Categories:
| On 4 years ago

"hope in tamil-jai rao"

My wife was out of town for the week, which left me without much to do besides watching TV or…

I need to put my mind at ease, somehow, yet my current situation seems to prohibit any kind of mercy.…

Mona entered the plush office of her boss, John Powers, exactly at 5:15. She had been coming to his office every working day ever since he had caught her stealing $5000 from his private funds. She locked the door and turned toward his desk. He waited, as always, behind the large walnut desk for Mona to arrive and start the session that he had been thinking about all day. Mona had hated the thing at first but after several weeks, she had grown to like it. Powers had told her that she would go to jail or… she could be his “Sex Slave”! Now after finishing up the day’s work of typing and filling papers, she would finish this task! Mona wore the tight black dress with the scoop neckline that he liked so much. When she got down on her knees before him and began to fumble at his pants zipper, he enjoyed the wonderful view down into Mona’s bosom and the deep, firm cleavage she possessed. “Hello Mona Dear! You’re right on time as always,” Powers said as he moved his legs so that Mona could get closer to him. Powers’ wall stereo played softly in the background as Mona unzipped his slacks. Mona remembered the first day and how terrified she was, but now she rather enjoyed the feel of his penis in her mouth and the way it would grow and harden under her lips and tongue. The way she could get him to moan and beg her as she expertly massaged his member to complete erection and then to explode with his customary groans of pleasure. During those minutes, Mona felt more feminine and desirable than any time in her life and she tried to improve her technique each time they met. Mona drew out his soft cock and kissed the tip. With her eyes closed, she opened her ruby lips and encircled the warm flesh and slowly lowered her mouth onto his member. John Powers enjoyed the sight of his personal secretary as she bobbed up and down between his open legs. Her honey-blond hair fell down over his thighs and her full firm breasts touched his legs when she leaned forward. He had always thought she resembled the late movie star: Marilyn Monroe and she did a bit, except that Mona had bigger, firmer breasts and her legs were longer. Later when she had brought a great sigh from Powers lips and he had almost caused her to gag on the quantity of his pearly liquid spurting down her throat, he had Mona move to his large overstuffed chair and he turned her so he could undo the six buttons on the back of her dress. He pulled it down and then unfastened the wide bra strap at her back. Mona wore a custom made white underwire model 36D that had panels of sheer lace along the sides and fitted her perfectly. John Powers slid the straps down her arms and dropped the garment by the chair. Now he pushed Mona back into the chair and kissed each of her full breasts, newly released from the cloth prison. He sucked her pink nipped tips until Mona tried to pull away, as he nipped one erect nub, and she gasped, “Oh John! Please! You can’t bite them like that! It HURTS!” John continued kissing and sucking Mona’s breasts for a time and then stopped. He held her by the shoulders and looking into her green eyes, told her :” Mona, my dear, I want you to spend a weekend with a friend of mine. A Doctor and his wife.” Mona was slipping the bra back on and pulling her dress back in place. “What? You want me to go to a stranger and spend the night?,” she said. Powers continued: “You will have dinner with my friend Doctor Morrieau and his wife; Vanisa. They have wanted to meet you and they have a large, beautiful home in the Spring Oaks part of Town. You’ll love them both!” Powers was locking up now and Mona followed him out the office door. ” I’ll pick you up at 8:00 and we’ll have an exciting evening. Mona…… wear the red strapless dress with black lacy thigh high hose, the red heels and that bra with the two holes cut out”! Powers smiled at Mona’s troubled looks and he knew she hated the outfit he bought for her and especially the black bra that allowed her nipples to protrude through and could be seen through the thin material of the red dress. Also the bra would keep her nipples tormented and erect all evening and she would no doubt, be blushing all evening. At 8:30, Powers big black Town car pulled up in the covered drive of the Doctor’s mansion. Mona shivered as she saw the man dressed in a dark suit, as he opened the car door and helped her out. “Good evening Miss and you Mister Powers! The Morrieaus are waiting in the living room for you both.”, the man servant said. Mona noticed the man’s wrist as he helped her out; a black leather band with a small silver chain encircled his wrist. She noticed he wore one on his other wrist also. “Good Evening Boris “!, Powers said as he opened his door and then got out. He took Mona into the mansion, past the smiling servant who held the door open for them. Inside Mona was greeted by the hosts; a tall, well dressed, dark haired, smiling