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A Loving Wife's Birthday Present

He was running late for work, but before he left, he had some business to take care of.

Walking into the bedroom, he pulled down the sheet, exposing her to his gaze. She remained asleep, exhaustion from their lovemaking the previous night taking its toll. She lay on her back, her legs relaxed and slightly apart, one arm over her head. The threadbare t-shirt she wore hid very little of her body. Her small plump breasts were clearly outlined through the thin cotton, their large nipples prominent. One breast hung slightly to the side while the other pointed up to the ceiling, pulled by her arm which was flung over her head.

Quietly, he moved to the end of the bed and peered between her legs. Her shaved cunt lips were just visible, tightly closed, hiding the pearl within. But as he looked he could see the lips glistening slightly and he was satisfied that even in sleep she was slightly aroused.

Then without any warning, he took her legs and thrust them rudely apart.

She woke with a start, instinctively attempting to pull them closed. He slapped her thigh sharply, leaving a red handprint. Startled she left them straddled. Her heavy lidded eyes, dazed with sleep, questioned him silently.

He pulled her t-shirt up, exposing the round soft stomach, curving waist and then her plump pale breasts. With one hand he squeezed one of her tits firmly, as if weighing fruit, deciding whether to buy. He moulded it and pushed it and pulled it away from her body. Then he pinched her nipple fairly sharply. She gave a small cry. He pulled back and clinically looked between her spread thighs. The pale soft cunt lips gaped slightly in this position, while from within their red counterparts split open.

At the tip he could see her clitoris peaking out, and grunted when he saw it starting to erect. Grabbing one thigh he pulled it apart even further thus giving him visual access to her entire vulva. Putting his head between her thighs he inspected her cunt hole. Normally pink he was pleased to see it flush a darker, richer colour and as he watched a clear stream of cunt juice suddenly squeezed out and trickled down the crack of her ass.

Her hips moved slightly as if to give him greater access but again he smacked her hip sharply. She stilled and he continued his inspection. Her vulva was starting to swell before his eyes and he watched with pleasure as her cunt lips plumped and expanded while the folds of her vagina began to pulsate.

Taking his hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out the beads. On a thin latex string, there were 5 attached beads, each around 2 inches in diameter. With his other hand, using his fingers, he spread her cunt hole wide so he could look in.

Then taking the beads he pushed the first one up the soft, warm folds. Her passage was tight, and initially there was some resistance, then before his eyes, the wide plastic egg shaped bead slid up into the swollen deep pink hole, the flesh contracting around the string as it disappeared.

He took the next one and pushed and again her cunt seemed to suck the bead into its soft, slippery depths. He followed suit with each bead until the entire string had disappeared up her cunt, leaving only a dangling tail emerging from the soft swollen cunt whose folds hid the bounty within.

Satisfied, he sat straight and gave her her instructions for the day. Pulling out a soft Indian dress with a low round bodice he told her she was to wear it today. Standing, her legs trembling slightly, she stood obediently while he pulled the dress on over her head. The valley between her breasts was clearly visible while the slope of her tits could be seen almost to her nipples. Opening a button, he reached into her bodice and pulled out first one breast, then the other, allowing them to fall naked against the cotton of the dress.

He cupped them, fondling and moulding them and running his thumbs roughly over the nipples. Her breasts seemed to swell in front of his eyes and her nipples contracted and elongated until they were like tiny red fingers at the end of their tips.

Standing back he admired the picture she made. The rich, burnished curls of her head cascaded around the pale shoulders, her green eyes, heavy lidded and still dazed by sleep glowed in her pale Irish face. Her plump pale breasts stood out against the muted blue of the dress, their tips swollen and crimson, their nakedness glaringly obvious and obscenely arousing.

Taking her hand, he led her to the bathroom and pushing her gently, sat her on the toilet, gathering up the folds of the dress so her entire groin and legs were open to his gaze. Obediently she spread her legs so he could see the crack of her cunt gaping open. Looking up, she mutely begged permission.

Kneeling, he put his hand between her legs feeling her cunt thoroughly from the tip of her pudenda to her firm ass cheeks. Pushing with two fingers, he ensured the beads were still safely ensconced in their warm prison, then rocking back on his heels, nodded.

Biting her lips slightly, she concentrated then closed her eyes as with a sigh, a hot pale stream of urine splashed into the toilet. He watched intently as she grimaced with relief, emptying her bladder from the night's concentration. The stream splashed noisily into the bowl from between the gaping lips, her inner labia stretched as she spread her legs a little wider. The hiss of the piss escaping her urethra was quite arousing and he felt his prick stir.

The hot stream faltered, then thinned, and he watched her stomach muscles contract as she emptied the last drops.

Taking some toilet paper, he wiped her thoroughly, checking for a last time the beads enwrapped in her inner recesses. Then pulling her to stand, he turned and washed his hands.

He told her she was to go about her business like this all day, with her breasts swinging free, her cunt naked and that the beads must never come out until he returned home and made the decision to remove them. Should she need to urinate she was to phone him and he would decide whether she could or not and where and when she would be allowed to piss.

Submissively, she agreed, then twining soft arms around his neck kissed his throat. He held her close, moulding the cheeks of her ass against his groin and kissing her deeply. Then he left.

She went about her tasks, feeding the animals, washing dishes, making phone calls. She was constantly aware of her naked cunt because to keep the beads up, she had to consciously be aware that they were shoved up her and keep her cunt muscles contracted. Squeezing and releasing her cunt as she went about her business, she found herself becoming inexorably aroused.

To complicate things, as she worked her breasts would swing freely, jiggling and pulling at her chest. When she was bent over the bath, scrubbing, her tight hard nipples came into contact with the cold porcelain, making her pause and then almost guiltily she swung them against it again, relishing the feel of its coolness against their hot tips.

She reached between her legs and fingered her cunt, tugging slightly at the string and gasping as the beads rolled and shifted deep within her cunt. She was very wet and because her cunt hole was blocked, she coated her finger with her juices then delicately probed her anus.

Gently, she slowly, voluptuously pushed her stiff finger up the tiny hole. Her sphincter muscle resisted for a moment, then closing her eyes and concentrating, she pushed harder and with a sigh, felt her finger sink into the tight muscular vice of her anus.

She knelt, her breasts rubbing against the cold side of the bath, her finger pushing in and out of her ass while the beads rolled and clacked inside her. Then, aware that she was getting very close to cumming and knowing he would be furious if she did, she reluctantly pulled her finger out. Washing, she turned then and continued with her work.

She tried to drink as little as possible but the day was warm and she craved tea. Between the tea and water, by 1 o'clock she was bursting to urinate. She was tempted just to void and not tell him but decided it would be better to get permission. Phoning, she asked to be connected.

Getting on the phone, he asked her brusquely what she wanted. A bit hesitantly she told him she needed to pee. He was quiet for a moment then told her he was busy and he would call her back when he was ready.

She felt a little desperate as he hung up. Her cunt felt heavy and swollen and her bladder was already straining. Willing herself to ignore it, she finished up some laundry. Bending to pick up the basket, she inadvertently released some urine from her bursting bladder, and a thin stream ran down her leg. Clamping the muscles of her cunt tight she stopped the flow before it really began, tears starting as the sensation became painful.

