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Saturday?s Errands

?????????????????????????????????????????? Saturday?s Errands

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All night black leather cuffs on Jan?s wrists and ankles had pulled her body taught in a spread-eagle position. Her muscles ached. Through the nose opening of the black leather hood Jan detected a glimmer of morning light.

Jan rotated her head in hopes of relieving the tension in her neck. As she did Brian took her pierced nipples between his fingers. He pinched both at the same time. She moaned. Brian pinched harder.

?What do you say?? Brian asked.

?More. Harder, Master.?

Brian pulled Jan?s breasts while twisting her nipples. She whimpered. He slapped the sides of her face over the hood. The leather stung her soft skin.

?No crying.? He slapped her face several more times before returning to twist and pinch her nipples.

The discomfort in her limbs was forgotten, replaced with the sting from her nipples. Then, just as quickly as he had started, Brian stopped. Jan heard his boots walk across the wood floor. She heard the hard soles return. A riding crop struck her shaved pussy. To contain the pain, she pressed her lips together under the hood. In her spread-eagle position Jan could not move to gain relief from the intensity of the crop. First the hits came quick and hard, then soft between short intervals with the crop lingering on her burning sex.

Brian rolled onto Jan. His hard cock pulsed against her thigh. He entered her with a rapid thrust. Time and time again he rammed his rod deep into her opening. The restraints cut into Jan?s skin as Brian?s body pushed against hers.

?Good slave,? Brian declared as he let himself come. He collapsed on the bed beside Jan. His heart thumped against her chest. When his breathing had slowed, Brian removed the hood. He wiped the sweat from her forehead with his hand. ?Know what today is??

?Saturday, Sir,? Jan replied.

?Too bad, I?d like to leave you here for my taking.?

?Brian unbuckled the cuffs.? ?Unfortunately there are errands to run.? He drew a set of metal handcuffs with matching ankle cuffs from under his pillow. He locked the warm metal on Jan?s wrists and ankles.

?Breakfast ready yet?? He sounded impatient.

Stiffly Jan raised to a sitting position. She twisted and turned to move her feet to the edge of the bed. Brian pushed her butt off. Jan shuffled into the kitchen. Even though the cuffs limited her range of motion, she managed to brew coffee, fry bacon and scramble eggs.

?The salty smell of bacon mixed with the aroma of coffer permeated their one bedroom apartment. The savory smells drew Brian to the kitchen.

?Jan saw him cross the threshold with a black leather whip slung over his right shoulder. Immediately she bent forward offering her butt. Brian whipped her fifty times as the bacon spit and crackled. Pleased with his artistic, red, crisscross marks, Brian pulled the back of Jan?s hair raising her to standing position.

?I?m ready to eat.?

Jan set plates of food on the table.

Brian sat in one of the straight back chairs.

?Jan knelt on the floor beside him.

?For every two bites of food Brian ate, he fed Jan one. He teased her with a strip of bacon, removing the pork from her mouth before she could take a bite.

?Open wide,? Brian commanded.

Jan obeyed.

Brian placed a second piece of bacon in her mouth. Half rested on her tongue, half protruded out over her lower lip.

??Don?t drop this,? he instructed.

Jan knelt motionless with the treat hanging from her lips. Her stomach growled.

?I don?t want to hear any sounds begging for food,? Brian said.

Jan sucked in her stomach hoping to quell the hunger.

Brian buttered a piece of toast. He sipped coffee. Every few minutes he looked to see if the bacon remained in place. With his coffee finished, Brian removed the bacon from Jan?s mouth. He broke the meager ration into pieces he dropped on the tile floor. ?Eat up, we have errands to run.?

With a smile on his face, Brian watched Jan take each crumb into her mouth with her tongue. She ate quickly to get as much nourishment as possible.

?Let?s get ready.? Brian grasped Jan?s left nipple. He took her back into the bedroom.

?Jan shuffled along as quickly as possible to ease the pain in her breast.

?Brian unlocked the cuffs, threw them on the bed. ?Wear your blue satin corset,? he commanded.

Obediently, Jan placed the garment around her waist. She clasped the front together then began to pull the back laces.

?Brian snatched the cord from her hands. He tugged until the left and right sides of the corset touched.

?The stays bit into the flesh at Jan?s waist.

?Brian rotated Jan to face him. ?A perfect nineteen inch waist.? He smiled. ?You know tiny waists turn me on.?

?Jan rubbed her pussy against Brian?s cock. She felt his member stiffen.

He slapped her face. ?Not now,? he growled. ?Finish dressing.?

Jan slipped sheer black seamed nylons over her long legs. Brian fastened four garters at the back of the corset to the hem of the stockings. Satisfied, he pinched the cheeks of Jan?s butt as she bent forward attaching the front garters. She eased her feet into six-inch black stiletto heels.

From a bureau drawer Brian took Jan?s accessories. She offered her wrists and ankles for Brian to wrap with stainless steel chain. He locked a metal collar around her neck and clasped a leash to the center o-ring. Jan?s pussy quivered.

?You make yourself so obvious,? Brian snickered. ?I?m having something made to keep you in check. Can?t take you out in public the way you act. No telling what could happen.? Brian wrapped Jan in a black velvet cape. The mandarin collar pressed against her neck and the hem dusted the tops of her feet.