man of 45 years, who kissed Mona’s hand and his wife; a slim, attractive raven haired woman of 35 who was dressed in a long black strapless dress also. Mona noticed she had a black leather wristband also, with the silver chain on the outside of the strap. Mona could see that she had small breasts. “Mona, I want you to meet my good friends ; Doctor and Mrs. Morrieau ,” Powers said to Mona. “Call me Vanisa, my dear. I love your dress and that fabulous figure of yours!,” the doctor’s wife said. “And this is MONA!,” John Powers said. “Dinner is served,” Boris said and they entered into the dining room; a large room, well lighted and a large table set for four. Boris served the dinner of lobster and then later a baked Alaska for dessert. All during the meal, the servant poured chilled champagne for the four. It seemed to Mona, that a soon as she took a sip from her glass, it was filled again to the top. Mona noticed the walls were filled with many paintings; mostly nudes of women. Some were nude women, bound and gagged. In the corner of the room was a marble sculpture on a walnut pedestal. It was a nude woman ; bound and gagged and her arms raised above her head, the wrists tied together over her head; a real rope ran from the marble wrists to the ceiling above to a silver ring hanging there. The stone figure had full breasts, the nipples plainly erect. Mona had a feeling of dread come over her as she looked at the sculpture. After dinner, Powers excused himself and left the Doctor’s home. “Have a fine time here this weekend and try to enjoy yourself ,” John Powers said to Mona as he shook hands with the Doctor. ” And learn from your hosts, my dear, what ever they teach you!.” Doctor Morrieau and Vanisa each took hold of one of Mona’s arms and led her into the den. “Now, Mona dear, It’s time to watch some interesting films. Have you ever heard of a movie called “The Story of O”?, Dr. Morrieau whispered to her.Nudist beach girl nudeThe den was a large walnut panelled room with a large screen TV on the far wall and a complete home theater sound system installed. Opposite the screen was a large, curved couch; in beige leather. The room had indirect, dimmed lighting and along each wall were several nude oil paintings of bound and gagged women. Mona could see one that looked like a portrait of Vanisa. She was clad in a black leather corset that left her tiny breasts bare; her arms tied behind her and her mouth fitted with a red ball, held in place with a black leather strap. She was tied to a post and behind her was a male figure who held in his hand a whip or was it a rope? Mona shivered with fear, as she gazed with growing horror at the pictures and wished her boss had taken her with him, when he left. Doctor Morrieau started the movie and Vanisa exited the room saying: ” I’ll be right back Mona my dear! I want to get into something more comfortable, to watch the video.” Boris stood behind the couch, in the darkness, silently waiting for any orders from his master. The movie began. It was a French version of the classic tale of “O,” with English subtitles. The Doctor sat next to Mona on the couch, his shoulder and arm touching her. Then minutes later, Vanisa entered the room and sat on the other side of Mona. Mrs. Morrieau was clad in a black leather corset and black thigh high hose with black high heels. She wore a small black mask and carried a short leather whip. “I see you started the movie without me!, she said to them. Mona couldn’t think of anything to say and stared at the TV screen where a young French woman was shown being led into a large mansion by her lover and told to learn and desire the experiences she would be shown in the following days at the “Rosserie.” Mona watched as the woman “O” is stripped and whipped by masked men and chained to the wall in her room. In the darkness, Mona feels a hand on her knee and a whispered voice in her ear: ” We’re getting near the good parts, Mona my dear!’, Vanisa breathes. Mona watched the video silently in the dimly lighted room and wanted to get up and run out of the house, but it seemed that part of her wanted to see what her dinner partners were going to do. When the movie ended, Dr. Morrieau turned to Mona and brought out a pair of black leather wrist restraint-handcuffs. (Steel handcuffs with leather padding where the cuffs touched the wrists.) He snapped them on Mona and said: “Now my child, the real instruction begins!” Mona tried to say something in protest, but at the same time Vanisa began to unzip Mona’s dress in back. In a second, Mona’s “custom bra” was exposed and they were amused at her embarrassment and blushing when Vanisa called to her husband, “OH my dear, HOW very KINKY! Look dear at her darling pink nipples!” Quickly, with the Doctor holding Mona’s wrists, Vanisa unsnapped the strapless white brassiere and with a gleeful laugh, stripped it off and filled her hands with Mona’s full, firm breasts! Mona’s eyes opened wide and she screamed out loud: ” LET ME GO! YOU PERVERTED BITCH!” YOU’RE BOTH A PAIR OF PERVERTS!” Mona tried to tear herself free, but Vanisa held on tightly and pulled Mona