It must have been three quarters of an hour later. She was sitting quietly, afraid to move, in case the urine she was so desperately trying to suppress would spurt out. She was quite honestly close to crying when he called back. He made her describe exactly how she felt, listening while she talking about how her cunt was aching between her need to piss and the effort involved in keeping the beads up her vagina. He told her he was going to allow her to pee but she had to follow his instructions. He told her to go outside to the backyard to the small secret garden he had built for her.

Taking the phone, she obediently went out, looking around carefully to ensure no neighbour was around to see her bouncing, naked breasts. To her horror, as she walked, minute quantities of hot urine would trickle down the inside of her legs with every step. Once safely behind the latticework of her garden, she told him she was ready.

He told her to take her skirt and tie it tightly around her waist so that her entire lower body was exposed. Then, when that was done, he instructed her to crouch and spraddle her legs. Holding onto the phone desperately, in agony now, her bladder aching, she was almost crying. At the other end of the phone, he smiled in satisfaction as he heard her teary voice.

Obediently, every ounce of concentration bent on keeping her bladder clamped shut, she put the phone on the nearby chaise lounge, standing very close so he could hear her and she could hear his further instructions.

After tying up her skirt, she crouched down, spreading her legs. A hot stream of liquid splashed onto the dry earth when she crouched and she gave a cry of distress.

On the phone, she heard him talking and reached for it. He was displeased.

"I heard that ? you pissed didn't you?"

Tearfully she admitted some had escaped.

Telling her he would deal with that later, he told her to grasp the string which dangled obscenely between her straddled legs. Reaching between she grasped the string.

Almost light-headed with relief, she heard him tell her she could piss.

For a moment she could do nothing. Her cunt was very wet and very hot, her lips swollen and red; then, clenching her stomach muscles, she concentrated on pissing. With a spurt, a hot yellow stream gushed out of her cunt, soaking her hand and wrist. She heard him tell her to pull on the string, gently but carefully.

She slowly pulled on the string, conscious of the hot piss running down her arm and pooling in her palm. With a small pop the first bead, coated and thick with her juice, popped out. The feeling was quite incredible, the bead was large and stretched her cunt wide before suddenly allowing the hot red folds to contract together on the next portion of the string which it pulled. The sound of the thick stream of urine splashing on the ground added to her arousal, as it emerged from between her cunt lips it streamed to the ground, splashing the inside of her thighs and soaking her feet.

She gritted her teeth against the pleasure and tugged and with a groan felt the second bead pop out.

Musky with her juice, she slowly and methodically began to pull the entire string of beads from her swollen cunt. The golden stream of piss was thinning now and her entire groin felt tense and heavy. As the hot piss streamed out, it was as if she was directing a stream of water which massaged and caressed her while each bead as it emerged, seemed to pull at her very womb. Deep within her she felt that tight, wonderful sensation and she knew once she got the final beads pulled out of her she would cum.

Suddenly she heard his voice faintly and reluctantly she picked up the phone, her hand dripping. Briskly he asked her how many beads she had left. She told him, then he asked her to describe exactly how close she was to cumming. Her bladder was almost empty and she consciously stopped the stream, wanting hot piss to be spilling out when she pulled out the final beads.

Then she heard him tell her sternly to finish her piss but to leave the beads in and that once she was through pissing she was to shove the ones she had already removed back up. Almost tearfully she tried to explain that she was quite desperate to cum and if she could just finish ... angrily he told her to obey and deeply disappointed, but obedient she agreed.

Telling her she was a good girl he hung up.

Spreading her legs wider she squatted slightly and released her bladder, allowing the rest of her piss to stream to the ground. Then as it sputtered and emptied, she used her fingers to push the beads back up her aching cunt.

Finished, she went into the house, undressing and quickly but carefully showering so she would be fragrant and clean for his return.

The rest of the day passed slowly, she could not resist fingering her cunt at intervals, rubbing her fingers between her swollen wet lips, pushing a finger delicately up her ass and swivelling her hips to feel the hard beads roll and push within her. Finally, to escape she lay down and tried to doze.

Some time later, somewhere between sleep and awareness she heard him come in. Immediately she stood, a bit dazed, her breasts bouncing as she staggered slightly. He came into the bedroom and without saying anything to her, simply grasped her and turned her around. Pulling her skirt up from the back, he pushed her face down so her ass was up in the air, exposing her entire cunt to his gaze. First he checked the string, then satisfied it was intact, intently studied her cunt.

Her lips were swollen and dusky with arousal, while not just the slit but the entire inside of her soft thighs were wet with her juice. She bent over the bed, the skirt thrown over her head, pulsating with lust. She felt him rub his fingers between her slit, roughly, then without any warning she felt his index finger penetrate her in the ass.

She groaned as his stiff finger pushed in her and began to fuck her roughly. She began to move her hips back and flinched as he administered a stinging slap.

He then pulled out his finger and telling her to stay as she was went to the bathroom to wash it. Docile, she stayed in her position, relishing the feel of the breeze against her naked exposed ass. Then she heard him calling and eagerly went to find him. He was in the washroom standing before the toilet.

"Take out my prick and hold it while I piss," he commanded her.

Her fingers trembling, she unbuttoned his fly. Reaching inside she pulled out his thick, flaccid prick and directed it to the bowl. For a moment there was nothing and then from the spongy tip of his cock a thick golden stream of piss began to splash into the bowl. He stood aloof while she directed the hot stream into the toilet bowl, loving the feel of his velvet prick and the splash of the hot piss. His prick jerked and filled as he pissed, its soft length hardening slightly.

As the stream thinned, he suddenly stopped it, then turning to her took his prick from her hand and pushed her down to kneeling. Obediently she opened her small lips, and he pushed in just the head of his cock.

Watching intently, she saw his stomach clench and suddenly a hot stream of piss filled her mouth. She swallowed quickly but some of the ambrosia of his essence spurted out of the sides of her lips, running in rivulets down her chin. After a moment his stream petered out and happily, she allowed the rest to run down the back of her throat, hot and acrid and delicious.

Turning more fully toward her, he wrapped his hands in her tangled curls, and slowly, roughly, began to thrust his still slightly flaccid cock into the small mouth. Rhythmically, he pushed his hips into her face, relishing the feel of her hot warm tongue, while even the slight grating of her teeth along his length was unbelievably erotic.

Looking down he admired the picture she made. Tightening his hands, he pulled the curls sharply, harshly so around his now thickening organ she gave a cry. His prick jerked at her distress and he tightened his hands even more, pulling sharply at the roots of the beautiful glossy curls.

Tears started from her eyes as her hair was cruelly pulled but she continued to suck avidly at the sweet moist prick now throbbing and stiff between her lips.

Holding her head steady, he began to fuck her mouth in earnest, shoving his prick harder and deeper within its soft prison.

She gagged as his prick thrust at the back of her throat, constricting her breathing and a mixture of snot and fluid snorted from her nose. Ignoring her distress, he held her head tightly, pulling up so her hair was being tugged harshly and thrusting his cock deep down her throat.