Holding the leash in his hand, Brian guided Jan down three flights to the garage. He removed four seats from the back of his mini van while Jan stood trembling with fear that a neighbor would walk by.

?Remove your cape and lay on your back on the floor,? Brian commanded.

Jan took two steps back. She whimpered, ?No, please no, Master.?

Brian grabbed her by the arm. He removed her cape before pushing her into the van.

Four points on the van floor had indentations with rods through the center where the seats locked into place. Brian clipped Jan?s wrists to the rods at the back of the van, her ankles he secured to the rods behind the two front seats.

Brian removed six clothespins from his jacket pocket. ?These should take your mind off of being seen,? Brian said. Jan raised her pelvis so Brian could easily place three pins on each of her pussy lips.

?Thank you, Master,? Jan said.

?Couldn?t hear you. What did you say??

?Thank you, Master,? Jan said again.

?For what?? Brian asked.

?For putting the clothespins on my pussy lips.?

?Tell me thanks louder so I can understand what you appreciate.?

With the full intensity of her voice Jan said, ?Thank you Master for placing three clothespins on each of your slave?s pussy lips.?

?Again, this time with appreciation.?

Jan swallowed down her concern of being heard by a passersby. ?Thank you Master for placing three clothespins on each of your slave?s pussy lips,? she said with fullness of voice.

?Much better,? Brian said. He closed the doors, jumped into the driver?s seat and backed out of the garage. Glaring light filled the interior. Jan worried people could see in.

As the van moved along the bumpy road each clothespin flipped back and forth cutting into Jan?s pussy lips. She wanted the van to stop, yet she didn?t. Bursts of fire spread from her clit, through her abdomen, to her neck and arms.

?Brian parked in front of Hardware Unlimited. He lifted a nasty black rubber whip from the passenger seat. He stroked Jan?s abdomen then whipped the clothespins.

?Count,? he commanded.

?One Sir. Two Sir. Three Sir. Four Sir. Five Sir. Six Sir. Seven Sir. Eight Sir. Nine Sir. Ten Sir,? Jan sang.

?Remember me while I?m gone,? Brian said.

A roaring fire ran through Jan?s body. She pumped her pelvis up and down to agitate the clothespins. She twisted then pulled against her ankle and wrist chains reaching a higher and higher organism. I want to be fucked she thought. ?Please fuck me Master,? she whispered to the emptiness of the van.

Cool air hit Jan?s hot skin when Brian opened the driver?s door. He kneeled between the two front seats, whip in hand. Harder and harder he let the heavy strands hit Jan?s body. He enjoyed watching her shutter before moaning to a climax. He placed his hand on her black curly triangle to verify the moistness. Soon he would control what she did when he wasn?t around.

?You won?t be pleasuring yourself without my permission much longer,? Brian said.

Like bee stings, Jan?s pussy lips smarted when Brian removed the clothespins. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Brian unclipped Jan?s wrist and ankle chains.

?Please fuck me, Master,? she cried out.

?Louder.?

?Please fuck me, Master,? she repeated with intensity.

?Not yet. You haven?t earned a fucking. Get on your hands and knees doggie style with your face to the front,? Brian commanded.

Jan obeyed. Brian clipped her wrist and ankle chains to the floor. From the glove compartment Brian removed a narrow, stiff scrub brush. He placed the bristles against Jan?s pussy then proceeded to hold the barbs in place with a black leather harness.? Immediately the fire within her body rekindled. Jan moved her pelvis so the brush stoked the fire.

Shifting to Jan?s side, Brian stroked her soft breasts as they hung from her body. ?What shall we do with these?? Brian asked.

?Whatever pleases you Master,? Jan moaned pushing harder against the brush.

?I think they need to be warmed up, don?t you??

?Yes Master,? Jan answered.

Brian spanked Jan?s breasts from pink to red as they hung defenseless from her body. How did my life get to this place, Jan wondered. The pain is intense but I can?t escape the need.

Each time Brian hesitated, Jan said. ?Please don?t stop Master. Please spank my breasts more.?

When Jan?s breasts were completely red with heat, Brian returned to the driver?s seat. ?Oh, I almost forgot.? He turned with two clothespins in his hand. He placed one pin on each of Jan?s exposed nipples just behind her nipple rings.

?Thank you, Master,? Jan said.

?What did you say. I can?t hear you.?

?Thank you, Master,? Jan said at the top of her lungs.

The van again traveled along the road. At each red light Brian hit the breaks with such force Jan?s breasts swayed with the clothespins hanging from them. The bristles of the brush stuck into her pussy lips. She braced herself so she would not fall. Jan licked her lips. She threw her head up and down like a proud mare.

After the fifth red light Brian asked, ?What do you say slave??

?Thank you Master,? Jan replied.

?Louder.?

?Thank you Master,? Jan screamed.

?Tell me thank you without being asked,? Brian commanded.

?Each time Brian jammed the breaks the clothespins bit into Jan?s nipples and the brush bristles stung against her pussy. She let Brian know her nipples and pussy throbbed by saying, ?Thank you Master,? in full voice.

At Hills English Tack Shop, Brian parked at the back door. ?I don?t want you to forget about me while I?m gone. Give me your tongue.?