close to her. “I’ve been wanting to see those magnificent, big tithes of yours all night, my dear! ……..and Rupert, they are indeed REAL!” Mona had turned a deeper shade of red as they struggled on the couch and she was angry and embarrassed; frightened and excited. The doctor pulled Mona to her feet and holding her arms above her head allowed Vanisa to completely disrobe the blonde woman. When she removed Mona’s white bikini panties, Vanisa remarked: “Ahhhh, you’re not a real blonde, are you?,” as the dark triangle of trimmed hair appeared. They let Mona keep on her dark thigh- high hose and her high heels. “Now we will retire to the “Training Room,” Rupert said as he led Mona downstairs into a wine cellar. Boris, the butler gathered up all of Mona’s clothing from the carpet and divan. Looking to see if anyone was watching, he took Mona’s white bikini panties and held them to his nose, before he stuffed them into his pants pocket. Mona was tied with a nylon rope hanging from a ring in the ceiling to her handcuffed wrists and the rope was pulled tight, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes. Her arms were up over her head and her breasts thrust out, the pink nipples fully erect. Her rump was pushed out in back and a pair of stage lights illuminated the scene . “Excuse me, my dear, I need to change into something more appropriate. I’ll be right back!” The wine cellar was part wine cellar and part Dungeon! The walls were stone, with a high ceiling of heavy wood timbers. Mona hung from the rope and tied to see the wall to her left, as it appeared to be covered with tools and ropes… or whips. The wall was filled with a collection of bondage items; whips, paddles, gags and other restraints. Before she had time to study them, Vanisa came up to Mona and pulled her close, pressing her lips onto Mona’s mouth and thrusting her tongue deep into Mona’s mouth! Mona recoiled, trying to evade Vanisa’s advances. In a few minutes, Vanisa tired of Mona’s lips and moved lower. She captured Mona’s right nipple in her mouth and began sucking it with increasing suction. She kissed and sucked the breasts and nipples until Vanisa’s mouth grew tired. Mona struggled against the leather- clad woman and tried to resist her, but she allowed a moan of pleasure escape her mouth as Vanisa ran her tongue across her sensitive, tortured nipples. Dr. Morrieau returned wearing a black leather vest and a pair of long black leather skin- tight pants. He wore black boots with zippers along the sides and a small face mask. “NOW we can begin!” The servant carried a video camera and a tripod. “Your Master and Boss John Powers wants a full report of this weekend, Mona Dear. We will record the training sessions,” Rupert said. Boris helped the Doctor attach another pair of restrains around Mona’s ankles. The leather covered bands had a small pair of chains that were locked to a pair of rings set in the concrete floor. Mona’s feet were pulled apart and she heard the click of a padlock snapped into place, locking the chain to the ring. Boris did the same to Mona’s other ankle. Boris wore some black leather pants, black boots and was shirtless. His hairy chest visible to Mona as he stepped back into the shadows of the wine cellar and she also noted the large bulge of his cock beneath the thin leather. Vanisa brought out a pair of nipple clamps and after teasing and pinching Mona’s nipples so that they both were erect, she attached them to the tortured pink tips. Mona tried to shrink back, but she was held in the grip of the tight chains and she could only sway back an inch or so. Vanisa had a small silver chain that she attached to each clamp and she gave it a yank, pulling Mona’s breasts out, the nipples becoming pointed and sending a sharp wave of pain through her and bringing tears to her eyes. “Oooohhhh YOU BITCH WITCH!,” Mona screamed at her tormentor. “What are you doing this to me?,” Mona asked. Vanisa answered :” This is just part of the training that John Powers asked us to do for him, because he wants you to be his Sex Slave!… didn’t he tell you dear?,” Vanisa said and laughed at Mona’s shocked, surprised look. Before Mona could say another word, the Doctor appeared in front and showed Mona a wood paddle. It was an 18 inch long, 1/2 inch thick piece of wood with a carved handle. “This is my favorite one, Mona dear and it really gets your attention, as you will soon see… and feel! ,” he said as he steeped behind the woman hanging from the ceiling, her legs spread apart clad in black thigh-high lacy top stockings and wearing the black high heel pumps. For a second, Rupert studied the pinkish tan curves of Mona’s firm, cool rump and then he swung back and with all his might brought the paddle down across Mona’s trembling ass. Mona screamed and almost thrust herself free of her restraints. Before the red hot sheet of pain could fully engulf her, another blow was delivered to her round rump. Mona’s breasts were thrusting forward with each swat and she was pleading with the Doctor to stop. Between her screams and gasps, she was yelling: “Ooohhhh Please PLEASE! It HURTS SO……MUCH! AAaaaaeeeeeeEEE! OHH