ins Bad zum Duschen ging oder nur mit Höschen und Shirt im Haus unterwegs war konnte ich seine Blicke förmlich spüren. Ich ertappte mich dabei wie ich meinen Hintern extra sinnlich bewegte, wie ich mich über den Küchentresen beugte um etwas zu greifen und dabei meine Brüste präsentierte. Doch auch er verhielt sich anders, wenn er zum Beispiel sich an mir vorbei drückte drehte er mir nun den Schritt zu und presste seine Beule gegen mich. Da Türen bei uns im Haus generell nicht geschlossen wurden änderte sich hier nicht viel, nur das wir, wenn der Andere duschte, nun doch einen Augenblick länger ins Bad schauten.

Eines Abends war ich auf dem Weg aus dem Bad in mein Zimmer gegen meinen Bruder gerannt, der nur in Boxershorts ins Bad wollte. Ich trug nur ein Badetuch um meinen Körper gewickelt und als wir uns ansahen bemerkte ich wie er seine Hand über meine Hüfte nach Oben gleiten ließ um dann meine Brust zu berühren. „Nicht…”, zischte ich leise und blickte zur Treppe, fürchtend, dass unsere Eltern hinauf kommen würden. Schnell trat ich an ihm vorbei und verschwand in meinem Zimmer. Da unser Vater keine geschlossen Türen in seinem Haus mochte, ließ ich sie einen breiten Spalt offen. Dadurch konnte ich die Dusche im Bad hören. Unwillkürlich musste ich an meinen Bruder denken, wie er nackt in der Dusche stand und an seinen Schwanz… sein Schwanz, der so lecker geschmeckt hatte, sein Schwanz… so herrlich in meinem Mund…

Ich wurde geiler ataşehir escort und legte mich im Halbdunkel meines Zimmers auf mein Bett. Meine Hand schob sich zwischen meine Beine und ich begann meine frisch rasierte Spalte zu streicheln. „Nur ein bisschen…”, dachte ich, „Ist doch nichts dabei…”. Ich schloss meine Augen und umkreiste meine Perle mit einem Finger während meine andere Hand meine Brust fasste und sacht massierte. Wieder dachte ich an meinen Bruder und seinen Schwanz und zwei Finger tauchten in meine nasse Spalte. Es fühlte sich so gut an als ich meine Finger bog und genau meine spezielle Stelle traf. Meine Finger rieben fester dagegen, schneller und meine andere Hand an meinen Brüsten massierte fester. Ich rollte meinen harten Nippel zwischen zwei Fingern und keuchte leise, bemüht nicht zu laut zu werden.

Ich stöhnte etwas lauter auf, fasste meine Brust fester und bekam fast einen Herzinfarkt als ich die Augen aufschlug… mein Bruder stand im Zimmer und beobachtete mich. „Was…?”, frug ich und verstummte als ich seine Hand in seiner Unterhose sah. Wie von selbst spreizten sich meine Beine und ich sah ihm direkt in die Augen während meine Hand sich wieder bewegte. Langsam schob ich meine Finger in meinen nassen Tunnel und biss mir auf die Unterlippe. Meines Bruders Hand bewegte sich mehr in seiner Boxer und er kam näher bis er direkt vor meinem Bett stand. „Du bist so sexy Sis…”, flüsterte er und setzte sich auf die Bettkante. Eine Hand noch immer in seiner Boxer rutschte die Andere vor und streichelte mein Bein und weiter zu meinem Fuß. Seine Berührung war elektrisierend, meine Spalte zucke um meine Finger und ich konnte nur leise stöhnend beobachten wie er meinen Fuß anhob und ihn sacht küsste. Wieder stöhnte ich auf escort ataşehir und zog meine Finger aus mir um meine Perle zu umkreisen. Mein Bruder küsste meinen Fuß, presste seine Nase gegen meine Zehen und leckte dann stöhnend meine Sohle entlang bevor er an meinen Zehen nuckelte. Seine andere Hand hatte dabei seine Boxer etwas herunter gezogen und sein Harter lag nun frei. Ich hob meinen anderen Fuß und rieb meine Zehen sanft gegen seinen Ständer, der sofort zuckte.

Ich konnte die Lusttropfen meines Bruders an meinen Zehen spüren und entzog ihm den Anderen Fuß um nun beide an seinen prallen Schwanz zu legen. Ich wichste so seinen Harten und streichelte weiter meine nasse Spalte. Ich wurde immer geiler und stöhnte keuchend, immer bedacht leise zu sein. „Spritz ab…”, flüsterte ich, „Bevor uns noch jemand erwischt.” Er rutschte vor und nahm meine Füße von seinem Schwanz und hob sie an um sie zu lecken und küssen. Dabei schob er sein Becken vor und seine pralle Eichel rieb direkt über meine Lustperle. Ich zuckte zusammen und stöhne auf. Es war fast schon zu laut und schnell legte ich meine Hände über meinen Mund. Mein Bruder grinste nur und bewegte sein Becken vor und zurück, rieb so seinen prallen Lümmel an meiner Perle während er meine Zehen küsste. Es war so geil und aufregend, dass ich wieder laut keuchte und mir mein Kissen heranzog um darauf zu beißen.

Mit einer Hand hielt ich das Kissen und mit der Anderen presste ich den Harten meines Bruders fester gegen meine Lustperle. Er rieb ihn weiter vor und zurück und ich wimmerte in das Kissen während er weiter meine Füße küsste und leckte. Sein Schwanz zuckte immer wieder wunderbar geil und mehr und mehr Vorsamen rann auf meinen Venushügel. Auch mein Bruder wurde immer geiler und zog sein Becken ataşehir escort bayan zurück und schob es wieder so vor, dass seine Eichel gegen mein feuchtes Loch drückte. „Nicht…”, versuchte ich ihn zu stoppen und drückte meine Hände gegen seinen Bauch. Er stöhnte nur und drückte sich wieder vor, seine Eichel drang zwischen meine Schamlippen und ich war es nun die aufstöhnte. Mit einer Hand fasste ich nach Unten und wichste den harten Schwanz. „Nicht… wir können nicht…”, murmelte ich und mein Bruder keuchte etwas enttäuscht doch zog seinen Schwanz zurück. Ich spürte ihn in meiner Hand pulsieren und ich presse ihn wieder gegen meine Perle. „Beweg dich… bitte…”, flüsterte ich stöhnend und mein Bruder bewegte sein Becken vor und zurück, rieb seinen Harten so geil gegen meine Spalte. Ich stöhnte leise wimmernd und mein ganzer Körper kribbelte als sich mein Orgasmus ankündigte. „Sis… ich…. kann nicht…”, keuchte mein Bruder und richtete sich auf. Er wichste seinen Schwanz hart und wild und ich rieb meine Perle, gierig auf seinen Harten starrend. „Ja… spritz! Spritz mich voll!”, bettelte ich fast. Er rutschte etwas vor, kniete nun über meinen Bauch und zielte mit seinem Schaft direkt auf mich. Ich rieb meine Spalte immer heftiger und knetete mit der anderen Hand meine Brust. Ich sah wie sich mein Bruder anspannte und keuchend sein Stöhnen unterdrücken zu versuchte. Auch ich versuchte so still wie möglich zu sein, doch als ich das warme Sperma meines Bruders auf meinem Gesicht und meiner Brust spürte konnte ich nicht anders. Ich keuchte laut stöhnend auf und kam heftigst, mein ganzer Unterleib krampfte pumpend zusammen während mein Gesicht wieder und wieder von frischem Sperma getroffen wurde.

Das nächste an das ich mich erinnere war die Hand meines Bruders auf meinem Mund um mein Stöhnen zu dämpfen und meines Vaters Stimmer die von Unten rief: „Alles in Ordnung Princess?”. Ich schaute meinen Bruder nur leicht panisch an und zog seine Hand von meinem Mund. „Ja…”, keuchte ich noch etwas, „Ich… ich habe mir nur den Zeh gestoßen…”

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***This is all fiction and the characters are around 30 years old***

After a long day of work my co-worker and I stripped off in our shared house when he started to rub my bare shoulders and chest making my nipples hard raising my dick.

“Have you ever been with a man?”

I turned around and saw Jake looking up at me I felt his finger rubbing my nipple and caressing my pectorals.

“Do you want to be my first?”

Jake laughed and little and held my lips in his kissing me hard and long. As he kissed me I tried to make up my mind if I liked kissing a man or not, I had kissed women before but kissing a man felt so wrong but in all the right ways! Kissing a man was rougher than kissing a woman and I think that turned me on. When he finally let me breath I pulled him into my room and pushed him on my bed lightly leaning on him. Jake pushed his hand on my chest moaning as I stroked his hard cock. Jake laid on his back his hands gripped the sheets as I slowly ran my mouth over his cock. His dick started to grow when I started to bob my head faster rolling his nuts around in my hands. Suddenly he grabbed the back of my head and shoved my mouth down his cock, I felt the head slide to the back of my mouth gagging me! As soon as I choked he let me pull my head up. He kissed me again this time I felt his tongue wind into my mouth finding mine. I felt the tip of his smooth tongue swipe around my mouth licking the inside of my cheeks, flicking my tongue with every pass.

“How about you lay down here?”

Jake lightly pushed me down on my back where he was. I felt his mouth go over my cock making a tingle run through my body. I about went nuts when he started to take my balls in his mouth licking every inch of them. Taking them in his mouth then letting them roll out.

“Oh god yes!”

As he licked my balls I felt his hand stroke my shaft. His hand was pumping me hard his fingernails ran over my dick tingling every part of my body. He stopped and I pulled him up whispering in his ear,

“I want to fuck you now”

Jake laid his body over the bed his ass hanging off his hands pulled his ass-cheeks letting me get a good look of his asshole.

“You have such a cute ass”

He looked back at me his smile was huge his hand went to mine and guided it to his hip. I felt a smooth scar on his hip and bent down kissing it lightly running my tongue against it before he could say anything I kissed his back pushing my cock against his ass he held onto my wrist and shuddered gritting his teeth as I bursa escort kissed his ass playfully. I ran my tongue over his back and neck right on the hot spots making him tense and relax as I passed over his back over and over.

“Stop teasing me”

I laughed a little then slowly slid my cock into his ass. As I slid in his ass I felt him pushing on my dick trying to push me out. He loosened up his tight ass and apologized just loud enough for me to hear him,

“Oh…Shit! Fuck god you’re huge!”

He moaned louder as I started to

move my hips faster my cock sliding in and out of his tight little asshole. I slammed my hips against his ass making him claw at the sheets sending shivers up my spine! It seemed without warning, but I’m sure I moaned, I shot my cum up his ass. His moaning stopped and he shuddered his ass twitched as we stood panting for a while,

“Do you want to be fucked now?”

I nodded and pulled out of his ass. I kept my hand on his hip as I laid on my back my legs spread. I ran my finger over the scar over and over until I memorized each of its grooves,

“What’d you do to your hip?”

He put his hand on mine his fingers holding mine between his,

“Not something for you to know”

Jake being mysterious turned me on! And he must have sensed it; I felt my back leave the sheets when Jake kissed my neck lightly nibbling the area under my ear making me let out my breath holding his head, he touched the tip of his cock to my ass then he pushed his cock down in my ass!

