The Magic Doll – Ricky

This story includes gender change, along with sex with both male and female partners.

This is another variation of my Magic Doll story. You don’t need to read the others to enjoy this. Under this premise, the doll swaps genders with the person who kisses it. If the doll is female and the person is male, then the doll becomes male and the person female, and vice versa. If the doll and person are both the same gender, nothing happens. The doll will only work its magic one time a week.

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College can be a big adjustment for anyone, but it was especially hard on me. I was Ricky and left home to go to college at 17, living in a dorm for my first semester. For a very slight nerdy guy who isn’t especially macho, dorm life can be sheer hell, and mine was. I got a lot of crap from the other guys in the dorm. Frankly, I stayed in the library and away from my dorm room as much as possible.

I turned 18 at the end of the first semester and given my situation and that dorm space was at a premium, went looking for a place off campus. I found that Mark had a two bedroom, two bath flat and was looking for a roommate. In some ways, he seemed a lot like the guys in the dorm, but he didn’t give me any grief, and the price was reasonable so I took it.

Mark was everything I was not. He was tall, muscular, handsome, and charming. He didn’t seem to have a steady girlfriend, but brought girls back once or twice a week. Some of the same ones, and some different ones. It wasn’t like he had a different girl each night, and he seemed to get along with them fine after. He was kind of wild and free and so were most of the girls he hooked up with.

Mark was decent to me, and so were most of the girls. I was attracted to many of them, but they saw me as nothing more than a little brother type. Very clearly none of them had any physical or romantic interest in me. Mark occasionally had male friends over, but they were never loud or rowdy and unlike the guys in the dorm, treated me decently.

Once in a while I’d look at Mark or one of his male friends and I’d get a little twinge. I’m not quite sure how to describe it, but I had a funny feeling in my stomach and I found myself squirming. It bothered me a little bit though, and I worried. Because I was quiet, shy, and virginal, I got harassed in the dorms with guys saying I must be gay. Sometimes I worried that they might be right, and that frightened me.

Look, I know that gays are more accepted than they were in the past, but they still seemed to get grief. And I knew I liked girls, so I was really afraid of being attracted to boys. I tried to put all that aside and just focus on being attracted to girls, even if they had zero interest in me. So we drifted along, moderately pleasant through much of the semester.

I heard Mark on his phone one day talking to a friend. I could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation, a few words here and there. What I picked up was that he had a doll of some sort, that it did something related to sex with a kiss and that it was really wild and crazy. I knew what doll he had to be talking about. Guys aren’t given to having much in the way of dolls and he had one in his room.

It was a girl doll in gypsy clothes, basically a rag doll, but elaborately made up. I didn’t go in Mark’s room a lot, but when I did, I saw it sitting on a shelf. I seemed to be drawn to the doll, but knew I shouldn’t mess with any of Mark’s stuff. I wondered how any doll had anything to do with sex. Okay, I knew nothing about sex, except what I read, but it made no sense to me.

One evening I was at the apartment with Mark and he had a few beers and seemed to be pretty loose. I was curious, so I asked him about the doll.

“What are you talking about?”

“You were talking with a friend of yours about the doll — the one in your room.”

“What did you think you heard?”

“Something about wild and crazy sex.”

“Forget anything you heard or think you heard.”

“There was something about a kiss.”

“Don’t mess with that doll — at all — understood?”

“I was just curious about how a doll could lead to wild and crazy sex.”

“Believe me, you don’t want to know any more about that doll and you don’t want to mess with it.”

“Okay, okay. I was just being nosy.”

“They say curiosity killed the cat.”

“For me, any kind of sex would be wild and crazy.”

“You can’t handle that level of crazy.”

“Okay, no problem. I understand.”

I let it all drop, but was now more fascinated by that doll than before. I’d love to find any kind of sex, or so I thought. I knew that Mark would be really pissed if I messed with it though. A few days went by and I was more fascinated with the doll than ever. One Friday evening, I knew Mark was going out with some friends and would be gone for a while.

I figured that if I was ever going to mess with that, this was the time to do it. I went into Mark’s room and the doll was sitting on its usual shelf. I knew tecavüz porno if I did anything with it, I’d have to put it back exactly where I found it. If I moved it at all, he’d know I messed with it. Still, I had to know what the doll did and how it brought wild and crazy sex.

I tried to remember what little I heard of the conversation and I recalled he said something about kissing. Without moving the doll, I leaned forward and kissed it. All of a sudden, I felt weird. I knew the doll had done something, I just couldn’t tell quite what. I was almost dizzy as I stumbled out of Mark’s room into the living room and collapsed on the couch.

My body felt strange. It felt like parts were being squeezed and other parts being stretched. I felt chills running up and down through my body. It didn’t feel bad, but didn’t feel good either. I sat back against the couch panting and gasping and think I passed out. I awoke later when Mark walked in the front door, saw me, and spoke.

“What the fuck.”

“Mark. Hi. You’re back already.”

My voice sounded strange, but everything seemed strange and I think I was still half in a daze.

“You just had to do it, didn’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You stupid cunt. Look at yourself and you tell me.”

I tried to shake off my dazed feeling and looked down at myself. As I looked down, I saw boobs. I put my hands on them and they felt like boobs. I say that though I’d never had my hands on any boobs before. I reached down between my legs and felt no dick. It felt weird as I touched myself there and it kind of scared me.

“What happened?”

“You kissed the fucking doll.”

“I wouldn’t…”

“But you did. You kissed it and it changed you into a woman.”

“How could that happen?”

“I told you not to mess with it, but you just had to.”

“It changed me to a woman? Permanently?”

“For a minimum of a week. Maybe even permanently.”

“How can I change back?”

“You messed with my stuff even after I told you not to. Now I may just leave you this way.”

“Please. I have to change back. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Absolutely. I can’t stay like this.”

“Why not?”

“I’m a boy, not a girl.”

“Not anymore.”

“Please. I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I don’t have a lot of money, but just tell me what you want.”

“I don’t need your stinking money. My folks have tons of it.”

“Please. Just tell me what you want.”

“There’s a price, but you can’t handle it.”

“I swear, I’ll do anything.”

Mark had a very grim expression as he looked at me. “Fine. Then stand up.”

I stood up. My knees were a bit weak over what had happened and the changes in my body had thrown off my center of gravity and my balance.

“Take off your tee shirt.”

“You mean…?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

I had been around Mark without a tee shirt before, but I didn’t have boobs them. Now I did, and I had not even seen them, much less let anyone else see them. I was trembling and bit my lip. Then I pulled my shirt out of my jeans. I closed my eyes as I pulled my tee shirt off over my head. I stood there with my eyes closed for a few seconds before I opened them.

Mark stood there looking at me, and specifically he was looking at my boobs. He had a smile on his face and it made me feel queasy, but at the same time made me feel excited. I looked down at my boobs and the nipples were stiff and very pronounced. That scared me, because I knew just enough to know that meant I was turned on.

“That’s a nice start. Now take off your jeans.”

“I don’t know if I like that.”

“Of course you do. Your body makes it clear that you like that. So do it.”

I was wearing some running shoes and I kicked them off. That was only a momentary stall. I slowly unbuckled my belt. I looked at Mark and he gestured for me to keep going. I undid the button, then very slowly unzipped my jeans. I was holding onto them, because otherwise, they’d have dropped to the floor. Mark looked impatient, so I let go and my jeans puddled around my ankles.

“All the way out of them.”

I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them to one side and stood there in my jockey shorts. I looked down, and where I’d normally have a dick, there was only a wet spot on my shorts. I didn’t understand why my shorts were wet, at least not at that time. I wondered if he was going to make me continue. I was both scared and thrilled at the possibility of that.

“Now lose the underwear — all the way off.”

I put my fingers under the elastic and slowly eased the underwear down to where it only just covered my nether regions.

“Finish it off, girl.”

I pushed it a little further then let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. I stood there in my all together showing Mark parts of me that I wasn’t even familiar with. He had a broad smile as he looked at me. I was hoping in one way that üvey anne porno he was done with me, and yet in another way, I very much hoped he wasn’t done.

“So is that it?”

“That’s a start — assuming you’re up to it.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s a whole lot more to go, if you want me to help you change back.”

“What else did you want?”

“The next step is for you to go in my room and lie down on my bed.”

“What were you going to do?”

“You can’t be that innocent, can you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to feel sorry. I’m going to make you feel good, and me feel better.”

“How are you going to…?”

“Never mind. If you want my help, just do what I say.”

“Do I really have to do this?”

“Nope. You don’t have to do a damned thing, but then I don’t have to help you change back either.”

“You wouldn’t leave me like this, would you?”

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way you are. Believe me.”

“But it’s not me.”

“That’s for you to decide, but if you do what I want, I’ll help you, and I’ll make you feel good in the meantime.”

“You wouldn’t really…?”

“Enough talking. In the bedroom now.”

I felt really weird being a girl, being stark naked, and walking into Mark’s bedroom. I got in there then stopped and turned around. Mark was right behind me and was grinning. He gestured toward the bed. I pointed at myself, as in ‘who, me’, and he nodded. I walked over and sat very gingerly on the edge of the bed. I looked up at the doll and was surprised to see that the female doll was now a male. Was it a different doll, or did the doll change when I did?

Mark walked over, pushed firmly but gently on my shoulder and I fell backwards onto the bed. He grabbed my legs and swung them around and on the bed, turning me so I was fully on the bed now. For a few seconds, he stood looking at me, before he pulled off his shirt and threw it to one side. I think my eyes must have been the size of saucers, and I bit my lip.

Mark kicked off his shoes and dropped his slacks, kicking them to one side. He stood there in his boxer briefs and I could see his cock straining at the front of his underwear. He lay down on the bed beside me and I was more than a little scared. I’d never had sex as a boy, and obviously never had it as a girl either. Sure, I’d wanted to lose my virginity, but not this way — not as a girl.

I was afraid he was going to kiss me — afraid because I didn’t think I wanted a guy to kiss me, but also afraid because I was scared I might like it. Instead, he bent down and took one of my nipples in his mouth. I gasped and grabbed his head. It felt so wonderful that I was really frightened. Then he snuck his hand down between my legs.

I hadn’t really even seen myself there as a girl, much less touched myself. He ran his fingers down my pussy as he kept sucking on my breast. I could feel one of his fingers tracing my pussy lips then parting them very slightly. I moaned and thrust my hips forward unconsciously. It felt marvelous, even if I wasn’t sure I wanted a guy touching me as a woman.

I could feel him ease a finger inside me as his thumb stroked what I learned was my clit. I was pretty innocent at that point, both as a male and as a female. I’d never even stroked myself as a guy. I’d certainly never touched a woman sexually. What Mark was doing to me was wholly outside the realm of my experience at that point.

Mark fucked me with one finger as he stroked my clit and switched back and forth between my breasts, sucking on them, kissing them, and nibbling on my nipples. All I could do was lie there and moan and be carried away by the sheer physical pleasure of it all. I felt a wave rising through my body and it was washing over me like a tsunami carrying me to heights of physical pleasure that I’d never imagined.

All of a sudden the tidal wave broke and I could feel my whole body react. My pussy tightened around his finger. What had once been pleasurable was now transcendent. My whole body felt like it was being swept away in ecstasy. I could not even imagine anything in life even feeling half so good. The world stopped and my universe was reduced to my boobs, my pussy, and the pleasure coursing through me.

When I returned to this world, I lay there panting with Mark, now naked ranging over me. My legs were spread wide and the head of his dick was touching my pussy lips. I was still scared. I felt like I was a guy, even after what had just happened and I knew that Mark was about to introduce me to real womanhood. His cock ran up and down along my slit as he looked me in the eyes.

“Well, Ricki, I said I’d make you feel good, and I think I did. Now it’s my turn to feel good.”

With that, I felt his prick slip a little ways into my snatch. I was afraid, but another part of me wanted this — wanted it desperately. I couldn’t help myself, but just pushed my hips forward, breaking my hymen and burying his cock inside me. It did hurt, üvey erkek kardeş porno though not as much as I’d feared, and Mark buried his dick in my cunt all the way to the hilt.

I could feel him filling me up, and as strange as it seemed, it felt right. It felt like his rod belonged in my pussy. It was in its proper place and my cunt was serving its proper role by welcoming it. He began to slowly move his hips back and forth, getting nearly out of me before plunging deep into me again. I threw my arms around him, and fucked him back eagerly.

I don’t know how long he lasted. My world collapsed and was reduced to the feel of his cock in my pussy. I hooked my legs around him holding him as he picked up speed until he was furiously pounding my little twat. After a while, he stiffened and stuck his cock as far in me as it would go, then I felt his prick twitching as he unloaded his cum deep in my cunt.

It was almost like I was someone else. I found myself kissing Mark frantically with my mouth almost glued to his. He responded, kissing me back and slipping his tongue between my lips. There was a small part of me that was saying that I was a guy and I shouldn’t be kissing a guy like that, but it didn’t matter, my body and the rest of my mind were completely on board with this.

Finally, I just collapsed onto the bed, panting and awash in sexual pleasure and hormones. I felt his cock slip out of my pussy, which made me sad, as he rolled to one side to lie beside me on the bed. He reached over with one hand and began to stroke my boobs as we lay there in the afterglow of it all. I know that people were wild about sex, but never understood until that instant.

“You obviously hated that, Ricki.”

“We’re going to do that again, aren’t we?”

Mark laughed and leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back, and whatever male part of me there was that had reservations about this, it had been submerged by the most fantastic thing I’d ever experienced. We kissed for quite a while, with Mark stroking my breasts and occasionally my pussy. Eventually, another part of me surfaced and I pulled back.

“But down deep, aren’t I really a guy? I shouldn’t like this — not at all.”

“Right now, you’re a woman, and you’re my woman for now.”

“I want this so much it scares me. Am I going to lose myself?”

“Who are you really? Are you Ricky, the guy, or Ricki the woman? Who do you want to be?”

“I’m not sure who I am or who I want to be. I used to think I knew, but this just blew that all away.”

“You’re stuck this way for a week. I want you to be my woman for that week. Some time after that week, you can decide who you really are.”

Mark kissed me again, and we tenderly made love before I fell asleep in his arms and in his bed.

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I woke up in the morning with Mark spooning me and holding my breast. I remembered everything from last night and choked back a sob. As I was grappling with it all, Mark woke up, turned me onto my back and kissed me. He began to fondle a breast as he kissed me. I can’t say I returned his kisses, but that didn’t seem to stop him.

