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Tali's Tears

Fenton the Felon sighed deeply, surveying the cell around him in the Montgomery County Detention Center. They had him now. From the midnight arrest at Gelmeyer Chevrolet to Fenton's discovery that Judge Vogel, sentencing jurist in this case, was the same Vogelwho had caught Fenton caning Mrs. Vogel in her Little Bo Peep outfit in their den in 1983. Sentenced under the three strikes law, Fenton "Hot"Weir, Maryland's most obnoxious car thief would now be going inside for life.. Suddenly there was a clanging in the lock, and Turnkey Thompson'scorpulent chin appeared. "Heads up, dirtbag…you're sprung." Fenton dropped "The Cross and the Switchblade", astonished. "I made bail?" Thompson's face was disgusted. "Worse…for the state. Gelmeyer's Mercedes dealership has dropped the charges." ** **************************************************** Natalia Snowden, Assistant District Attorney for Montgomery County, MD, hung in her pantry, the heavy weights pulling the nipple clamps.

She closed her eyes against the hurt. Her vagina had a similar weight on it, and the ceiling hook above her was connected to a chain with a combination lock. Tali was trying to spin the dials with her long fingernails. If she could only see the numbers…Tali had minored in math, after all. Once they'd gotten back in the house, Fenton the Felon had locked her up in this contraption while he went out to see old friends at Champion Billiards…it had been three months in that damn detention center, and Fenton was lonely.

The weights were practically tearing at her nipples and genitals, Tali's arches were in incredible pain from trying to push herself up to discover the combination to free herself. Her shapely bottom was covered with fresh welts, Tali's first whipping in over a year. Fenton had become Tali's master five years before after she'd unsuccessfully prosecuted him for grand theft auto…she'd been wonderful to the guy, giving gifts, money, housingin return forwhippings and abuse…and now she'd bailed him out of jail, and asked him to reunite with her…and he'd chained Tali in the pantry.Wasn't he grateful?

True, a year ago, Tali had gone to an Inner Child Encounter Seminar. ICES had convinced Tali that herdesires were sick, that Fenton was just demeaning her, and she'd asked him, hesitatingly, to leave. Would there be an argument? Fenton had unlocked her chastity corset, and taken it and his whips, chains, clamps and canes, and left the house immediately, cheerfully telling Tali that he hoped she would enjoy her newfound mental health. Tali'd heard nothing from him since; except someone told her Fenton was irritated because the car locks had changed in the four years that he'd been Tali's "homemaker." (Power windows especially. He'd gotten his jacket caught in one of Gelmeyer's car windows when the flashing red lights arrived.) Tali thought she would enjoy her freedom.

Sure, for the first time in five years, Tali could masturbate whenever she wanted, no more evil chastity corset andallotted monthly orgasms; Tali also could now have actual sex, and lots of appreciative, worshipful guys, many of whom were far more handsome than Fenton who was, after alla short half-Jewish black guy with thick glasses and a hook nose.

But Tali found that whether she was stroking herself, or some corporate attorney was going down on her, all she could think of was Fenton's Barber's razor strop hitting her ass. Fenton forcing Tali to go down on Salvation Army drunks for a quarter each-Tali, who had once been a model for "Mirabella " magazine.

Getting thecattle prod in her ass while tied to Fenton's basement pool table. Being Fenton'sreceptacle whenever he wanted to take a whiz. That especially. Tali having her case review interrupted so she could kneel on the cold bathroom tiles and have her Master pee into her mouth, and then using her mouth to blow him. The time Fenton and his daughter whipped Tali with thorns and nettles in the woods…even the memories of the hours and hours she was locked in the hot, sweaty steamer trunk, next to the bed where Fenton screwed coeds aroused Tali these days.

And Tali's production at work flagged. You wouldn't think a live-in relationship with a career auto thief would be good for a prosecuting attorney, but Tali, who had been a weekend cokehead and who could drink any frat boy under the table, quit drinking, smoking and drugs under Fenton's regimen.