Jan did as instructed. Brian screwed a clamp tightly on her pink palate.

?Goodness, your breasts aren?t red any more. That?s unacceptable.? Brian spanked Jan?s breasts back to a bright red. Her nipples hardened.

?That will do until I return,? Brian said.

The door closed. The alarm beeped. Jan was alone in the van.

Like a pebble dropped into a still pond, Jan?s body rippled with pleasure. She pumped her pelvis to move the brush, which simultaneously swayed her breasts. Pebble after pebble forced the ripples to come closer together until they moved uncontrollably from Jan?s clit to her breasts, through her arms, down her legs.

Brian returned through the back door. A rush of cold air hit Jan?s body. She stopped abruptly afraid someone had broken in.

?Don?t stop,? Brian said. ?You won?t have many more opportunities to enjoy yourself without my permission. I?ll help you this time.? He closed the back door then kneeled behind Jan. He began to strike Jan?s butt with his new crop. One side at a time, like a bongo drum, he increased the intensity of each blow.

?Isn?t that better??

?Yaaass Maasssstur. Taankkk you,? Jan said with difficulty because the tongue press prevented clear speech. Her pussy throbbed. Her nipples stood erect.

?I can?t hear you.?

?Taank you Masssssstur,? Jan?s voice strained.

?I still can?t hear you.?

?Taaaankkkk you Masssstur,? Jan worked to say the words louder.

Brian surveyed his masterpiece. Jan?s butt showed deep pink. Both cheeks felt warm to his touch. Her breasts glowed light pink.

?We have to make your breasts match your butt don?t we slave?

?Uhhh,haaa,? Jan said in a slurred, loud voice.

Brian spanked Jan?s hanging breasts until they matched her butt. Then he alternated between her butt and breasts until both were red with heat. The fire within Jan roared out of control.

?Taaaankk you Massstur,? Jan said. The press cut into her to tongue and hit the corners of her mouth.

A shriek came from Jan?s throat the instant Brian removed the clothespins from her nipples.

?That?s not being a good slave,? Brian said. He slapped her face before freeing the press from her tongue.

?We?ve got another stop to make. I want you kneeling on the floor beside me,? Brian said. He unclipped Jan?s wrist and ankle chains from the floor, released the brush from her pussy.

?Put your hands behind your back.?

Jan obeyed. Brian clipped the wrist chains together at the small of her back. He took a ball gag from under the passenger seat.

?Open up,? Brian commanded.

Brian pushed the red ball into Jan?s mouth. He buckled the strap tight against the back of her head.

Brian returned to the driver?s seat. ?Come up here next to me.? He pointed to the floor between the two front seats. ?Back straight. Breasts out.?

All windows of Brian?s van were tinted, but Jan tensed with the thought she would be seen in the nude as the van rolled down Main Street. At the corner of Everett and South Jan bent down when Brian stopped the van to wait for a couple to cross the street. Despite her fear, soft spasms trickled from her pussy, through her abdomen to her neck.

?Did I give you permission to do that??

?No Master.? Jan slurred. Pleased Brian enjoyed her body so much he wanted to have a full view she smiled despite the gag.

Brian pulled the van to the curb. He wrapped rope around Jan?s elbows and tied the left end off to the driver?s seat the right off to the passenger seat. Jan?s pulse quickened. Her nipples felt like they would explode through her delicate pink skin.

?That will keep you where I want you,? Brian said.

?Taaaaankkk you Musstar,? Jan sputtered behind the ball gag.

From his breast pocket Brian took four one-ounce fishing weights with spring clips. He hung one weight from each of Jan?s nipple rings. The two remaining weights he attached to her pussy lips. He flicked each weight with his finger.

?Much, much better.? He smiled.

Jan?s chest swelled with pride. ?Taaaankkk you Mussstar,? she sputtered.

Brian drove to McNeil Florist. He parked at the back of the lot. Jan suddenly felt cold.

?Don?t run away,? Brian said leaving the van.

Goose pimples ran over Jan?s body. Every muscle in her thighs and shoulders tensed. ?What if someone comes by?? she thought. ?What if a policeman patrolling the parking lot sees me??

Jan looked to her right at her cape hanging over the seat. There was no possible way she could retrieve that piece of fabric to cover her nakedness. Neither could she bend down out of sight. Brian had made sure of that.

Gravel crunched under footsteps on the right side of the van. Two teenage boys strolled past. Jan held her breath. ?Please don?t let them see me,? she prayed to herself.

At the far side of the lot the boys looked back at the van. ?Oh no, they?ve seen me,? Jan cried softly.

The gravel crunched again. A young girl ran past the van to join the boys.

Brian opened the door. Jan jumped. The weights swayed from her movement.

?These are for you.? Brian placed six red roses on the passenger seat.

?Taaankk you Mussstar,? Jan said relieved. She began to feel the fire return to her pussy.

?I like to see those weights move. Keep them bouncing for the ride home.?

?Yeeeesss Musstar.? Jan picked up the momentum of her rocking motion. How wonderful he is to me she thought.

Back in the garage Brian released Jan?s elbows, removed the ball gag. He wrapped her in her cape before leading her by her leash up the three flights of stairs to their apartment.