His prick was stiff and throbbing now and filled her small mouth to the point of pain. Her lips were distended, the corners pulled tight, straining to encompass his girth. Her eyes streamed and she fought not to gag as his prick pushed down the back of her throat.

Her reality narrowed to the immediate; a hot stiff prick fucking her mouth, the sweet pain of her hair being tugged and pulled, the feel of the cool tiles beneath her knees.

A moment later, her breath hitching, she was able to take a deep cleansing breath as he pulled his cock free.

Prick bobbing, its pale length glistening from her saliva, he motioned to her to follow.

Entering the room, she stood quietly, awaiting instructions.

Stripping off her dress, he left her naked and vulnerable. Then, reaching into the nearby drawer, he pulled out the Velcro cuffs. Fastening one around each slender wrist, he clipped them to each other and led her thus tethered to the doorway.

Pulling her arms up, he clipped her bound wrists to the O ring embedded there, then stood back to consider. Reaching, he grabbed a hair tie and standing behind her, a little awkwardly pulled up the mass of crimson curls into a messy ponytail on top of her head.

Now the long elegant sweep of back was revealed to the deep indentation at the base of her spine, where her small firm buttocks flexed as her arms were pulled a little higher than was strictly comfortable. Her legs were long and shapely, the thighs taut, the knees and ankles delicate, her calves, toned and firm from yoga.

Reaching again into the drawer, he fastened the blindfold around her big green eyes.

Smacking her thighs, he had her spread her legs and crouching, tugged slightly at the string which dangled from her swollen cunt.

She groaned as she felt the tugging deep within her womb.

Satisfied, he stood.

She moved her head restlessly, seeking to discern his direction. Her eyes were completely darkened, the blindfold snug, allowing no light penetration.

She pranced somewhat nervously, her shoulders aching slightly, flexing and unflexing her buttocks as she waited for him.

Time passes differently when your senses are compromised and she lost track of how long she had been standing there. Silence met her nervous queries and lapsing into silence, she sought inner peace. Eventually, lulled by inactivity, she began to relax.

From behind, he sat on the bed, watching her, and grinned. He saw her shoulders relax, the nervous prancing subside and like a docile mare, one leg cocked, she almost dozed.

As silent as a cat, he slipped behind her, crop grasped in one gloved hand. Quietly, he raised his arm and then with a crack brought the thongs sharply against the fleshy part of her shoulder.

She cried out as the whip caressed her pale Irish flesh. Pink bloomed along her shoulder blade as he brought it down yet again. Gently, not harshly, light as a butterfly he swept its leather tongues along her back, coaxing, caressing and eliciting a sigh as she flexed her spine, accepting its kiss.

Creating an intricate pattern, never once allowing the tongues to touch where they had before, he wielded a Master's hand. Her thighs trembling, she felt her skin expand and swell, her heart fill as her beloved gave her his love.

Her skin flickered, the nerve endings awakening and singing, blood rushing to the surface, neurons sending messages to her brain. Between her legs, her vagina, already swollen and hot, plumped even more, slick and wet and in her subspace she strained to remember to keep her sweet tight passage contracted, trapping the beads he had put there.

Moving around his captive darling, he studied the jiggling breasts, their nipples swollen and extended. Gently, caressingly, he swept the tongues of the crop along their sensitive tips and smiled as she cried out.

Pausing, he took the clamps attached to his belt and cautioning her to remain still, delicately opened their tiny clamps. Voluptuously slowly, he brought the plastic covered metal near the swollen tip and then felt his prick jerk as their blunt teeth fastened around its red length. She groaned as she felt the clamp bite into her nipple then silenced as he murmured encouragement. Slowly, carefully, he fastened the second clamp to the hard swollen nipple of her other breast, and then stood back, admiring the sight of the clamps biting into the soft white breasts, a slim golden chain attaching them one to the other, dragging the firm breasts down slightly.

The moving to her back yet again, he commenced his whispering seduction of his beloved. His arm rose and fell and in the silence of the room the whisper and crack of the whip was moist and seductive, a vocal partner to the sensation imparted by its slick tongues.

Her shoulders hyper extended and flexing, she twisted on trembling legs, her back a mass of sensation. Her swollen lips dripped a steady stream of arousal, her breasts flared, an exquisite pain radiating from their cruelly clamped tips.

Watching intently, judging, planning, he paused, gently putting his hand between her legs.

Groaning deep in her throat, almost unaware, lost deep in her personal ecstasy and sensation almost beyond bearing, she began to pant.

Crouching, he studied the luscious cunt intently. Licking his lips, his prick felt swollen and almost sore, his balls aching and tight. Rubbing a hand along its swollen crimson length, he coated his fingers with his own juice, now leaking in a pale glistening stream from the blinking eye.

Finger coated with pre-cum he gently grasped the swollen clit, rubbing so gently his touch was almost a whisper of breath. With his other hand, he grasped the dangling slippery string and tugging, began to pull.

Deep within her womb, she felt the tugging. Her clit flamed and it felt as if her entire womb was being pulled out from between her legs. Panting harshly, hips moving without conscious thought she began moaning, small cries of animal lust that inflamed her beloved.

"Now," he whispered.

"Now!" he said louder.

Obeying,, helpless against his voice, she complied.

With a scream she began to cum. Powerful contractions racked her groin and a strong, overwhelming pressure pushed at the front of her cunt.

"Yes" she heard him say and sighing and moaning, she capitulated.

A hot spray of liquid gushed from the front of her cunt as she ejaculated, coating his hand and spraying his face.

As the last slippery, coated bead slipped from her hot passageway, she came again, her hips jerking and spasming as the sensations overwhelmed and thundered over her.

Moaning and thrashing, tears streamed from under the blindfold, soaking its soft surface and leaving a glistening trail along her flushed cheeks, she was helpless.

Standing, his prick throbbing and hard, its crimson tip uncovered, spongy head glistening and angry, he watched with glittering eyes.

Going behind her, with no preliminaries, he grasped the slender hips and probing between the tight buttocks, found his target.

With a yell, he thrust into her tight, slippery nether passage, impaling himself to the groin. His prick was squeezed and scraped as unprepared, she had no time to consciously loosen. Revelling in the tight unforgiving feel of her anus, he thrust harshly, relishing the feel of his prick raping her unprepared fundament.

Holding her tips tightly, his fingers white as he dug into the narrow hips, he fucked her hard.

Panting, pain flaring along the sensitive muscles of her ass, she moaned again. Thrusting back, she pushed her buttocks against his groin, impaling herself further on his stiff pistoning prick.

As he felt the tight, firm buttocks spread and push against his groin, his prick like an iron bar, he came ? his prick spurting long molten streams of cum up her tight ass. His balls contracted and spasmed as almost painfully, he emptied himself into her. Once, twice, three times, he thrust, lost in sensation as he felt his essence streaming in a delicious sticky gush into his beloved.

Slowly, he began to slow as his orgasm began to subside. Leaning against her, his face in her shoulder, she could feel his harsh breathing against her neck. Her shoulders aching, she pushed back against him, glorying in the feel of his warm body against her back, the aching feel of his prick still buried in her tight anus.