“SHIT!”

There was a twist of pain and shock then I felt his cock all the way in my ass! Jake moaned as he slid into me. I felt a moan escape my lips as he started to pump his hips faster ramming my ass with all 10 inches of his thick cock! I heard him yell my name as he continued to ram his cock in me, I heard him yell something then he stopped ramming me. Then, I felt an explosion of hot cum deep in me. He lightly fell on my chest both of us breathing hard. He rested his head in the nape of my neck, my ass twitched squeezing his dick still stuck in my ass! With each breath he took my ass tightened and his dick moved slightly.

“No one will ever know about this right Sam?”

I nodded pushing my nose in his hair my fingernails buried in his back his sweet smell went in my nose as I whispered,

“I promise it’s out little secret!”

He held my head in his hands bringing my lips to his this time his kiss wasn’t rough it was light and sweet

“I’ll see you a little bursa eskort bayan later Sam”

***

Almost a week after our little swing Jake ran up to me

“Hey Sam we have to talk!”

“What’s up?”

Jake pulled me into a separate room where he glared up at me,

“You didn’t tell your parents!?”

“NO! Did you tell yours?”

“NO! Why didn’t you tell yours?!”

“We were on our way to the restaurant I didn’t want them freaked out!”

“I wasn’t going to tell my parents because they would have been freaked too!”

We were standing so close that when I hissed to him his dirty blonde hair moved when I spoke,

“Who says our parents need to know!?”

Just then Jake stood on his toes and kissed me hard! Our teeth hit and his chapped lips scraped my smooth. When he pulled away I stared bewildered at him

“What was that for!?”

“So we can say this is over that our thing is done!”

“We never had a thing!”

I planted a kiss hard on his lips forcing my hand in his hair. At first he was like a plank then I felt his mouth open and kiss me back. Suddenly he stripped my shirt off me. He kissed my chest lightly running his hand down my chest from collar bone to pelvis making me shiver in his hands.

“Once more then we never have to do this again!”

I pulled his shirt off to show his amazingly shaped chest!

“Agreed!”

We sat in my room kissing naked mumbling hate words as we sucked each other’s cocks. Jake pushed himself on top of me kissing my neck. I felt his tongue run over my neck as he ran down my neck. I kissed his ear then ran my hand down his back grabbing his ass . He grabbed his cock rubbing it around my ass teasing me then he shoved his entire 10 inches inside me forcing a scream out of my mouth. I dug my nails in his back as he slid his cock to the head then roughly shoved it deep back in my ass forcing another scream and a moan out. He started to pump his hips faster shoving all he had into me! I felt his warm breath on my neck as he laid on me his hips sill thrusting hard into my ass. As he pumped my ass I moaned and screamed in a mix of pain a pleasure biting his ear as he moved. Then, Jake moved his hips in a circle motion his hand rubbing my cock,

“O shit I’m cumming!”

He thrust his hips a few more times then I felt pressure deep in my balls then I shot my cum covering Jake’s hand.

He screamed loud and shot his load in my ass making me moan loud! As we laid on the bed he sucked his fingers clean of my cum. I was turned on as he licked his fingers making moaning sounds as he ran his mouth over his fingers. I kissed his neck, my fingernails dragging along his back running down until I could shove a finger in his warm ass, I slipped another finger in his ass, his ass was looser but still resisting my fingers sliding in him, slowly starting to push them in and out making him close his eyes and moan,

“Keep going that feels so fucking good!”

As he moaned louder I shoved a third finger deep inside him! He screamed out in pleasure his eyes were shut tight as his mouth opened to let out a really loud moan. He buried his face in my chest while I started to slam my fingers deep in his ass, his breath sending tingles through my nipples, as I started to finger fuck him until he begged,

“Please stick your cock in me!”

I kissed his chest lightly my teeth biting his nipple lightly then rubbing his balls in my hands enjoying watching him become horny and not being able to please himself. Jake laid at the edge of the bed holding his legs up so I could enter him hard! He whispered to me his eyes full of begging tears. He whined to me his mouth barely moving,

“Please go slow! You have such a big dick!”

I pinched his nipple forcing him to convulse and moan. With one swift thrust I shoved my 11 inch cock inside his ass! He moaned and screamed my name as I pumped my hips faster with each thrust my balls hit his ass turning me on. I started to pant as he started to rub his cock furiously,

“Don’t cum until I tell you!”

He moaned and stopped touching himself throwing his hand back onto the bed, I took the opportunity to take his cock in my hand and stroke him faster, his eyes closed again as he bit his lip. I licked his lips and continued to ram him in his tight ass.

“Please can I cum?”

He begged me screaming as I started to push in him harder inside him until he couldn’t take it! I saw his mouth open as he let out a scream mixed with a whine. I said through clenched teeth as I slammed him,

“Beg me!”

He yelled his cock becoming even harder in my hand as I pumped him, I felt his dick throb in my hand his balls hitting my wrist.

“Please! Please I beg you let me cum!”

I felt my own load starting to come as I shouted over his moans and the sound of my hips hitting his ass,

“Go on cum! Cum all over my damn hand!”

He threw his head back and moaned as I shot my cum in his tight ass. He tightened his hole around my cock forcing a little more cum out of me. I laid down next to Jake tasting his sweet cum all over my hand. I kissed him passionately flicking my tongue on his then I murmured to him

“We have to tell our parents this time!”

~to be continued~

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I met him on the internet and found out he lived quite close to me. Our arrangement was settled long before our first meeting; him naked and hard, me between his legs, with a raging hard-on of my own, ready to welcome him into my wet mouth. He made it clear after our first session that he was interested in regularly getting together, that he didn’t want this to be just a once in a while kind of thing. I agreed, trying not to show too much of my elation at his words. I started thinking of him as my cock friend right away and was very happy.

Over time he would come up with creative ways for us to enjoy our sessions. From road head to sucking him off in a supermarket bathroom to blowjobs at the beach (with people near but not too near!). He knew that I enjoyed getting him off outdoors (in a nature setting not ‘in public’) most of all, so that was his inventive focus the majority of the time.

One afternoon we were to hang out by his pool. He had me strip inside his house so I walked out to the pool area nude and nestled myself between his legs. My mouth went to work right away. Slurping and moaning softly around his beautiful cock, I was surely right where I belonged. After he’d finished emptying his cum filled beauties down my grateful throat, we discussed our next outing.

A walk in the woods near his house. I loved the plan right away. He asked me to be sure to clothe myself as little as possible but to make sure to wear my favorite underwear. My favorite underwear is a pair of purple lace panties with a tiny pink bow right about where my pre cum pools when I am turned on. He hadn’t seen bursa eskortlar me in panties of any kind as of yet, but I

was pretty sure he wouldn’t care one way or the other.

One of my favorite aspects of being a cocksucker is my ability to get so into a blowjob that I can make myself cum without physical manipulation. I lose myself in the lewdness of it all and can send myself over the edge. It has gotten easier to do over time but it always helps to not have masturbated for a few days prior.

He had to be out of town for a few days for work. He told me he would text me when he got back and we would take our sexual walk in the woods. Fortunately for me I do have other hobbies besides getting men off with my mouth, so I busied myself with other things while he was away. Even so, all the time he was gone my anticipation grew for our walk…

I was napping when the text came. When I looked at my phone to see who it was my cock grew instantly hard. He asked me to meet him at his house and we would walk to a wooded area near his subdivision. It was a nice day, not too hot and a nice breeze was blowing. We walked down a road that lead to a baseball field on the left and a patch of trees on the right. He lead me to the edge of the trees and we stepped under the tree cover.

He turned to me and smiled. Arching his eyebrow at me said everything. I removed my shirt and sandals. As I took off my shorts, I made sure to look at him as my cock covered panties came into view. His smile got broader, as if to say ‘of course your favorite underwear is a pair of panties’ bursa bayan escort I smiled back and he just jerked his head to say ‘c’mon’.

Leaving my few clothes behind me we walked further into the trees until we came to what looked like the oldest tree in the little area. He stopped and turned to me. Putting his hands in my shoulders he pushed me to my knees. My hands went to his crotch and felt his growing excitement. Pulling his zipper down and reaching into his shorts, I realized he was wearing his favorite underwear also, none at all. My cock surged as my hand touched him. I’d been with his manhood many times and each was amazing. I lowered his shorts to fully reveal his hard sex.

I took a moment just to look at him. A little over five inches of pre cum tipped sexual fulfillment. He was cut allowing his sexy bulbous head to be seen at all times. My mouth was watering as my tongue darted out to lick the pearl at the tip. The taste sent another surge to my cock, now sticking lewdly out of my panties. My mouth, ready to pleasure him yet again, was watering. I put the tip of him to my lips and kissed. As he entered me, my eyes rolled back in my head. The sheer pleasure of it washed over me. I hoped it was alright to make a little noise out here as I heard myself moaning and making quiet whimpering noises around his hardness.

I settled into a slow rhythm. Taking him all the way to the opening at the back of my throat, my nose touching his pubes and back to the tip again. Birds chirped above us as another breeze blew through the trees. Sucking him just felt so right. I would do this for him anytime he wanted and he knew it. How did I get so lucky? I craved sucking cock for many years before actually doing anything about it. So much wasted time!

Pulling my mouth all the way to the tip of his cock I kissed the head and started licking my way down the shaft to his balls. Licking, drooling and kissing them, I looked up to see his cock sticking out above me. The sight was so sexy my cock jerked a little. I could feel my distant but impending orgasm deep within. After bathing his sac with my saliva I returned to his cock. I moved my left hand up to gently cup and massage him. My right hand found his ass cheek as my head bobbed up and down. I felt my pre cum dripping down my hardness into my panties. They felt wet on my skin. I was in my element and I knew it.

I wanted to cum before he did so I started concentrating on my cock. Really focusing on making it surge in rhythm with his cock penetrating me. I almost felt a little selfish for giving my cock so much attention but I knew that after I came I could return all this unbelievable pleasure. My cock began to twitch involuntarily as my orgasm took control. It was a good thing I had a hard cock in my mouth as I came because I would have surely cried out. My muffled moans and whimpers mixed with the sound of the wind blowing through the trees was intoxicating.

My panties were soaked with my cum now as I felt him get close. I felt his balls retract as his cum started shooting into me. Gasps of pleasure coming from above me were music to my ears. Four or five strong shots of his seed went into me until he started to calm down. I looked up at him. His head back against the tree smiling. I kept him in my mouth until he went completely soft. He looked down at me and mouthed ‘thank you’. The pleasure is all mine…

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This story is based on a real life experience. It happened a few years ago but it’s only recently I decided to turn it into a story. It’s my first here, hope you enjoy it. Names changed.

For 3 months since James and Tony met in an online chat room, they had been driving each other crazy. Now they were about to go through with it, their meeting was finally going to happen next Wednesday at a hotel in York.

James was a 40 something fairly happily married man. But over the last few years, he had got this mental itch he couldn’t scratch. The itch turned into a thought. The thought into an urge.

Like many men, he reckoned, they’d wondered about what it would be like to suck another cock.