I CAN”T STAND IT!!! Oooohhhhhhh PLEASE “! Mona’s hair had fallen over her eyes and she was cover with sweat. Her rear was burning like fire and had developed a ruby glow; red marks criss-crossed her backside and the backs of her thighs. After about 15 minutes of spanking had taken place, the cellar was quiet except for the sounds of Mona softly crying and the Doctor as he panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Mona hung from her wrists, completely exhausted, trying to catch her breath. Vanisa stepped out from watching her husband teach Mona about the value of the Paddle and held a small black leather whip. Many strands of leather strips had been plated together to form the handle. The length of the whip was about five feet and Vanisa took a position of about four feet in back of Mona. The whip first landed across Mona’s back, bringing a less vocal scream from her, but when Vanisa moved down to her thighs, Mona responded with louder screams. Vanisa ended the “training” with several whips to Mona’s breasts and after removing the clamps, took careful aim at her perfect nipples, which received several strokes of the stinging leathers. Mona was thoroughly worn out and was almost about ready to pass out. Rupert signalled to Boris and Mona was released from the chains and taken down. “Give her a hot bath and put her in the bedroom next door. Put her in an ankle chain before you lock the door,” the Doctor said, as he helped Vanisa put away the paddle and the whip.taboo porn sex photoMona lay face up on the bed, in the darkness of the room. She burned and ached in just about every part of her body. Her butt seemed to throb with every heartbeat and her poor nipples surely must have been torn from her breasts. A band of metal was locked around her right ankle and a medium sized chain ran from it up to a ring set in the ceiling. She could move off the bed to a toilet in the corner of the room if she wished, but the concrete floor was cold to her bare feet, so she remained in bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to figure out why the two people hated her so much and why the monster she worked for had done this to her. There was a small night light in the ceiling that allowed her to see somewhat. She could see that she was still completely nude and that except for the bed, chain and toilet, the room was bare. She lay for several minutes, trying to drift off into sleep, when she sensed that someone else was in the room. Suddenly, a body leaped on top of her and a cloth was forced into her mouth and tied tightly with a strip of cloth or a short piece of rope. Hands held her arms and Mona felt the coarse chest hair of a man press down onto her bare breasts and cause her nipples more pain. Boris had her wrists strapped to small rings that were located on either side of the bed and whispered to her: “Don’t struggle so……. I will not do you any harm. I just want you to know you have a friend here…….a friend who loves you and wants to ……make LOVE …….to You!” Mona tried to get his chest away from her very sensitive nipples and answered him with a “Un Huh!,” but with the gag in place, it came out as a muffled, “Um mmmm.” Was this really happening to her? Or was she dreaming it all? Before she could think another thought, she felt fingers at her breasts, touching them, then cupping both of the “D cup” mounds and then pinching the tender erecting tips. His lips covered each of her nipples now and Mona tightly shut her eyes, expecting more pain, but this time his warm, wet tongue soothed her and it felt good for a change. Boris continued his sucking and kissing until he felt his cock become fully erect and then he quickly pressed it toward Mona’s moist pussy lips and swiftly inserted it fully into her. Mona gasped and she tried to arch her back, but only succeeded to flatten her round breasts against the man’s chest. Now he was beginning to thrust the hard penis deeper and slowly withdraw it in steady, even strokes, forcing Mona to emit a gasp as he pressed in and a moan of pleasure as he brought his manhood almost out of her. After several minutes of this, where only the sounds to be heard were the moans and gasps coming from Mona and some sounds from Boris and the bed creaking……he felt her muscles gripping his staff increase their pressure and his balls were beginning to tighten up; his orgasm swiftly approaching. Then he heard Mona let out a muffled “UuuuMmmmmmmmmmmm! ,” just as he felt the explosion like spasm empty his sperm into her. In the weeks that followed, Mona was whipped when she did not follow orders and she was instructed in various ways to please her Master ; Doctor Rupert and her real Master ; John Powers. She was allowed to dine with her teachers, dressed in a black silk cape that was attached to a thin black leather collar around her neck. The cape was as long as Mona but she was told to never allow the cloth to conceal her round breasts and rosy nipples and if she failed to do this, she was whipped and/or spanked that night. The hair covering her pussy lips was shaved by Boris and observed by Rupert and Vanisa one night, while