Running on her treadmill naked at seven miles an hour while Fenton's cane encouraged her on, being forced to stand for long periods of time on her arches while being manacled somewhere or other…it was remarkable. Tali had learned incredible self-discipline, and had lost twelve pounds in her first year as Fenton's slave.

Since they'd broken up, Tali had gone from a hundred ten pounds to one forty-five. There were gray hairs in her curls, and Jesus, she was only thirty-five! A few months ago, Tali had finally gotten in touch with Fenton, and he'd hung up on her, laughing, when she'd begged him to come back.

Fenton had a nineteen year old flight attendant looking after him now, with another gorgeous little slave-girl, a banker paying their rent for the trio…but something must've happened there, because when the bust at Gelmeyer's came, no one was there to pay for Fenton's defense.

And here Tali had gone out on a limb to convince Leon Gelmeyer to drop the charges. Tali had done this by giving Gelmeyera sweet state contract as the supplier of vehicles for the courthouse 'til 2015. So here Fenton was, free as a bird. And he'd admitted that before the bust, he'd been living in his car, after the banker's ex-husband had committed her someplace. Now here he was, a fifty-six year old balding half-breed ex-con with no job skills…back in the lap of luxury..did he care?

Finally, the combination spun correctly, and the lock popped open, and Tali quickly removed her tit and clit weights, and leaned over to open the pantry door. It was locked. Tali sunk to her knees and began to cry, but at the same time, her fingers found her aching pussy and began working feverishly. Fenton the Felon and Dirty Don sat in the living room of the two bedroom condo that Don shared with his slave-boy, Skip. They had played one-ball with some friends at Champion Billiards, and now were relaxing, and discussing Fenton's recent troubles. "You really should take Tali back, Fenton" Don said seriously.

"Even though you never said so, Skip and I both thought you were very hurt when she went through that therapy crap..but she's sorry now, and after all, she just got youout of doing life as a habitual offender." Don snickered. "You got to get the message, man…if you get caught again, it's really all over. For old thieves like us, that life don't appeal…and neither of us likes work. It's a four letter word, like soap."

The two laughed uproariously. "It's true, Don…other than stealing cars, all I know how to do is keep a rich submissive…" Fenton mused. "Not a bad skill at that, dude…better than mopping McDonalds." The two laughed again.

The door opened, and a well dressed man of 29 came in, his blue Armani suit and briefcasea stark contrast withthe concert T-shirts of the middle aged ex-convicts. He was, it seemed in heated dialogue on a cell phone.

"I don't care, Brett…Lucent Technologies is through. Push Nortel. It's reported a fourth-quarter profit of..." The young man listened intently, and grew crimson. "I don't givea damn! You do what I say, or crawl back to Morgan Stanley!" The young man clicked off the cell, and noted the two old criminals staring at him. Suddenly, all the color drained out of his face.

"Master…I didn't know you'd be home so early." The young manput his cell phone into his briefcase andset the case on the carpet. "I'm so sorry, Master…I meant to do the chores, but I worked late.Good to see you, Sir Fenton." Rapidly he stripped naked, and walked over and knelt in front of Don, kissing and licking the mud off Don's combat boots.

"I see you've moved Skip from a chastity device to a Prince Albert, Don." Fenton was looking at the young man's penis, which was hooked into his scrotum with an evil little padlocked device, preventing him from masturbation or any other sexual activity.

Skip's penis, curved into a loop, was growing tumescent and trembling as his excitement rose. Fenton also noticed that there was a black rubber stump sticking out of Skip's rectum. This, he knew was probably a two-foot butt plug, that Skip had to wear all day at work, except when he needed to defecate.

Skip's ass and back legs werecovered with scars, old and new, from belts, whips, canes and switches. "I've put male slaves into the Prince Albert, it's served me well."