James met his wife Laura at university when she would paint her full lips with bright red lipstick and go down on him. She was a terrific cock sucker and in 20 years had gifted him a thousand toe-curling oral orgasms. He wondered how that would feel for her. And about the moment of climax like when after 10 minutes of writhing the load was delivered into her willing mouth?

Turning to a few online sites he found similar users. In the chat rooms, the users exchanged their most intimate wishes which fed James’s own ideas.

Eventually, he got chatting to Tony. He never believed for a moment that Tony was his real name, or the James bursa escortlar wasn’t his. Anonymity and discretion were essential in this game for the married and curious.

They both hit it off and exchanged emails over the next few months each one building on their desires and getting hotter and more detailed.

The scenario was hatched: What if? What if we could actually make this happen?

James decided to use his upcoming visit on a business trip to York to find out.

Arranging a decent hotel he emailed Tony and asked if he wanted to join him with the firm intention of blowing him and, unless nerves got the better, of taking his load.

The following week, the day arrived. Hopefully, by the end of it, James would no longer be in the “curious” category.

James settled into the hotel bar with a large-as-feasible glass of merlot and the newspaper he told Tony he’d be carrying to narrow down the search for him.

A man approached.

“James?”

Yes! He thought to himself. “Tony? Hello!”

The two chatted over another glass before James ask, “So, Tony. Do you think you’d like to join me in my room?”

After making it to his hotel room and locking the door, the two felt a sense of safety and ease. Good things were going to happen, James thought to himself.

Both bursa escort feeling a little nervous, James announced he was taking a shower and left Tony for a couple of minutes in the room.

James emerged with a bath towel feeling fresh and as horny as hell. His cock was already on its way to hardness and the tip was leaking profusely. James decided not to wank for a few days and he was paying the price.

Tony had got into the bed, but he quickly through back the covers and was standing in front of James stark bollock naked and with a raging hard on of 7 inches.

James reached out and gently took hold of Tony’s cock, feeling another man for the first time. In a few seconds, James dropped to his knees and, slowly wanking it, admiring the hardness the hotness and the wetness of his cock.

Taking a slow lick, James explored the tip of Tony’s cock and tasted the slightly salty slickness of his pre-cum. Then he took a longer lick and rolled his tongue around the cock head before opening his mouth and taking a couple of inches. Holding it to feel the sensation and take in the moment of another first.

Taking care James sat there, bobbing his head slowly for a few minutes and going a bit deeper eventually as much as he could taking Tony to the back of his throat some 4 inches.

Tony responded with moans and words of encouragement but then asked James to swap place for one of his firsts. He sucked in James’s cock deeply and gently explored and sucked for some time before they exchanged, again and again, taking in the new sensations and loving the experience, all nerves long evaporated. Tony was sucking hard now and James could feel his sperm rising, the tension rising at the base of his cock and in his balls. Warning Tony, he signalled James he wanted to go first.

Soon James could hold back no longer and he started to cum heavily inside Tony’s mouth. Four days and many hours of psychological edging took its toll and filled Tony’s mouth to the extent James could hear excess cum dripping onto the carpet. James relaxed his arched his back and grip of the vestibule doorframe and rested down from his toe tips to the floor and Tony finished cleaning his cock.

After a few moments of recovery, James got his next first. Sucking Tony urgently now, he wanted his semen and it didn’t take long. Tony warned James but he just kept on sucking until a warm rush flooded over his tongue and filled his mouth. He recognised the slightly yeasty and sweet taste from his own cum eating experiments. After swallowing, he reluctantly released Tony’s cock the two them resting on their knees, grinning.

“That was absolutely amazing, Tony,” said James. “A truly wonderful experience”

The two of them did the mundane stuff of dressing and saying goodbye with the hope of repeating the performance. Not as series of firsts, but with seconds to come…

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Teil 14: Pädagogik

Die ‘Nacht’ war hart gewesen für das Schweinchen. Nachdem sein Herr es so wütend verlassen hatte, hatte es einige Zeit gebraucht, um wieder auf den Boden zu kommen. Irgendwann hatte es sich ausgeweint und fühlte sich traurig, leer und verloren. Warum hatte es seine verdammte Klappe nicht halten können. So oft schon war sein Mund schneller gewesen als sein Kopf, und so oft schon hatte es deswegen Schwierigkeiten bekommen. Aber diese hier toppten alle. Es war so schön gewesen, sein Herz war genauso aufgegangen wie seine Votze. Es hatte sich so wohl gefühlt in der letzten halben Stunde mit seinem Herrn. Die Liebkosungen und das Interesse, das sein Herr für ihn gezeigt hatte, waren fast besser als der eigentliche Sex gewesen.

Obwohl – Nee, ‘besser’ war das falsche Wort. Es war anders, aber auf eine Art intensiv, die sich kaum beschreiben ließ. Tief rein ging diese Zärtlichkeit und Nähe bei ihm. Tiefer als die Faust! Es hätte sich ohrfeigen können für so viel Dummheit. Vielleicht war morgen schon alles vorbei. Vielleicht würde es einfach wieder vor die Tür gesetzt, und müsste in sein altes, beschissenes Leben zurück.

Es hatte alles hinter sich lassen wollen. Richtige Freunde hatte es nicht, und seine Familie war quer über die Welt verstreut. Seinen Job, den es sowieso immer gehasst hatte, hatte es gekündigt. Und als es dann alleine und deprimiert zuhause saß, erinnerte es sich an diese eine Nacht im Tiergarten. Dieses eine Wochenende in der Großstadt. Das war vielleicht der Auslöser gewesen, von hier zu verschwinden. Es heißt ja, mit Dreiunddreißig sei der Höhepunkt des Lebens erreicht. Wenn das alles gewesen sein sollte, und es von nun an begab ging, dann musste es irgendetwas falsch gemacht haben. Es entschied sich, seine Wohnung aufzulösen, alles zu verkaufen und in der großen Stadt sein Glück zu suchen. … Das wussten sogar schon die ‘Bremer Stadtmusikanten’: ‘Etwas Besseres als den Tod finden wir überall!’

Und so packte es seinen Koffer voll Habe, setzte sich in den Zug und fuhr gen Osten! Es mietete ein kleines Ferienapartment, in der schwulsten Ecke der Stadt, und beobachtete mit großen Augen das Leben in einem schwulen Kiez. Was es da alleine im Supermarkt an heißen Typen sah, die völlig selbstverständlich in voller Ledermontur, mit Glatze, Piercings, Signaltüchern und Tattoos, ihre H-Milch, den Kaffee und die Haushaltsrollen in den Wagen luden, und sich zwischen Omis und Hausfrauen brav in die Schlange stellten, ein nettes Wort über die neue Frisur der Kassiererin fallen ließen, lächelnd das Wechselgeld einsteckten, und ‘Einen schönen Tag noch’ wünschend, mit ihren Springerstiefeln lässig zum Ausgang schlenderten, verschlug im fast den Atem. So was gab’s bei ihm zuhause nicht. Und niemand guckte auch nur blöd. Es war echt das Paradies. Und überall lockte der Sex.

Ein paar Tage dauerte es, bis es sich zum ersten Mal in eine Lederkneipe traute. Es hatte sich in einem Laden in der Meckerstraße ein überteuertes Lederoutfit zugelegt. Dort gab es Örtlichkeiten für Homosexuellenbedarf jeglicher Art. Stundenlang saß es nachmittags draußen in den Cafés und betrachtete mit gierigen Augen das Treiben auf der Straße. Aus aller Herren Länder waren hier geile Typen unterwegs. Sie alle sahen gut aus und schienen immer gut drauf zu sein, hipp und gestylt. Jetzt, im Sommer, zeigten alle ihre mit Eiweißshakes und sonstigen Zutaten aufgepimpten Muskelbatzen und das arme Schweinchen kam sich immer kleiner und hässlicher vor.

Am zweiten Tag traute es sich schüchtern in das örtliche Pornokino zu gehen, aber da wurde es nicht rein gelassen. Ins Pornokino! Die arrogante Großstadtschwucke, die hochnäsig hinter dem Tresen stand, blickte kurz von ihrem Arztroman hoch, musterte es mit einem abfälligem Blick, konzentrierte sich wieder auf ihre schwierige Lektüre, und sagte, ohne noch einmal hoch zu sehen: ‘Geschlossene Gesellschaft’. Das arme Schweinchen war geschockt. Nicht mal in ein beschissenes Pornokino ließ man es rein. Und das hier! Im Zentrum der ‘Gay Community’!! ‘We are familie…’ – von wegen!

Irgendwie stand es ja auf Erniedrigung, das war ihm beim Stiefel lecken im Tiergarten aufgegangen, aber wirklich nicht in diesem Kontext. Der letzte Rest Selbstbewusstsein verpuffte, und es zog sich, am Boden zerstört, in sein Appartement zurück und zappte planlos durch die Kanäle, während draußen das Leben tobte. Es kochte inzwischen vor Wut. Impotenz und Haarausfall wünschte es diesem beschissenen Eintrittskartenverkäufer an den Hals, und dem ganzen Drecksladen das Ordnungsamt, die Gesundheitsbehörde und die Finanzprüfung. Am liebsten hätte es eine Stinkbombe in den schmierigen Laden geworfen. Aber so war das wohl in der Großstadt. Da wurde gnadenlos aussortiert. Die Guten ins Töpfchen, die Schlechten ins Kröpfchen!

Als ihm dann bewusst wurde, dass es schon eine halbe Stunde vor einer ungemein lehrreichen Reportage über die schönsten Fachwerkhäuser Nordhessens saß, und gegenüber die Lederbar war, um die es schon die ganze Zeit herum geschlichen war, gab es sich einen Ruck, dachte: ‘Schlimmer kann’s eh nicht mehr werden’, zwängte sich in seine neue Ledermontur, kippte sich noch ordentlich einen hinter die Binde um sich Mut zu machen, ging dann mit Todesverachtung auf die Straße und drückte auf die Klingel der verheißungsvollen Lasterhöhle. Und siehe da, ein netter, gutaussehender Typ machte die Tür auf, lächelte es freundlich an, und sagte:

„Hallo! Komm’ rein!”

Gottseidank! escort bursa Es schien auch angenehme Leute hier zu geben und nicht nur solche Wichser, wie ein paar Häuser weiter.

Nun stand es am Ziel seiner Träume und sah sich verunsichert um. Es war nicht sehr voll. Ein paar Leute standen am Tresen, als würden sie dort wohnen, in einer Ecke blinkte ein Flipperautomat einsam vor sich hin, und Tabakduft lag, trotz Rauchverbots, schwer in der Luft. Ach, was hätte es jetzt gerne eine geraucht, um seine Nervosität zu überbrücken. Aber es war schon seit mehr als drei Monaten ‘trocken’, aber es vermisste das Rauchen immer noch jeden Tag. Doch es würde stark bleiben. Wenigstens das wollte es schaffen, wenn es auch sonst nichts zu Wege brachte. Da war es ein kleines bisschen stolz auf sich.

Ratlos stand er jetzt an der Bar herum. Der nette Typ, der es herein gelassen hatte fragte es, ob es etwas trinken wolle.

„Ein Bier bitte?”, sagte es schüchtern.

„Flasche oder frisch vom Hahn?”

„Äh … Flasche bitte!”