He kissed his way down my neck to one boob as he caressed the other one. I couldn’t help but moan and I know my nipples got hard. As he kissed one breast, his hand snuck down from my other boob to my pussy. He began to stroke my pussy as he kissed my boobs. My body reacted to all that and I couldn’t avoid being turned on.

He brought me to a quick orgasm then ranged over me and slipped his dick in my pussy. I know I was wet, since I could feel my juices running down my leg and he smoothly entered me. Mark looked at me and smiled before starting to slowly fuck me. It all brought back the best of last night and before long I was fucking him back. He filled me with his cum, before leaning down to kiss me.

“That’s my idea of a wonderful wake up.”

“Is this what the whole week is going to be like?”

“If you’re lucky. You certainly seem to have enjoyed it all so far.”

“I still feel like a guy.”

“Believe me, Ricki, you’re no guy. I don’t fuck guys, not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

I began to think about what we’d done and started to worry. “Does that mean I could get pregnant?”

Mark paused, thought about it, and looked very serious. “Very possibly. So you need to go to the university health center and get an IUD and a morning after pill.”

“Don’t they put the IUD in my pussy? What happens when I change back?”

“My guess is the magic will take care of it.”

“I hope so.”

“In the meantime, you need to shower and shave — those legs, those armpits, and some of what’s around your pussy.”

“If I’m going to change back…”

“For this week, at least, you’re my girlfriend and you need to shave that shit.”

Mark’s dick was slowly softening in my pussy. He kissed me again, and I could feel it starting to get hard again. As it did, he started to do some micro moves and it quickly got hard in me and he began to fuck me once more. He came in me a second time and seemed quite pleased. He gave me another kiss and then spent a few minutes kissing me, with me kissing him back.

“Damn, girl. I don’t know if I really want to give this up after a week.”

The Librarian Ch. 07

Part Seven — Shorebirds

Sloane Patterson, Stacy Patterson and Steve Patterson stood in front of the headstone. Sloane was crying and bought a handkerchief to her face to dry her eyes, as did Stacy.

Steve Patterson had never met the woman buried in the grave and his eyes remained dry.

“I never knew her but I know I owe her so much,” Stacy sobbed.

Sloane pulled her daughter to her and hugged her and the three of them stood staring at the headstone on the bitterly cold winter’s day.

Randy Carter stood in a grove of oaks watching the family from a distance. The hypocrisy; especially coming from Sloane was not lost on him. He cursed Sloane and Steve Patterson bitterly and walked away towards his car.

Sloane, Stacy, and Steve turned their backs on the headstone and left it to the snowdrift that was building up against it. The dates of the birth and death of the interred were already obscured by snow but the rest of the engraving on the gravestone remained visible in the weak light.

‘Amanda Grayson. Beloved Mother of Sloane and Grandmother of Stacy ~ Forever Loved and Dearly Missed’

Sarah regained consciousness in a private ward in LA County General Hospital. Her chest hurt like hell and a nurse leaned over her and smiled.

“Can I make you more comfortable?” she asked and Sarah nodded.

A doctor arrived soon after and explained to her that he had extracted bullet fragments from her right lung but she would likely make a full recovery and that she would only have a small scar. Like that was important.

Sarah saw the edge of a blue uniform that she presumed correctly was a cop stationed at her door.

She drifted back to sleep and awoke the next day feeling a little better. The nurse let the cop come in to interview her.

The cop looked at her quizzically. He’d obviously been told she was transgendered but he couldn’t see the difference between her and any other attractive middle-aged woman.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat.

“Ma’am. I have a sworn statement made by one Randolph Carter that you and he were in the Dodger Stadium parking lot and a man of indeterminate race, build, and looks tried to snatch your bag and when you resisted you received a gunshot wound. Is that your recollection of events Ma’am?”

The cop looked down at his notebook; obviously sceptical.

“Yes officer. That’s exactly how I remember it,” Sarah looked at him with a blank face.

“And you are unable to describe your assailant?”

Sarah shook her head.

“Ma’am. If you’re prepared to sign this bullshit statement I can close this case and be done with it; which suits me and would seem to suit some people in very high places,” the cop handed her a prepared statement on a clipboard which she signed.

“Only one thing,” Sarah croaked through a sore throat and parched lips.

The cop looked around expectantly.

“Don’t call him Randolph,” she giggled and winced with the pain of it.

The cop shook his head and walked out of the room.

Sarah spent four days in the hospital and received zero visitors and took as many calls. She offered to pay one of the nurses to get her some clothes. She couldn’t wear what she had been dressed in when she arrived at the hospital. The nurse refused payment but shopped for her and bought her leggings, skinny jeans, a couple of tops, sox, underwear, a fleecy hoodie and lined three-quarter coat. She also bought toiletries and makeup.

A number of times Sarah picked up her phone and punched up the number Randy had put in the phone but all she got was an operator telling her the number was no longer in service.

Someone had put close to seven hundred dollars in her purse when she was admitted and her medical bills were being paid for by an Insurance Company who refused to divulge who had taken out the policy. All they would say was that coverage was limited and ceased once she was discharged.

Sarah caught a taxi to the bus terminal and bought a ticket home. She was in no rush.

Randy Carter followed the Patterson’s to Austin where they had a small ranch.

They were outside having a cookout despite the cool weather when he crunched up the gravel path to their gazebo. Steve was tending to the barbecue and the women were sitting at a nearby table. They were all sipping beer.

“Well, well, well. Nice to see the whole family back together again,” Randy stepped up onto the gazebo and helped himself to a Lone Star.

“Randy!” Stacy squealed and ran in to his arms.

“How you doin’ sugar?” he kissed her cheek and she smiled at him.

“I’m getting better,” she said wistfully.

“Well enough to travel all that way to visit Amanda’s grave on her birthday,” he smiled bitterly.

“You get over there to Momma!” Steve waved his cooking tongs at Stacy.

“He’s right honey; go to your Momma,” Randy let her go.

“What are you doing here Carter? You’ve been paid. I even tossed in a bonus,” Steve was looking around, he had two security guards permanently stationed on his property since what happened to Stacy.

“Those sex izle good old boys of yours are sleeping Steve. They ain’t hurt,” Randy gave him a mirthless grin.

Steve paled.

“What the fuck do you want! You’ve been paid!” Sloane hissed.

She showed no fear.

“Yes but you and your husband haven’t honoured the deal you made,” Randy sipped his beer.

“We paid you every cent and then some,” Sloane snapped at him.

“I’m not talking about the money. I’m talking about absolving the petition you filed in Federal court to have Sarah Carter’s birth certificate and adoption annulled,” he growled.

“Don’t you mention that thing in my house!” Sloane screeched.

“That thing don’t count for shit. She’s an abomination on this family!” Steve joined his wife and put a comforting arm around her shoulder.

“She saved your daughter’s life. Nearly at the expense of her own,” Randy said through gritted teeth.

“I don’t understand Momma? Is that the woman who got me out of that house?” Stacy looked bemused.

“She’s no woman darlin’. She ain’t nothing to you,” Sloane stroked her daughter’s hair.

“Her name is Sarah Carter and she’s your aunt. She loves you so much that she gave away everything she had to save you. I can’t tell you the details because it isn’t up to me, but that woman gave away her livelihood, her dignity, and her honour to find you,” Randy said.

“Except no one can take away that woman’s dignity and honour,” Randy looked down at the floor.

“Dignity! Honour! That thing has nothing. It’s not one thing or the other. You simpleton. You let it get under your skin. It might have made a fool out of your brother but I thought you were made of sterner stuff,” Steve snarled.

Randy took four quick steps in succession and he had Steve Patterson by the throat and lifted him nearly clear of the ground. Steve was choking; his face red and bulging, gasping for breath.

Sloane and Stacy beat against Randy’s bulging forearms and he let Steve drop to the ground gasping for breath.

“I’m sorry about this Stacy but your parents have left me no choice,” he said tenderly to Stacy who was on her knees tending to her stepfather.

“Sloane. If you and Steve don’t drop the petition against Sarah tomorrow I’m going to release the full story to the press. They will love it. Construction millionaire’s daughter held captive by porn king. Made to perform in online porn and prostitute herself.”

“Those shitheads at FOX and CBS will lap that shit up and then there’s the online media. Your driveway will be full of media wagons for weeks and every sixteen year old kid in Texas will Google away until he finds the footage of Stacy on some website,” Randy said viciously.

“You wouldn’t!” Sloane hissed.

“I wouldn’t hurt Stacy for all the gold in Fort Knox but if you don’t drop that petition I’ll bring us all down,” Randy leaned against a pole and sipped his beer.

Steve had got to his feet and recovered enough to speak.

“Ok! Ok! Ok! I’ll drop the petition. But I never want to hear from you or it ever again, you hear?” he puffed.

Randy took one step forward and Steve flinched.

“You call that woman it again in my hearing and I’ll beat you to a pulp.”

“Ok the deal’s done. But the threat stands and I’ll be watching. You ungrateful fucks do anything to hurt Sarah again and the deal is off and you better get an army to watch your backs,” Randy tossed the bottle in the dust and crunched down the pathway, the same way he had came.

“Randy! Randy! Tell me more about Sarah!” Stacy cried out and tried to follow him down the path but Sloane and Steve held her as tight as they could.

Sarah got off the bus and crossed the street to where one of the town’s three taxis sat on the rank. The driver kept looking at her in the rear view mirror.

“You’re the librarian lady aincha?” he sniffed.

Sarah just nodded.

He sniffed again and then rolled down the window and spat.

The taxi drove away trailing dust and she stood in the road and looked at her little cottage. It looked abandoned. The yard was full of tumbleweeds and the letterbox was overflowing with junk mail. All the blinds were closed.

Sarah grabbed her duffle and stepped onto the porch. She noticed the tag first. ‘Tranny Whore!’ had been spraypainted across the front wall, red spraypaint on fading white clapboards.

Sarah sighed.

There were two official looking letters stuck in the screen door. She snatched them and lifted a flower pot with a dead geranium in it. Under it was her spare key.

She opened the door and let herself in. Dropping her duffle on the floor she turned on the water supply under the sink and ran the tap. She opened the blinds, the back door, and a couple of windows to let in some fresh air. She brewed coffee, poured a cup and wearily sat at the kitchen table.

Sarah sipped coffee and smoked and stared at the two letters in front of her. One was from the County Commissioner’s office and the other was from her realtor. She set her resolve and opened sikiş izle both letters. As she expected they pretty much said the same thing. She was fired from her job as the town librarian for being absent but also for applying for the job under false pretences and she was being evicted from her house for the same reasons.

“But I didn’t! I am a woman!” she whispered to the empty house.

She put her head on her hands and slept.

When she woke up it was dark and chilly. She turned on a lamp but left the windows and the door open. She was beyond feeling the cold.

She went to the kitchen and stood on tippytoes to open the door to a small cupboard high up in the kitchen cabinets. She pulled down a pint of Jack Daniel’s from its hidey-hole and put it on the table. She took a tumbler from the draining board and blew the dust out of it filled it with the golden liquid all the way to the brim.

She sat staring at it and smoked a cigarette down to the butt and then lit another.

She reached for the glass.

“That won’t solve anything,” the deep voice said.

“How long have you been watching me?” Sarah asked still staring at the glass.

“Long enough,” he replied.

“You did that last time you were here,” Sarah spun the glass around on the table.

“But last time you knew,” he said.

“You’re making a habit of it,” Sarah smiled wanly.

“Twice is not a habit. Can I sit?”

“It’s a free country,” she still stared at the glass.

A chair scraped on the wooden floor.

“I had to make sure you were safe. You were ok in the hospital, you had a cop outside your door. Even Raffe isn’t stupid enough to try anything with the cops around you.”

“I sent my gismo to LAPD Vice. They have everything on Xavier Productions. I’ve been following you, making sure that they didn’t come after you. They all scattered. Raffe is nowhere to be found and Lyle and Tina are rumoured to be in Mexico. Word on the street is that the Russians took care of Raffe.”

She remained silent, staring at the glass.

“Also I had to pay Sloane and Steve Patterson a visit while you were safe in hospital.”

Sarah’s ears picked up when she heard Sloane’s name.

“I had to make sure they lifted the petition they had filed against you,” Randy explained and reached out to take her hand.

She snatched it away.

“I didn’t think they would honour their word. It doesn’t matter anyway. They’ve poisoned me here,” she didn’t look up.

“Sarah! Who cares! This is a shitty town and you had a shitty job! You can do better,” Randy was getting heated.

Sarah sprang to her feet and shouted at him

“It was my shitty town! And my shitty job!”

“What do I do now? What do I do now?” she broke down and sobbed.

Randy took her in his arms and stroked her hair and held her close.

“You know what you do now?” he whispered in her ear.

She shook her head against him.

“You start a new life,” Randy cooed.

She looked him in the eyes; hers were still brimming with tears.

“How Randy? How do I start a new life?” tears ran down her cheeks.

“With me,” he whispered and gently wiped away her tears.

“You start a new life with me Sarah. I love you,” he whispered.

Sarah laughed.

“You don’t love me! You despise me!”

“Listen…I converted everything I have into cash, including the payment for the last job. I’ve bought a little condo at the end of Waikiki, right under Diamond Head. I’m starting anew and I want you to come with me,” he grinned at her.

Sarah smiled back at him through teary eyes.

“Oh Randy I don’t want your pity. You might think you love me but it’s just a reaction to what we’ve been through. I’m still what I am and you’ll never get over that. But I am flattered,” Sarah disentangled herself from his embrace.

“So you don’t feel anything for me?” Randy searched her eyes.

Sarah looked away and shook her head.

Randy walked away. The screen door slammed behind him as he left and Sarah gave out one huge sob and sat back down. She lit a cigarette and spun the tumbler of golden liquor around and around.

Then she picked it up and threw it across the room where it shattered against the wall.

The screen door slammed shut again and Sarah turned around to find Randy standing over her.

He pulled her from the chair and clutched her to him.

“I’m not giving up that easy. I love you. I love everything about you,” he pulled her face to his and pressed his lips against hers.

They were as soft and as pliant as he’d dreamt they would be.

He kissed her. Softly at first and then he felt a little response and her lips parted just a little. Randy kissed her harder and she pressed back against him. She wrapped her arms around him and their bodies pressed together as their lips crushed each others. Randy slipped the tip of tongue inside Sarah’s mouth and the tip of hers found his.