"That's so, Fenton…this way if I want to torture Skip's wee-wee a little, I don't have to take it out of a damn cock cage." Don kicked Skip gently in the face, and Skip backed off from licking Don's shoe. "I'll show you all the power this piercing gives me." Don spoke sharply to Skip. "So you think you can set your own hours, do you? Your Master comes home to no dinner and a dirty bathroom.

Go get in your Princess outfit and bring me my Lucky Strikes, boy." Skip lookedup with brimming eyes. Skip's nose was bleeding slightly from Don's boot. "No, please, Master, not with the cigarettes. I had-had to work late, I-" "What crap. You own the company, you just wanted to make more money today…and you've got plenty of dinero." Don said disgustedly.

" Arguing with your Master, too? For the greed that kept your Master from his dinner, and arguing with his punishment, you can grab your ankles." Skip blanched, and bent over, seizing his ankles.

Fenton was always amazed that Don had trained Skip to do this. Skip had done enough crunches and sit-ups, so he could be a pretzel if he liked, and Don had had Skip on display at a Tawse Society party. Skip had his legs jacked over his head, and had been sucking his own dick…autofellatio. But now, Skip's bottom was on display as he kept his ankles secure. "Fenton, give him a few with your belt." Don grinned. "You have a better arm than me."

Fenton, in fact had been Don's mentor into the SM world. Retired bank robbers get no Social Security, and Fenton and Tali had helped Don get into the marvelous situation he was in now, living in a young millionaires apartment, and getting forty grand a year in walking around money. "Fenton, give the boy as much as possible…he needs the arrogance beaten out of him."

Skip protested, staring at Don upside down. "Master, I thought we agreed I would only get chastisement from your hands.' Don laughed. "Yes, and we also agreed that you would be home no later than seven o'clock every night…but agreements are broken, aren't they, Skipper? You talk too much, boy.Let's shut you up."

Don got up and pulled the two foot plug out of Skip's rectum and handed it to Skip, who took one hand off an ankle. The plug, or really dildo, was covered in fecal matter from a day in Skip's butt, but Skip put the plug into his mouth, deep throating it, before grabbing his left ankle again.

Don handedFenton a large steel paddle with a see-through pattern of roses. The holes between the small bars of the paddle made the steel punisher fly more quickly through the air as it connected to Skip's bottom the first time. WHACK WHACK-"I guess the problemis, Don…these yuppies WHACK WHACK WHACK-want to be WHACK slaves and thenWHACK spend so much time at the office WHACK WHACK that there's no time for WHACK looking after a Master, eh?" Don nodded, as he watched Skip take the brutal paddling in silence.

The steel rose-petal pattern was etching itself on his bottom, and the welts were rising with a vengeance. "It's true, Fenton." Don said. "I remember geeks like Skipper here in high school…stamp club, Honor Society, yearbook committee, no time to live." Fenton swung the steel paddle again. "Yes WHACK WHACK I've been trying to teach WHACK WHACK WHACK Tali to live WHACK WHACK for some time.."

Finally Fenton put the steel paddle down on a hassock. Skip had since dropped the shit-covered dildo out of his mouth, but still had made no sound. He continued to grab his ankles, his bottom a hornet's nest of welts and misery. "Tali got involved in this therapy nonsense after listening to feminists at work, or something. "

Fenton was about to remove his belt, when Don handed him a barber's razor strop. Fenton fingered it, holding the leather to his cheek. "I don't know what Tali's priorities are now…but I won't live with her if she's going to do all that therapy crap." Fenton lifted the strap and brought it across the back of Skip's quivering legs. THWACK THWACK TWHACK "At least Skipper here doesn't THWACK THWACK THWACK have therapeutic delusions of grandeur, does he? You looked after that, eh?"

Don laughed. Skip had briefly had an analyst, a woman of about forty, who had been trying to cure Skip's "paraphilia"…but after she'd met Don, he'd ended up giving her an over-the knee spanking as well, and she still came over on the weekends for sessions.