Finally, able to catch his breath, he stood. Gently, he reached up and unhooked her cuffs from the doorway and catching her as she trembled and almost lost her balance, lay her gently on the bed.

Smoothing the sweat soaked hair from her flushed face, he kissed her gently, his lips clinging, and gently undid the blindfold. Then going to the bathroom, he ran the bath.

On the bed, she lay, in a fugue of satiation and emotion, trembling and sensitive to every nuance, her body shook.

A moment later, her beloved was beside her. Gently guiding her, he lowered her into the warm, scented bath and lovingly began to run a cloth along her flushed and trembling body. Closing her eyes, she listened to his murmurs of love, his gentle compliments and sweet words of praise, her heart singing.

Half asleep, clean and warm, he led her to the bed. There, gently but thoroughly, he worked the cream into her arms and back and even into the taut thighs, paying special attention to the abraded and flushed back.

Finally, pulling back the blankets he rolled her into warm comfort and crawling in beside her, gathered her in his arms.

Warm, loved and surrounded by him, she fell into blissful sleep.

He was running late for work, but before he left, he had some business to take care of.

Walking into the bedroom, he pulled down the sheet, exposing her to his gaze. She remained asleep, exhaustion from their lovemaking the previous night taking its toll. She lay on her back, her legs relaxed and slightly apart, one arm over her head. The threadbare t-shirt she wore hid very little of her body. Her small plump breasts were clearly outlined through the thin cotton, their large nipples prominent. One breast hung slightly to the side while the other pointed up to the ceiling, pulled by her arm which was flung over her head.

Quietly, he moved to the end of the bed and peered between her legs. Her shaved cunt lips were just visible, tightly closed, hiding the pearl within. But as he looked he could see the lips glistening slightly and he was satisfied that even in sleep she was slightly aroused.

Then without any warning, he took her legs and thrust them rudely apart.

She woke with a start, instinctively attempting to pull them closed. He slapped her thigh sharply, leaving a red handprint. Startled she left them straddled. Her heavy lidded eyes, dazed with sleep, questioned him silently.

He pulled her t-shirt up, exposing the round soft stomach, curving waist and then her plump pale breasts. With one hand he squeezed one of her tits firmly, as if weighing fruit, deciding whether to buy. He moulded it and pushed it and pulled it away from her body. Then he pinched her nipple fairly sharply. She gave a small cry. He pulled back and clinically looked between her spread thighs. The pale soft cunt lips gaped slightly in this position, while from within their red counterparts split open.

At the tip he could see her clitoris peaking out, and grunted when he saw it starting to erect. Grabbing one thigh he pulled it apart even further thus giving him visual access to her entire vulva. Putting his head between her thighs he inspected her cunt hole. Normally pink he was pleased to see it flush a darker, richer colour and as he watched a clear stream of cunt juice suddenly squeezed out and trickled down the crack of her ass.

Her hips moved slightly as if to give him greater access but again he smacked her hip sharply. She stilled and he continued his inspection. Her vulva was starting to swell before his eyes and he watched with pleasure as her cunt lips plumped and expanded while the folds of her vagina began to pulsate.

Taking his hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out the beads. On a thin latex string, there were 5 attached beads, each around 2 inches in diameter. With his other hand, using his fingers, he spread her cunt hole wide so he could look in.

Then taking the beads he pushed the first one up the soft, warm folds. Her passage was tight, and initially there was some resistance, then before his eyes, the wide plastic egg shaped bead slid up into the swollen deep pink hole, the flesh contracting around the string as it disappeared.

He took the next one and pushed and again her cunt seemed to suck the bead into its soft, slippery depths. He followed suit with each bead until the entire string had disappeared up her cunt, leaving only a dangling tail emerging from the soft swollen cunt whose folds hid the bounty within.

Satisfied, he sat straight and gave her her instructions for the day. Pulling out a soft Indian dress with a low round bodice he told her she was to wear it today. Standing, her legs trembling slightly, she stood obediently while he pulled the dress on over her head. The valley between her breasts was clearly visible while the slope of her tits could be seen almost to her nipples. Opening a button, he reached into her bodice and pulled out first one breast, then the other, allowing them to fall naked against the cotton of the dress.

He cupped them, fondling and moulding them and running his thumbs roughly over the nipples. Her breasts seemed to swell in front of his eyes and her nipples contracted and elongated until they were like tiny red fingers at the end of their tips.

Standing back he admired the picture she made. The rich, burnished curls of her head cascaded around the pale shoulders, her green eyes, heavy lidded and still dazed by sleep glowed in her pale Irish face. Her plump pale breasts stood out against the muted blue of the dress, their tips swollen and crimson, their nakedness glaringly obvious and obscenely arousing.

Taking her hand, he led her to the bathroom and pushing her gently, sat her on the toilet, gathering up the folds of the dress so her entire groin and legs were open to his gaze. Obediently she spread her legs so he could see the crack of her cunt gaping open. Looking up, she mutely begged permission.

Kneeling, he put his hand between her legs feeling her cunt thoroughly from the tip of her pudenda to her firm ass cheeks. Pushing with two fingers, he ensured the beads were still safely ensconced in their warm prison, then rocking back on his heels, nodded.

Biting her lips slightly, she concentrated then closed her eyes as with a sigh, a hot pale stream of urine splashed into the toilet. He watched intently as she grimaced with relief, emptying her bladder from the night's concentration. The stream splashed noisily into the bowl from between the gaping lips, her inner labia stretched as she spread her legs a little wider. The hiss of the piss escaping her urethra was quite arousing and he felt his prick stir.

The hot stream faltered, then thinned, and he watched her stomach muscles contract as she emptied the last drops.

Taking some toilet paper, he wiped her thoroughly, checking for a last time the beads enwrapped in her inner recesses. Then pulling her to stand, he turned and washed his hands.

He told her she was to go about her business like this all day, with her breasts swinging free, her cunt naked and that the beads must never come out until he returned home and made the decision to remove them. Should she need to urinate she was to phone him and he would decide whether she could or not and where and when she would be allowed to piss.

Submissively, she agreed, then twining soft arms around his neck kissed his throat. He held her close, moulding the cheeks of her ass against his groin and kissing her deeply. Then he left.

She went about her tasks, feeding the animals, washing dishes, making phone calls. She was constantly aware of her naked cunt because to keep the beads up, she had to consciously be aware that they were shoved up her and keep her cunt muscles contracted. Squeezing and releasing her cunt as she went about her business, she found herself becoming inexorably aroused.

To complicate things, as she worked her breasts would swing freely, jiggling and pulling at her chest. When she was bent over the bath, scrubbing, her tight hard nipples came into contact with the cold porcelain, making her pause and then almost guiltily she swung them against it again, relishing the feel of its coolness against their hot tips.

She reached between her legs and fingered her cunt, tugging slightly at the string and gasping as the beads rolled and shifted deep within her cunt. She was very wet and because her cunt hole was blocked, she coated her finger with her juices then delicately probed her anus.