They kissed tenderly, their passion building. Finally they had to break the kiss to breathe.

Randy türk porno smiled down into her pretty face and stroked the bangs out of her eyes.

“I think I loved you even when I tried to convince myself that I hated you,” he looked seriously and deeply into her eyes.

“I’m still not convinced I love you. You better kiss me again just so I can be sure,” she grinned and teased him.

He spanked her playfully on the buttock and then kissed her hard with a lot of tongue. Sarah broke the kiss.

“Ok you’ve convinced me. I love you,” she grinned up at him.

Then she looked at him very seriously.

“I do you love you Randy. I was just afraid to,” she started to cry again and Randy kissed away her tears.

They held each other and kissed and cuddled for quite a while and then Randy sat down on the kitchen chair and Sarah sat in his lap with her arms around his neck. She kissed him and stroked his face and then she grinned.

“Are we really going to live in Hawaii?”

“Yep,” Randy grinned back at her.

She looked at him very seriously and Randy became worried.

“Can we take the Mustang with us? We have to keep the Mustang,” she grinned and Randy burst out laughing.

Sarah came out of the small waves, her lithe body tanned, her legs long and her small breasts taut. Her hair was bleached by the sun. She wore a shocking pink bikini that set off her dark flesh; the little pink triangles just covering her breasts and her groin. She had gaffing down to an art but she didn’t care really, the tiny bit of beachfront was theirs. It came with the condo.

Randy sat slowly swinging on the porch and watched his lover making her way through the sand. She never failed to make his heart skip whenever he saw her. He saw the smile on her face and his heart warmed. If ever a woman deserved happiness, Sarah did.

She beamed at him as she sidled through the little wooden gate in the picket fence and picked her way through the little dunes and grassy knolls that comprised their little back yard.

Sarah gripped the ropes of the swing and smiled down at Randy.

“Good morning sleepyhead. You didn’t join me for our morning swim.”

“I can sit here all day in this swing and watch you, lover,” he smiled back.

“Yeah I can see that,” she chuckled.

Randy was wearing nothing but a pair of Speedos and the front of them was bulging considerably.

Sarah took hold of Randy’s penis like it was gearstick and slowly squeezed it.

“I can definitely see that!” she giggled.

Sarah climbed on the swing so she was straddling Randy and held on by placing her arms around his neck.

“And I can feel it too,” she giggled.

Randy’s erection was pushing into the crevice of her behind.

Sarah had taught Randy how to make love to her. He was a proficient and enthusiastic learner. They sometimes spent hours just teasing each other with long foreplay sessions until they were so desirous of each other that they melted together.

But this morning was going to be just plain lust…and that was ok too.

Sarah kissed Randy passionately, driving her tongue into his mouth and he reciprocated. She placed her feet on the ground and eased Randy’s tumescent penis out of his Speedos and untied the string on her bikini bottom and ripped off her gaff. Her own cock sprang forward and pressed against Randy’s hard belly.

Randy reached behind her and untied her bikini top, freeing her pert breasts. He lowered his face to her nipples and kissed and suckled them.

Sarah threw back her head and lifted up on tippytoes. She had anticipated a morning lovemaking session and she was lubricated.

She lowered her buttocks and lifted her feet clear of the ground impaling herself and on Randy’s erection, now buried as deep as it could go inside her tight anus.

They swung backwards and forwards on the swing while Sarah gently rocked up and down; their arms locked around each other, kissing and caressing each other. Sarah’s erection rubbed on Randy’s lightly oiled belly and leaked pre-seminal fluid. She moaned as she felt his cock throb inside her, pressing on her prostate.

Randy cupped her buttocks, trying to fuck her. Sarah helped him. She stopped swinging and put her feet on the ground so that Randy could thrust in and out of her. His thrusts became insistent; harder and faster, almost frantic. She kissed him hard and pressed her breasts against him as she orgasmed. Her cock quivered and her hot seed splashed on Randy’s tight, warm, flesh.

Randy held Sarah by the hips and drove himself deep inside her and ejaculated.

They sat slowly swinging on the porch as they slowly came down from the high of their orgasm.

An older couple walked past their fence hand in hand and glanced their way. They both grinned mischievously and Randy waved at them.

“Who are you waving at?” Sarah smiled and put her head on his shoulder.

“Us, when we get older,” he smirked.

Sarah frowned.

“Come on lazy. Pull on your Speedos and I’ll put my bikini back on and we can clean up in the surf and then get breakfast,” she nuzzled his shoulder.

It was sort of a good idea. They played in the surf and then the play became foreplay and it ended up with Sarah’s legs wrapped around Randy’s waist as she held on to him and kissed him while they made love in the surf.

Escapades of Eva Ch. 27

College Student

Eva swept in the door and set her packages down on the table. Her Master would be home soon and she knew that she would need to hurry to have things ready for his arrival. She quickly took off her clothes and folded them by the door in case someone should knock. Then she ran across the floor completely nude to put the groceries up. She knew that Sir insisted that she be naked at all times when she was at home.

When she had the groceries taken care of she turned on some favorite music and headed to the shower. She wanted to be clean and smelling good when he came in because she also knew that he would want to inspect her right away. As she stood under the warm shower she soaped herself with the soft plastic mesh poof that she loved. It made lots of lather and she had chosen to use the Fresh Spring scented soap that smelled so good and clean. As she rubbed the soft lathered rag over her body she delighted in the feeling of it sliding smoothly over her body. When she got to her breasts she rubbed the nipples a little longer than usual because she liked the feeling of her nipples when they got hard. Then she lifted one leg and put her foot on the side of the tub. She slid her hand down and soaped between her legs savoring the feeling of the lather as she soaped her hairless pussy. It felt so good she couldn’t help sliding her finger up and down on her clit. She sighed and thought about her handsome Master and how she loved it when he touched her there. Then she began to feel the first twinges of an orgasm coming on and she started to rinse off.

Just then her Sir silently slipped behind her in the shower. He grabbed her tightly by the arms and shoved her hard up against the shower tile. She cried out in fright. But then she realized it was him. How had he gotten in without her hearing him? He had all his clothes on but he pressed his body up against her and pinned her there between him and the shower stall as the warm water ran over both of them. She felt one of his hands reach down the front of her and grab her cunt lips, squeezing them hard and pinning her hand in that position as well. Then with his other hand he grabbed her hair and pulled it back hard until it hurt her neck. He growled in her ear, “Are you masturbating bitch?”

“No Sir,” she gasped.

“That’s a good thing because you know I would have to beat you if you climax without my permission don’t you slut?”

“Yes Sir, I know that Sir,” she muttered. She was breathless with the lust that seized her as he slid his fingers roughly in between her pussy lips and pushed her hand away from her clit. Then he shoved his fingers up into her cunt and she knew he could feel the slick wetness that had happened when she was rubbing her clit.

“You know that I own you don’t you? And, I own that cunt. And, I did not give you permission to play with it,” he growled again as he bit her shoulder hard. He shook her skin between his teeth giving her a soaring pain and a maddening lust to be fucked by this man she adored. He fucked her cunt a few times and paused. “You liar. I can feel it. You have been playing with my cunt haven’t you?”

She only managed to mumble, “Yes Sir,” as he shoved his fingers up into her cunt. “But I didn’t cum Sir.”

“You are not to play with it without my permission period,” he snarled. He bit her ear then, and then again sank his teeth into the soft part of her neck where it joined the shoulder.

“Ayyiieeee!” she howled. She couldn’t help reacting to the pain, but she loved it as well. Her Sir knew that when he bit her it drove all sensibility from her mind. All she could do at that point with his body pinning her and his teeth tearing at her skin was gasp and shudder as the lust began to make her pussy tremble.

Feeling her begin to react and hearing the passion in her breathing he immediately withdrew his hand from her cunt, but not before he pinched her pussy lips again. “Don’t you dare cum my little fuck whore? Do you hear me?” Not waiting for an answer he smacked her ass hard and spun her around to face him. As she opened her mouth to answer he slammed her back against the shower and kissed her hard, driving his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her long and hard and then backed up from her for a moment while he slapped her on her breasts several times. As he slapped her he grunted, “YOU ARE MINE! AND THIS IS MINE!” he snapped as he pinched her pussy again, “And you better not forget it. Do you understand you nasty little cunt?”

“Yes Sir,” she moaned. She needed so badly to be fucked.

He slapped her breasts again and grabbed her cunt. At the same time he drove his knee between her legs hard, pinning her against the shower wall again as he lifted one breast and bit her just above her nipple. She cried out with pain and with pleasure. She loved it when her Sir took her under his control physically and mentally. She got a thrill every time he made her submit and held her in his power. She loved the feeling of his strong hot body pinning her, and the feeling of his jeans as he drove his leg into her. He bit her again on her other breast. She could smell the sweat of his working porno indir day on his clothes as he kept her pinned. She was weak with her desire for him. Still holding her between his body and the shower wall she felt the water soaking him as he held her tight. All she could do was whimper as he took her submission the way he wanted to.

While he kissed her hard again he pinned her head between his hands as he kissed her and licked the water that was running down her face. He ran his hot tongue all over her face tasting her. Then he began to nibble at her chin as he moaned, “Were you trying to cum bitch?” And, he bit her on the side of her neck.

“No Sir, I was just bathing. I rubbed my clit a few times but stopped. I did not cum Sir.” She moaned hard in the heat that overcame her as he began to rub her clit while he continued to bite her neck.

“You were rubbing your clit like this?” he whispered.

“Yes, Sir but only a couple of times.” She gasped out loud as he began to rub harder. He rubbed in silence while he held her hair tight in his other hand.

“Whose cunt is this bitch?”

“It’s your cunt Sir.”

“Do you have permission to play with it?”

“No Sir,” she squealed. Oh god she wanted him to fuck her so much. She was trembling. She wanted to cum with each stroke of his finger on her clit. “Sir may I cum please?”

He shook her cunt and pinched it hard. “Hell no you selfish little slut. I did not give you permission and I wont either. You are going to learn that you do not have permission cum with this cunt unless I say so. It is not yours to touch except to clean it only. Got that?” he snapped as the rubbing on her clit turned into a vice-like grip on her entire pussy. He pulled away from her and she felt suddenly alone without the pressure of his body against hers. “Now finish up and go fix dinner,” he grumbled as he gave her that piercing look of his. He began to pull his wet clothes off so he could shower and she realized with a lonely ache inside of her that she was dismissed.

Eva quickly toweled off and ran a brush through her hair. Before she left the bathroom she reached inside the shower curtain to leave a washcloth for Sir Dan. When she did she saw that he had his pants off and his hard cock was standing straight out from between his legs. With a little shudder of lust she looked from his cock to his face and she saw a steely stare as he captured her eye. He grabbed his hard cock with his fist and began to stroke it. He gave her an evil little grin and said, “Get out of here bitch. I’m hungry.” As she backed away she saw that he was sliding his fist up and down on his cock. She couldn’t help poking her bottom lip out a bit as she realized that he was going to cum without her. He saw the look on her face and he laughed out loud as he grabbed the shower curtain and slammed it shut, closing her out. With a sigh she put a clean towel and clean shorts on the edge of the sink. She went to the bedroom and got his slippers and put them by the tub and went to the kitchen.

She was glad that she had started a roast and vegetables in the crock-pot earlier that day. It would not take long to have dinner ready. She knew he wasn’t really angry with her, but he was very strict about how she was to handle her body and he had caught her lingering with her hand between her legs. She knew he was not pleased and she wanted to make it up to him. She quickly made a salad, and opened a can of pears and fixed them in a nice desert dish with grated cheese on top the way he loved it. Then she put biscuits in the oven to cook while she set the table for Sir and herself. She knew he wanted to eat right away so she made him a drink and set it by his plate with the mail next to it for him to look at.

Soon she heard him come out of the bathroom and as she heard his feet pattering she quickly dropped to her knees. She bent forward with her hands and arms flat on the floor over her head and her forehead on the floor, with her bottom in the air and legs spread for Sir’s inspection. She stayed in her position silently as she waited for his acknowledgement.

She heard him stop and saw his slippers on the carpet near her face as he walked around her. She knew he was looking her over. He stopped when he got behind her and then she felt his hand rubbing her ass. She did so love it when he greeted her this way. There was something so intimate and reassuring in his touch as he inspected his submissive. It made her proud and pleased to be His. He did not speak to her yet and she felt his hand slide down between her ass cheeks and into her pussy that was wet still from his touch in the shower. He slid a couple of fingers into her cunt and began to fuck her hard and steady. She began to moan and breath hard. She began to move back to meet each thrust of his fingers. She was glad to know that he was going to let her cum after all. But to her disappointment he stopped and smacked her on the ass. “No climax for you my little cum slut,” he laughed. “Besides, I have had mine anyway.” She felt her face turn red in frustration realizing that he had masturbated rokettube himself knowing that she had wanted him to fuck her so badly. He was punishing her for rubbing herself in the shower. She moaned and swallowed hard trying to turn off the growing hunger between her legs.

“You know you have been a bad girl don’t you little slut?” he said when he got back to the front of her.

“Yes Sir,” she gulped, feeling the sting of hot tears in her eyes knowing she had disappointed him.

“And what did you do that was bad Pet?”

With her arms still stretched out in front of her and her face on the floor she quietly said, “I rubbed my clit instead of just finishing up my shower Sir.” Again she felt the tears slide down her face. She really hated to do anything to disappoint her Sir. The shame she felt was worse than if she had deliberately disobeyed him. Then she realized that even though she had not planned it she had done what he had told her not to and she felt another twinge of shame that she had not been more diligent. Why was she so weak when it came to resisting sexual thoughts of him? Then it occurred to her that she could not resist it without turning herself off to him completely, and she didn’t want to do that. She felt like she was caught between a rock and a hard place now. How could she ever resist sexual feelings about him, and how could he ever want her to? She knew this question would haunt her.

“That’s right Pet. And haven’t I told you that you are not to play with my cunt without my permission?”

“Yes Sir you have.”

“Well I think you should be punished don’t you?”

Eva froze. She hated it when he wanted her to agree with punishment, especially when she had not done it on purpose. But she knew that she had committed the transgression and she reluctantly, and timidly mumbled, “Yes Sir.” She wondered what he had in mind. It always scared her not knowing.

“Well first of all, I think a little foot and cock worship is in order don’t you?” he said.

“Yes Sir,” she said.