they all drank champagne and laughed at Mona as she blushed and hung her head in shame during the ordeal. While Rupert held Mona’s arms from behind her, with Mona sitting in a straight chair, the servant applied the warm shave cream and used a safety razor, while Vanisa poured the champagne and studied the operation closely. After Boris was finished, Vanisa grabbed the towel away from Boris and cleaned the left over shave cream from Mona’s belly and her open thighs. When her slick slit appeared, free of any protection, Vanisa brought her lips close and kissed her pussy, laughing: “Oh Mona Dear……now you’re really sweet enough to eat”! Mona blushed deeper and looked down, saying nothing. Boris continued to visit Mona at night, in her room and he unlocked the chain from her ankle during the time he made love to her. Mona hated these meetings at first but as the weeks passed, she began to look forward to the servant’s gentle touch and his large, firm cock that filled her completely and gave her many powerful orgasms, that caused her to scream out and to loose control of her mind as she experienced the waves of pleasure roll over her as they both came at the same time. The day that Mona left her Instructors and was delivered back to her boss; John Powers, was both a sad and joyful day. Mona was dressed in a tight black mini dress with a low neckline. Her legs were encased in grey thigh high, lace top hose and her shoes were open toed black leather with 5 inch heels. Mona wore a black bra with the tips cut out so that her nipples were slightly visible beneath the taunt cloth. When she walked, her heavy breasts swung a little and bounced if she walked fast, to the joy of any male eyes that might be watching her. Her breasts and belly had been perfumed and her black bikini panties had been scented with a perfume that Powers liked. Her hair had been done and she wore a pair of new pearl earrings. Her lips were fixed with a deep red lipstick and her eyelids done with a light blue shade, she felt very beautiful…….and she was. On her wrist was a black leather bracelet with a silver chain on the outside. Mona had been taught to keep her head bowed and her eyes down when confronting her Master/Boss and not to look directly at him, unless she was spoken to. She was given a white apron to put on and told to serve coffee to Powers and several of his vice-presidents at a meeting that took place at 1:00. She had been instructed to lean low when serving the coffee to the men, so that they might get a nice view of her full breasts as they reached for the coffee cups and not to resist, if a hand brushed a breast or fingers should pinch her nipples. She had been instructed to never say “No” and she would even bare her breasts to a man if he should ask her and if he asked Powers first! Mona had stopped being embarrassed at these things and seldom blushed now, but she still felt like the things that were happening to her, were happening to some other person, and she was watching it all……as if she were watching a foreign movie.sex photoMona was driven to Powers home that evening and followed him inside the dark mansion to her room, where she was told to unpack her small suitcase and “make herself at Home”! On the bed was a short black dress, black mesh hose, black high heel shoes and a white apron; all new and just her size; a “French Maid’s Outfit.” “This will be your new home, Mona and you will be the new maid for my wife and myself. I have a man servant also. His name is Peters. He will help you during your stay with me. He will assist me, if you need discipline and correcting. You will not wear any underwear, unless you get my permission FIRST, and you will not have any sex with anyone but ME! Now put on the maid’s uniform and help Peters server dinner to Vanisa and myself, downstairs in 5 minutes,” Powers said. Mona watched him leave the room and began undressing. A tear formed in her eye and rolled down her cheek, followed by another… and another. She was soon nude, except for the black leather bracelet that was locked in place… it would never be removed, just as she could never leave this house. The End

One evening I chatted with a man online who expressed interest in a real meeting. He sent me a pic…

This story is a work of fiction, purely a fantasy. If you are offended by fantasy descriptions of rough nonconsensual…

I want to start by saying that this is a true story to a point. I got scared and took…