Gently, she slowly, voluptuously pushed her stiff finger up the tiny hole. Her sphincter muscle resisted for a moment, then closing her eyes and concentrating, she pushed harder and with a sigh, felt her finger sink into the tight muscular vice of her anus.

She knelt, her breasts rubbing against the cold side of the bath, her finger pushing in and out of her ass while the beads rolled and clacked inside her. Then, aware that she was getting very close to cumming and knowing he would be furious if she did, she reluctantly pulled her finger out. Washing, she turned then and continued with her work.

She tried to drink as little as possible but the day was warm and she craved tea. Between the tea and water, by 1 o'clock she was bursting to urinate. She was tempted just to void and not tell him but decided it would be better to get permission. Phoning, she asked to be connected.

Getting on the phone, he asked her brusquely what she wanted. A bit hesitantly she told him she needed to pee. He was quiet for a moment then told her he was busy and he would call her back when he was ready.

She felt a little desperate as he hung up. Her cunt felt heavy and swollen and her bladder was already straining. Willing herself to ignore it, she finished up some laundry. Bending to pick up the basket, she inadvertently released some urine from her bursting bladder, and a thin stream ran down her leg. Clamping the muscles of her cunt tight she stopped the flow before it really began, tears starting as the sensation became painful.

It must have been three quarters of an hour later. She was sitting quietly, afraid to move, in case the urine she was so desperately trying to suppress would spurt out. She was quite honestly close to crying when he called back. He made her describe exactly how she felt, listening while she talking about how her cunt was aching between her need to piss and the effort involved in keeping the beads up her vagina. He told her he was going to allow her to pee but she had to follow his instructions. He told her to go outside to the backyard to the small secret garden he had built for her.

Taking the phone, she obediently went out, looking around carefully to ensure no neighbour was around to see her bouncing, naked breasts. To her horror, as she walked, minute quantities of hot urine would trickle down the inside of her legs with every step. Once safely behind the latticework of her garden, she told him she was ready.

He told her to take her skirt and tie it tightly around her waist so that her entire lower body was exposed. Then, when that was done, he instructed her to crouch and spraddle her legs. Holding onto the phone desperately, in agony now, her bladder aching, she was almost crying. At the other end of the phone, he smiled in satisfaction as he heard her teary voice.

Obediently, every ounce of concentration bent on keeping her bladder clamped shut, she put the phone on the nearby chaise lounge, standing very close so he could hear her and she could hear his further instructions.

After tying up her skirt, she crouched down, spreading her legs. A hot stream of liquid splashed onto the dry earth when she crouched and she gave a cry of distress.

On the phone, she heard him talking and reached for it. He was displeased.

"I heard that ? you pissed didn't you?"

Tearfully she admitted some had escaped.

Telling her he would deal with that later, he told her to grasp the string which dangled obscenely between her straddled legs. Reaching between she grasped the string.

Almost light-headed with relief, she heard him tell her she could piss.

For a moment she could do nothing. Her cunt was very wet and very hot, her lips swollen and red; then, clenching her stomach muscles, she concentrated on pissing. With a spurt, a hot yellow stream gushed out of her cunt, soaking her hand and wrist. She heard him tell her to pull on the string, gently but carefully.

She slowly pulled on the string, conscious of the hot piss running down her arm and pooling in her palm. With a small pop the first bead, coated and thick with her juice, popped out. The feeling was quite incredible, the bead was large and stretched her cunt wide before suddenly allowing the hot red folds to contract together on the next portion of the string which it pulled. The sound of the thick stream of urine splashing on the ground added to her arousal, as it emerged from between her cunt lips it streamed to the ground, splashing the inside of her thighs and soaking her feet.

She gritted her teeth against the pleasure and tugged and with a groan felt the second bead pop out.

Musky with her juice, she slowly and methodically began to pull the entire string of beads from her swollen cunt. The golden stream of piss was thinning now and her entire groin felt tense and heavy. As the hot piss streamed out, it was as if she was directing a stream of water which massaged and caressed her while each bead as it emerged, seemed to pull at her very womb. Deep within her she felt that tight, wonderful sensation and she knew once she got the final beads pulled out of her she would cum.

Suddenly she heard his voice faintly and reluctantly she picked up the phone, her hand dripping. Briskly he asked her how many beads she had left. She told him, then he asked her to describe exactly how close she was to cumming. Her bladder was almost empty and she consciously stopped the stream, wanting hot piss to be spilling out when she pulled out the final beads.

Then she heard him tell her sternly to finish her piss but to leave the beads in and that once she was through pissing she was to shove the ones she had already removed back up. Almost tearfully she tried to explain that she was quite desperate to cum and if she could just finish ... angrily he told her to obey and deeply disappointed, but obedient she agreed.

Telling her she was a good girl he hung up.

Spreading her legs wider she squatted slightly and released her bladder, allowing the rest of her piss to stream to the ground. Then as it sputtered and emptied, she used her fingers to push the beads back up her aching cunt.

Finished, she went into the house, undressing and quickly but carefully showering so she would be fragrant and clean for his return.

The rest of the day passed slowly, she could not resist fingering her cunt at intervals, rubbing her fingers between her swollen wet lips, pushing a finger delicately up her ass and swivelling her hips to feel the hard beads roll and push within her. Finally, to escape she lay down and tried to doze.

Some time later, somewhere between sleep and awareness she heard him come in. Immediately she stood, a bit dazed, her breasts bouncing as she staggered slightly. He came into the bedroom and without saying anything to her, simply grasped her and turned her around. Pulling her skirt up from the back, he pushed her face down so her ass was up in the air, exposing her entire cunt to his gaze. First he checked the string, then satisfied it was intact, intently studied her cunt.

Her lips were swollen and dusky with arousal, while not just the slit but the entire inside of her soft thighs were wet with her juice. She bent over the bed, the skirt thrown over her head, pulsating with lust. She felt him rub his fingers between her slit, roughly, then without any warning she felt his index finger penetrate her in the ass.

She groaned as his stiff finger pushed in her and began to fuck her roughly. She began to move her hips back and flinched as he administered a stinging slap.

He then pulled out his finger and telling her to stay as she was went to the bathroom to wash it. Docile, she stayed in her position, relishing the feel of the breeze against her naked exposed ass. Then she heard him calling and eagerly went to find him. He was in the washroom standing before the toilet.

"Take out my prick and hold it while I piss," he commanded her.

Her fingers trembling, she unbuttoned his fly. Reaching inside she pulled out his thick, flaccid prick and directed it to the bowl. For a moment there was nothing and then from the spongy tip of his cock a thick golden stream of piss began to splash into the bowl. He stood aloof while she directed the hot stream into the toilet bowl, loving the feel of his velvet prick and the splash of the hot piss. His prick jerked and filled as he pissed, its soft length hardening slightly.

As the stream thinned, he suddenly stopped it, then turning to her took his prick from her hand and pushed her down to kneeling. Obediently she opened her small lips, and he pushed in just the head of his cock.