Then he stuck the toe of his slippered foot up against her head. “You may begin,” he said.

Eva raised herself up on her knees and elbows and saw that he was sliding his foot up further under her. She placed her hands on each side of his foot. Holding it gently she rubbed her face around his foot on both sides, letting her hair fall on him. She kissed his foot and his ankles and spent some time going back and forth between rubbing her face against him and kissing his foot. She enjoyed foot worship. She enjoyed every way that she could show her adoration for him. She knew she was his completely and she knew she would do anything for him. To worship him was only a lovely acknowledgement of her submission to him. He did control her world after all, and not just sexually. It was a way for her to show her Master how much she felt for him and how much she loved submitting to his Dominance. It was actually quite a turn on for her. She had never told Sir that it was but she was sure he knew, and he seemed to enjoy it as well. Then he pulled his foot back and stuck the other one in front of her face, and she rubbed and kissed that foot until he pulled it back.

“Now up on your knees,” he demanded.

She sat up and leaned back on her ankles as she looked at his cock. She loved it that his cock was just about eye level when she was on her knees. He had not put on the shorts that he held in his hand, and his cock was semi hard. She smiled just a little to herself knowing that her touch was exciting him into an erection. She unconsciously licked her lips as she thought how much she loved worshiping his cock. This was her Master after all, and she was only too happy to adore his cock. It was hers to enjoy worshiping. She loved it that she could give him pleasure in exchange for as much pleasure as he gave her every time he touched her.

He grabbed the top of her hair and bent her head back. He looked into her eyes with that same steely glare that he had in the shower. His cock was much harder now and as he moved forward toward her lips he demanded loudly, “Suck my cock bitch?” And he shoved the tender tip of his thick meat between her lips. She opened her mouth automatically still looking up into his eyes. She wet the tip a little with her warm tongue and slid her mouth a little further onto this cock that she loved so much. She wanted to eat him all up.

He began to rhythmically thrust his cock between her lips as he stared into her adoring eyes. She slid her mouth in and out taking more of him in with each stroke. She began to suck ever so slightly. She loved how it felt when he slid his cock all the way into her mouth. This was her Sir. This was her Master. This cock was His and she wanted to take every bit of it into her hot mouth. She even liked it when he gagged her a little. He did it just enough and never went to far. She sucked a little harder and he kept a tight hold of the handful of hair on top of her head pulling her back and forth on his stiff rod. He began to pump her a little faster and she heard a tiny sigh escape from seks filmi him. She sucked and sucked. Then she felt his beautiful cock get hard as a rock and she prepared to taste his cum as it flowed down her throat. But just then he pulled his cock out of her mouth and, with her mouth still open to receive him, she protested, “Arghhh!” She looked at him in disbelief and her bottom lip began to poke itself out again as a tear of frustration, and fear that she had done something wrong pulled at her thoughts.

He laughed wickedly then and smacked her face a little on one cheek then the other. “No more for you whore,” he snapped giving her a look that said don’t move any further, and he stepped back out of her reach. She hated how he was able to stay in control of his sexual urges more than she could. She was not able to resist his touch, or his voice, or a sexy look from him. He always turned her on instantly, and yet he could stay in control of his own body and passions as long as he wanted to. There were times that he pleasured her for hours and still would not cum for her. It infuriated her that he could do that and she could not, but she also had to admit that she didn’t want to resist him either. She chuckled silently to herself as she closed her mouth leaving her lower lip still sticking out, and she feigned a look of anger and indifference as she sniffed the air and took on an attitude. He smacked her on the side of her head with the shorts that he was holding.

While he put his shorts on he continued to look her straight in the eye. Suddenly he frowned and said, “Lower your eyes bitch. You are not allowed to look at this cock any longer. Now tell me Pet,” he said as she lowered her eyes, “whose bitch are you?”

“I am your bitch Sir,” she whined, still pouting.

“And, who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you Sir.”

“That’s right and since I own you I think tonight I will treat you like the naughty little pet you are.”

Eva was careful not to look into his eyes, but she wondered what he had in mind. Then with her still on her knees he went to the dining table and took her placemat and plate and utensils and put them in the kitchen. He moved her chair from where she usually sat. She wondered what on earth he was doing. He brought an empty bowl and sat it on the floor where her chair had been. He went back to the table and sat down. He took a drink and he absentmindedly thumbed through the mail. Not even looking at her he said, “You will put dinner on the table for me now Pet. But tonight you are not allowed to use any furniture, or any of my possessions and you will not eat anything that I do not give you to eat. You will not look at me unless I give you permission to. You will sit on the floor at my feet like a good pet. And when you do eat, just like other pets, you will not have any utensils. You will eat out of the bowl, and out of my hand, the way I tell you to and you will think about whom you belong to. You will do as I tell you and you will not move without my permission. And, you will think about just how much I am in control of who I own, do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” she said again in disbelief.

“Go now,” he said, “I want my dinner.”

As she rose from her knees she couldn’t help hanging her head at his rejection. But she knew all too well that he was indeed her Master and she must do as he wished in all things. She finished preparing dinner and took his food to the table. She freshened his drink and stood back and a little to the side of him, with her eyes lowered, waiting for his directions. He let her stand there as he began to eat his meal. Then as if it was an afterthought he ordered her to kneel on the floor at his feet.

She knelt as she was told and she couldn’t help feeling dejected again because he was behaving as if it were nothing that she was being treated like his pet. Then it dawned on her. She was his pet. And, she could be ‘a pet’, or His Pet. It all depended on how she behaved for him. It occurred to her that he had never been more in control of her. The rough treatment in the shower earlier had only turned her on more. She had loved it. But now, as if he knew, she did not love this treatment and she never wanted to be treated like ‘a pet’ again. She wanted to be ‘His Pet’ always. She felt the heat of her tears welling up in her eyes again. And the thought that she was not even allowed to look at him made it all the worse.

Sir Dan began to eat his dinner and after a while he got up and went into the kitchen. When he returned he had more food on his plate. When he sat down he cut some of the meat and took it a piece at a time and put it to Eva’s mouth under the table. Obediently she opened her mouth and took each piece of meat gently from his fingers and ate it. But he did not feed her consistently. He would read his mail and eat a little himself. Then he would take another piece of food and reach under the table and put it into her mouth. Then he bent down and took the empty bowl and poured some of the ice tea from his glass into it. “Drink,” he ordered, and placed the bowl on the floor in front of her. She started to take the bowl and he stopped her. “That is my bowl and I did not give you permission to hold it. If you are thirsty put your face in the bowl and lap it up like a good pet.” As her tears stung her again she put her face down into the bowl and lapped the tea up the best she could.

The Club Pt. 09

Hypnotized

Chapter 14 The Finale

I awoke very late, or at least it felt late. Lisa was gone but I could hear the shower running. “Are you OK, darling?” I called but she probably didn’t hear me over the shower. I got up and felt the usual delicious tingle as the sheer fabric dropped over my smooth skin. I padded to the bathroom and was rewarded with the sight of my beautiful Lisa through the shower door. I called again but she didn’t stop washing herself so I popped my head round the shower door only to have my left breast form and my nightie soaked as Lisa splashed. I did fleetingly see her striped arse as I yelled and drew back.

“Sorry,David I didn’t see you there,” said Lisa as she temporarily stopped her ablutions and popped a wet head round the shower door.

” I was just a bit worried about you, baby,” I simpered and Lisa gave me her usual winning smile, “I am as fine as I can be considering…,” she said, “and I am glad that is over for another year. I will have to see if I can get out of it next time.”

I nodded assent and hmmmed as one does when one is not entirely believing but disinclined to challenge.

There seemed little point in standing about in a wet nightie so I promptly took it off and joined Lisa laughing and giggling in the shower. I felt really close to her as I helped her bathe her ravaged body and she soaped me all over. Lisa was really cheerful and only winced when I touched her bum. She exited the shower first and left me in the hot spray to rinse off. Once again, when I had exited the shower we used the usual copious numbers of towels to dry ourselves and then sat in front of our massive bedroom mirror to apply make up and dry our hair.

My own natural hair was growing nicely and I now had enough length for a boyish sort of style but it was a little thin and I had fine hair. As Lisa pointed out, such hair was going to be a trial every morning to get any shape into it. The alternative was to shave it all off and glue a wig on semi permanently like my breastforms. Once a month maintenance rather than every day. It was an attractive prospect and, as Lisa again said, I still needed to do morning maintenance to my hair so still very girly.

The rubber was still where we had left it, in a heap on a chair. Lisa showed me how to rinse it through and dry it off. She also told me that the transparent rubber had been treated so that it didn’t need to be talced like the regular black or coloured rubber as she had worn. I enjoyed handling the rubber.

“Can I keep this stuff here, Lisa,” I asked as I towelled the water spots off the red bra.

“Oh yeah, sure. All the outfits in FemsRace are either in someone’s room or in the store.” Lisa replied,”and that stuff would only fit you or a man of your shape anyway so I doubt there will be much demand for it.” I promptly put the whole outfit on hangers and hung it in my wardrobe. I even stroked it as I closed the door and knew that I would wear the outfit again. I saw Lisa looking at me as I closed the wardrobe door.

“Addictive stuff,” she said and I nodded sagely as I felt the rubber again and imagined it on my skin. Lisa touched my arm.

“It is OK, David,” she said, “to crave all these sensations. I quite like rubber but always associate it with Mistress Amy. When I wear it I become submissive and self conscious so I have to be told to wear it, forced to even so I don’t just put it on to be sexy, if that makes sense.” She laughed nervously and I saw her shudder presumably at the memory of yesterday and I saw her stroke her bum through the towel, “but it is okay for you to wear it because altyazı porno you want to and I think I would like that for myself, you, dressed in rubber…for me, hhmmm.”

With that we giggled and embraced. My towel fell off my breasts and we laughed and started a play fight with me naked except for a towel on my head and she quickly lost her body towel too. I stole a kiss on her lips and my breast forms brushed her real ones. The laughing stopped and we looked at each other, breathing hard. The next kiss was long and passionate and we slowly entwined ourselves as we lost ourselves in the kiss. I ate her mouth and tongue and the kiss became greedy as we ate each other. I felt my cock stiffen and so did she. We parted and I saw the lust in her eyes.

“Save it, tiger,” she breathed,”my arse is not ready for you just now but I want you to fuck me properly tonight and I won’t take no for an answer.” With that she broke off laughing and we play fought lightly for another few minutes.

I think that I fell in love with Lisa at that point. It wasn’t a sudden rush and indeed, this story is a recollection of the events and, in the setting out of the events, it occurs to me that this was the point at which I just knew. I didn’t do anything or say anything at the time but somehow, in the recalling for this story, it was this point at which I realised that my love was actually there. I had been in love before or thought I was, but this was different somehow, stronger, more certain. I was still wary and knew that we had many hurdles to clear but at least I now knew what I wanted and that if anyone could share it, it was Lisa.

We dressed as always in our smart gear. As always my skirt was slightly too short and my suspenders too long but I didn’t care. I was aware that my time at FemsRace was drawing to a close so I could dress how I pleased here for the remainder of the time and I liked feeling sexy and slightly slutty and had no qualms about displaying my underwear and skin in this club. Lisa was only slightly more demure but we had agreed that we would both wear skirts and suspenders for each other. We clattered, giggling to breakfast and were like two schoolgirls as we nibbled out toast and discussed make up, hair and perfume.

We had sat opposite each other for once and during a silence I felt ready to broach the subject.

“Lisa, darling, do you think we should leave FemsRace,” I ventured,

I looked over at Lisa as she poured the tea. Her face was quite calm and I could see she was looking for the right words.

“You took the thought right out of my mind, David,”she said. I felt my heart leap. So this was it! We had launched the ship! No turning back now.

I won’t bore the reader with the logistics of what came next but within a month we had moved into a flat together. I had found a job through Carla working for one of her husband’s companies as a PA to one of his female managers and that was really cool as she knew that I was a T Girl and indulged me as I learnt how to be more demure in appearance, to blend in with the crowd. Both make up and dress were modified for that and she gave me time off to have my beard removed by electrolysis. I had taken Lisa’s advice about the wig being glued on and settled for a really lovely and very expensive shoulder length one in a neutral shade of brown with subtle henna highlights. I was now a full time girl and wore tights at work and regular bra and panties. My heels were only two inches and the shoes sensible, no stilettos at work.

I had some voice coaching and used a throat amatör porno spray that a doctor gave me. I never got the musical quality that women have but I was much better than before and it gave me more confidence to go out on my own and, in particular to go into clothing stores on my own and ask to try things on.

I also noticed men looking at me and learned the art of avoiding eye contact and dressing to blend rather than to please. Eventually of course, I had to dress up and just go out to wow the men. I had been able to take all my FemsRace clothing with me and I did enjoy putting on a short skirt and suspenders with high heels, full make up and a sheer blouse and just going out on the town.

At home after work I usually stripped off to a nightie and peignoir and wasn’t allowed to put on any sweat pants or scruffy clothes. I had to be immaculately dressed or in lingerie. Only occasionally was I permitted to wear jeans or trousers and they were as feminine as Lisa could find. Only she could buy such items. Everything I bought had to be glamorous and I actually didn’t mind that. I was a T Girl not a woman so I had to be the best T Girl I could be. Lisa insisted and I wasn’t arguing.

I had also worn corsets for days at a time and my waist had reduced and I had the makings of an hour glass figure. My corset maker had warned me that any further reductions would need an industrial strength of corset and would give me sores so I settled for the ones I had and constantly dieted to get my weight down. I certainly lost muscle tone but my broad shoulders necessitated a large breast form. I did eventually have electrolysis and laser treatment on my body hair above the waist and on my bum but was advised that to do the legs would be difficult and costly and to depilate my bum crack would be risky. All are still regularly shaved. Fortunately my fine gauge hair on my head also extends to my body and Lisa has little objection to helping me with these difficult to reach areas. I obviously return the favour when asked.

Lisa was very much her old self and demanded that I fuck her on a regular basis. We both had other liaisons and I now have a regular boyfriend who I see as often as I can which is about once a month and we make love and it is wonderful for me to take his cock in hand or mouth and, after about four really hot dates, he lovingly penetrated me. It was a beautiful experience and I always returned to Lisa in high spirits and she always asked me how it felt and was happy that I was happy as well. We always made sweet and beautiful love afterwards and that also applied to her own lesbian encounters which were more frequent at about once a fortnight although her partners were different every time. Lisa did not want to take a lover as she felt that I was enough for her and that my cock was much better than a strap on and other men were out of the question as other women were to me.