Fenton continued with the razor strop, giving Skip thirty vicious strokes in all, which the boy took in silence. After Fenton replaced his belt, Skip stood up, and tottered into the bedroom. Don laughed. "He reminds me of a punk I had in San Quentin, except Skip is even more obedient, I think." Skip came back out, dressed in thigh high stockings, pink heels and a see through pink teddy with frilly panties.In one hand Skip carried Don's Luckies.

Don took the cigarettes, motioning Skip to stand in front of him. "You know, Fenton, I don't smoke much anymore…I've always preferred snuff." Don lit a cigarette." Butthis isa great use for the things." "Master, please" Skip was trembling and there were tears in his eyes. "Don't-don't burn my poor penis-I'm so sorry I worked late." Don ignored Skip and said to Fenton "All this pleading is so boring…I may have to lock this one in the closet all weekend, and he's got a golf tournament tomorrow, I think."

Skip shook his head. "No, I can forget the golf tournament…but I can't, can't get burned…please…a weekend in the closet will be okay."Don laughed. "All right, a weekend it is." Skip looked relieved and then Don said "But you're still getting your ciggie treatment." Skip burst into tears…he had just lost the golf tournament that he had pleaded with Don for months to allow him to participate in, and would be in a sweltering closet…and still would have his cock and balls burned by the evil Luckie.

Don snapped his fingers, and Skip grimaced,pulling his panties to knee length with one hand while he pulled up his teddy with the other. Skip's penis, still connected by foreskin to scrotum in the evil Prince Albert, shook in its growing arc.

"Now watch this…I don't have to unlock him at all to do a little CBT." Don said. He knocked some ash off the cigarette, and pressed it into a section of the bowed penis, burning a little red mark into Skip's organ. Skip winced, but made no sound.

"Whenever I took him out of the cage for his cock and ball torture" Don said, as he pulled the butt back, sticking it onto the glans, just above the metal ring,"Skipper would often run off and jerk himself, since he only gets to cum these days about every two weeks or so." This time Skip screamed, and Don withdrew the cigarette. "See? I held it there so long, that I put the damn thing out."Don looked at his cigarette ruefully. There were now several burn marks on Skip's penis.

"That happens when I put my cigars out on Tali's behind." Fenton said sympathetically. "If I hold them too long, they stop being lit." Don nodded, and threw the cigarette into a waste basket, much to Skip's relief. "Also," Don said to Fenton, "Now I can just give it to him in the breadbasket-" Don kicked Skip viciously in the balls, and the slave fell over, moaning-"without having to take anything off!" Fenton nodded seriously. These educational seminars were so important to him. "It's great...you've really come a long way as a Master, Donnie...but I feel like I don't want to be dependent on a slave, I want to do some kind of work, but it looks like car theft is surely out." Fenton looked depressed. Don's eyes suddenly lit up. "I just thought of something you could do, and be paid for...Prattsie called looking for you! She needs helpers!" Fenton lookd startled. Miss Pratt's Academy?

Tali moved uncomfortably around in her chair. Her bladder was about to explode, she felt…and holding in Number Two wasn't going so well, either. Fenton had been back in her life for a month now, and Tali was glad for it, so glad…but she was still not used to losing some of the privileges of her year of freedom. Such as… being able to go to the johnwhen you wanted to. True, she had a writing assignment to do…her hand felt terribly numb. Tali had to write one thousand times, "I must not insult Master Fenton's guests." Tali was trapped-she was wearing her old hated chastity corset, the horrific leather and rubber thing that resembled a strapless one piece bathing suit-it went from just over her thighs to just above her breasts, lacing from the back, and with a numbered lock mechanism.

Earlier that afternoon, Tali had come home, from the Farmer's Market with some mangoes and Finnish black bread and other sundries, andhad walked in on Fenton giving it to some little bimbo in the living room. Tali had been in a great mood, Saturdays were always fun, and Fenton had talked about perhaps taking in a movie later that evening. He could be so sweet when he wanted to be.