Jan felt the pull of the weights against her nipples and pussy each time she took a step.

Inside the apartment Brian pulled off Jan?s cape. ?On your hands and knees,? he commanded.

Jan obeyed. The weights swayed. Brian took a rose from the green cellophane wrapping. He struck Jan?s back with the thorny stem.

?Thank you Master.? Jan moaned as the thorns perforated her skin.

Brian picked up a second rose. With one in each hand he used the thorny stems like drumsticks to strike at will along Jan?s back.

Jan pushed her bottom up so Brian could strike both cheeks with the thorns.

?So, you want more??

?Yes Master.? Jan moaned. Brian picked up two fresh roses. He struck her flesh repeatedly.

Pain tore through Jan?s body. The weights pulled at her pussy lips and nipples.

Brian dropped his pants. His hard cock rigidly stood out from his groin. Jan felt the thrust of his strong member as he entered her from behind. The weights danced as he pushed deeper into her.?????

Her hole burned with pain. She refused to cry out.

Brian struck Jan?s back with more thorns. He hit one torn into the skin at the middle of her back then dragged the point down, tearing the skin. Blood seeped out.

The ring tone from Brian?s cell phone sounded like whips hitting tender flesh.

Jan heard only Brian?s side of the conversation.

?Wonderful. Finished ahead of schedule.?

There was silence.

?My cock?s deep in her cunt at the moment. After I pull out I?ll bring her in.?

More silence.

?You can deliver. No worry. She?ll do what I say.?

Brian dropped the phone onto Jan?s back. He grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head back. He rammed his cock harder. The thought of what was about to happen brought Brian to a shuddering climax.

The doorbell rang. Brian pulled out leaving Jan on all fours on the floor.

A man Jan hadn?t seen before entered the living room.

?Stand up,? Brian commanded Jan.

She raised herself to full height.

The man sat on the coach admiring her adorned body. ?Nice toy you have,? he said. ?What I brought will improve her already good behavior.?

Brian released the laces of Jan?s corset. The blue satin dropped to the floor. Brian removed the weights. Jan stifled a sigh of relief.

The man handed Brian a brown paper bag. A band of metal stuck out the top. Brian flicked the bag to the floor. He held a chastity belt to Jan?s face.

?Spread,? he commanded.

Jan did as she was told.

Brian locked the long band around her waist. He drew the shorter band with dildos, one for each of Jan?s openings, up between her legs. The dildos slid in easily. Brian attached the end of the band to the waist strap with a lock. He turned her around for the man to see.

Jan blushed as the man placed his hand between her legs to inspect the fit of the dildos. ?She won?t be pleasuring herself any more,? he said.

Brian counted out five, one hundred-dollar bills. ?Thanks for coming by. I?ll call you next week. I have another project in mind for her.?

The door opened. Jan stood still. A tear eased out of the corner of her eye.

The door closed. Brian reached his hand between Jan?s legs. ?No more freedom for you,? he proclaimed.

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?????????????????????????????????????????? Saturday?s Errands

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All night black leather cuffs on Jan?s wrists and ankles had pulled her body taught in a spread-eagle position. Her muscles ached. Through the nose opening of the black leather hood Jan detected a glimmer of morning light.

Jan rotated her head in hopes of relieving the tension in her neck. As she did Brian took her pierced nipples between his fingers. He pinched both at the same time. She moaned. Brian pinched harder.

?What do you say?? Brian asked.

?More. Harder, Master.?

Brian pulled Jan?s breasts while twisting her nipples. She whimpered. He slapped the sides of her face over the hood. The leather stung her soft skin.

?No crying.? He slapped her face several more times before returning to twist and pinch her nipples.

The discomfort in her limbs was forgotten, replaced with the sting from her nipples. Then, just as quickly as he had started, Brian stopped. Jan heard his boots walk across the wood floor. She heard the hard soles return. A riding crop struck her shaved pussy. To contain the pain, she pressed her lips together under the hood. In her spread-eagle position Jan could not move to gain relief from the intensity of the crop. First the hits came quick and hard, then soft between short intervals with the crop lingering on her burning sex.

Brian rolled onto Jan. His hard cock pulsed against her thigh. He entered her with a rapid thrust. Time and time again he rammed his rod deep into her opening. The restraints cut into Jan?s skin as Brian?s body pushed against hers.

?Good slave,? Brian declared as he let himself come. He collapsed on the bed beside Jan. His heart thumped against her chest. When his breathing had slowed, Brian removed the hood. He wiped the sweat from her forehead with his hand. ?Know what today is??

?Saturday, Sir,? Jan replied.

?Too bad, I?d like to leave you here for my taking.?

?Brian unbuckled the cuffs.? ?Unfortunately there are errands to run.? He drew a set of metal handcuffs with matching ankle cuffs from under his pillow. He locked the warm metal on Jan?s wrists and ankles.

?Breakfast ready yet?? He sounded impatient.

Stiffly Jan raised to a sitting position. She twisted and turned to move her feet to the edge of the bed. Brian pushed her butt off. Jan shuffled into the kitchen. Even though the cuffs limited her range of motion, she managed to brew coffee, fry bacon and scramble eggs.