„Bitteschön! Macht Drei Fünfzig bitte!”

Nervös kramte das Schweinchen in seiner Jacke herum, fingerte schließlich den Geldbeutel raus, klaubte zittrig einen Fünf Euro Schein heraus. „Danke, stimmt so!”

„Oh, Danke schön! Schönen Abend noch!”, sagte der Zapfer, und schenkte ihm ein strahlendes Lächeln.

Hier fühlte es sich willkommen!

Langsam tastete es sich durch den Laden vor. Links neben dem Flipper führte eine dunkle schmale Treppe nach unten, und immer wieder gingen Leute runter und andere kamen wieder hoch. Aber da traute es sich nicht hin. Weiter hinten in der Bar war ein Raum mit einem Billardtisch und Barhockern an den Wänden. Unter der Decke flimmerte ein Fernseher mit Pornos. Es war ein bisschen mehr los als vorne, aber bis auf den netten Barkeeper hatte er noch niemanden gesehen, der ihm imponiert hätte. Es jagte eben doch noch dem Idealtyp hinterher, einen wie dem aus dem Tiergarten.

Aber was er hier so sah, zog ihn nicht wirklich an. Klar, da waren schon einige in Leder und auch sonst in geilen Outfits, und sie wollten auch sicher alle Sex, aber da war niemand, bei dem ein Funke übersprang. Entweder waren sie zu abgefuckt, zu besoffen, zu jung, zu schön, oder sonst was. Enttäuscht holte es sich das zweite Bier, angelte sich einen Barhocker, saß still in der Ecke, beobachtete die Leute, und irgendwann blieb sein Blick auf dem Porno hängen.

So was hatte es noch nicht gesehen: Da hing ein Typ in einer Fickschaukel, ein anderer schien ihm die Faust (!) ins Loch zu schieben, … ja, Großaufnahme! Tatsächlich die ganze Faust!! Ein dritter Typ stand hinter den beiden, und pisste auf den Liegenden drauf, und ihm sogar in den Mund.

Dem Schweinchen blieb die Spucke weg. Ungläubig stierte es auf die Mattscheibe und merkte, dass sein Schwanz in der Hose zu wachsen begann. Das Bier tat auch langsam seine Wirkung, denn es vertrug eigentlich keinen Alkohol. Als es dann das Dritte trank, war es auch schon ziemlich angesoffen, und in diesem Zustand hatte es die unangenehme Eigenschaft sehr schnell zickig und ausfallend zu werden.

Es war so gebannt von dem Film, dass es gar nicht wahrnahm, dass jemand hinter ihm stand. Es bemerkte ihn erst, als er ihm ins Ohr raunte: „Na, gefällt dir was du da siehst?”

Erschrocken zuckte es zusammen, drehte sich um und sah im Halbdunkel einen großen, ziemlich geil aussehenden Typen da stehen. Aber anstatt zu sagen: „Ja, finde ich toll! So was hab’ ich noch nie gesehen. Ich würde meine Seele verkaufen, um so was mal erleben zu dürfen!”, blaffte es den armen Kerl übel an und zeigte ihm die kalte Schulter.

Schon zehn Sekunden später hätte es sich in den Arsch beißen können deswegen. Was für ein Idiot war es wieder gewesen, was für ein scheiß Tag! Es merkte, dass es pissen musste, und wankte auf’s Klo. Als es wieder zurückkam, registrierte es noch, dass der geile Kerl es freundlich angrinste als es sein Bier hob, … und danach konnte es sich an nicht mehr erinnern. Blackout!

Und nun war es auf seiner Suche nach dem Glück in einem Sklavenkäfig gelandet.

Die gestrige Nacht hatte es noch völlig in ihren Bann gezogen. Die Stunden mit den Kunden, die Zeit mit seinem Herrn hinterher, die Glückseligkeit, die es empfunden hatte, die Wolken auf denen es geschwebt war, und der schreckliche Absturz als sich seine Flügel plötzlich, durch eine unbedachte Bemerkung, aufgelöst hatten. … Treffer — Versenkt!

Es würde alles tun um hier bleiben zu können. Jede Abstrafung, alles! Völlig egal, aber bitte, bitte nicht weg geschickt werden. Das wäre das Schlimmste. Aber vielleicht konnte es ja seinen Herren davon überzeugen, dass es sich doch lohnen würde Zeit und Energie zu opfern. Noch nie im Leben hatte es sich so angekommen gefühlt. Das war seine Bestimmung: Als ergebener Sklave, einem (hoffentlich) guten Herrn zu dienen, alle Verantwortung in andere Hände zu legen, und sich kompromisslos leiten zu lassen. Und … es liebte es gequält zu werden. Das war ihm klar geworden. Es war wie ein Erweckungserlebnis!

Wie lange es geschlafen hatte wusste es nicht. In dem kleinen Käfig hatte es in Embryonalhaltung zusammen gekauert gelegen. Immerhin hatte sein Herr, bevor er gegangen war, noch eine alte Pferdedecke — oder war’s eine Hundedecke? – hinein gelegt. Vielleicht war das eine Geste, ein Zeichen dafür, dass doch noch Hoffnung war, bleiben zu können. Es kuschelte sich, soweit es ging, eskort bursa in das muffig riechende Tuch.

Bevor es sich auf seinen Schlafplatz begeben hatte, hatte es mit letzter Kraft alles fein säuberlich aufgeräumt, den Boden gewischt, die Tischplatte poliert und aus einer Serviette eine wunderhübsche kleine Rose gefaltet (Volkshochschule Origami Grundkurs), und auf den Küchentisch gelegt. Dann hatte es sich in seinen Käfig gequetscht, ihn abgesperrt, und den Schlüssel ein paar Meter weit über den blank geputzten Fußboden geschnippt. Und es war so erschöpft gewesen, dass es trotz der unbequemen Stellung innerhalb von kürzester Zeit in einen tiefen Schlaf gefallen war. Bald hatte es selig geschnarcht, und sich wirklich angehört, wie ein kleines, grunzendes Schweinchen.

Daniel hatte es schlafen lassen. Vierzehn Stunden lang. Er hatte auf dem Monitor kontrolliert, dass alles in Ordnung war, sich dann selbst ein paar Stunden hin gelegt, hatte aber das Babyphone, das er deponiert hatte, ständig eingeschaltet. Man weiß ja nie! So ein Sklave, grade ein frischer, kann ja auch mal in Panik verfallen, und dann muss schnell jemand da sein und handeln. Er wollte ja nicht, dass ihm etwas passierte. Schließlich hatte er die Verantwortung für das Schweinchen übernommen, und das war am Anfang immer ein Fulltimejob. Aber als er nach dem Aufstehen verschlafen den Bildschirm anschaltete, sah er es immer noch schlummern, und hörte, wie es dabei ganze Baumstämme zersägte.

Hoffentlich schnarchte es nicht immer so. So was konnte echt nervig sein! Einer seiner Aspiranten im letzten Jahr, der sich gar nicht soo dumm angestellt hatte, hörte sich nachts immer an wie ein Elefant mit Nasenkarthar. Eigentlich sollten fertige Sklaven neben ihm im Schlafzimmer auf dem Boden schlafen. – Rex hatte sich immer auf sein Schafsfell gekuschelt, dachte Daniel wehmütig, aber ihn hatte er ja sogar oft ins Bett gelassen, was sich kein anderer getraut hätte. Aber – vorbei ist vorbei.

So ein Sklave neben dem Bett war echt praktisch. Der hatte seine Kette um, die am Kopfende des Bettes fest gemacht war, und wenn Daniel während der Nacht einmal pissen musste, was mit zunehmenden Alter häufiger wurde, reichte ein Ruck an der Kette, und ein verschlafenes Sklavenmaul saugte seinen Saft ab. Außerdem hatte er meistens einen Ständer, wenn er nachts wach wurde, und wenn er in der richtigen Stimmung war, durfte sich der aktuelle Dienstleister, auch schon man an einem kleinen Ritt auf dem Masterschwanz erfreuen, bevor ihm erlaubt wurde, die Pisse zu genießen.

Aber mit dieser Schnarchnase war das echt nicht gegangen. Zuerst hatte er ihn auf den Flur ausquartiert, aber da hörte man ihn immer noch, und bis in den Sklavenverschlag reichte die Kette nicht. Und das dauerte alles zu lange. Ein Sklave hatte ‘stand by’ zu sein. Aber gut. Er hatte schon drei Monate in die Dressur investiert gehabt, und machte noch einen letzten Versuch. Er hatte von Halsbändern gehört, mit denen gewissenlose Hundehalter ihre armen Viecher abrichteten. An denen konnte man mit einer Fernbedienung Stromschläge auslösen, die die geknechteten Tiere zum Gehorsam zwingen sollten. Wie barbarisch! Hierzulande verboten! Absolut zu recht! Die armen Hundchen!

Aber für die Erziehung eines masochistischen Sklavenschweins, könnte so etwas sehr hilfreich sein. Die Bestellung war nach zwei Tagen da. Er hatte die kleinste Größe geordert. Scheinbar gab es Menschen, die ihre Chihuahuas grillen, wenn sie auf den Teppich pinkeln. Mit ein bisschen Bastelarbeit modifizierte er das Halsband so, dass er es dem Sklaven eng um die Eier legen konnte. Im heroischen Selbstversuch probierte er es aus und musste ganz schön zucken, obwohl er nur eine mittlere Stärke eingestellt hatte. Das hatte ordentlich Saft! Die Frage war nur, wie lange der Akku hielt. Der kam ihm doch etwas klein vor. Also am besten, den Sklaven am Ladegerät lassen. Der konnte sich ja ausstöpseln, wenn er ihn brauchte. Die Idee gefiel ihm! Ein aufladbarer Elektrowecker! Noch am selben Abend probierte er es aus. Er erklärte dem Sklaven die Funktionsweise, schickte ihn nach dem obligatorischen Gute-Nacht-Ficken, in seine Kammer zum Schlafen und stöpselte ihn ein. Kaum hörte er die ersten Schlafgeräusche, drückte er den Knopf. ‘Piep’, machte das Gerät, und aus der Sklavenkammer hörte er einen erschrockenen Schrei und ein dumpfes Geräusch. Scheinbar war der dumme Sklave hochgeschreckt, und mit dem Kopf an die niedrige Decke geknallt. ‘Piep’, ‘Piep’, ‘Piep’ … Drei weiter Schreie, die Luke ging auf und der Sklave war sehr schnell draußen. Offensichtlich funktionierte es gut.

„Das war nur ein Test, du kannst zurück ins Körbchen, und vergiss nicht, das Kabel wieder anzuschließen!”

Der Sklave sagte nur: „Danke Herr!”, und kroch durch die kleine Tür zurück in seinen Verschlag.

Daniel drehte den Regler auf der Fernbedienung etwas höher und drückte. ‘Piep’, und ein lauter Schrei, erklangen fast zeitgleich, dann wieder ein dumpfer Schlag und ein wütendes „Aua!” Diesmal war der Kopf gegen den Türrahmen geknallt. Dummer Sklave!

„Pass’ doch auf, du blödes Ding, du ruinierst mir ja die Tür! Das war doch nur ein zweiter ein Test!”