Unfortunately, she'd caught him on top of this little redhead who clerked at the Dixie Pig barbecue place, and worse, having forgotten the srictures of her peculiar relationship with Fenton during the fourteen months they'd been apart, Tali had made the mistake of speaking her mind.

As Fenton started, looking around at her, and the Dixie Pig piglet closed her eyes in shock, Tali said "So, this is what you're going to do with your weekend? Boffsome little bimbo in this living room?" Tali had barely gotten "room" out of her mouth, when Fenton leapt to his feet, still naked, and grabbed Tali by the hair

As the girl watched, Fenton dragged Tali over his knee, pulling up her halter top and dragging down hercut-offs "Belinda, hand me my belt!" Tali had taken fifty across her bare cheeks as the girl giggled nervously-it was so humiliating.

Then she'd been forced to strip naked and kneel before Belinda and beg her pardon for using the word "Bimbo." Fenton had then let Belinda hit the young D.A. across the ass several times with his belt, before her brother, the vocational school drop-out had come by and picked Belinda up. He had also gotten a little oral attention from Tali before he'd left.

After the white trash departed, Fenton had pulled out the chastity corset, which Tali had not seen since they'd gotten back together. Fenton had used it on her regularly for five of the eight years they'd been together. Tali had hoped, after buying Fenton out of jail, that he'd lost the corset thing, but apparently not.

Tali had been locked in it, and ordered to write 1,000 times" I must not insult Master Fenton's guests." The first few hours had just been irritating and hot, but then Tali's arm grew quite numb, and then Tali realized that she really needed to go to the bathroom…but Fenton kept repeating "After you finish the sentences, Tali…or do you need a few more sentences, say one thousand fifty?"

With the hated corset, Tali was unable to have unauthorized sex, masturbation or even bathroom trips. Yes, Tali had to beg Fenton to unlock the combination lock on the back of her corset in order to use the john.

This had caused untold problems for Tali, as she'd had to either run home to have Fenton unlock her so she could pee, or she'd have to bribe Fenton to come to work to let her loose to go. But now, Fenton was in the next room, deep inhis Aeschylus, and Tali could not ask him to unlock the corset until she had finished her 1,000 sentences.

Oh, the pain in her bowels. Tali had felt uncommonly painful feelings in her bladder, but peeing herself was not nearly as uncomfortable as going poo-poo and not getting the corset off. Tali was probably one of the very rare women in their thirties who was not a retardate and had STILL regularly experienced diaper rash.

Ooh. Tali couldn't hold it in much longer. She had only written seven hundred and fifty-one sentences, too. (There had been a few more, but Fenton had ripped up one page because he thought it was sloppy.)

"Fenton, you have lots of experience in the S&M community...it would be a great idea." Prattsie smiled. "And I pay well." Fenton shook his head. "Jesus, you look like a schoolmarm these days..." It was true. Prattsie, "Miss Pratt" to her submissives, had tied back her long hair in a bun, and wore a starched long dress now. She had the whole strict governess thing going on, with an umbrella stand filled with canes and switches right next to her desk. Fenton smiled "I guess it would be a good idea. I've never dommed anyone directly for cash, though." He scratched his ear. "Being an dominant Master is just part of who I am...sometimes the slavegirls I've had have been very, um...generous to me, but it's kind of pimp-ish I think to just charge for a session.."

Prattsie smiled. "But Fenton, many submissives WANT to give us their money. It's good for their subjugation,and thus good for us, as well. And you're very good at living off of submissive women, or so I'm told." Fenton looked slightly ill. He felt unethical in interviewing at Miss Pratt's Academy...he had never thought of himself as a professional dominant, leaving that sort of position to hackneyed whore-types. But clearly, Fenton's thieving days were over. He'd had five imprisonments in a three-strike state, and besides, the new cars were way too difficult to break into. The electricity of the new cars absolutely mystified him.

And, in fact, Fenton was good, very good at getting money out of women. Tali had been a golden goose, and the pathetic chick that he'd seen before Tali, sad little Kim, had just been incredible. Fenton had put a chastity belt on Kim in his third month of dating her, and had forced Kim to service him and many of his friends with her mouth and her rear without giving her a single orgasm for nearly six months.