I truly feel that this time with Lisa was the best of my life and I found both myself and the love of my life in Lisa and as a T Girl.

This all came to an end exactly three months ago when my beautiful and precious Lisa died. She was diagnosed with cancer of the pancreas and was dead within six weeks. After the diagnosis I was devastated and wept so much that I couldn’t wear make up. My boss at work was really supportive and gave me loads of slack and time off and made sure that the rest of the office gave me all the room that they could. By this time I think they all knew I was a T Girl but I had been there long enough and made enough friends that when they amatör porno saw my grief they were touched enough to comfort me as a girl. Even the guys were really solicitous of me and when I saw or felt that I always burst into tears.

Carla, her husband and I buried Lisa with as much grace as we could muster.

My boyfriend was also really good and held my hand at the funeral and held me up when the coffin disappeared and I collapsed, overcome with grief and screaming for my beloved Lisa.

About a month ago I returned to FemsRace at the invitation of Carla but I think I wasn’t really ready for it. I didn’t see anybody I knew and spent the first night in Carla’s arms weeping gently and whispering and shouting about my Lisa and how unfair it was that she had been taken like that. Strangely, I felt better in the morning having been able to grieve with Carla and her eyes were equally red and puffy as mine. We obviously became very close but we didn’t indulge in any sex at all. I still took comfort in the feel of satin and suspenders and all the female clothes I wore but couldn’t bring myself to be in any way slutty or sexy. I think Carla understood and was an absolute brick for me, allowing me to let go like that.

I did manage to visit Gina and Peter and they too were really good. Through her tears Gina said that if it would help, she would gladly put me to work as a pony and I thanked her but declined. Carla left me there and I curled up with Gina and Peter joined us to share all my memories of Lisa and our life together. I don’t recall going to bed but in the morning when I woke I found us all fully dressed and intertwined on a double bed in what I later learned was Gina and Peter’s bedroom. I felt slightly better and Peter drove me back to FemsRace where Carla met me. I embraced Peter and kissed him lightly on the lips and felt him respond to me. As we broke away from each other I looked into his eyes and saw only warmth there. I think we both knew that we would probably never see each other again. My eyes pricked but I managed to stop myself from crying. I was beginning to get a grip.

Carla took me home again and my flat had been cleared of Lisa’s clothes and completely revamped and redecorated. Apparently I had Carla’s husband to thank for that. I had some wonderful memories and quite a few mementoes of her and our life together. Certainly the revamp and new décor made the flat feel brand new and it was and is my home.

When I returned to work my colleagues and boss were really genuinely pleased to see me and that helped enormously.

So that is my story. This was my route to being a successful T Girl.

FemsRace is no more, Carla tells me. It closed shortly after we were there. Perhaps she is just saying that to help me cut the ties.

I want to leave you with a mental picture. A beautiful, mature woman standing in the foreground and looking at you with a steady gaze, a slight smile on her lips, confident, her legs apart clad in stockings and shiny high heels. The swell of her breasts visible under her open jacket and her high neck cerise colour sheer blouse. Is that the hint of a matching bra you can see under the blouse? Is that a stocking top just visible under the hem of her short mini skirt? Her hand on her right hip which is thrust out to meet it, her left hand loose at her thigh. Are those hands a bit big? Look at those dark red nails, just like talons! Your attention is drawn back to her luscious lips painted dark red. Are those shoulders a bit broad? Never mind, look at those legs!

You see a confident poised woman, a MILF if you like. In the background is a man. Her boyfriend? He seems to be a shrinking violet. Why is he so far back with his hands to his face? Is he trying to hide?

My God that is one sexy lady!

So what are you waiting for boys and girls alike? Come and get me!

THE END

Eliza Havering Ch. 02

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We had been sitting in the garden chatting about her latest ‘client’. I was trying to come to terms with what she was telling me. What she said next changed my world forever.

“Would you like to meet her?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Was I really being invited to meet her ‘client’ who she claimed was naked and locked in her cellar?

“I warn you,” she said standing up, “she may not be in the mood for idle chatter, but your presence might be beneficial.”

As she headed towards the gate, I knew I should have stayed sitting and simply called, “No thanks but the best of luck.” Instead I hurried after her, following like a sheep. What the fuck was going on? I thought to myself. Her back garden was beautifully manicured in stark contrast to mine and I tried not to feel guilty as I followed up a couple of steps and into her kitchen. Very few original features had been altered. There was still the flagstone floor and the beamed ceiling. The fire recess that once must have held a large wood-fired range now had a large six-burner gas cooker. This seemed to be the only innovation. The antique rustic table dominated the centre of the room and the whole kitchen oozed warmth and cosy evenings huddled around the blazing fire.

Eliza was already standing by an open door in one corner. I could see a few stone steps, going down to what was presumably the cellar. I walked across and she led the way down the stairs, switching lights on as she went. At the bottom there was an open space and a single heavy-looking door. Eliza went over to a bench and sat down. She kicked off her girlish pink flip-flops and started zipping herself into a pair of black leather, thigh-length boots.

“These teenagers …” she commented as she tugged the zips up the backs of her legs, “seem to have fixed ideas in their silly minds and sometimes I have to go along with it. I think they watch far too much porn on their mobiles. I have to assume a certain role. Please don’t be too shocked.”

She stood up and instantly became five inches taller thanks to the heels on the boots. Then she began to loosen the belt of her robe. My mouth was dry, and I watched with expectation and I was not disappointed. If this was a role then I was all for it. Last weekend she had visited looking elegant and utterly gorgeous. Now she was something else. She dropped the fluffy white robe onto the bench and turned to face me.

“What do you think of the costume,” she asked, “it’s a bit theatrical but my clients, and their parents or partners, seem to expect it. Curiously so do the girls. And especially their fathers. Who am I to stop their fun?”

I was already excited by her boots and as she had taken off her robe with her back to me, I had had a chance to examine more. I didn’t yet know how much she was hidden at the front by her panties, but it hid nothing of her bottom. I was already partly in love with her and now I fell completely. A thin string ran between the cheeks of her arse and as she bent to place her robe on the low bench, I caught the briefest glimpse of her pretty brown bud. When she turned round my eyes widened even more.

The front of her thong was about as tiny as it could be. I could see no hint of hair so I assumed she must be shaved. I tried to swallow but my mouth was too dry. When I let my eyes travel further up her body, I found she was wearing a jet-black corset. Or is it a basque? I’m never sure which is which. It covered her boobs is all I remember. But only just. She wasn’t huge in that department but the corset or basque pushed them up until they bulged up and were almost spilling out of the front.

“You like?” she asked with a devilish grin.

I didn’t trust myself to speak so I just nodded. She grinned knowingly. She knew the effect she was having on me. She understood my plight and walked past me towards the heavy door. On the wall next to the door was a length of wood with coat hooks screwed onto it. Hanging from it were all sorts of things that I loosely called whips. I’m sure each had their own proper name, but I was entering a world I knew nothing about. She picked out the only one I did recognise, a riding crop. I only knew what it was as my ex had once gone through a horse-riding phase and would often parade around in those tight leggings they wear and brandishing her crop. Eliza also took down a large key. She turned to look at me.

“Ready?” she asked, sensing my nervousness.

I nodded and tried to make myself match her stern expression. I had no real idea what to expect on the other side of the door. Would there really be a naked girl in there or was all this some elaborate game. The key made a satisfying clunk as it settled into the keyhole, a sound that seemed amplified in the silent cellar. With a creak of the hinges the door was swung open and Eliza stepped inside.

For a moment I was tempted to turn and walk back up the stairs, but my curiosity had the better of me. I stepped to one side and peered into the room. It was small, little more than a cell and Eliza seemed to fill most of it. Beyond her, cowering in a corner was her ‘client’. She had not been ensest porno lying. The girl was naked. And she was young, I guessed at about nineteen or twenty. I later found out she was twenty-one but at the time to me she looked younger. A loud crack filled the small space as Eliza smacked the side of her boot with the crop.

“Stand up!” her voice filled the room, and she used a tone that could not be ignored or disobeyed. Slowly the girl got to her feet, looking terrified.

“Position one!” the same voice, the same impelling command. “Remember what I taught you!”

Slowly the girl stood upright and placed her hands behind her head. This made her young breasts push forward almost obscenely. Her face was grubby and streaked with tears and she looked terrified. Her pale skin was also covered in dirty smudges. I guessed it was from being in the cellar as it looked none to clean. It had probably once been used as a coal cellar. Suddenly Eliza’s crop struck the girl on the outside of her thigh making her yelp with pain. I jumped at the suddenness of the sharp sound. My movement must have caught the girl’s eye as she suddenly saw me standing behind Eliza, watching the proceedings. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of a new figure. Eliza must have sensed this, and half turned towards me.

“Come in, Duncan,” she said and stepped to one side giving me an even clearer view of the frightened naked girl. Somehow, she had kept her pose and corrected it by spreading her legs wide. This inevitable focussed my attention on her pussy which, I was amazed to see, was glistening in the dim light, and appeared to be already oozing with her juices.

“Come and meet my new pupil. Her name is Sylvia although her friends call her Syl. And she lets them, which shows a lack of self-respect I think, don’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, she turned back to the girl. “Duncan is a friend and he wanted to meet you. Aren’t you honoured, Sylvia?”

The girl nodded dumbly. Another strike with the crop on her thigh made her yelp and find her voice.

“Hello, Sir.” She managed to force out.

“Good afternoon, Sylvia, you seem to have got yourself in a bit of trouble.”

Eliza turned and grinned at me. I had obviously responded in the right way.

“She has been badly behaved since she got her two days ago,” she explained, “I have tried restraints and other punishments and locking her in here was a last resort. She needs to apologise, and do it sincerely, before I will let her out and she can have some food. Surely, I am not being too harsh, am I Duncan?”

“It certainly sounds like she needs teaching a lesson,” I replied. Inside my jeans my dick was growing bigger by the minute. Sylvia’s cunt juices were beginning to trickle down the inside of her thighs and I found it hard to take my eyes off it.

Eliza turned back to the girl, “well? Are you ready to apologise and to start behaving yourself?”

“Yes, Miss, I am so, so sorry, Miss. I promise I’ll behave, I really will.”

“Did that sound sincere to you Duncan?” she asked me.

“Not too bad,” I said, trying to imply a sliver of doubt.

“I wasn’t that convinced,” said Eliza, “turn around girl!”

Sylvia slowly shuffled around making sure her feet were kept well apart.

“You know the drill by now, girl. Bend over, fingertips to the floor and stay still.”

I could not believe what was happening in front of me. Sylvia’s grubby arse was pointing straight at me and her slightly darker anus seemed to stare at me. Eliza stepped to one side and without hesitating struck four blows with the crop, two on the left cheek and two on the right. The girl yelled and nearly fell over. The sound of the sharp slaps echoed around the tiny cell. Thinking it was over the girl started to straighten up.

“Did I say you could move? Get back down,” Eliza barked out, then she turned to me, “I think four more should do it this time, don’t you think so?”

I didn’t know what to say. My head was swirling with strange thoughts. I simply nodded unable to find my voice. Then Eliza held the crop out to me, handle first.

“Would you care to try?” she asked me.

I tried to act shocked but inside I was eager to have a try. There was something about the cruel black leather crop and the girl’s grubby white bottom that I found irresistible. Already red marks were beginning to appear on her pale skin. I reached out and took the offered crop. It felt good in my hand and I swished it through the air a few times to get the feel of it. It felt good and made very satisfying whistling noises that cannot have been lost on the bent figure in front of me. I took a couple of steps forward to get into range. Unlike Eliza who had stood to the side and struck across, I stood behind and aimed to bring it downwards. I had seen this on a video clip I’d watched during the week and it seemed a good method.

The first try struck her right cheek a glancing blow and made a lovely sound as she yelped again. I heard Eliza mutter “Harder” quietly under her breath. My second blow was aimed at her left cheek asyalı porno and I extended my arm slightly. I felt it reverberate up the handle of the crop and tingle in my palm. She shouted even louder this time and stumbled forward. Eliza grabbed her ponytail and pulled her back and helped her stay on her feet. Two red marks were slowly developing on the pale skin.

“Two more and then we’ll ask her again.”

I nodded and aimed for her right cheek again. Now I had the technique I got a better reaction. A yelp and then the unmistakable sound of sobbing. Part of me wanted to stop at the thought of her tears but I only had one more and I wanted to make it a good one. A decent apology was all we asked of her. Then I was surprised that I had just thought of it as ‘We’ and not simply Eliza. The last blow was my best and I let my arm fall to the side, the crop dangling from my hand. I watched as the two new marks slowly appeared, red and livid. Eliza tugged at the girl’s hair and pulled her upright.

“Turn around!”

Again, the awkward shuffling as she turned to face us, trying to keep her legs well spread. I glanced down. She was leaking even more, something I hadn’t noticed while I was spanking her. I looked at her face and fresh tear tracks ran across her grubby cheeks.

“Ready to apologise properly now, girl?”

Sylvia sniffed back her tears. “I … I … I really, really am sorry that I was so bad. I promise to be good from now on, Miss. Please don’t punish me again. Please.”

“Well?” Eliza asked me.

“I think that sounded sincere that time,” I answered her. Besides, I felt the poor girl had been punished enough, at least for now. What Eliza had planned for her future I didn’t know.

“So do I,” she agreed, “now, Sylvia, I think you should thank us.”

Sylvia’s sad and tearful face lifted, and she looked at us each in turn. “Thank you, Miss, and thank you, Sir.”

Then Eliza did something I was not expecting. She stepped up to Sylvia, put her arms around her and gave her a warm and loving hug. For a long silent moment, the two women clung tightly to each other. When Eliza stepped back, I could see that fresh tears were running down Sylvia’s face but this time they were tears of happiness.

“I’m hungry,” Eliza suddenly announced, “and I’m sure Sylvia is as well. After all I promised she could eat when she had apologised.” She turned to me. “Jane, my cook, will have left something. I have no idea what but I’m sure it will be delicious. Will you join us?”