?The salty smell of bacon mixed with the aroma of coffer permeated their one bedroom apartment. The savory smells drew Brian to the kitchen.

?Jan saw him cross the threshold with a black leather whip slung over his right shoulder. Immediately she bent forward offering her butt. Brian whipped her fifty times as the bacon spit and crackled. Pleased with his artistic, red, crisscross marks, Brian pulled the back of Jan?s hair raising her to standing position.

?I?m ready to eat.?

Jan set plates of food on the table.

Brian sat in one of the straight back chairs.

?Jan knelt on the floor beside him.

?For every two bites of food Brian ate, he fed Jan one. He teased her with a strip of bacon, removing the pork from her mouth before she could take a bite.

?Open wide,? Brian commanded.

Jan obeyed.

Brian placed a second piece of bacon in her mouth. Half rested on her tongue, half protruded out over her lower lip.

??Don?t drop this,? he instructed.

Jan knelt motionless with the treat hanging from her lips. Her stomach growled.

?I don?t want to hear any sounds begging for food,? Brian said.

Jan sucked in her stomach hoping to quell the hunger.

Brian buttered a piece of toast. He sipped coffee. Every few minutes he looked to see if the bacon remained in place. With his coffee finished, Brian removed the bacon from Jan?s mouth. He broke the meager ration into pieces he dropped on the tile floor. ?Eat up, we have errands to run.?

With a smile on his face, Brian watched Jan take each crumb into her mouth with her tongue. She ate quickly to get as much nourishment as possible.

?Let?s get ready.? Brian grasped Jan?s left nipple. He took her back into the bedroom.

?Jan shuffled along as quickly as possible to ease the pain in her breast.

?Brian unlocked the cuffs, threw them on the bed. ?Wear your blue satin corset,? he commanded.

Obediently, Jan placed the garment around her waist. She clasped the front together then began to pull the back laces.

?Brian snatched the cord from her hands. He tugged until the left and right sides of the corset touched.

?The stays bit into the flesh at Jan?s waist.

?Brian rotated Jan to face him. ?A perfect nineteen inch waist.? He smiled. ?You know tiny waists turn me on.?

?Jan rubbed her pussy against Brian?s cock. She felt his member stiffen.

He slapped her face. ?Not now,? he growled. ?Finish dressing.?

Jan slipped sheer black seamed nylons over her long legs. Brian fastened four garters at the back of the corset to the hem of the stockings. Satisfied, he pinched the cheeks of Jan?s butt as she bent forward attaching the front garters. She eased her feet into six-inch black stiletto heels.

From a bureau drawer Brian took Jan?s accessories. She offered her wrists and ankles for Brian to wrap with stainless steel chain. He locked a metal collar around her neck and clasped a leash to the center o-ring. Jan?s pussy quivered.

?You make yourself so obvious,? Brian snickered. ?I?m having something made to keep you in check. Can?t take you out in public the way you act. No telling what could happen.? Brian wrapped Jan in a black velvet cape. The mandarin collar pressed against her neck and the hem dusted the tops of her feet.

Holding the leash in his hand, Brian guided Jan down three flights to the garage. He removed four seats from the back of his mini van while Jan stood trembling with fear that a neighbor would walk by.

?Remove your cape and lay on your back on the floor,? Brian commanded.

Jan took two steps back. She whimpered, ?No, please no, Master.?

Brian grabbed her by the arm. He removed her cape before pushing her into the van.

Four points on the van floor had indentations with rods through the center where the seats locked into place. Brian clipped Jan?s wrists to the rods at the back of the van, her ankles he secured to the rods behind the two front seats.

Brian removed six clothespins from his jacket pocket. ?These should take your mind off of being seen,? Brian said. Jan raised her pelvis so Brian could easily place three pins on each of her pussy lips.

?Thank you, Master,? Jan said.

?Couldn?t hear you. What did you say??

?Thank you, Master,? Jan said again.

?For what?? Brian asked.

?For putting the clothespins on my pussy lips.?

?Tell me thanks louder so I can understand what you appreciate.?

With the full intensity of her voice Jan said, ?Thank you Master for placing three clothespins on each of your slave?s pussy lips.?

?Again, this time with appreciation.?

Jan swallowed down her concern of being heard by a passersby. ?Thank you Master for placing three clothespins on each of your slave?s pussy lips,? she said with fullness of voice.

?Much better,? Brian said. He closed the doors, jumped into the driver?s seat and backed out of the garage. Glaring light filled the interior. Jan worried people could see in.

As the van moved along the bumpy road each clothespin flipped back and forth cutting into Jan?s pussy lips. She wanted the van to stop, yet she didn?t. Bursts of fire spread from her clit, through her abdomen, to her neck and arms.

?Brian parked in front of Hardware Unlimited. He lifted a nasty black rubber whip from the passenger seat. He stroked Jan?s abdomen then whipped the clothespins.

?Count,? he commanded.

?One Sir. Two Sir. Three Sir. Four Sir. Five Sir. Six Sir. Seven Sir. Eight Sir. Nine Sir. Ten Sir,? Jan sang.

?Remember me while I?m gone,? Brian said.

A roaring fire ran through Jan?s body. She pumped her pelvis up and down to agitate the clothespins. She twisted then pulled against her ankle and wrist chains reaching a higher and higher organism. I want to be fucked she thought. ?Please fuck me Master,? she whispered to the emptiness of the van.