Watching intently, she saw his stomach clench and suddenly a hot stream of piss filled her mouth. She swallowed quickly but some of the ambrosia of his essence spurted out of the sides of her lips, running in rivulets down her chin. After a moment his stream petered out and happily, she allowed the rest to run down the back of her throat, hot and acrid and delicious.

Turning more fully toward her, he wrapped his hands in her tangled curls, and slowly, roughly, began to thrust his still slightly flaccid cock into the small mouth. Rhythmically, he pushed his hips into her face, relishing the feel of her hot warm tongue, while even the slight grating of her teeth along his length was unbelievably erotic.

Looking down he admired the picture she made. Tightening his hands, he pulled the curls sharply, harshly so around his now thickening organ she gave a cry. His prick jerked at her distress and he tightened his hands even more, pulling sharply at the roots of the beautiful glossy curls.

Tears started from her eyes as her hair was cruelly pulled but she continued to suck avidly at the sweet moist prick now throbbing and stiff between her lips.

Holding her head steady, he began to fuck her mouth in earnest, shoving his prick harder and deeper within its soft prison.

She gagged as his prick thrust at the back of her throat, constricting her breathing and a mixture of snot and fluid snorted from her nose. Ignoring her distress, he held her head tightly, pulling up so her hair was being tugged harshly and thrusting his cock deep down her throat.

His prick was stiff and throbbing now and filled her small mouth to the point of pain. Her lips were distended, the corners pulled tight, straining to encompass his girth. Her eyes streamed and she fought not to gag as his prick pushed down the back of her throat.

Her reality narrowed to the immediate; a hot stiff prick fucking her mouth, the sweet pain of her hair being tugged and pulled, the feel of the cool tiles beneath her knees.

A moment later, her breath hitching, she was able to take a deep cleansing breath as he pulled his cock free.

Prick bobbing, its pale length glistening from her saliva, he motioned to her to follow.

Entering the room, she stood quietly, awaiting instructions.

Stripping off her dress, he left her naked and vulnerable. Then, reaching into the nearby drawer, he pulled out the Velcro cuffs. Fastening one around each slender wrist, he clipped them to each other and led her thus tethered to the doorway.

Pulling her arms up, he clipped her bound wrists to the O ring embedded there, then stood back to consider. Reaching, he grabbed a hair tie and standing behind her, a little awkwardly pulled up the mass of crimson curls into a messy ponytail on top of her head.

Now the long elegant sweep of back was revealed to the deep indentation at the base of her spine, where her small firm buttocks flexed as her arms were pulled a little higher than was strictly comfortable. Her legs were long and shapely, the thighs taut, the knees and ankles delicate, her calves, toned and firm from yoga.

Reaching again into the drawer, he fastened the blindfold around her big green eyes.

Smacking her thighs, he had her spread her legs and crouching, tugged slightly at the string which dangled from her swollen cunt.

She groaned as she felt the tugging deep within her womb.

Satisfied, he stood.

She moved her head restlessly, seeking to discern his direction. Her eyes were completely darkened, the blindfold snug, allowing no light penetration.

She pranced somewhat nervously, her shoulders aching slightly, flexing and unflexing her buttocks as she waited for him.

Time passes differently when your senses are compromised and she lost track of how long she had been standing there. Silence met her nervous queries and lapsing into silence, she sought inner peace. Eventually, lulled by inactivity, she began to relax.

From behind, he sat on the bed, watching her, and grinned. He saw her shoulders relax, the nervous prancing subside and like a docile mare, one leg cocked, she almost dozed.

As silent as a cat, he slipped behind her, crop grasped in one gloved hand. Quietly, he raised his arm and then with a crack brought the thongs sharply against the fleshy part of her shoulder.

She cried out as the whip caressed her pale Irish flesh. Pink bloomed along her shoulder blade as he brought it down yet again. Gently, not harshly, light as a butterfly he swept its leather tongues along her back, coaxing, caressing and eliciting a sigh as she flexed her spine, accepting its kiss.

Creating an intricate pattern, never once allowing the tongues to touch where they had before, he wielded a Master's hand. Her thighs trembling, she felt her skin expand and swell, her heart fill as her beloved gave her his love.

Her skin flickered, the nerve endings awakening and singing, blood rushing to the surface, neurons sending messages to her brain. Between her legs, her vagina, already swollen and hot, plumped even more, slick and wet and in her subspace she strained to remember to keep her sweet tight passage contracted, trapping the beads he had put there.

Moving around his captive darling, he studied the jiggling breasts, their nipples swollen and extended. Gently, caressingly, he swept the tongues of the crop along their sensitive tips and smiled as she cried out.

Pausing, he took the clamps attached to his belt and cautioning her to remain still, delicately opened their tiny clamps. Voluptuously slowly, he brought the plastic covered metal near the swollen tip and then felt his prick jerk as their blunt teeth fastened around its red length. She groaned as she felt the clamp bite into her nipple then silenced as he murmured encouragement. Slowly, carefully, he fastened the second clamp to the hard swollen nipple of her other breast, and then stood back, admiring the sight of the clamps biting into the soft white breasts, a slim golden chain attaching them one to the other, dragging the firm breasts down slightly.

The moving to her back yet again, he commenced his whispering seduction of his beloved. His arm rose and fell and in the silence of the room the whisper and crack of the whip was moist and seductive, a vocal partner to the sensation imparted by its slick tongues.

Her shoulders hyper extended and flexing, she twisted on trembling legs, her back a mass of sensation. Her swollen lips dripped a steady stream of arousal, her breasts flared, an exquisite pain radiating from their cruelly clamped tips.

Watching intently, judging, planning, he paused, gently putting his hand between her legs.

Groaning deep in her throat, almost unaware, lost deep in her personal ecstasy and sensation almost beyond bearing, she began to pant.

Crouching, he studied the luscious cunt intently. Licking his lips, his prick felt swollen and almost sore, his balls aching and tight. Rubbing a hand along its swollen crimson length, he coated his fingers with his own juice, now leaking in a pale glistening stream from the blinking eye.

Finger coated with pre-cum he gently grasped the swollen clit, rubbing so gently his touch was almost a whisper of breath. With his other hand, he grasped the dangling slippery string and tugging, began to pull.

Deep within her womb, she felt the tugging. Her clit flamed and it felt as if her entire womb was being pulled out from between her legs. Panting harshly, hips moving without conscious thought she began moaning, small cries of animal lust that inflamed her beloved.

"Now," he whispered.

"Now!" he said louder.

Obeying,, helpless against his voice, she complied.

With a scream she began to cum. Powerful contractions racked her groin and a strong, overwhelming pressure pushed at the front of her cunt.

"Yes" she heard him say and sighing and moaning, she capitulated.

A hot spray of liquid gushed from the front of her cunt as she ejaculated, coating his hand and spraying his face.

As the last slippery, coated bead slipped from her hot passageway, she came again, her hips jerking and spasming as the sensations overwhelmed and thundered over her.

Moaning and thrashing, tears streamed from under the blindfold, soaking its soft surface and leaving a glistening trail along her flushed cheeks, she was helpless.

Standing, his prick throbbing and hard, its crimson tip uncovered, spongy head glistening and angry, he watched with glittering eyes.