„Danke Herr, … gute Nacht Herr!”, stammelte der verwirrte Sklave und rieb sich den Kopf.

Doch, ein hübsches neues Spielzeug hatte er da. Er musste mal ausprobieren, wie es auf Maximum wirkte. Schließlich legte er sich schlafen, drückte in der Nacht drei Mal den Knopf. Drei Mal brauchte der Sklave etwa vierzig Sekunden bis er da war, um den Saft seines Herren gierig abzuschlucken. Eigentlich dauerte es Daniel zu lange, aber immerhin nervte die Schnarcherei nicht mehr. Zwei, drei Wochen ging das so, bis die Abrichtung langsam abgeschlossen war, und Daniel ihn in feste Hände weiter verkaufen konnte. Zwar war er nachts etwas schneller geworden, aber das Gelbe vom Ei war das nicht. Aber er brachte ein hübsches Sümmchen. Der Elektrowecker gefiel dem Kunden so gut, dass er ihn unbedingt mit geliefert bekommen wollte. Er sollte ihn haben. Damit hatte die Ware bestimmt auch noch lange ihren Spaß. Daniel war ganz froh, dass er ihn so schnell und günstig losgeworden war. Nach ein paar Tagen hatte das ganze Gepiepse mehr genervt als dass es ihm Spaß gemacht hätte, und er sehnte sich eigentlich nach einer Kette, an der er nur zu ziehen brauchte, und nach einem Sklaven, der zufrieden neben dem Bett auf dem Fell lag. Also weiter suchen!

Daran hatte er denken müssen, als er nachts das schnarchende Schweinchen gesehen hatte. Aber vielleicht war auch nur die Nase zu gewesen. Inzwischen war es wach, und hatte genug Zeit gehabt, um über das nachdenken zu können, was es erwartete.

Es wirkte ängstlich und verstört. Gut so! Beste Voraussetzung um nachzulegen! Er hatte sich natürlich längst entschieden, das Schweinchen zu behalten. Es hatte echt Potential, war willig, nicht allzu wehleidig und es war schlägegeil! Eine sehr gute Mischung. Doof war es auch nicht. Jedenfalls brauchte man es nicht zu knebeln, weil das Geschwätz nervte. Ein bisschen vorlaut war es. Trotzdem war es das beste Material, das es seit langem gesehen hatte! Aber das brauchte es nicht zu wissen. Es sollte sich klein und nutzlos fühlen, und Angst davor haben, wie man über es richten würde. Als los!

Geräuschvoll schloss er die Tür auf, und kam herein. Das Sklavenschweinchen kauerte in seinem Käfig, schaute erwartungsvoll und ängstlich zu ihm auf und versuchte sich ein Lächeln abzuringen.

„Guten Morgen, Herr, sch-schön das d-du d-da bist! B-bitt…”, stammelte das Schweinchen.

„AUS!”, zischte Daniel böse, und deutete mit der Hand auf das Kleine!

Das Wort blieb dem Schweinchen im Halse stecken, es schaute erschrocken zu Boden und schwieg. Daniel ging in die Küche, holte sich einen Stuhl und stellte ihn vor dem Käfig ab. Er setzte sich breitbeinig hin, kramte in seiner Jacke rum, holte ein Päckchen Tabak heraus und drehte sich in aller Ruhe eine Zigarette. Man hörte das Knistern des Papiers, so still war es. Das Schweinchen wagte kaum zu atmen. Schließlich zündete er sie sich an, und lehnte sich entspannt zurück. Er rauchte — und schwieg. Das Kleine fühlte sich immer unbehaglicher. ‘Die Ruhe vor einem Gewitter das aufzieht, die Ruhe vor dem Sturm’, dachte es. … Schließlich warf sein Herr die Zigarette zu Boden, trat sie aus, und setzte sich, leicht zum Käfig vorgebeugt, auf.

„Also Sklave”, sagte er in einem eher gelangweilten Tonfall. „Ich habe lange über dich nachgedacht und mich ausgiebig beraten lassen. Rick war natürlich sehr empört, über deinen Ausfall. Er sagt, das kommt davon, wenn man die Sklaven abspritzen lässt. Seine würden sich so was nicht trauen. Er sagt, ich soll dich noch ein paar Tage bei mir behalten, bis er wieder Zeit hat, sich noch einmal alleine ausgiebig mit dir zu beschäftigen. Und ich soll dich auf keinen Fall mehr spritzen lassen. Er hat zurzeit einen Sklaven bei sich untergestellt, der auch frech und vorlaut war. Dessen Meister ist für vier Wochen auf Kreuzfahrt, und Rick macht nebenher diese kleine Tierpension für Sklaven. Jedenfalls war das Sklavenschwein, Mike heißt er, glaub’ ich, aufsässig und zickig. Also verhängte Rick Spritzverbot. Und um sicher zu gehen, dass es auch eingehalten wird, hat er ihn seinen eigenen Keuschheitsbeutel basteln lassen. Einfach ein rundes Stück dickes Leder, ein paar Löcher an den Rand und Lederriemen durchziehen. Damit kann man Schwanz und Eier wunderbar zu einem kleinen handlichen Paket zusammenschnüren. Und weil Mike so frech war, und Rick gern Sklaven quält, hat er ihn kleine Stiftnieten in das Leder rein arbeiten lassen. Nur zwei, drei Millimeter, und nicht sehr spitz oben, aber wenn die Sau jetzt einen Ständer bekommen sollte, würden sie sich schön schmerzhaft in das Sklavenfleisch graben. Den trägt er jetzt immer. Durch kleine Löcher kann seine Pisse ablaufen, und abends wird der Keuschheitssack getrocknet und neu verschnürt. Und Rick sagt, Mike sei jetzt so brav wie ein Lämmchen. Er meint, ich soll das mit dir auch versuchen. Und ich glaube, da hat er Recht. Man war echt zu gut zu dir. Das mit dem Keuschheitsbeutel für dich überlege ich mir nochmal, aber ab sofort gilt Spritzverbot! Kapiert? Er freut sich schon drauf, wenn er wieder da ist, sagt er. Und er will auch gerne ordentlich zahlen. Naja, in drei Tagen ist er wieder zurück. Edgar hab’ ich auch angerufen. Der sagt, sein Schwanz hätte zwar drei blaue Flecke, aber ich solle dir trotzdem noch eine Chance gebe. Aber das Blasen müsse besser werden meinte er. Ja und dann hab’ ich auch noch mit Lukas telefoniert. Der wird am Ende entscheiden. Was der sagt, das werde ich tun. Ich lag eigentlich bisher immer richtig wenn ich auf ihn gehört habe. Heute Nachmittag hat er sich etwas Zeit genommen und kommt mit seinem … Mann, … Lars, hier vorbei um dich in Augenschein zu nehmen. Danach wird klar sein was aus dir wird. Auf Rick allerdings, darfst du dich auf alle Fälle noch freuen. Es ist Ehrensache, dass ich ihm die Gelegenheit gebe, sich für die Nettigkeiten, die du über ihn gesagt hast, zu revanchieren. Also drei Tage wirst du mir auf alle Fälle noch erhalten bleiben! Und? Hast du was zu sagen?”

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Deep in Kansas

by capta

Part 5 – Chains

While locating a zombie wouldn’t be challenging, the Indagator found roping them down would be a more significant challenge.

“Shit!” The Indagator yelled as another zombie-anthro ripped out of its bindings. She stepped aside, letting their attack go wild then, decapitated them with a single fluid motion. Their body hit the floor with a thud, motionless.

“Amanda, we might need to search for some stronger rope.”

The horse sighed. “Finding quality rope might not solve anything. These zombies are stronger than I expected.” She stared at the body leaking a clear fluid.

“We can use chains.”

“That was my next idea. The only question is, where do we find any?”

“We’re on a farm; they’ve got to have some stowed away somewhere.”

The six-breasted fox spoke.

“I’ll go find some then.”

“I’ll stay here then. Don’t want to get in the way.”

“That would be best.” The horsewoman spoke and set out. In a small farming town, there were numerous buildings to discover and even more innumerable zombies to cut through. She kept her blade in hand, dancing through and around zombies when needed. First, she searched for a small house. At first, it appeared primarily empty with its broken windows, worn wooden paneling, and generally degraded exterior.

It was not until she encountered a ghost-zombie, did the building seem no longer empty. It appeared as a regular zombie, albeit ethereal. It held out its hand and charged her. Being as large as she was, jammed inside a building woefully undersized for anthros of her height, she could not avoid its attack and instead took the ghost-zombies full frontal force with a grunt. It struck her squarely in her enormous sheathes. Typically, any male would keel over after being hit as hard as she was.

Fortunately, for the Indagator, while her colossal horse-dongs were vastly more sensitive than a normal-sized one, due to the uniqueness of her unnaturally hyper sizes, she was required to have gotten used to being struck in her tremendous assets. As they were the only thing that could be hit with any consistency.

Quickly the Indagator pulled out her pistol, bursa merkez escort smacked the ghost-zombie across the head, throwing him to the ground, and stepped outside where she could stand to her full height. The ghost quickly followed Amanda out in the open. She unsheathed her sword with a twirl. As the spirit ran at her again, she stepped aside, striking a deep wound into its back. The ethereal zombie cried out in pain as it collapsed onto the ground. It rolled, roiled, and stuttered as its body grossly deformed and reshaped like a giant, fleshy piece of paper until a giant albino beast emerged from the corpse.

It was bony and prominent as a building. Spikes ran all across its spine. The beast turned around; its eyes were a cloudy blue. It roared at her with such visceral intensity she could’ve sworn the very ground shook.

“Shit.”

The ground rumbled with every step as the beast charged her. She rolled aside and quickly pulled out her pistol. With a loud BOOM, she fired at the beast. The round punched through the beast’s head and detonated inside. It created two gaping holes. One where the round had penetrated and one on the beast’s rear. It fell over with a thump.

Amanda stood with her pistol ready. She’d experienced numerous monsters which she had shot but refused to die. This monster was no exception as it rapidly healed and got back up.

She swore. “I guess you’re going to take more bullets to die then.”

The beast roared again and lunged at her. The horse dodged and quickly fired a succession of three rounds. Each shell ripped into the monster’s hide, creating ever-larger holes. Despite this, it stubbornly got up and continued its attack. Soon, the horse was struck in the side and sent flying.

She exhaled sharply as the impact felt like getting struck with a solid concrete beam. She could hardly move. As the beast prepped for another charge, Amanda realized if she was unable to move, she’d likely get trampled and killed. Quickly, she reached into her potion bag and gulped down a potion.

She felt her body meld back together as tissues and bones reformed. Amanda realized there was no way she could get up and avoid the charging beast. Instead, she opted to generate bursa escort kızlar a massive shock wave sending her across the dirt. Unfortunately, due to her impossible mass, she could not slow down quick enough and punched through a broken-down wooden farmhouse hoof-first.

She felt like an idiot as the farmhouse collapsed around her. Luckily her Indagator mutations gave her an accelerated healing rate. Although the searing pain through her insanely sensitive nutsack had other sayings. She reached down to rub her gigantic nutsack. Fuck, that hurt. She thought. They seemed unaffected by the impact as they continued their audible lurch, churn, and gurgle unimpeded with the rest of her assets.