Cool air hit Jan?s hot skin when Brian opened the driver?s door. He kneeled between the two front seats, whip in hand. Harder and harder he let the heavy strands hit Jan?s body. He enjoyed watching her shutter before moaning to a climax. He placed his hand on her black curly triangle to verify the moistness. Soon he would control what she did when he wasn?t around.

?You won?t be pleasuring yourself without my permission much longer,? Brian said.

Like bee stings, Jan?s pussy lips smarted when Brian removed the clothespins. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Brian unclipped Jan?s wrist and ankle chains.

?Please fuck me, Master,? she cried out.

?Louder.?

?Please fuck me, Master,? she repeated with intensity.

?Not yet. You haven?t earned a fucking. Get on your hands and knees doggie style with your face to the front,? Brian commanded.

Jan obeyed. Brian clipped her wrist and ankle chains to the floor. From the glove compartment Brian removed a narrow, stiff scrub brush. He placed the bristles against Jan?s pussy then proceeded to hold the barbs in place with a black leather harness.? Immediately the fire within her body rekindled. Jan moved her pelvis so the brush stoked the fire.

Shifting to Jan?s side, Brian stroked her soft breasts as they hung from her body. ?What shall we do with these?? Brian asked.

?Whatever pleases you Master,? Jan moaned pushing harder against the brush.

?I think they need to be warmed up, don?t you??

?Yes Master,? Jan answered.

Brian spanked Jan?s breasts from pink to red as they hung defenseless from her body. How did my life get to this place, Jan wondered. The pain is intense but I can?t escape the need.

Each time Brian hesitated, Jan said. ?Please don?t stop Master. Please spank my breasts more.?

When Jan?s breasts were completely red with heat, Brian returned to the driver?s seat. ?Oh, I almost forgot.? He turned with two clothespins in his hand. He placed one pin on each of Jan?s exposed nipples just behind her nipple rings.

?Thank you, Master,? Jan said.

?What did you say. I can?t hear you.?

?Thank you, Master,? Jan said at the top of her lungs.

The van again traveled along the road. At each red light Brian hit the breaks with such force Jan?s breasts swayed with the clothespins hanging from them. The bristles of the brush stuck into her pussy lips. She braced herself so she would not fall. Jan licked her lips. She threw her head up and down like a proud mare.

After the fifth red light Brian asked, ?What do you say slave??

?Thank you Master,? Jan replied.

?Louder.?

?Thank you Master,? Jan screamed.

?Tell me thank you without being asked,? Brian commanded.

?Each time Brian jammed the breaks the clothespins bit into Jan?s nipples and the brush bristles stung against her pussy. She let Brian know her nipples and pussy throbbed by saying, ?Thank you Master,? in full voice.

At Hills English Tack Shop, Brian parked at the back door. ?I don?t want you to forget about me while I?m gone. Give me your tongue.?

Jan did as instructed. Brian screwed a clamp tightly on her pink palate.

?Goodness, your breasts aren?t red any more. That?s unacceptable.? Brian spanked Jan?s breasts back to a bright red. Her nipples hardened.

?That will do until I return,? Brian said.

The door closed. The alarm beeped. Jan was alone in the van.

Like a pebble dropped into a still pond, Jan?s body rippled with pleasure. She pumped her pelvis to move the brush, which simultaneously swayed her breasts. Pebble after pebble forced the ripples to come closer together until they moved uncontrollably from Jan?s clit to her breasts, through her arms, down her legs.

Brian returned through the back door. A rush of cold air hit Jan?s body. She stopped abruptly afraid someone had broken in.

?Don?t stop,? Brian said. ?You won?t have many more opportunities to enjoy yourself without my permission. I?ll help you this time.? He closed the back door then kneeled behind Jan. He began to strike Jan?s butt with his new crop. One side at a time, like a bongo drum, he increased the intensity of each blow.

?Isn?t that better??

?Yaaass Maasssstur. Taankkk you,? Jan said with difficulty because the tongue press prevented clear speech. Her pussy throbbed. Her nipples stood erect.

?I can?t hear you.?

?Taank you Masssssstur,? Jan?s voice strained.

?I still can?t hear you.?

?Taaaankkkk you Masssstur,? Jan worked to say the words louder.

Brian surveyed his masterpiece. Jan?s butt showed deep pink. Both cheeks felt warm to his touch. Her breasts glowed light pink.

?We have to make your breasts match your butt don?t we slave?

?Uhhh,haaa,? Jan said in a slurred, loud voice.

Brian spanked Jan?s hanging breasts until they matched her butt. Then he alternated between her butt and breasts until both were red with heat. The fire within Jan roared out of control.

?Taaaankk you Massstur,? Jan said. The press cut into her to tongue and hit the corners of her mouth.

A shriek came from Jan?s throat the instant Brian removed the clothespins from her nipples.

?That?s not being a good slave,? Brian said. He slapped her face before freeing the press from her tongue.

?We?ve got another stop to make. I want you kneeling on the floor beside me,? Brian said. He unclipped Jan?s wrist and ankle chains from the floor, released the brush from her pussy.