Going behind her, with no preliminaries, he grasped the slender hips and probing between the tight buttocks, found his target.

With a yell, he thrust into her tight, slippery nether passage, impaling himself to the groin. His prick was squeezed and scraped as unprepared, she had no time to consciously loosen. Revelling in the tight unforgiving feel of her anus, he thrust harshly, relishing the feel of his prick raping her unprepared fundament.

Holding her tips tightly, his fingers white as he dug into the narrow hips, he fucked her hard.

Panting, pain flaring along the sensitive muscles of her ass, she moaned again. Thrusting back, she pushed her buttocks against his groin, impaling herself further on his stiff pistoning prick.

As he felt the tight, firm buttocks spread and push against his groin, his prick like an iron bar, he came ? his prick spurting long molten streams of cum up her tight ass. His balls contracted and spasmed as almost painfully, he emptied himself into her. Once, twice, three times, he thrust, lost in sensation as he felt his essence streaming in a delicious sticky gush into his beloved.

Slowly, he began to slow as his orgasm began to subside. Leaning against her, his face in her shoulder, she could feel his harsh breathing against her neck. Her shoulders aching, she pushed back against him, glorying in the feel of his warm body against her back, the aching feel of his prick still buried in her tight anus.

Finally, able to catch his breath, he stood. Gently, he reached up and unhooked her cuffs from the doorway and catching her as she trembled and almost lost her balance, lay her gently on the bed.

Smoothing the sweat soaked hair from her flushed face, he kissed her gently, his lips clinging, and gently undid the blindfold. Then going to the bathroom, he ran the bath.

On the bed, she lay, in a fugue of satiation and emotion, trembling and sensitive to every nuance, her body shook.

A moment later, her beloved was beside her. Gently guiding her, he lowered her into the warm, scented bath and lovingly began to run a cloth along her flushed and trembling body. Closing her eyes, she listened to his murmurs of love, his gentle compliments and sweet words of praise, her heart singing.

Half asleep, clean and warm, he led her to the bed. There, gently but thoroughly, he worked the cream into her arms and back and even into the taut thighs, paying special attention to the abraded and flushed back.

Finally, pulling back the blankets he rolled her into warm comfort and crawling in beside her, gathered her in his arms.

Warm, loved and surrounded by him, she fell into blissful sleep.

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The figure trembled as it stroked the last pair of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping young girls’ minds into its sluts. Turning good girls into whores, bad girls into virgins, and a whole host of other naughty designs. But too much of a good thing was bad. It needed to move on to new amusements. The figure slipped unnoticed through the department store. It had been in one of these places many times. It knew through its waterfall’s...

The New Pet

“Okay, Pet. Now that you have completed task one, it is time for you to move into your own room.”Sarah opened her eyes and looked towards the door. Rocco was standing just inside the room with one hand on his hip and the other arm leaned up against the wall. Her eyes were drawn at first to his smile, but her hunger caused her gaze to drop slowly, taking it all in. She could not believe she was finally at her master’s house. The wait over, the summer was almost unbearable.His checkered...

Obedient Mithila 8211 Part I

Mithila’s buttocks squirmed on the cool hard wood bench her thin school uniform pajama seemed see through because of her white skin her 18 year old body was her shame: Bulbous ass and huge breasts on her 5’2″ frame. At least that is what the teachers kept telling her. She didn’t know what to expect and she waited in the office balcony of the private boarding school she attended most of her life. She had just found out her absentee parents had died in a freak accident. She couldn’t feel...

A Taking Of A New Pet

A Taking Of A New Pet As I walk to his cabana, my heart is racing. All day, I could think of nothing more than how my night would be filled with ecstasy at the hands of my Master. Just the thought makes my skin tingle and my heart soar. It has been too long since I’ve seen him, and waiting for him to summon me has been excruciating. Waking up in the morning alone and wandering through my day. Wondering when he would call, if he would call. I would sit at my desk for hours remembering all of...

OBEDIENT MOMMY

THURSDAY EVENING“Brian didn’t I tell you to go clean up your room,” Brian’s mother called out to him from the corridor where her bedroom and his adjoined.“I said I will do it,” Brian called out. Brian was busy playing with his PS3 in front of the t.v. His mom walked towards the lounge and stood between him and the t.v. “Brian I will not tell you twice. Go do it now or I’ll ground you and give your video game console away,” his mother threatened him. “Yes mom,” Brian sighed. Brian was an only...

A Man and His PetsChapter 3 Finding the Right Pet

Using a fictitious name, Jim had long ago established a mail drop in the Upstate of South Carolina. Any of his more unusual purchases for his dungeon were sent there. He'd simply fly in, pick up his new purchase, have a nice dinner, and fly home. Using that mail drop, Jim began ordering the supplies he thought he'd need to capture, secure, and transport his vict ... er, pet. He had used the name Bill Smith when establishing the mail drop, and he continued that ruse when ordering his...

Bedroom Pet

Edited by Silverman Monica loved to walk in the woods that surrounded her old house, always trying to improve her already large collection of bugs. She was hoping to find a new one today. The athletic woman reached the creek that flowed between slippery rocks. She looked down, searching for a firm spot to place her feet and there it was… The most beautiful and strange insect she had ever seen. Or was it a reptile? She couldn’t tell. The sunlight reflected from its three-legged body with a...

Bedroom Pet

By Homealone_447 Edited by Silverman Monica loved to walk in the woods that surrounded her old house, always trying to improve her already large collection of bugs. She was hoping to find a new one today. The athletic woman reached the creek that flowed between slippery rocks. She looked down, searching for a firm spot to place her feet and there it was... The most beautiful and strange insect she had ever seen. Or was it a reptile? She couldn’t tell. The sunlight reflected from its...

Master Fills His Pet

Both of us drunk and sweaty already from a night of dancing at the club. Stumbling into the house, Master and I are ripping each others clothes off. Frantically pawing at each other. Wanting every part of our bodies touching. Master wraps his hand in my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. Mouths open, tongues battling each other, lips pressed together hard. He pushes me to my knees by my hair. I look up at Him silently asking for permission. Master nods a yes. Smiling, I pull His pants down,...

The Collaring of Pet

"Master, can I be your slave...permanently?" That was the question that began our new life together. It is a question that still rings in my ears all these years later. She asked the question of me that Saturday evening after making the statement to me the night before, that she wanted to know more about the D/s lifestyle that attracted me so much. She had tasted it, and found that she, too, had a penchant for the 'Dark Side' as a submissive. And she decided she wanted more. She wanted to take...

Office Pet

I unlock the office block door and pull it open. I'm an hour early but it’s a busy day ahead and I want to make a start on the jobs that I need to complete. My black heels click on the floor and the beat of the music is playing in my ear. I love being smartly dressed in my black knee length skirt suit and pink shirt matched with my skin coloured stockings. I know that my big purple headphones ruin the look but I love to listen to music as I travel to work. I get to my desk and unplug my...