With the sad prospect of a lonely microwave meal for one waiting for me back home I readily agreed. She walked out of the door and Sylvia hurried to follow her. I followed behind still admiring my handiwork on her bottom that now glowed even more brightly. Outside the door Eliza stopped and turned to face Sylvia. She reached up to the row of pegs. Hidden amongst all the whips was something I had missed before. She took down a black leather dog’s leash attached to an open, brass-studded black leather collar. Sylvia obediently stood quietly and allowed Eliza to fasten the collar around her neck. Taking the end of the leash Eliza headed up the stairs to the kitchen pulling Sylvia behind her. As I climbed at the back of the queue Sylvias battered bottom was at eye-level and I kept getting glimpses of her anus and her wet cunt. They were both a delight for my eyes.

In the kitchen Eliza paused. “Take a seat a moment, Duncan. I need to go and find something to clean her up a little. She can’t have dinner in that state.”

As she walked past me on her way out, she passed me the end of the dog leash. I took it automatically and watched her back as she left.

“Keep and eye on her,” she called over her shoulder.

I sat down on one of the old but sturdy kitchen chairs I looked Sylvia up and down. She seemed to have revered slightly and I wondered if I should allow her to sit as well but pushed the idea away. It somehow seemed wrong. She simply stood next to me, head bowed, and eyes fixed on the floor, her hands clasped behind her. I was happy to sit in silence trying to make sense of the last hour. I was a little shocked and surprised at my reaction to seeing the young girl punished but I remembered the feeling of elation as I grasped the plaited handle of the crop and how it felt to lift my arm and get those loud yelps as a reward. My thoughts were interrupted by the return of Eliza. She was carrying a towel and something that seemed to be shower gel. She walked past us heading for the back door.

“Let us do this in the garden,” she announced, “bring her with you Duncan.”

I stood up and dutifully followed her into the garden, Sylvia obediently following the pull of the leash. Eliza was busy connecting a hose pipe to an outside tap and Sylvia was directed to a spot on the lawn.

“You can unclip her, Duncan. I’m sure by now she knows better than to run away.”

I unclipped the leash and stood to one side out of the way. I had an idea what was going to happen, and I didn’t want to get soaked as well. Eliza turned on the tap, adjusted gizli çekim porno the spray from the nozzle and then turned it on Sylvia. The shock of the cold water made her yelp again, but she slowly got used to it. It was still only mid-afternoon and very warm so it must have been refreshing. I was glad I had stood well back as the spray splashed everywhere. Eliza continued to point the jet of water at her, telling her to turn around slowly. Then she held the hose to one side and handed her the bottle of shower gel.

“Time to scrub up, girl. I want you nice and clean before you can have dinner.”

Sylvia started to wash herself and the dirty streaks slowly disappeared. Beneath the grime she was very pretty indeed, and I felt my dick, that had softened while waiting in the kitchen, began to stiffen once more. I watched in fascination as Sylvia washed her whole body and Eliza occasionally ran the hose over her as encouragement.

“Don’t forget your cunt and arse,” she said, “its important to keep those clean. When you first arrived, you stank down there.”

I think Sylvia blushed, but she obediently washed carefully between her legs both front and back, sliding her hand between the cheeks of her arse. She was made to do her hair as well before she was thoroughly rinsed off and Eliza turned off the water. She passed Sylvia the towel who grabbed at it and used it to keep off the slight chill that had started in the early evening air. She also took the chance to cover herself, however briefly, from our penetrating stares. It was a respite that was doomed never to last as Eliza snatched the towel away.

“Put her back on the leash, Duncan and bring her to the kitchen, she commanded me.

She left us and I did as I had been told. Sylvia was shivering slightly from all the cold water, but she looked sparkling and fresh in the sunshine. I clipped the leash back to her collar and led her back inside. Eliza glanced at us before going over to what appeared to be a set of old-fashioned cupboards. Taking hold of a handle she pulled, and the complete set of doors lifted out and up before sliding noiselessly out of the way. They had been hiding all the best equipment that a modern kitchen needed. She picked up a piece of paper and read what was written on it.

“Jane tells me she has made a salad and some smoked fish pate. I hope we all like fish. She has suggested that, and some toast should suffice. Ah well, we can always order more in if we get hungry later. There’s a good pizza place not far away.”

She turned and saw Sylvia shivering across the room trying to hug herself warm.

“Are you cold?” she asked, a little needlessly I thought, “I know a cure for that … exercise! Star jumps, now!”

Poor Sylvia knew she had no choice but to obey. I unclipped her leash and sat down to watch as she began to do star jumps. Eliza took a moment out to stand across the kitchen and watch as well, a smile on her face.

“Isn’t that a lovely sight?” she asked me.

“Delightful,” I replied and knew I had turned another corner.

While Eliza busied herself making toast for the pate, I watched Sylvia do her jumps. I loved the way her tits and her bum jiggled each time she landed. And I adored the flash of her pink cunt as she stretched her legs outwards. I was in heaven. As the toast popped out of the toaster, Eliza called over her shoulder.

“Enough jumps, running on the spot now.”

Sylvia looked relieved. She had started panting quite heavily with the effort of the star jumps. Her tits rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing. I continued to watch her, mesmerized by the jiggling of her nipples. I could feel my erection starting to bulge inside my trousers but could do little to hide it.

“I think we’ll eat in the dining room,” came the sudden announcement. She had loaded a salad bowl, some small ramekins of pate and a plate of toast triangles onto a tray. “Stop running now, Sylvia, and take this and follow me.”

Sylvia stopped and gasped for breath. At least she looked pink and warm. She took the tray and Eliza led the way from the kitchen. Once again, I brought up the rear, still clutching the redundant leash in my hand. The house we walked through had once been and still was a very elegant and well-to-do home. Probably belonging originally to one of the new Victorian middle classes that had grown rich and fat off the misery of the poor. Everywhere was clean and sparkling but I somehow didn’t imagine Eliza spent much time doing her own housework. She opened a pair of mahogany doors and led us into what was clearly the dining room.

It was the height of decadent living. The polished table was ostentatiously long and was flanked on both side by elegant dining chairs. There were two places laid, one at either end. Eliza sat herself at one end and motioned me to the other. Where Sylvia was supposed to sit, I didn’t know. My question was soon answered. For the moment she stood next to Eliza’s chair holding the tray. Eliza served herself with salad and some toast and a ramekin of pate and then waved Sylvia away. She came and stood next to me and I piled food onto my plate. I’d neglected lunch and I was now starving. Sylvia seemed to know what she was supposed to do. perhaps that had been one of her first lessons. She went back to the other end of the table, put the tray down and then knelt on the floor next to Eliza’s chair.

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By the time you get home I’m so fucking horny its like two teenagers finally alone together at 16 years old. You are always horny too, you say I make you so the way I dress and carry on like a girl. I flit around with the sound of my high heels clicking on the floor twirling my dress your tongue down my throat and hands under my dress feeling me up, fondling my panty clad little round ass. You are always so hard, I just love the feeling of your hard cock through your pants. It doesn’t take long and your shirt is off as I am on my knees unbuckling your pants feeling it in my hands; I just absolutely love your cock! Its so big and hard & masculine it makes me shiver with homosexual anticipation as I press my face into it, kissing it, sniffing it, smelling its musky allure before greedily engulfing it in my cock hungry mouth finally tasting what I have been waiting for all day.

Oh my! How I love sucking cock! I’m such a horny little wife greedy for cock. As my man you love the attentiveness with which I suck your cock, the pure lustful manner I clamp onto it greedily sucking the rigid beast. You love my cock sucking cravings and eagerly hump your wonderful penis into my pretty lipstick coated mouth, finally ejaculating huge gobs of warm nasty cum into my mouth. We then kiss like rabid dogs as you fondle my hard clitty through my silky panties till I excitedly mess over your hand with my own pearly cum.

You never tire nor do I of this erotic ‘welcome home’ sex act that plays out every day. Occasionally when you get home and we are kissing and you are groping under my dress, feeling me up in my panties you’ll finger my tight little bung hole. It doesn’t take long and my panties are on the floor and your hard cock is up my ass cunt as you fuck me from behind there on the kitchen counter. I moan and pant and squirm like the femme little sissy bitch wife that I am. You fuck me hard your hands on my hips as I whimper “uh, uh, uh” in girlish tones jacking off furiously as you cum inside my tight ass cunt and I spurt cum all over the front of my pretty dress, the counter & cabinets and the kitchen floor. Then I cook you a fabulous meal like a nice little wifey should (I’m such a good cook) though sometimes we just order in Chinese and curl up on the couch.

I will admit our unabashedly homosexual relationship is based mainly on sex, it almost seems we can’t get enough of each other. At one time we were both married to real women but that really did not work out too well. Sex with a traditional wife is such a poorly played game. At first it starts out hot if you are good little boy then you might get a piece but often something comes up and you’ll just have to wait for a ‘better time’ when she is ‘more in the mood’. As your sissy wife you can dip into the candy bowl anytime and have as much as you like, which is a lot, you naughty boy!

Where did it start? Well I had been wearing panties since I was a teenager, my sister never found out but one of her boyfriends did. Max would always tease me that I should wear her panties that “I’d look as good if not better than my sister in them”. One day when sis was not around & he was waiting for her I got my first taste of cock as he coaxed me into wearing a pair of her dainty silky pink panties. We would find any excuse to be together with me sucking him off many times. Max would drive me out into the woods and take off our clothes in the back seat, I would always be in sis’s panties, sometimes a bra or camisole. Max said I sucked cock better than any girl he knew plus I was the only ‘girl’ who would swallow….. porno I did not know it at the time but I was to be hooked on both.

Cindy was my high school sweetheart and we married at too young an age. She was a doll, very petite and sexy, always in control, perhaps a little domineering, she wore the pants in the relationship. Looking back I’m surprised she stuck with a slender and less than masculine male like me for the 7 years we were married. She traveled a lot for work. It started slowly but I began to wear her panties while she was away, just like I had with my sister’s panties Gawd it felt so good. I had bought her loads & loads of lingerie to wear, but she hardly ever touched all the scintillating frilly, lacy, sheer, silky items. Might as well put them to good use I thought. Many a night I would dress up in panties & stockings, perhaps a bra or a camisole or baby doll and masturbate.

Fuck, if I was lucky there might be a pair of her soiled panties in the hamper and I would jack off to some mind bending orgasms wearing panties while I sniffed her fragrant ones. Soon it was an obsession and I would be putting on make-up, wearing her dresses (most of them would fit me), buying wigs and high heels that would fit me (hers wouldn’t). Guess she was bound to find out and she pressed it out of me and when finally confronted I admitted that I was a crossdresser. She was actually pretty cool with it but she started going out with the girls and staying out late, sometimes very late and had to be screwing some real men.

At this point I was craving cock again, craving being desired as a woman by a man, after the many years since Max and I were intimate. I just felt so gay craigslist, online chat rooms, sissy sites. Made a few connections but nothing to write home about. Then in the local free weekly paper there was an ad for “Ladies Night” at a gay bar. I just had to go! Getting all dolled up in my sexiest short black dress, stockings & high heels and the pinkest of pink silky panties I took the plunge and went out “en femme” for the 1st time in public. Nervous? Yes! Excited? OMG it felt so good walking into that club turning heads as I strolled in. Could not believe how many studly guys hit on me.

I was doing just what my wife was doing; getting hit on, making out with and teasing the cocks of so many guys. That 1st night I went home with Damien to his place and it was heaven! Kissing kissing me, telling me I was so hot and sweetly sucking my cock to a mind bending ejaculation.

I never knew how hot it was to have a guy suck your cock. Just the earnest way a male mouth feels on your penis. We fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke up in the middle of the night playing with each other’s cock. We spooned & he fucked me again from behind as he jacked me off – wow! When morning light hit I sucked him off as he was playing with my cock. Tasted so good having him cum in my mouth as he played with me and I humped my cock into his hand and made a sticky mess!

We fell back asleep & then got up around 11am. I put my dress & heels & stockings & cum soaked panties back on and was getting ready to go when he fired up a bowl and we smoked a few and did some tequila shots. Soon he was all over me again telling me how hot I was, pawing at me, kissing me, reaching under my dress feeling me up. We both had such a buzz going that after a few minutes of heavy kissing I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. This boy was hung. This boy was hard. This boy really liked hot sex. With his tasty big hard cock in my mouth I had to admit I was becoming hooked and was falling in love with the taste of cock. The sweet & nasty taste of cum takes me over the edge. With my mouth clamped over his cock greedily slobbering over it gladly bestowing pleasure upon it he grabbed my head in both hands and humped with fury.

“Yeah bitch,Yeah bitch,Yeah bitch,Yeah bitch” he panted before finally moaning in ecstasy and shooting many hot spasms of thick warm cum into my mouth. Dutifully I took it all relishing my new found love of cock, then bathing with my tongue the length of his penis and balls to show my appreciation in pleasuring him.

I stood up wobbly from the rush of sucking cock and from the pot & the tequila. In a flash I was in his arms again kissing madly with both his hands under my dress. He slipped a hand inside my panties sliding a finger between my cheeks fingering my tight hole. The other hand played with my cock through the panties. As we kissed and was being played with under my dress I could not believe how horny I was. It was like I was getting hornier & hornier! After kissing me fiercely and humping my panty clad cock into his hand as his other hand fingered my hole I came in a huff, moaning and squirting cum all over his hand, my panties anime porno & my dress. WOW!

It was 1 in the afternoon when I finally made it home. I was still dressed as a woman as I pulled into the garage. Cindy was home. Not knowing how she would react I put my heels back on (cant drive in those things) and walked into the house. She heard me coming by the sound of the heels and then just stood there with her hand over her mouth in shock when she saw me. I have to admit being dressed as a girl in front of a woman in such a thrill; it is intoxicating, so emasculating and feminizing I just tingled inside but not knowing how she would react. After a few comments like “OMG look at you” “look what the cat drug in” (I was looking pretty slutty & disheveled), “let me look at you” we hugged and then started crying. Tears of sadness knowing our marriage was over but tears of joy that my secret was out and we could talk about it.

We sat on the couch & drank some wine and talked, she wanted to know everything about last night. She was in just jean shorts and a thin tee shirt her lovely small breasts looking divine nipples poking erect through the material. I told her how exciting it was to walk into a gay bar and have everyone look at me and how exciting it was to have all the guys hit on me. She asked who I hooked up with and “tell me everything”, which I did. Sitting there talking to my wife with me dressed as a woman telling her about having sex with a hot guy was too much, I was hard again. Cindy saw that and reached under my dress & started feeling me up through my panties. I slumped back and moaned. The lovely touch of a feminine hand on my hardness & the scent of my soon to be ex wife was wonderful as she jacked me off. I started feeling her titties as she played with my cock and in very short order I came powerful jets of cum all over her hand, all over my panties and dress. Never knew how much cum I could produce in less than 24 hours. I must have cum 5 times since I walked out the door dressed as a woman that night.