My wife was out of town for the week, which left me without much to do besides watching TV or catching the basketball games on the radio. So when rush hour hit, I headed to a nearby bar and sat at the rail to check out the traffic, ordering a gin and tonic to pass the time. It was an upscale crowd – yuppies, business men like myself, you know the type. As I swiveled my barstool around, getting a quick 360 of the clientele, I realized there was a woman sitting next to me. A good- looking brunette in a well-tailored business suit. And unless I was very much mistaken, she had been giving me the eye. I turned around, and she was there all right, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t quite fathom. “Rough day?,” she asked, and I relaxed and moved into the “office work” routine with half my mind while the other half tried to figure what she was looking for. She was friendly enough, and I tuned back into our discussion just in time to hear myself recommend a little Chinese place for dinner. We ate at Yank Soo’s in one of the booths overlooking the river. Separate checks, of course., She told me about life in the field of accounting and how hard it was for a woman to get ahead in a male- dominated area. We talked about college and career, and found a mutual interest in old jazz. Turns out she had some early Blue Note disks I had been looking for years, so I asked about taping them for my collection and she invited me to come over and give them a listen first. Her “little place” was a Victorian brownstone in one of the more expensive neighborhoods. I pulled into the second bay of the two-car garage since it looked like rain. She showed me into the music room as she went to fix something to drink. I was impressed – her jazz collection was something incredible, from rare Bird to just about every Monk album ever released. I found the records we had discussed and put one on the turntable, then sat on the couch and listened. Cool, sweet, jazz – I closed my eyes and drank in the sound. At some point in the first track she put a drink in my hand, and I sipped as I listened. The first track ended, and I opened my eyes to see her beside me on the couch. Somehow, taking her in my arms was the easiest thing to do, and when the second track began we just naturally rose to start dancing. Her hands drifted down to the base of my spine, and I became aware of the points of her breasts through the silk blouse she wore. We turned so she was dancing with her back to me, moving her hips back into mine. I cupped her breasts, and heard her sigh as she leaned into me. She turned around, and as our dance went on she unbuttoned my shirt, then removed it and my jacket. Next to go was her jacket and blouse, and we danced through the next solo with her hands inside the back of my pants.sex photos“Come upstairs,” she breathed, running one hand between my legs, and I didn’t have the will to resist her. She unfastened my pants there in the music room, leaving me in shorts alone, took off her bra, and kissed me long and deep, my hands roaming over her back and down farther. She led me up the stairs, one hand in my shorts, and opened the door to her bedroom. There was a large bed there, a music system equal to the one downstairs, and a low metal Sixties-style bench with a fur seat by a curtained wall. She asked me to sit on the bench, and as the music from downstairs continued, used her own fingers to bring her nipples into proud erection. “Kiss me,” she said, offering a ripe tit, and I cooperated, drawing it into my mouth with lips and tongue. “Harder,” she moaned, and I used my teeth and tongue, feeling it become stiff and swollen. She pulled away, then offered the other breast for the same treatment. Then she pulled away this time, her face – indeed her whole upper body – was flushed. She beckoned with one finger, and I came to her to slip her skirt off, revealing a black pair of crotchless panties. I slipped a finger between her thighs, finding that she was already warm and wet. She asked me to turn around, so I did so, facing the bench and wall as she dragged my shorts down, my penis spring free to smack audibly against my belly. I felt her hands move down my legs, and then a clicking sound. I looked down to realize that she had just fastened a set of fur-lined cuffs around my ankles and snapped them to the bottom legs of the bench. She pushed me forward, and as I fell she grabbed one arm, then the other, fastening them similarly to the other end. I began to appreciate the design of the bench in a different light now. The seat of the bench ran from just below my neck to just above my waist, then the bench legs went out at an angle, leaving me open to the air from the belly button to mid-thigh. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could still smell her private aroma, and that maintained my flagging erection. She slid a footstool beneath my chin, lifting my head so I could see the slit in her panties and smell the juices that were already gathered there. As she slid forward, I stretched my tongue out to meet her, finding her hot and wet inside. She gripped my head as I kissed and licked, and ran trails with her nails around my ears, the back of my neck, my armpits, each nail leaving a trace I could feel as clearly as reading a map. I felt something toying with the head of my penis — she had stretched her legs and gripped me with her toes. Now she pulled slightly away from my face, and I had to stretch my head and tongue to reach her, as she braced her hands on my shoulders and began working me with her feet. I could not hold off, but as I began to shoot I felt her begin her own spasms around my tongue. She bent her knee, bringing one foot onto the stool, her toes between my face and her pussy. “Suck,” she commanded, and despite some