To be a pet

To be a Pet5 o'clock, finally. I rush out the office door to catch the bus. I don't want to be late - Mistress doesn't like that. With 3 minutes to spare I reach open the door to her apartment, relieved that I made it on time. As usual, I remove all my clothes, put on my heels and my collar. I put the leash in my mouth and crawl towards the living room, my tits hanging down, wiggling my ass. I push the door open. I hear voices. Mistress is not alone? ...

The Pink Pet

The Pink Pet I sat alone on my computer up late at night long after the sun had gone down. My nightly routine of going about the internet looking for different fetish sites and chat rooms was yielding its usual dull results. Little did I know that I was just one click away from a different life, and I made that click that night without even knowing it. I was constantly in search of a woman who would share my deepest darkest fetish. No one knew it but every night I would put on three...

The Pet

The PetThe last things I remember in my life were his arms, grabbing me from behind and covering my mouth; the darkness of the street, the quick and sharp pain in my neck. Everything that came after can’t be referred to as life. But it’s not a death either, unfortunately. There’s too much sounds and smells surrounding me for that. Too much sensations. But then again, this could be real hell, which is opposite of heaven. Who knows.I remember my first day in this hell. How I woke up and opened my...

My Dear Sweet Slave Part 1 New Pet

With the strength earned from millions of hammer swings, he effortlessly picked her up and held her against him, her back pressed against his bare chest. He could feel her heart beating wildly and her lungs expand and contract with each fluttering breath she took. Careful not to let her fall, he reached up with one arm and grabbed her left breast, squeezing hard. With his other arm, he reached down and rammed his ring and middle finger into her virgin slit, while clamping down on her erect...

my obedient wife

I’d had a tough day at work with the boss on my case as usual and I couldn’t wait to get home to my gorgeous wife. She waited for my arrival every evening,ever the dutiful girl that I married,and as soon as I got through the door my life took an fantastic turn for the better.She was sitting exactly where I had told her to be and had prepared herself for me to my very exacting standards.My beautiful big breasted lady never disappointed me.I didn’t have to utter a word to her such was the...

my obedient wife

I'd had a tough day at work with the boss on my case as usual and I couldn't wait to get home to my gorgeous wife.She waited for my arrival every evening,ever the dutiful girl that I married,and as soon as I got through the door my life took anfantastic turn for the better.She was sitting exactly where I had told her to be and had prepared herself for me to my very exacting standards.My beautiful big breasted lady never disappointed me.I didn't have to utter a word to her such was the...

Obedient Vivian

Obedient Vivian (MF, reluc) By: Darkdm My wife Vivian was originally from Taiwan. I met her through a friend when she came over to the US for a short term project. She was only 22 years old at the time. When I first laid my eyes upon her, I was in love. Her angelic face, shoulder length silky, black hair, and slender body was everything I wanted in a woman. After spending sometimes with her, I was amazed that she had all the qualities I wanted in a woman as well. She was smart, gentle, and...

My husband my pet

John Sommers was an associate professor teaching American History at a small college in Ohio. He was 43 years of age, had a Masters degree in History, and was not happy. He was married to Lori Stackhouse-Sommers who had a Ph.D. and was a full professor at the same school. She taught psychology courses as well as doing research. She was 40, still was rather nice looking. She never was drop dead gorgeous, but she maintained her figure and had an outgoing personality. School...

Her little pet

“Come here pet,” she patted the spot next to her on the bed. She was sitting up in bed, propped up by numerous pillows against the leather upholstered bed-head and reading a book, while he was kneeling on the floor by the foot of the bed and waiting for her command. As soon as he heard her he crawled up onto the bed with obvious enthusiasm and stood next to her on all fours waiting for further instructions. She looked at him and smiled as her hand ran over his hair, causing him to sigh...

Forbbiden pet

Introduction: This is the intro to a set of three stories, sorry about the long background it will make sence later. P.S this is my second language so please do point out any mistakes and i will correct asap. It is a boring afternoon, your partner just walked in after storming out of her shift at work. Shes more like a ghost each and every day, barely even recognizing the fact that you exist, and when she does it is to boss you around. She looks right through you as her highness ungraciously...

Im a pet

Contact me via inbox if you are visiting Grenada and will like to pay to have fun with ladies. PET MOMMY-SLUT!!!I am sure you have heard the saying be careful not to wake up the sleeping giant. Well, I woke the giant up both figuratively and literally with my son, Michael.Before I seduced him, he was a meek, shy and conservative boy who stroked himself often to i****t fantasies online. But once he had a taste of the forbidden fruit, he turned from boy to man, from mouse to lion.I knew I had...

Anal Pet

She can't do it the normal way.Author's note: back to the old fashioned 'stroke story.' Enjoy.Steve was so fucking horny. His cousin Alan was getting married in a week and his bachelor party had been an extravaganza of booze, blue movies and 'exotic dancers'. Unfortunately all of the strippers were too struck up to accept his offers to make a little extra money by going home with him. He just didn't know what the fuck he was going to do.He pulled up to his apartment and he recognized two of his...

Her little pet

“Come here pet,” she patted the spot next to her on the bed. She was sitting up in bed, propped up by numerous pillows against the leather upholstered bed-head and reading a book, while he was kneeling on the floor by the foot of the bed and waiting for her command. As soon as he heard her he crawled up onto the bed with obvious enthusiasm and stood next to her on all fours waiting for further instructions. She looked at him and smiled as her hand ran over his hair, causing him to sigh...

Her Sweet Pet

Another Vampire Story by popular request, Hope you all enjoy the read. This could run into a running series, but for now I'll be posting 5 chapters.Enjoy!Thunder rumbled in the darkening clouds above him as Dustin walked along the sidewalk heading towards the store. The cold wind blew through him making him shiver as he tugged his blue denim jacket tighter around his body, his exposed fingers closing firmly along the front lapel in an attempt to keep the cold at bay. His blue jeans weren't...

The Magic Pet

Suzy and her grandad were chatting in her bedroom. ‘Grandad, tell me another of your magic stories.’ ‘I can do better than that. Do you want to see my magic pet?’ She started to jump up and down. ‘Ohh yes, please Grandad, ‘ she squealed. ‘When can I see him? Now?’ Grandad smiled. ‘Yes, of course. He sleeps in my jeans. Do you want to take him out?’ ‘Oh, can I?’ she answered with an innocent smile. ‘Yes, but you must be careful and gentle as he’s asleep. I don’t know exactly where he is,...

Obedient Wife

After checking out a few dogging sites online l found one fairly local and picked a lay-by for our next evening out, it was sheltered from the road. I got my wife to wear something that would display her cleavage and a short skirt to show off plenty of leg and like before l took Trudy for a drink. The lay-by was quite long, a couple of lorries were parked up and about six cars were scattered along the roadway, every so often l could see pathways leading into a wooded area, l told my wife we...

Obedient Sissy Cuckold

Obedient Sissy Cuckold by Throne I was wearing a little-girl style dress with capped sleeves, short arms, a wide cloth belt, and full skirt. It was yellow, with a design of green leaves and red roses. Along with that I wore knee socks and Mary Jane shoes. My wife Sylvie stood in front of me, checking everything. She reached out and straightened my wig, which was a mass of golden curls that fell to my shoulders. Then she stepped back for another look. With her hands on her wide...

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