Laying underneath the rubble, the Indagator heard wood being trampled and snapped. She felt the vibrations of the beast as it blindly charged the pile of debris missing her by a large margin. She blasted off the rubble with another shock wave and got back up. The beast charged again; Amanda shot its legs with her remaining two rounds, then quickly loaded another magazine.

The beast stumbled and fell over. While it was down, Amanda fired into the beast until she had run through three magazines. At which point, the beast had been reduced to nothing but holes, pieces, and broken limbs. Heal from that. She spun her pistol around her finger then quickly holstered it. The beast’s corpse began to fade into a strange cyan-blue goo. The Indagator crouched down as far as she could and proceeded to gather some with an empty glass vial she kept on hand.

Need to take a look at this later. Continuing the search for chains, the Indagator searched other homes and buildings, fighting off various undead. At some point, she encountered a naked wolf-taur.

The taur’s pussy dripped with desire. Long strands of fem-cum ran down the wolf’s leg. The taur moaned with pleasure, and soon Amanda saw the taur’s pussy squirt and flex as it orgasmed. She found it hard to control herself as her own colossal assets lurched, churned, gurgled, and groaned. They quickly grew louder, and she could feel them ramp up production as they pulsed, groaned, and yearned for release.

It ended up catching the taur’s attention, soon it turned around. Amanda found the taur to carry large breasts with huge nipples. They were rock hard. She had also seen the taur’s human half to be deductively curvy. Its eyes were mad with lust.

“Oooh, I just love drinking blood; it always feels sooo good.” Her voice was exceptionally sultry, riddled with desire. “And you look sooo tasty. Alive, beating heart my I want to taste you. No, I need to taste you!” The taur dropped the zombie she had been drinking and charged at the Indagator with uncanny speed.

Amanda, being an Indagator, was trained to fight vampires. Quickly she stepped out of the way, avoiding their blow. She noted the vampire seemed surprised at how easily she avoided its attack.

“Oooh, so you want it that way?” Her fangs extended further from her head to the point they covered her mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll play along. Just as long as you let me bite.” She licked her fangs and dashed toward the Indagator. She had drawn her sword and avoided the vampire taur. Within seconds she downed another potion. While it did not heal her or augment her abilities further, it made her blood toxic to vampires.

The vampire dashed at her again; it took an alternating route throwing the Indagator off. Soon it found Amanda’s neck and sank its fangs into her.

“Mmmm.” She moaned in pleasure as another orgasm racked the vampire’s body.

Amanda swiped at the vampire with her blade. It quickly leaped off, avoiding the Indagator’s blow. The horse grasped her neck at where the vampire had bitten. The wolf taur stared down the Indagator with a blood-stained mouth.

“You taste strange food; it almost feels like-” She was cut off; she grasped her neck, her eyes startled with shock. “AAARGH,” The vampire convulsed and spasmed as pain burnt throughout its body.

Amanda smiled. “Surprise.”

Terrified and desperate for her life, the taur desperately scrambled away. Unfortunately, the taur wasn’t quick enough as it collapsed shortly. The horse calmly approached the wolf-taur.

“What is this? Why does it burn? AAAH!” The vampire screamed, rolling in pain as the toxicity of Amanda’s blood ripped her apart from the inside. With deft precision, the Indagator lopped off the taur’s head. Its squirming quickly stopped as it lay dead. What kind of vampire was that? Was one of many questions which rattled the Indagator’s mind.

First the giant damned beast, and now this?! What the hell is going on here?! She paused momentarily. And still no chains?!

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The Magic Boxes

A tale of magical boxes where parts come unstuck.

A tale of magic, body parts separating boxes and curses, all persons are over 18, no real sex involved, just magic and silly fun.

James and his friends had always been fans of magic from the sleight-of-hand type magic right up to separate body parts when they were in their long boxes; he would see them in shows and on the TV.

However, one day when he and his friends were searching through an old shop storage room, he came across such boxes and wondered what it would be, if he and some friends were to lie inside, some of them pretending to be stuck and more.

After Bringing those boxes out, he contacted all his other friends, from Sarah across town to George, his long-time friend right up to his friend Samantha.

“So, what ya got here then” Samantha mentioned to James. Two identical magic style boxes, he said back. Why? Do you fancy a go in them?

Even got the blades that go with them also? “Ohhh, count me in,” said Sam “how do you want me?” she mentioned while taking off her shoes and trousers, then not stopping, also removing her top, leaving her in just a bra and panties.

James looked over at her and coughing said “wow, that will do ha-ha” jump on up here madam he jokingly said, so she did and lying down flat inside the first box.

George saw what was going on and quickly mentioned “I’ll help secure her in” James nodded as they went to work on Sam inside the box first they secured her feet so she couldn’t no longer remove them, next putting a brace over her thighs they locked them in place, then working up further they saw a new thing a brace that fitted both between the person’s legs and also over their waist thus stopping them from any movement in the middle region,

James saw this and just smiled at the other 2, then they moved on up securing her hands between each side of her body then her fingers came next, Sam tried to move them but found them enclosed in what she couldn’t only describe as a glove type small box “wow I sure can’t move” Sam said “That’s the whole point,” James replied with a smile.

With not much left to secure, they then came to her shoulders and neck, adding in secure locks there. Finally, her head and her mouth “open up”, said George as he pushed in the final lock a brace that had a hole for the mouth Sam could no longer talk, only gargle as her mouth was held open and her head was held securely.

So, Sam, can you move inside there at all? “Ugh Uh” she gargled. Well, in that case, ladies and gents, let’s lock her up for the night. Night, Sam thought, trying to move inside the box. “Kidding Sam,” James replied.

Anyways, let’s try these blades as he gently pushed one down over her waist “bledses uhhh “Sam mumbled inside the box, but then Sam felt the blade but instead of it hurting her she could feel it going right through her body,

“Wow they went in, no issues” James said, as he also then pushed one between her neck, over each thigh, 2 between her arms at the shoulder and elbow thus cutting off her arms or into pieces then next they sliced 2 blades into her lower leg just before her foot.

And finally, just before her hands, Sam couldn’t move, or she had no feeling of it. She felt the blades move through her, but every time the 2 lads push them, she felt nothing from it.

So here we have a cut up Sam, as he looked down he could see latches had appeared next to the sections they had pushed the blades though, Hmm he thought removing a latch at her head, “I wonder if I can pull your head off your body Sam” “wghat” Sam tried to say suddenly when he had undone all the catches she felt her head move,

James carried her head over to a table nearby placing it down he opened the viewer in the box and then Sam could see but all she saw was her own body flat out but headless “ehhhh, wohhh how, put me bakcck in getherhh “she mumbled as she was suddenly cut off as James Thrust a penis gag into the hole where her mouth was, “time to be quiet Sam’s head” he said shutting the box viewer up, sending Sam back into darkness “so what now “James said “I think we should put Sarah into the other box.”

“already ahead of you,” Sarah said, standing naked behind them.

“Wow Sarah, you sure got an impressive body,” “I know” she replies to them both. “Modest too, it would seem,” George mentions. Sarah just smiles and she escort bursa climbs into the 2nd box, “now boys don’t go mixing up my body parts with Sams over there will ya, I don’t want to find my head on her shoulders or even worse looking down at her pussy” “now would we” James looked at George smiling.

What ideas had James just thought up? What schemes would he and George put the two girls through, and what trouble could they get up to? Find Out Next…

“Please lie face down in the box Sarah “after James saw this one had a small hole in the head area for a face to poke out of, but also between the legs it had a separator, so he presumed one could remove the legs separate from each other, “hmm great feature “he mentioned as Sarah thought what?, but then thought no more about it

Sarah was lying face down as both James and George both placed the blades through Sarah’s body, slicing her up so to speak, separating the body parts,

“we will stack you up nice and tall when we are done” George mentioned, “What is that supposed to mean “she said “I think George wishes to take you apart bit by bit stack you by the way 1 body section on top of another “”wow that’s weird” is all Sarah could say to this conversation “as long as I’m not attached to Sam’s waist with my head looking at her pussy I don’t care”

“Great idea,” James suddenly says, scaring the poor Sarah as she is now fully sealed into the 2nd box, unable to move or see anything at all. “For the last part, we need to silence you, my dear friend. Open up, that’s a good girl,” James said.

“What does that mean ugh wht iss hpppening” She said cut off mid-sentence by a gag that James then inflated “can you talk” he said to Sarah “hmm uhh sedft fklms” “I take that as a NO then” he said.

Right as he pulled her body apart first separating her legs from her body then he feet from her legs then she felt her arms leaving her body then he hands being removed then finally she felt her lower body separate from her upper body and then James looked at her and pulled her head off of her body, then reached in and pulled the gag out of her mouth and her tongue came with it

“now Sarah you are nothing but body parts, let me show you” as he turned her head around holding her to his own chest as her head could see her own body now in parts her legs were next to the upper body on the floor was her arms but her feet were next to her hands and so on all mixed up.

Sarah could see she was just parts all over the floor, more so her own tongue had been pulled from her body; she was no longer able to speak or make any words that could be understood, ” blah tghs yud boyz” she mumbled

So what shall we do maybe we should put your head on Sam’s body than Sam’s legs on your body than your legs back to where your arms were, so that you got 4 legs instead of arms, maybe then put your hands where your feet was so that you have 4 hands, we could change you both Sam could have your arms and feet and you could have Sam’s legs and hands or even vice versa what do you say “Noooo” both Sam Shouted “I’m sure if Sarah needs her pussy cleaned, you’re in the right spot to do it also, haha eh Sam”.” well she can’t do it herself after all her tongue is over there on the table ” James said & Laughed

Pulling out all the blades, Sarah found herself now with no legs and just arms, but with feet attached. But also she had Sam’s had attached to her body just below her belly button, Sam had felt her head being lifted but didn’t quite make out what they was talking to Sarah about so did not know their of cheeky plan but when the box was lifted from her head, she saw right in front of her Sarah’s pussy and wide open legs, she could move her head a little but also talk and everything but not feel any part of her or Sarah’s body, she could only feel and use her head.

Sarah feeling sneaky, and as she always fancied having a lick from Sam’s tongue garbled some words, presuming to mean for sam to get to work bitch lick my pussy “what” Sam said as she felt her head being crudely pushed by her own foot but on the wrong body towards Sarah’s pussy and as she had no choice went to work on it in this crude readjustment of both their body’s in front of them.

Suddenly George spoke up and said,

“Oh, James ermm ohhh frick” George said looking at the side of the box seeing the note about transformation time limits “it görükle escort would seem we have 10 minutes left to get these ladies back to the boxes or there be stuck this way forever” George then mentions further, Suddenly the lights to the building go out sending the room into darkness with no one able to see anything at all,

“Oh, great work you 2” Sam says from her position on Sarah’s body you best sort this out, using the only light source they could find at the last minutes a mobile phones torch they got to work, putting Sams head back in the box then placed her on the table out of the way then went back to Sarah and her body taking off Sam’s arms and putting Sarah’s arms back where they belonged then putting her hands and feet as they were or so they thought?.