misgivings I did, mingling the acrid taste of my own fluid with the heavy smell of her juices. She buried my face inside her pussy again, and I licked and nibbled until she was satisfied. She arose, moving to my nether end, and I heard a buzzing sound, then felt a vibrator moving over my thighs, between my legs, between my cheeks. She parted my cheeks and I felt her finger work its way into the opening there, moving in and out until I relaxed. Then her finger was replaced by something thicker that went in until my muscles clamped around a narrow portion. She ran the vibrator over the end of the plug, and the sensation was so intense, that to my surprise I found myself becoming erect again. She unhooked the cuffs from the bench, and helped me to stand erect, taking me in a full body kiss, tongues fighting for space, then sliding slowly down my body to taste and tease my nipples as I cupped and squeezed her full breasts. Each move I made caused the plug to wiggle, making my erection bob and jerk against her. “Poor baby, we’ve been neglecting you,” she said, and sank to her knees to engulf me in the moist cavern of her mouth. I closed my eyes and stroked her fine hair as her tongue and lips worked their magic on me, all the while her fingers were pinching, caressing and stroking my thighs, cheeks, genitals. My breath was coming ragged as she held me on the edge of erupting.pornShe pulled away, holding me in her hand as she led me to a curtained wall, then drew the curtain aside to reveal a large metal frame with D-rings at the corners. She backed me up and attached my feet to the corners, spreading my legs to do so, then kissed and licked her way up my body, finally lifting my arms and hooking their cuffs to the top corners of the frame. By now she was riding on top of me, rubbing her labia around my aching member, her breasts hot against my chest. She moved her head down to kiss and worry my nipple, then made me gasp as she clipped something to it. She repeated the treatment on my other nipple, then slid down and wrapped her breasts around my erection, bring it up harder (if possible). Now she attached some sort of clamp to the skin just below the head, with a weight attached to the clamp. The weight magnified every movement I make. As she stepped away from the frame, my attention wavered between the growing pain at my nipples, the constant reminder of the anal plug, and the self-jerking action of my cock. Her face was radiant as she watched me quiver. She asked me, “What would you like first?,” but I could not give her an answer. Remove the clips? Take me into her mouth? Unhook my arms? She chuckled at my indecision, then went to the side of the frame, unhooked a bar, and swung the frame out, now perpendicular to the wall. “You’ll like this, I think” she said, scraping her nails up my ass cheeks, wiggling the plug to draw a low moan from me. She took the weight and fastened it to the anal plug, so every motion I made was now reflected. I heard her step away, then I could not hear her at all. My nipples felt on fire, and all the squirming I could manage in that frame would not budge them. But all that movement did shake the weight and move the plug, making my aching erection harder. Where did she go? I began to worry how long she was going to leave me and finally yelled “Hello? Where are you?” I got my answer as my ass exploded in pain. Whack! Whack! She had re-entered the room quietly and now was strapping my ass. I cried out from the shock, her only response more laughter. Every jolt of the strap seemed to run from the base of my ass cheeks to the head of my erection. When she finally stopped the spanking, I thanked her in relief, asking what she wanted from me. “Aren’t you enjoying yourself?,” she answered, “Oh, silly me, you have all these tight muscles that need to be loosened.” She began stroking my ass, her palms cool relief against my abused flesh. She started moving the anal plug in and out, fucking my ass with it while the attached weight pulled my cock up and down in return. The sensations finally overwhelmed me, and without her ever touching my cock directly I came, long and hard, in spasm after spasm, her fingers continuing to move until I was slumped boneless in the frame. I barely whimpered at the pain when she removed the clips, then released me from the frame. Eventually I gathered the strength to get dressed – she had done so already and had coffee brewing down in the kitchen. We shared a cup together in silence. As I got up to leave, she said “We really must get together again.” The thought was tempting, but thinking of my wife, I declined. “No, I really think we must” she said more firmly, and handed me a photograph. I hadn’t noticed a camera at the time, but the photograph was clearly recognizable as me, naked in the frame, nipples clipped, face locked in a rictus of pleasure, strands of semen flying in the air. “I have your number,” she said as I left. I think she does.

In a house with eight kids it’s hard to find time alone. Heck, it’s impossible. It’s hard enough just to…

Bad Mother [Age][Gay Conversion][FDom][MSub][Collab audio sex stories