?Put your hands behind your back.?

Jan obeyed. Brian clipped the wrist chains together at the small of her back. He took a ball gag from under the passenger seat.

?Open up,? Brian commanded.

Brian pushed the red ball into Jan?s mouth. He buckled the strap tight against the back of her head.

Brian returned to the driver?s seat. ?Come up here next to me.? He pointed to the floor between the two front seats. ?Back straight. Breasts out.?

All windows of Brian?s van were tinted, but Jan tensed with the thought she would be seen in the nude as the van rolled down Main Street. At the corner of Everett and South Jan bent down when Brian stopped the van to wait for a couple to cross the street. Despite her fear, soft spasms trickled from her pussy, through her abdomen to her neck.

?Did I give you permission to do that??

?No Master.? Jan slurred. Pleased Brian enjoyed her body so much he wanted to have a full view she smiled despite the gag.

Brian pulled the van to the curb. He wrapped rope around Jan?s elbows and tied the left end off to the driver?s seat the right off to the passenger seat. Jan?s pulse quickened. Her nipples felt like they would explode through her delicate pink skin.

?That will keep you where I want you,? Brian said.

?Taaaaankkk you Musstar,? Jan sputtered behind the ball gag.

From his breast pocket Brian took four one-ounce fishing weights with spring clips. He hung one weight from each of Jan?s nipple rings. The two remaining weights he attached to her pussy lips. He flicked each weight with his finger.

?Much, much better.? He smiled.

Jan?s chest swelled with pride. ?Taaaankkk you Mussstar,? she sputtered.

Brian drove to McNeil Florist. He parked at the back of the lot. Jan suddenly felt cold.

?Don?t run away,? Brian said leaving the van.

Goose pimples ran over Jan?s body. Every muscle in her thighs and shoulders tensed. ?What if someone comes by?? she thought. ?What if a policeman patrolling the parking lot sees me??

Jan looked to her right at her cape hanging over the seat. There was no possible way she could retrieve that piece of fabric to cover her nakedness. Neither could she bend down out of sight. Brian had made sure of that.

Gravel crunched under footsteps on the right side of the van. Two teenage boys strolled past. Jan held her breath. ?Please don?t let them see me,? she prayed to herself.

At the far side of the lot the boys looked back at the van. ?Oh no, they?ve seen me,? Jan cried softly.

The gravel crunched again. A young girl ran past the van to join the boys.

Brian opened the door. Jan jumped. The weights swayed from her movement.

?These are for you.? Brian placed six red roses on the passenger seat.

?Taaankk you Mussstar,? Jan said relieved. She began to feel the fire return to her pussy.

?I like to see those weights move. Keep them bouncing for the ride home.?

?Yeeeesss Musstar.? Jan picked up the momentum of her rocking motion. How wonderful he is to me she thought.

Back in the garage Brian released Jan?s elbows, removed the ball gag. He wrapped her in her cape before leading her by her leash up the three flights of stairs to their apartment.

Jan felt the pull of the weights against her nipples and pussy each time she took a step.

Inside the apartment Brian pulled off Jan?s cape. ?On your hands and knees,? he commanded.

Jan obeyed. The weights swayed. Brian took a rose from the green cellophane wrapping. He struck Jan?s back with the thorny stem.

?Thank you Master.? Jan moaned as the thorns perforated her skin.

Brian picked up a second rose. With one in each hand he used the thorny stems like drumsticks to strike at will along Jan?s back.

Jan pushed her bottom up so Brian could strike both cheeks with the thorns.

?So, you want more??

?Yes Master.? Jan moaned. Brian picked up two fresh roses. He struck her flesh repeatedly.

Pain tore through Jan?s body. The weights pulled at her pussy lips and nipples.

Brian dropped his pants. His hard cock rigidly stood out from his groin. Jan felt the thrust of his strong member as he entered her from behind. The weights danced as he pushed deeper into her.?????

Her hole burned with pain. She refused to cry out.

Brian struck Jan?s back with more thorns. He hit one torn into the skin at the middle of her back then dragged the point down, tearing the skin. Blood seeped out.

The ring tone from Brian?s cell phone sounded like whips hitting tender flesh.

Jan heard only Brian?s side of the conversation.

?Wonderful. Finished ahead of schedule.?

There was silence.

?My cock?s deep in her cunt at the moment. After I pull out I?ll bring her in.?

More silence.

?You can deliver. No worry. She?ll do what I say.?

Brian dropped the phone onto Jan?s back. He grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head back. He rammed his cock harder. The thought of what was about to happen brought Brian to a shuddering climax.

The doorbell rang. Brian pulled out leaving Jan on all fours on the floor.

A man Jan hadn?t seen before entered the living room.

?Stand up,? Brian commanded Jan.

She raised herself to full height.

The man sat on the coach admiring her adorned body. ?Nice toy you have,? he said. ?What I brought will improve her already good behavior.?

Brian released the laces of Jan?s corset. The blue satin dropped to the floor. Brian removed the weights. Jan stifled a sigh of relief.

The man handed Brian a brown paper bag. A band of metal stuck out the top. Brian flicked the bag to the floor. He held a chastity belt to Jan?s face.

?Spread,? he commanded.

Jan did as she was told.