Next, they put Sam’s arms and legs back on her body and as they did to Sarah put her hands and feet back as they had them. Or so they thought?? They put the two bodies back in time, including Sarah’s tongue, into her mouth, just as it had run out.

then the lights suddenly came back on, as both James and George released both Sam and Sarah from the two boxes, but as they got out Sam said “er James this is not my hands or my right foot” and then Sarah looked down at her Right foot and hands and also said “you screwed us up Boys?? “

Oh, Shit James thought!

“Well, that won’t be very handy.” “Oh, for Fooks sake, bad time for Jokes “said Sam “sort us now” she said angrily “or we shall mix up your body with someone or something else” “ok girls calm down!” George said

“George, could you come over here please” “Watch this” with a smile on his face said James they both had a quick chat as the two girls got back in the two boxes, lying down the lads came over and placed the blades back through their bodies, sealing them in together both securely

“right ladies both myself and George have turned you both into mix and match, we care no more and what your look great with Sarah’s boobs, Sarah we feel you would benefit with Sams bottom and pussy, also we think you both need to have no legs or hands either on your, we shall attach you heads to your arms your leg will come out of your necks and the rest will be an ugly mess” James finished saying as he waited for the reply from both Sam and Sarah “Whattttt how on earth do you think you can get away with this you shit” Sarah screamed and Sam followed suit James and George looked at them both laughed like mad and they both said

“Kidding ladies we are kidding but your faces oh boy, we love it” Sam just muttered “bastard” right let’s fix you right this time then you two can have a go I’m sure your dying to be split apart en, after all only fair, After James and George had returned the two ladies to their right body parts and they was whole again, Ok girls time to let you both out.

“good,” said Sam as she climbed out of the box “yeah” Sarah also said “now James get your clothes off you too George we are gonna lock you both up in these and have our fun with your bodies maybe we will mix you up or leave you scattered around the room, maybe we shall put your heads on that shelf over there until morning, NOW get nude and get in” they both did as they was told after all it was only fair.

Lying down in the box, Sarah secured James’ body around his waist, around his knees, ankles, wrists, also using the finger separators like they did to Sam earlier, they next restricted his chest with a secure placement at his tummy than across his upper chest, “so now your nice and secure I think you need a gag also just like you did to me” Sarah said “what that’s ghns erfg war” James tried to say “too late Bitch” Sarah said as she inflated the gag in James mouth, “Right George your next” Sarah said as she looked at both George then Sam

“Yeah, George in ya Box boy” Sam said returning stare “don’t worry we won’t gag you, well maybe” she then Said to George as he got in to the 2nd box and they applied all the restraints binding both James and George in the boxes as they was the girls before them had been.

Ok lads, time to take you all apart as they both felt their arms, hands, legs, even their head all being separated from their own bodies. Placed on the table side by side was George’s body parts “you can stay here” Sarah said to George laughing as she left his head facing the wall, positioned next to his feet, with the rest stacked beside him.

“As for you James, you see that shelf over there” pointing to the wall ahead of her, we are going to leave you there for a few hours facing the wall, as myself and Sam go off to do some shopping, we shall scatter your body parts throughout this shop storage room maybe we shall leave legs on the top shelf or in a cupboard, might dump your feet outside in the bin who knows, you won’t as your gagged and facing the wall Bitch she muttered

James just mumbled something like “hmmph yovh Birhh,” “what was that James, oh well see you later boys” Sam said as they both finished leaving the body parts scattered around and walked out of the room, “Later Lads” Sam said. as she walked out. George, still able to chat, said great work James, we now part of the rubbish your body most likely scattered all over the place and I’m just stacked like boxes in the corner that were no longer needed. Suddenly, after fifteen minutes, James and George heard something behind them, and were pleased to see the girl’s return. “wonder what the boys are up to,” Sam Said, “No more boys but body parts” Sarah mentioned after “HAHAHA” they both laughed as they came back into the room.

Suddenly they all heard a whisper, “Test my boxes? You will fall apart,those who tried, let’s now to make a start, anything that moves will fall off you, but then those that have been separated will remain as so, unless you know the code so as not to go.”

“What was that?” Sarah said and then she saw her hands fall off of her arms, then her arms detaching from her body first her right arm dropped off them her left followed suite, after a moment her legs fell away leaving her to just drop to the ground with a thud landing on her waist as her butt and pussy had separated and fell off also where the lads had placed blades through then both they just fell to pieces as she did her head fell off rolling across the floor, “Noooo o oo ooo oo” she muttered, as she then found her own tongue to fall out of her mouth rendering her speechless she suddenly found herself face up so to speak, but it didn’t stop there the voice had said anything that moves will fall off, suddenly her own eyes fell out of her head rolling across the floor to land next to Sam’s head was also eye less and Sam also saw that her tongue had fallen out to land in the dirt on the floor and with her eyes she looked over at Sam who also found herself and her body parts scattered across the ground all mixed up with Sarahs.

George had witnessed all this happening to his friends and

“Now what do we do we are all separated body parts no longer whole” george said Looking at a speechless tongue less eye less Sarah & Sam who were flapping their mouths open and closed but nothing but garbled words came out, with their eyes rolling around on the floor,

George said “did it not say know the code’ well everyone when I read that message I also saw another message under it and that said to counter the curse say this message in reverse” “wht is thet suposssed to mwean” Said Sam as she mumbled some words.

“Let me try Something” said George. “reverse in message this say curse the counter.. To” Both Sarah & Sam felt a funny feeling like something inside them was working backwards suddenly her head with her eyes and tongue rejoined her body then her arms legs and hands feet rejoined where they were supposed to be, and Sarah found she could talk again, Sarah looked over at Sam to see she was also becoming a whole person once more

Within a few minutes, they were both back as naked women, but more especially whole people with no missing limbs or heads. “Could you put me and James back together now please ladies,” George said. This is scaring me now.

They both laughed and said Sure as they grabbed James off the shelf,and took out the gag from James’ mouth. He kept quiet but looked at Sarah with crossed eyes and with a worried expression. Sarah looked at James’ head in the box, and said “I’d love to keep you this way forever you could be my personal pussy cleaner, after every time i go to the toilet” As she looked at James and bending closer to him giving his a kiss while also saying ” Kidding babes”

James thought a few cross words but decided best to say nothing at all.

After ten minutes had passed, the lads were for the last time back as whole boys again.

You girls owe us a favour, said James. “Oh yes, what would that be?” said Sam. well why don’t you bend over and find out “OHHHHH” Said Sarah. as they both turned round bending at the waist, as She closed her eyes while looking at both Sam and George.

“Come get us Lads”.

The End…

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Everyone in this story is 18+. What happened, what didn’t, and what might? That’s for you to decide. Reader discretion advised.

He moved in three days ago. A little too polite. A little too eager to please. The kind of boy who calls you ma’am by accident–and then doesn’t know where to look after. I noticed the way his eyes lingered. I didn’t say anything. Not yet. I just watched.

Me–on the couch, coffee in hand.

Him–setting his bedsheet in the room across the hall.

I knew I’d make him mine the minute he said “sorry” when I caught him staring.

It started the first night.

He rang the doorbell at 6:43 PM, sharp. Backpack slung low. Nervous smile. I opened the door in a long cotton robe–thin enough to be polite, tight enough to punish him for staring.

“Ma’am… I mean, hello, hi–I’m Aryan. The tenant.”

His voice was deeper than I expected. I liked that. But he wouldn’t meet my eyes. Not until I asked, “Are you going to stand out there all night?”

He stepped inside, and the Delhi monsoon wind followed him in. Wet hair. Leather bag. Boy trying to act like a man.

That night, I made him tea. Masala, just the way I like it. I didn’t ask what he wanted. He drank it quietly.

And when I turned to walk into my room, I felt his eyes pause.

Not just look.

Pause.

That was when I knew.

He’d be calling me ma’am for real soon enough.

That night, the power cut for ten minutes. Delhi bursa bayan eskort monsoon doing what it does best. I lit a candle in the hallway and stood by his door, listening to the soft rustle of sheets.

He was awake.

I tapped once. “Aryan?”

A pause. Then: “Yes, ma’am?”

His voice was quieter than before.

I pushed the door open slightly. He was sitting up, phone screen glowing against his face. His hair was damp from his shower, his grey t-shirt clinging slightly to his chest.

“I brought you a blanket,” I said. “It gets colder than you’d expect sometimes.”

“Oh. Thank you.” He hesitated, unsure whether to stand, take it, or stay where he was.

I stepped inside and crossed the room. Bent just enough to drape the blanket over him. The candlelight caught my skin. His eyes didn’t know where to land–until they did.

Lower.

He tried not to stare, but the effort made it worse. His breathing slowed. His thighs tensed under the thin bedsheet. I could see him fighting it, the way good boys do.

I took my time smoothing the blanket across his lap. I felt the heat from his body before I even touched him.

“There,” I said. “Now you’re all tucked in.”

He nodded, silent. Not meeting my eyes anymore.

I stepped back.

“Good night, baby,”

I whispered.

“Sweet dreams. I think I know what they’ll be about.”

I walked out. Slowly.

He doesn’t bursa escort bayan know it yet. But I’ve already claimed him.

The next morning, I sat on the couch in my robe, sipping coffee, legs tucked under me. The rain had calmed. The fan spun slow.

I heard him in his room, setting his bedsheet–just like the first night.

Then his voice, nervous, low:

“Ma’am… I wanted to say sorry. For last night.”

I looked up.

He stood at the door, barefoot. Shoulders slouched slightly, eyes uncertain. Trying to be decent. Trying not to remember the way his body responded when I leaned in.

“Sorry for…?”

He swallowed. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

I didn’t smile. Not yet. I just stood.

Walked to him, slow.

“Do you think I hadn’t noticed?” I said softly. “You’re in my home. You’ll learn to behave in it.”

He nodded, flustered. Embarrassed, but not walking away.

I tilted his chin up with one finger.

“You want to be good, don’t you?”

His breath caught. “Yes, ma’am.”

There it was. The break.

I stepped back. Sat on the couch again, legs crossed.

“Then show me.”

He hesitated.

“Now.”

He moved. Quiet. Crossed the room with slow, unsure steps. His head down. His guilt trying to fight the heat.

He stopped in front of me.

I didn’t say anything. Just looked.

He understood.

He sank to his knees.

That’s when I smiled.

“Shut the door, Aryan.

And kneel.”

He knelt.

His hands folded neatly. Head bowed. Breathing soft and shallow like a boy who knows he’s already gone too far.

It’s been one day.

One day under my roof and he’s on the floor, obedient and unsure, trying to decide if he should feel ashamed or aroused.

I sipped my coffee again. Let the silence stretch.

He doesn’t know if this is some private hell or a dream come true. He’s too new to the city. Too young to know the difference.

Probably wondering how fast he fell into this. If it’s normal for a landlady to whisper commands while you stare at her chest by candlelight.

If she says good boy and means it.

I could feel it–his shame, his lust, his fear.

But I didn’t care.

I enjoyed it.

Would he tell his friends? Brag about it in college?

Or would he keep it quiet, like something sacred?

He doesn’t realize it yet, but he’s already given me more than an apology.

He’s given me his will.

And now I wonder–what else will he give me?

I leaned forward slightly. His eyes didn’t lift, but I felt his spine straighten.