Cindy was very cool and supportive with me being gay and femme. She helped me with make up and beauty tips like we were girlfriends and wanted me to find a good man, knowing how much of a cocksucking little bitch I had become. I owe a lot to her, especially as she helped me find my handsome husband, Marc. Cindy had a girlfriend who had discovered her husband was gay. Marc was a dream boat for many a woman and Kathy thought she had the perfect man; tall, handsome, athletic, hung & well educated with a decent job. Kathy tried to ignore the signs & thought it amusing when less than masculine young men would stare at her husband and flirt with him & generally act liked mindless teen girls around him. Her nephew would always hang out with Marc and it was somewhat apparent that her nephew Jimmy was probably gay. Marc had a very flexible schedule and was out seeing clients a great deal freeing him up to come home during the day while Kathy worked. Jimmy initially had seduced Marc one afternoon by wearing her clothes and make up when Kathy was not around and it had turned into a full fledged homosexual affair.

Marc was in reality a closet homosexual from before his marriage to Kathy. His masculine build Jimmy was as horny a little queer as you would find and with his effeminate mannerisms and girlish good looks; he looked stunning en femme turning Marc on no end. Jimmy loved wearing panties, stockings, dresses, make up (especially lipstick & eye shadow) and high heels. Above all Jimmy loved sucking cock, kissing men and taking cock up his ‘ass pussy’. Marc could not resist the femme gay charms of his nephew the two had incredible lovemaking sessions at least twice a month. When his cock was deep up the ass of the slender boy dressed in his wife’s lingerie or a hottie dress he was never so hard or excited, knowing deep down he was more gay than not.

Kathy started noticing her lingerie was not how she left it & even some of her dresses & clothes seemed to have been rustled through. Perhaps for 2 years it had been going on before Kathy would try to get the bottom of it. She purposely came home early one a day she thought she might find Marc home. Sure enough Jimmy’s car was in the drive along with Marc’s and she quietly snuck in the house finding her husband in bed with the boy dressed in her clothes and all hell broke loose. It was not a pretty divorce and Kathy made sure she ‘outed’ Marc to just about anyone she knew or they knew together. Marc was pretty crushed by the whole ordeal and it took a while for him to come to grips with his sexuality especially after the emotional carnage of the divorce.

It was at this point Cindy introduced Marc to me. At Cindy’s insistence we go slow and ‘date’ (& telling me not to arap porno ‘give it up’ till the 3rd date if I liked him & wanted it to last). Our divorce had been final for sometime and she was dating men but nothing serious. I was still living with her in the process of looking for a place to move out. It was a little awkward at first going on a date with a handsome guy dress ‘en femme’, where do you go besides a gay bar or an inner city coffee shop? Actually we went to a fancy restaurant in West Hollywood, no one paid us any mind. Had a fantastic date with Marc and he brought me home & we chatted with Cindy a while before a luscious goodnight kiss. The second date was fun too and we had a hard time behaving ourselves with some heavy petting (his cock felt so good through his pants!).

I was a good girl though and made him wait till the 3rd date. OMG we both wanted it so bad & we both knew it was time. I wore the silkiest, shortest dusty pink spaghetti strap dress with soft pink string bikini panties, soft pink hose & silver 5″ T-strap sandals, toes & fingers painted bubble gum pink. Cindy did my make up & even though I was rather flat chested I looked HOT!. With classy silver bracelets, necklace & earrings I was very, very sexy.

Dinner, drinks & dancing was fun but when we got back to Marc’s town home it was a night to remember. Standing there just inside the door it was fireworks going off as he embraced me and we kissed tenderly, then kissed more hungrily & passionately. OMG standing there in my flimsy dress & skimpy panties in my high heels & hose I never felt more feminine or sexually alive as I did there melting in his arms as we kissed. His hands roamed all over me and soon under my dress feeling up my hottie little panty clad ass. I brushed my hand over his growing hardness in his pants. Marc then led me to his bedroom. He slid the straps of my dress off my bare shoulders and it fell in a pile to the floor around my ankles. Standing there in just my high heels, panties & stockings was exhilarating as he ran his hands over me soon playing with my rigid penis now barely encased in the silky panties. As he played with my cock I was unbuttoning his shirt & helping him get undressed. When he was finally naked, what a hunk! 6’2″ 190 of chiseled male. With me at 5’7″ 130 I was a lithe femme creature in the arms of such a handsome man.

We stood by the bed pressing our naked bodies together kissing with abandon as he ran his hands all over me. Slipping into bed together it was heaven; kissing, nuzzling, his tongue in my ear and hand on my penis rubbing it through the silky panties. I was pulling on his magnificent cock, gawd it felt so good! Sliding down I nuzzled my face into the beast; it smelt divine, so masculine and enticing. Licking from his huge balls all along his shaft I made him squirm before finally engulfing the luscious hard manhood into my warm, wet, eager mouth. Nothing tastes better than a mouthful of cock and nothing makes me harder. Fuck! It was a dream come true.

Speaking for myself (and I’m sure sissies everywhere) nothing makes you feel more feminine and gay than to be with a naked man. It’s a tingling sensation, a rush of feminine sensation; silky, sensuous, submissive as you bow to the exciting masculine sexual energy of a hard cock. I just felt so sensual pleasuring his manhood, the fleshy warm taste of penis urging me on that I hardly noticed Marc pulling back up into his arms for another hungry gay open mouth kiss. He whispered that I was so hot as his hands roamed over my silky smooth body. Laying back on the pillow I shivered as he rose over me kneeling, playing with my hard nipples, then he began to ‘titty fuck’ me humping his majestic cock into my nipples. Soon he was humping his cock over my face as I licked the underside and licked and sucked on his balls. Before too long he was feeding me his cock again as he knelt over me thrusting it in my mouth as he reached down and played with my hard cock through my silky panties.

Marc then leaned towards my cock and soon we were on our sides in a delicious homosexual 69. He rolled me over on top of him as I continue to feast on his cock. In a flash I felt the most wonderful feeling in the world – he snaked his warm wet firm tongue between my soft ass cheeks and slithered it into my tight bung hole. OMG what a exotic erotic wonderful sensation! What it did was make me suck harder on his cock. Squirming and gyrating with his tongue up my ass pussy I could tell he was getting close when Marc spasm-ed many hot nasty gobs of warm cum into my cock hungry mouth. My enthusiasm for cock just made me keep on sucking till finally like a rag doll he picked me up and I crawled into his arms resting my head on his chest. He chuckled at my still hard cock in my panties and began pawing at it as I involuntarily humped up into his hand. Did not take long and I ejaculated many excited bursts of cum all over his hand, the panties & my belly. Looking up into his eyes we smiled and kissed softly before fading to sleep in each other’s arms.

End of Locktober

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This is a companion piece to “Locktober Already”, which introduced Marsha and Mike and their best friends, Jan and Ryan and “Locktober for Mike”, which was Marsha and Mike’s story. While this story is written to stand on its own, better context can be achieved by reading “Locktober Already” first and then “Locktober for Mike”, or, to get the backstories, after reading this piece. All are intended to engage the imagination of the reader. This is the story of what happens at the end of Locktober, which both Ryan and Mike have consensually participated. (For the uninitiated, Locktober is the term for the month of October, during which a man is consensually locked in a cock cage for the duration of the month.) If you are not interested in consensual relationships or if the mention of cock cages somehow threatens your masculinity, you should probably skip this piece and read something more to your liking.

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So, here I am at the airport, standing in line waiting to go through the TSA screening checkpoint. My wife, Jan, had assured me when she booked the flight at the last moment that cock cages were not among the listed prohibited items. Nevertheless, I envision the worst. Jan is in front of me in the line for the full body scanner. We both had just one, small carry-on bag. We had each previously checked a hastily packed suitcase at the check-in counter.

This trip to Florida was a last-minute decision; a decision I had readily agreed to when I discovered that our close friend, Marsha, who was now on her way to Florida with her husband, Mike, for the winter, had the only key to my stainless-steel chastity cage. Sure, I could have cut it off or drilled the internal lock to remove the cage, but that would have terminated the agreement that Jan and I had regarding our sex life. A little embarrassment at the airport would be small change compared with huge dividends I got from sex with Jan. Occasional chastity was just one minor part of our sex life, which was continually evolving and adding kink components each year. Even after twenty years of marriage, we were both still very much in love and finding new ways to please each other. Besides, Jan was still just as hot as was when we began dating in college.

Jan stepped into the scanner, raised her arms, and was quickly waved on through.

I stepped in, placed my feet on the yellow foot outlines, and raised my arms. An eternity passed as the female TSA agent looked first at the screen and then back to me.

“Excuse me, sir, would you mind stepping on through? I’m afraid you’ll have to have a separate screening. A male agent will be here shortly. Are you wearing any medical devices? … in this area?” she added and motioned to the groin area.

I felt my face burn and imagined that I was turning six shades of red. “No medical devices, but I am wearing a chastity device,” my voiced trailed off with the last few words.

“Excuse me?” She said and leaned in a bit closer. “I couldn’t hear you.”

As I leaned in as close as I could to the agent, I caught a glimpse of Jan who was trying to cover her broad grin with her hand but the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her mirth. “I’m wearing a chastity cage,” I whispered to the agent.

She relayed my message to the male TSA agent who had just arrived. He gave me a quizzical look and gestured for me to spread my legs and hold out my arms. I did as he directed. He waved a metal detector wand over my body, eventually narrowing the search to my groin.

“Sir, I’m going to have to do a pat down,” he stated matter-of-factly and handed the wand to his cohort.

By this time, I was starting to attract quite an audience, many of whom were openly grinning as broadly as Jan. “Whatever you need to do to move this along,” I replied as I started reconsidering my decision not to cut the cage off.

The agent ran the backs of his hands up each of my legs until they banged into my cage. He repeated the procedure several more times, each time moving a bit higher and with a bit more force.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to remove your devise for inspection.”

“I can’t remove it; I don’t have the key, but I’ll show it to you if necessary,” I said as I lowered my arms and assumed a more comfortable position.

“Are you traveling alone, Sir?” the agent asked.

“No, I’m traveling with my wife. Why do you ask?”

“Well, could she unlock you so we can inspect the device?”

“No, I’m afraid not. She doesn’t have the key, it’s with our friend in Florida. That’s why we’re going on this trip.” This screening had quickly morphed from an embarrassing incident into a pain-in-the-ass ordeal.

I saw Jan approach the female TSA agent, whisper in her ear, and motion at me and then the separate inspection area. The agent smiled and then whispered to her cohort.

“Okay, sir, would you please just step into the inspection room?” he said and motioned me toward the inspection area, which was little more than a high-walled cubical with a door. I entered mobil porno the area and he closed the door behind me. “Would you please display the devise for inspection?”

I dropped my pants and briefs and lifted the cage so the agent could see that I was not concealing any dangerous materials or ordinance in my pants. He looked at it from the front and both sides and concluded that it was harmless to everyone except perhaps me. “Thank you, sir, for your cooperation. Have a nice trip.” He motioned me to the door. “Good luck with getting that key,” he added with a broad grin.

I pulled up my briefs and pants and was still tucking my shirt in as I left the cubicle. The small crowd that had gathered at the end of the screening lane broke out in applause, with Jan leading the cheers. I took a mock bow, picked up my screened items from the end of the conveyor, and rejoined Jan.

“Are we going to miss our flight?” I asked as we began walking toward our gate.

“No, we’ve got plenty of time. I thought there might be a little delay with screening, so I allowed an extra half hour,” Jan said as she gave my hand a little squeeze. “I had a nice little chat with the TSA agent while you were in the inspection area. I think she may try a cage with her boyfriend. Did you have fun?”

“I wouldn’t call it fun exactly. It was … interesting,” I said. “I’m curious, though, you had told me it was permissible to go through screening with a cage on, but you added an extra half hour for the screening?”

“I told you the cage wasn’t on the prohibited list. Reading some of the blog postings, I thought you might get a little extra scrutiny, but I knew you could weather the storm.”

“Well, it certainly seemed that you were quite amused by my ordeal.”

“You have to admit, it was kind of funny.”

“I suppose so, but it was a little embarrassing to get cheered by the other passengers.”

“Don’t be embarrassed! They were all rooting for you once I told them what was going on!”

“You told them that TSA was checking out my cock cage?”

“Well, you didn’t want me to let them think they were giving you so much more attention than everyone else because you were a terrorist or worse, did you?”

“No, I guess not. It’s just that I noticed quite a few of the gallery are also on our flight. It just makes things a little … uncomfortable.”

“Don’t worry. Half of the men wish they were you and most of the women wish they were me.”

We boarded the plane and took off on schedule, non-stop to Florida and, hopefully, my key.

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Mike and Marsha had driven a little over half the way to Florida on the first day, November 1st. They had already left the motel the following morning when Marsha received a call. Mike listened in on half the conversation, which consisted of a lot of ‘greats’ interspersed with giggles and ended with a ‘we’ll see you there’.

“Who was that?” Mike asked.

“That was Jan! Guess what. She and Ryan are flying down and are going to join us at the condo for a few weeks. We’ll pick them up at the airport on the way.”

“Well, there’s certainly enough room, but I was hoping we’d have a little special time after we got in. You know, just you and me.”

“Oh, I promise you we’ll have some special time,” Marsha said and gave Mike’s cock cage a couple love taps. “I think you’ll find the celebration of the end of Locktober to be very much to your liking!”

Mike tried to concentrate on driving but kept finding his thoughts drifting more towards upcoming love sessions with Marsha. After nearly a month in chastity, his mind channeled more towards is wife’s pussy and less towards the actual driving. Nevertheless, the miles flew by and late in the afternoon the signs to the airport began appearing.

“What time is their flight due in?” Mike asked as he turned into the airport.

“Jan just texted me that they have already landed and will be waiting for us in the passenger pick-up area.”

Mike took the drop-off/pick-up lane and, right on schedule, Jan and Ryan appeared with a couple of suitcases and two small carry-on bags. Mike pulled in, popped the trunk, and jumped out to give Jan and Ryan a hand with their luggage. Jan and Marsha exchanged hugs and jumped into the back seat. Ryan joined Mike in the front seat, and they pulled away from the curb and headed toward the condo.