Brian locked the long band around her waist. He drew the shorter band with dildos, one for each of Jan?s openings, up between her legs. The dildos slid in easily. Brian attached the end of the band to the waist strap with a lock. He turned her around for the man to see.

Jan blushed as the man placed his hand between her legs to inspect the fit of the dildos. ?She won?t be pleasuring herself any more,? he said.

Brian counted out five, one hundred-dollar bills. ?Thanks for coming by. I?ll call you next week. I have another project in mind for her.?

The door opened. Jan stood still. A tear eased out of the corner of her eye.

The door closed. Brian reached his hand between Jan?s legs. ?No more freedom for you,? he proclaimed.

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It was a Saturday morning and I was super horny so I decided to head to one of my favorite ABS to look for some fun. I was on my way with condoms and lube in my pocket along with some wipes, hoping to find a horny top in the video booth section. When I got there the parking lot was pretty full so it showed some promise as long as all or most weren't there for the same as me. The ABS is in a pretty seedy area with a lot of thugs around and some tend to hang out there looking to get off, which I...

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We are a couple who after 25+ years still enjoy great sex within reason. I have always persuaded the wife to go along with my Ideas. These were always within her boundaries. We are NOT swingers, though I have no issues with trying the Lifestyle if she agreed. We have NOT tried bringing another male or female into our relationship. We are both str8t, do not have any plans to change. To many our sex life would be boring. My wife is very private. We do however enjoy Outdoor Sex, Road-head, loud...

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Saturday night could not come soon enough for Amanda. For three weeks, she wanted to return to Max's playroom. The experience there made her yearn to return. The thought of being a submissive aroused her. Max was a good man who Amanda wanted to dominate her. Amanda and I finished supper and looked for something to do. Max called me earlier and asked, "Would Amanda and I come over?" I said, "Sure." I did not tell Amanda. I knew she wanted a return trip to the playroom. Amanda was a wild...

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Gonna keep this short, as it could have been much longer lol, but putting this on as so many people asking what I got up to last Saturday lol, saves me repeating it.Out for a drink round town with husband, i owed his sex in a pub toilet (long story there lol), so later on Saturday night he reminded me and said he would txt if gents was empty and safe to follow him. If no txt, then I was to open my legs and give him a flash when he walks back to table. I didn’t look at my phone because a guy had...

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My parents had arrived back from there 2 week vacation and were both back at work. My holiday was finally over although it was still 3 weeks till actual varsity started. Jessica and I were completely broken up and not talking to each other. Caitlyn's boyfriend, James, had returned therefore it was hard to see her. I was talking a lot to my ex Cassi and she was always keen to meet up. After a discussion and a number of messages we agreed to book into a hotel room for a Saturday. The Friday night...

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Recently a fraternity brother of mine and I decided to check out a bar across town. We had already had a few beers when I spotted this really attractive woman who had settled onto a bar stool just a few seats down from us. She appeared to be in her early thirties and was really hot. Blonde wavy hair that fell just to her shoulders, nice chest, and a short skirt which really showed off her tanned and toned legs.Tim and I both took notice of what a total package she was. I didn't think either of...

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Its early morning, the sun is just starting to come up. I slip out of your bed still nude from our love making the night before. I turn and look at you still sleeping, so amazing. I kneel down and find the "toys" from last night, I pick them up and carry them with me into the bathroom. I love the door open. I learned my first few days with you never to close a door between us, unless the c***dren are going to see me. I sit down on the toilet, and pee. I finish and wipe myself. I look over and...

Saturday Morning Car Wash

It was a Saturday morning when I decided to take the Mini to the car wash. I knew if I got there early, I could get right in. The owner, Rick, greeted me. He was a young and strikingly handsome man. Dark short hair with deep green eyes and a beautiful smile, this soft spoken man stood about 5’9” tall. Nicely built, but not over done. He had 4 other men working for him, but one stood out. He was very tall, I would guess 6”4”, black, and he was also remarkably handsome. His name was Sam and he...

Saturday Night Seduction

I was only 23 when I first moved to New York in 1978. It was a great time for me. I hit the ground running and relished the fact that I was living there. Being young and new I was up for anything and that was exactly the right attitude to have to make the most of living in Manhattan. I had a studio on the Upper East Side and was earning a good salary for the time. I had plenty to do and lots of girlfriends. New York girls at the time (who knows? maybe still) were just as horny as the guys, as...

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I've haven’t been ableto write for a loooong while and believe me that’s been driving me crazy. Finally, I was able to put this little number together. I hope you like it. . It was early Saturday morning, around 8:41 am. Bree yawned wide, not bothering to cover her mouth as she lay in nothing but a small tight black t-shirt that stretched mercilessly across her large breasts and blue string bikini panties. She lay on her back watching the large mounted flat screen TV that hung on the wall, her...

Saturday Evening and Dragged Out to Play

Saturday Evening and Dragged Out to Play Once a month there's a club that basically has mostly men looking for glam queens and the queens that are being hunted by the men. They usually have a theme for the night, and while not some dressers will have costumes that fit into the motif of the evening, most go in any kind of outrageous outfit that they decide on. So on a given night at this club, you can see anything from the most gorgeous 6' babe all the way down to the guy in a dress...

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