“Good boy,” I murmured.

He shivered.

To be continued…

If he’s already kneeling on day one… imagine what he’ll do by day ten.

I write what I’ve lived, imagined, or secretly wanted.

Some of it happened. Some of it might. You decide.

If you want more–uncut scenes, his private journal, or just to say thank you, Ma’am–I accept roses here:

[Ko-fi link coming soon]

Every rose tells me how much you want Part 2.

And trust me… Part 2 is darker.

— Ruby

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Friday rolled around and I prepared for Louise’s weekly massage. I reset the table and restocked my oils and hand towels and looked at the clock. I had just a few minutes till she arrived. I turned up the heat in the room and took off all my clothes. Louise said it was my option, but she would prefer me to be naked, collared and caged when I worked on her. That has always been one of my main fantasies since I became a massage therapist, so I was definitely going to do it. I heard the doorbell ring and went and opened the door. Louise walked in, smiling as she saw me nude.

“Very nice,” she said.

Again, I was struck by the transformation in her. Her clothing was sophisticated and sexy without being too obvious. Her hair was styled, her nails looked perfect. She had always been well dressed before, but never so stylish.

I asked the usual questions before I started. What she wanted today, her goal for the session, et cetera. She said she wanted the same as last week. I led her down to the table and said we would start face down and I would go wash my hands. I turned to go to the sink and she cleared her throat. I turned back and she was standing there with one raised eyebrow. It only took me a second to figure it out. I returned and undressed her. I was so hard in my cage it hurt, but I carefully removed her suit, helped her step out of her heels, took off her jewelry and finally removed her bra and panties and folded back the sheet so she could get on the table. I went and washed my hands and tried to catch my breath.

Getting what I always wanted was not easy. I had always wanted to be teased and denied, but the reality was very frustrating. I went back to the table and began my work. That did help me focus. I was still aroused but once my hands started moving I got into the rhythm and gave Louise a superb, if I do say so myself, sensual relaxing massage. Even though I had undressed her for the massage, I still draped her professionally and only uncovered what I was working on. I finished with scalp massage and then the feet and after washing my hands went back and rested my hands on her shoulders and told her I was done. I assumed she would want me to dress her so I released her shoulders and rolled my stool back to give space.

“Move your stool to the foot of the table and sit quietly,” she said.

I did and she threw off the sheets and scooted down on the table. She lifted her legs and rested them on my shoulders.

“Watch,” she said.

Louise started touching herself. She played with her breasts for a little bit, then her right hand moved between her legs. I stayed seated on my stool and just stared. My cage was killing me and watching her touch herself was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. She was very relaxed and apparently aroused from the massage. It did not take her long to climax. Her legs trembled on my shoulders and I couldn’t decide whether to watch her fingers rub her pussy or watch her face or stare at her breasts. Her back arched and she let out a little squeak as she peaked and then collapsed back on the table. I sat there with her legs on my shoulders gazing at her amazing body till she spoke.

“Help me sit up.”

I let her legs slide off my shoulders and down my arms. I reached up and took her hands and she sat up. My face was inches from her belly bursa escort bayan and her breasts. She released my hands and I rolled back and stood up and waited. She looked at my cock swelling through the bars of my cage and reached one manicured finger out and rubbed the flesh. I gasped and my knees went week. Louise smiled and looked at me.

“That was lovely.”

Louise stood and I dressed her. I was a bit light headed and fumbled a few times. I didn’t have a lot of experience dressing women. I got it done and Louise picked up her purse.

“I have a session scheduled with Gillian for Monday afternoon. Can you go with me?”

“Yes,” I answered. I’d do anything to keep this going.

“May I ask you a personal question?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Do you masturbate? After these massages or other things?”

Wow that was personal.

“Not lately,” I said. “I’ve been single for a few years, so I did, but since the body retreat I haven’t.”

“Why not?”

I wasn’t sure what to say.

“What we are doing is really pushing my submissive buttons. I know that I can get addicted to the cage.”

Louise looked at her watch.

“I really have to go. If you don’t mind, can we talk about that sometime? Your submissive buttons as you call them?”

I nodded.

“One more thing. I’d like to ask a favor.”

I nodded.

“Don’t masturbate unless I am watching.”

“Yes, Louise,” I replied.

She looked me up and down. I loved being nude with a collar and cage and having her look at me was hot. She smiled and walked up the stairs and left.

I’ll admit, it was a tough weekend. Several times I picked up my phone to text Louise and ask if she wanted to come over and watch me masturbate. I was so wound up. I chickened out every time. I don’t know why. She obviously wanted to watch me. Or control me. I stayed busy to get my mind off it. I sent out a text blast with a discount on massages over the weekend. I’m not sure that was a good idea. Working on bodies while aroused so much made it more difficult. I got good tips though. I was so distracted I ended up giving my clients extra time or attention. Silver lining.

Monday I was ready for the trip to Gillian’s. Louise pulled in and I opened the her door and then the passenger door for her to move so I could drive. She was texting while I drove. Finally, she pul the phone down and looked at me.

“I was arranging with Gillian what I wanted today. How are you?”

“I’m good,” I replied. I didn’t add that I had been squirming in my cage all weekend.

We pulled into Gillian’s driveway and she greeted us at the door. I started to undress but Gillian motioned for me to wait. She and Louise went into a sideroom for a moment and Louise came out and gestured for me to go in. I went in and Gillian had a couple sheets of paper in her hands.

“This is the kink inventory you did for Louise. I just want to confirm with you that everything on this list is still okay with you?”

I glanced at it and nodded.

“And let’s go over safe words again and also how to communicate if you can’t speak.”

We went over all the verbal and non-verbal safe words then went back into the main room. Louise was pacing back and forth. Her heels were clicking on the floor as she walked. Gillian told bursa escort sitesi her we were all set. Louise walked over and attached a leash to my collar.

“Follow me.”

She led me to a table and picked up a ball gag and fastened it around my head.

“Strip,” she commanded.

I did. Quickly. Trying to fold my clothes neatly as she watched me. She led me by the leash to another table that was covered with sensation toys. My heart was racing. She left me there to look at the collection of clothes pins, floggers, candles, et cetera. She came back in a moment with a blindfold. She put it over my eyes and led me to the center of the room. She attached some cuffs to my wrists and then my hands were pulled over my head by ropes. I was trying to breathe through my nose or around the ball gag. I gasped as she touched me. I think it was just her finger nails at first. She circled me alternating between gently running her soft hands over my chest and back with dragging her nails along my skin. It was hard to hold still as she did so. Soon, she stopped and I heard little noises from the toy table. My ass exploded in pain. There was a moment to get my breath and then my ass exploded again. She flogged me at least a dozen times and then I felt her warm hands caressing my ass and soothing it. Then she flogged me again. And again she soothed my burning ass with her hands. She went back to the table and returned to stand in front of me.

“Do you want me to continue?” she asked in a husky voice.

I nodded. Vigorously.

“Good boy,” she whispered.

She started rubbing one of my nipples with her finger tips. It felt amazing. Then I jerked and thrashed in the chains. My nipple hurt so badly. I think it was a clothes pin. While that nipple burned she rubbed my other one. I couldn’t focus on anything. The combination of white hot pain and soft finger tips on my nipples was overwhelming. Then my other nipple burst into flame as she put a clothes pin on it.

I felt her breath on my cheek and her lips were at my ear.

“This makes me very happy,” she whispered.

She raised the blindfold off my eyes and after I adjusted to the light I looked into her eyes. She flicked the clothes pins on my nipples and I jerked.

“You do want me to be happy, don’t you?”

I nodded and tried to say yes around the ball gag.

She flicked the clothes pins again.

“That’s so sweet.”

She put the blindfold back in place and I heard her walk to the toy table. Soon she started up again with a different flogger. She flogged me much more gently this time. Little slaps spaced out all over my body. Inner thighs, stomach, ass. Even though they were gentler taps, they made the clothes pins on my nipples shake. By now I was gone. I was so deep in subspace I just lost myself in the sensation. I realized that she had stopped. I felt hands remove my blindfold and Gillian was in front of me.

“Are you ok?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Need a break?” she asked.

I shook my head no. She looked into my eyes for a moment and nodded. She started to put the blindfold back on but I heard Louise tell her not to. Gillian removed it completely and walked away. Louise rolled a little table over. Then she walked over to my clothes and felt my pockets till she found my key ring. She walked back over.

“Is the key to the cage on this?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Must be this one,” she said.

She looked down and fumbled as she figured out how to remove the cage. She took off the tube and then the base ring. My cock was free for the first time in several weeks. I was half hard. She put the cage on the table and lit a match and then lit a couple of candles. She picked one up and watched till there was a nice little pool of melted wax. She looked down at my half hard cock and dribbled wax along the shaft. My body just tensed up into a spasm as the sensation from the hot wax overwhelmed me. Even though my eyes were open and the blindfold was gone, I wasn’t aware of anything. My vision returned and Louise was looking at me smiling. She looked down and adjusted her aim and poured a steady stream of wax onto the head of my cock. I almost screamed as I thrashed in the restraints. Again as I recovered she was standing in front of me looking me in the eyes. She poured wax on my cock a couple of more times and then blew out the candle. She put it down and looked at my cock.

“Hmmm. What do we do about all that wax?”

She took somethings off the table. I couldn’t see what she was doing. Then she held her right hand up in front of me. She put pointy metal finger devices on. They looked like fake nails but very sharp.

“Look at me,” she said.

I looked at her and she held my eyes with hers. She held my cock in her left hand and with her right started stroking my cock with the metal fingers. I jerked and gasped everytime. Her one hand was so warm and soft and the other was so intense. I was close to cumming. She must have sensed that because she paused and just let my cock rest in her hand. Gillian came over and whispered in Louise’s ear. Louise nodded and let go of my cock. She walked over to the table and took off the finger toys. Gillian lowered my hands from pullies and released the cuffs. I saw Louise walk over to a throne type chair in the corner and sit down and cross her legs. I took the hint and went and knelt in front of her. My mind still wasn’t all the way back. I was still being flooded with sensations from the floggings, the wax and the torture. I knelt in waiting position.

“I enjoyed that,” Louise said. “Loot at me.”

I looked up at her. I can’t describe the look on her face. She held my eyes and then she held out her hand. It was my cage.

I took it. I tried to get back into it. Louise sat and watched as I tried to get my aroused and tortured cock back into the chastity cage. Every time I tried I got hard. I looked up at her.

“I can’t do it. I’m too aroused.”

“I want you in the cage,” she replied.

I looked around for Gillian.

“Do you have any ice?” I asked.

Gillian left the room and came back with a hand towel full of ice. I knelt there in front of Louise and held the ice pack against my crotch. It was very uncomfortable but finally my cock shrank enough that I could get the chastity cage on. When it was on, Louise told me to get dressed. We left quickly because we had run late and Gillian had another client coming.

Louise reclined the passenger seat and took a short nap as I drove us back to my house. I pulled in the driveway and opened the passenger door for Louse. She waked around and got behind the wheel.

“Thank you for a lovely afternoon. I’ll see you Friday.”

She drove off and I walked into my house wondering what I had gotten into. And how I would get by without tearing off the cage and masturbating over and over.

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