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“Mike, don’t forget we need to pick up groceries,” Marsha said as they left the Interstate and headed into town.

“Anyplace in particular?” Mike asked as he turned right and merged into the westbound lane.

“How about the mall up ahead that has that little store that carries those skimpy bikinis you like so much on those young beach bunnies? Jan and I each need a new swimsuit. While we’re shopping, alman porno you and Ryan can pick up the groceries. Make sure you get plenty of wine; we have a lot of celebrating to do.”

“Moscato or white zinfandel for me,” Jan chimed in as she took the grocery list from Marsha and passed it to me.

I glanced at the list and then stuck it in my pocket. “I think we can get everything at Publix; its right next to the swimwear store. We can all meet back up at the car after we’re done.”

Mike pulled into a parking spot about equidistant between the swimwear store and the Publix. Marsha and Jan hopped out of the car and scurried toward their store, giggling like teenagers. Mike and I when into Publix, grabbed a cart and proceeded to conquer the list, paying particular attention to acquiring adequate wine supplies.

“This is on me,” I said as we breezed through the checkout lane. “It’s the least I can do to show our appreciation to you and Marsha for sharing your condo with us.”

“No, we really appreciate you coming. Now that the kids are grown and gone, its much too big for us. This will help justify why we need to keep a three-bedroom condo in Florida to use for just four months out of the year. I suspect that once the kids get married and have kids of their own, they might use it in the summer. But until then or until both Marsha and I fully retire, it just sits empty for the other eight months.”

I knew that Mike and Marsha could easily afford the condo. They had inherited a thriving construction business from Marsha’s father, and they could confidently delegate day to day operations to senior staff members and get away for extended periods. Jan and I were both professionals and were economically secure, perhaps even a bit more affluent than Mike and Marsha. Now that our kids had also gone out on their own, we were considering acquiring a condo as well. We looked forward to experiencing Florida condo life to see if it was something we might want to jump into in the coming years.

We leaned against the car and chatted for quite some time about the condo association, the pool, the distance to the beach, and a myriad of trivial things to fill the time as we waited for Jan and Marsha to return. When, I ran out of chit chat topics, I went for the big one.

“So, Mike, are you ready for the big celebration tonight?”

“Celebration?” Mike asked with a bit of hesitation.

“You know. The end of Locktober,” I replied as I tapped my cock cage with my knuckles.

“You too?” he said and exhaled a long breath.

“Yep! Welcome to the Brotherhood of the Cage!”

I confessed that it was Jan and I that were responsible for giving Marsha a cage and teaching her how to use it, how that resulted in me being locked up as well and how it was that Marsha had the key to my cage as well as his. He seemed relieved that his ‘secret’ was out, and he was not alone.

“I’ve got to say, I wondered how Marsha got a cage and how the hell she knew how to put it on me!”

“Guilty,” I confessed.

“I also got to say, this cage has done wonders for our marriage and I’m even hornier than I was as a teenager. About the only thing I can think about is fucking Marsha. I’ve got nearly a month of fucks on backorder!”

“I’ve got that plus a day or two,” I replied and gave him a slap on the back. “I think tonight is going to be our lucky night.”

It was Mike who saw them first, not coming out of the swimsuit store but, rather, the adult novelty store next to it.

“Damn, we’re in for it now,” he said, more in anticipation than dread.

We watched as Marsha and Jan walked across the parking lot to the car.

“So, what did you get?” Mike asked as they drew closer.

They each carried two bags, one from the swimsuit store and one from the adult novelty store.

“New swimsuits and surprises,” Marsha volunteered as she put her bags behind her back and away from Mike’s outstretched arm. “If you’re very nice and feed us, we might model them for you later.”

Jan and Marsha slipped into the back seat while Mike and I reclaimed the front seat.

“How about Chinese take-out?” Marsha asked, leaning forward between the two front seats. “You know, that little restaurant near the condo. They have enough variety everyone should be able to find something they like.”

“Sounds great to me,” Mike offered, “how about you and Jan?”

“We love Chinese!” Jan chimed in from the back, “besides, its fast and I’m starving!”

We were in and out in no time with an assortment of soups, rice, entrees, and, of course, fortune cookies. Five minutes later, we were at the condo.

“Marsha and I have a couple of things to do inside,” Jan said as she and Marsha grabbed their bags and headed into the condo. “You guys bring in the food, groceries, and luggage and then we’ll eat.”

“Mike, why don’t you make some green tea for Jan and me and whatever Ryan would like,” Marsha said over her shoulder as alexis texas porno she and Jan entered the condo.

Clutching the take-out bags, Mike and I followed closely behind. By the time we reached the entry, Jan and Marsha were just closing the door to the guest bedroom behind them.

“I might as well start brewing the tea before we go any further,” Mike said, putting his half of the take-out bags on the counter. “Any tea preference, Ryan?”

“Green is fine with me,” I replied and watched as he sat two pans of water on the stove. Into the first, he placed a tea ball filled with gunpowder green tea. Into the second, he placed a clove, a stick of cinnamon, and a palm full of fresh peppermint.

“Marsha tells me I’m a tea snob because cinnamon mint tea is about the only tea I’ll drink with Chinese. So be it. We all have our crosses to bear,” Mike concluded and turned the burners down so the water would just simmer.

Four trips back and forth to the car and we finally had the last bag inside the door. We then finished putting away the groceries and set the table for dinner.

“Isn’t it great to be served by two handsome men?” Jan said as she and Marsha came into the dining room and were guided into their seats.

“It is!” Marsha replied, “but there seems to be something missing or, should I say, not missing. Okay, guys, shed the duds! We want to see what’s for dessert!”

I looked at Mike, we both shrugged, and began a slow strip to imaginary music and the enthusiastic applause of our wives. When we were down to just our cock cages, we took a polite bow and then brought the food and the teas to the table.

Dinner was great but the mood and the conversation was even better. Jan insisted that I recount my ordeal with TSA security. I had to pause the story at several points to allow Marsha and Mike time to wipe the tears of laughter from their faces. A final round of tea and then it was time for the fortune cookies.

“The smart thing is to prepare for the unexpected,” Marsha read.

“… between the sheets!” Jan interjected.

“What?” Marsha asked.

“You add ‘between the sheets’ after the fortune message to make it fun,” Jan explained. “Mine says, Life is a series of choices; today yours are good ones.”

“… between the sheets!” we all added.

“Something wonderful is about to happen,” I read.

“… between the sheets!” we all added.

“Mike, it’s your turn,” Marsha said. “Come on, it can’t be that bad!”

Mike nervously held his fortune up. “A close friend reveals a hidden talent,” he read and laid the slip on the table.

“… between the sheets!” Marsha added and gave Mike a wink.

“Well, how about you guys cleaning up while Marsha and I put on our new swimsuits so we can model them for you?” Jan asked and then added, “I think it’s also about time to break out some wine!”

Jan and Marsha disappeared into the bedroom with a wave and a wink. Mike and I cleared the table, refrigerated the leftovers and loaded the dishwasher. We were just done pouring four glasses of wine when they returned wearing long, white bath robes.

“Ooh, that’s good,” Jan cooed as she took a sip from the glass I offered.

“Nothing like a little wine to cleanse the pallet!” Marsha added as she took a somewhat larger sip from the glass that Mike handed her.

“So, let’s see those swimsuits!” Mike said as he took a long draw on his own glass.

“Be patient!” Marsha said, “remember your fortune!”

“You guys take a seat on the couch,” Jan directed with a wave of her hand. “We want to gage your reaction to our swimsuit reveal so we can tell if we’ve found that sweet spot between naughty and nice. It’s kind of a cock gage. We’ll just have to make allowances for the restricted responses due to your cages.”

Mike and I sat on the couch, our wine glasses in our hands and our cocks rapidly filling our cock tubes in anticipation. Jan and Marsha proceeded to perform a synchronized reveal, showing a little more with each turn and wiggle until at last they were standing in front of us in two of the skimpiest swimsuits that either of them had ever worn. Judging from the way my cock cage was bobbing up and down, I think they had nailed that sweet spot! Glancing at Mike, I could see that little Mike also concurred.

Jan and Marsha joined us on the couch and kisses and caresses quickly evolved into more and soon both were completely naked and ready for the end of Locktober. Jan took my hand and led me into the guest bedroom while Marsha led Mike to the adjacent master bedroom.

“Now for the surprise,” Jan said as she pulled the restraints onto the bed from beneath the mattress. “Spread eagle, Buster!”

I did as directed and Jan slowly attached the cuffs to my wrists and ankles and then tightened the straps, so my movement was severely restricted. As she straddled me, she bent over to check each wrist, brushing her breasts against my face with each pass. Turning around into a reverse cowgirl position, she checked my ankles, pausing just long enough to lower her moist pussy to my lips for a brief taste. Finally, she slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

“I’ll be right back,” she said as she climbed off the bed, “I forgot to get the key from Marsha.”

Ensler’s Last Stand

Ashly Anderson

“The most important thing is, Ensler has to stop calling you Reggi.” Spruce smiled winsomely and casually tossed her mane of copper curls.

“But that’s my name, right?” Reggi looked at Ensler confusedly.

Ensler was feeling tense and a little weird. He had wanted his timorous little blonde wife to become a dominant, and he supposed he had fantasized about a full time femdom relationship.

But as he watched and listened to Spruce, he wondered if it was going a little too fast.

“You are Mistress Regina. Your name is even rather dominant, Reggi.”

“What, Regina? Yeah, I guess, but Ensler and I, we’re more than husband and wife, we’re friends, you know.”

“Right. But he’s forfeited the right to call you by your first name. And Regina, which means ‘to rule’ is just wonderful.”

Ensler wanted to speak up, but Spruce had become impatient with his interruptions.

“We need no ‘mansplaining’ Ensler.” Spruce had giggled, and she’d decreed that during counseling, Ensler would be gagged with a pair of her panties.

Reggi thought this was hilarious, but of course she valued his input.

“You have to understand, Reggi. Your husband has a big job, and he’s a fairly important person in the community.”

“He sure is.” Reggi looked at her husband admiringly, but then collapsed in giggles, seeing how silly he looked with the underwear almost stuffed down his throat.

It was a little ridiculous. Ensler didn’t have a particularly large mouth, and the panties were poking out of it, causing him to porno izle resemble a slack-jawed redneck.

“And so he’s under a lot of pressure.” Spruce gave Ensler a brief smile. “My Hubert owns the largest fertilizer company in the Midwest.”

“He sells shit, that’s–“

“Yes, and I make him eat it now and then. But Hubie, at home, needs lots of guidance. And keeping him in a diaper, or locking him in a cage in the bedroom when he’d rather be watching the Yankees or the “History Channel” gets him to re-prioritize things.”

“I kind of get that.”

“You’ve really enjoyed how Ensler treats you now, right? He’s more attentive in bed?”

“Oh, yeah, he’s really good with the oral.” Reggi giggled again as she gazed at her gagged husband.

“And he’s helping out around the house?”

“Yup. Ensler used to say he was too busy at work to help out, but the horsewhip really gets him energized when he comes in at night.”

“That’s right. I make Hubert take off his power suit when he gets in, and then I make him dance when he seems like he wants to futz around. Some nights I have mercy, and we just do the normal couple thing.”

“You do?”

“Sure, but it’s up to me. And it’s never more than once or twice a week. I keep Hubert dancing, and gradually you can do this for Ensler.”

“Well, yeah. I did it like you said. After the first counseling session, I began giving him discipline spankings, not just when we wanted to do kinky play.”

“Yes, that ‘playing’ and ‘scene’ nonsense is for the amateurs.”

“Right, amatör porno and after the second session, I began using the strap-on more. It seems to subdue him, maybe not quite as well as those panties do”

“That’s quite normal…”

“And when I use the strap on and the cattle prod on him, Ensie’s attitude is dreamy.”

“Progress! There’s no stopping it.”

“But he complains now–“

“Yes, that ungagged mouth” Spruce clucked her tongue.

“Well, he wanted me to put him in the cock-cage, and it went okay, he had all these chastity fantasies, but what he liked was more of a thing where he wears the cage, maybe for an hour, right?”

“Yes, Hubert used to do that.”

“Right. I was supposed to pretend I’d kept him in chastity for a year, and then unlock him and give him a hand job.”

Spruce looked at Ensler, raising an eyebrow. Men!

Ensler blushed. He wished he could close his mouth, he was drooling now. Was it his excitement about being with these hot women, or just not being able to close his mouth?

“So then we did seventy-two hours, as per your suggestion, and did he bitch and moan.” Reggi looked at her gagged husband again, and began giggling.

Ensler gazed at his mirthful wife. She was so cute, the way she giggled, and quite girlish, but now she was only cute and girlish when she unlocked him to give him a long tease, and then she became severe again.

She’d really gotten good at the corporal punishment. Ensler had told her anal porno he fantasized about her leaving marks, but oh was that a mistake.

“So the first time we did it for a week, no orgasms, I did tie him down and tease him a little, but he kept trying to talk me into letting him cum, or letting him fuck me.”

“Right. Notice how quiet he is now, though?” Spruce pointed a comical thumb at Ensler, who was openly drooling.

“You are going to make me shoot my latte through my nose, Spruce. Anyway, then we did two weeks, but he thinks he might die from blue balls now, because we almost did a month.”

“Stand up, Ensler, you idiot.” Spruce snapped her fingers, and when Ensler hesitated, she dragged him up by his ear.

Ensler watched Spruce’s breasts jut in an annoyed way in the vanilla turtleneck.

He watched dispiritedly as Spruce’s long purple tipped fingers unzipped his pants and yank them down, followed by his underwear.

There his cock was, straining in the little cage between his legs. Empurpled, so wet with pre-cum. (This session was quite arousing)

And of course it had been twenty-seven days now since his last orgasm.

“Now, Reggi, I am going to move Ensler’s penis around in this cage, and show you how it is medically impossible for him to have permanent damage from blue balls.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yes. Hubert cums four times a year. Once every ninety days, now watch me play with Ensler’s penis without letting him cum, and I will show you medically–“

Ensler lost control, and, without touching his cage, came all over the floor.

“Wow. That is wild.” Reggi looked at her husband’s cock, damp and wilting in the cage.

“Yes. These counseling sessions get stranger and stranger.” Mistress Spruce went to get some Kleenex.

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