Kim had dutifully complied, even not complaining when Fenton would tie her to the bed, take off the belt and tease her for forty minutes to an hour at a time with the vibrator before re-locking her in the belt. But at some point it had been too much, and Kim had begged Fenton, with tears in her eyes to allow her to orgasm.

"Please, Fenton, I know you won't fuck me, I'm not good enough for that...but I suck you off ten times a day, couldn't I at least masturbate?" Kim looked at Fenton pleadingly. "Oh, honey...sure!" Fenton had said in a cheerful tone. "Give me a quarter, and I'll let you diddle yourself." Kim had looked at Fenton disbelievingly, but she'd run to her purse and brought him twenty-five cents, and then she'd been allowed to unlock herself and begin masturbating while Fenton beat a tattoo on her breasts with a car ariel.

A week later, Kim had approached Fenton hesitantly. "I'm so horny again, honey. Could I have the key? I'll give you a quarter if you want." Fenton had smiled again. "I'll give you the key, but it's fifty cents this time." Kim handed over the half dollar and had grabbed the vibrator and the key to her chastity belt and had run into the bathroom. That orgasm had been so good, that she'd happily given Fenton a dollar an hour or two later for another chance with the vibrator and the key.

Two weeks later, Kim had hesitatingly given Fenton one hundred dollars for her key. "So I guess it'll be two hundred bucks the next time, Sir?" Fenton had grinned. "And four hundred the time after that, m'dear." Within a year, he'd taken her grandmother's inheritance and emptied her trust fund. Then, of course, Fenton had been caught looting a Lexus dealership and had had to use most of that money to bribe a judge.

During the time that Fenton had been seeing Kim, he'd also been "working" for Candace, who owned a real estate firm. Fenton had been employed as a surveyor, charged with assessing the value of prospective salable houses, which had pleased his parole officer to no end.

Fenton knew nothing about getting comps, or measuring rooms...but he'd met up with Candace at a variety of sites when the sellers were not there, and they'd had marvelous sessions in each room, once he'd thrown Candace, stark naked, into a rose bush in the backyard of a house she later sold for 1.2 million.

Suddenly, Miss Pratt's door opened, and the humongous black man who had let Fenton in walked into the office, holding a dark haired woman by the scruff of the neck. "Vivian got in late, I am afraid, Miss Pratt." said Samuel smoothly.

Fenton licked his lips as he surveyed Vivian, naked exept for two mousetraps on each nipple and four traps on her cunt lips and around her shapely bottom. "I shaved Vivian's pubic area and have applied little traps, and I was wondering whether you wish to work her here, or shall I put her in the closet for later?"

Miss Pratt looked at Vivian. "Do you have any business meetings this afternoon?" as if they were working out a schedule at the White House. "No Miss Pratt." Vivian said hesitantly. "Good, then you can go with Master Fenton now!" Miss Pratt pushed Vivian towards Fenton, and he got up, bored and began dragging her out of the room by the hair. "But I'm a committed lesbian, Miss Pratt! I want a woman domme!" Vivian screamed. "Welcome to S&M, darling." Miss Pratt responded, smiling. ONE MONTH LATER
WHACK! Fenton the Felon, now an employee of Miss Pratt's Academy, carefully landed the rattan cane directly across the regal woman's full pink breasts. She gasped, but didn't say anything.

Celia bit her tongue...oh it stung so much. But what precision the ugly little man has! Celia, a veteran of many dungeons and Masters was astonished at how scientifically Fenton landed the rod on her oh so scorched nipples.

Fenton marveled at how carefully Celia knelt on the floor, nude, with one hand holding the other wrist behind her back. "That's the test, you see." Dr. Celia Andrews had told him. "Can I keep from grabbing my chest as I'm thrashed? I'm given too much credit for my professional accomplishments. What can I prove at a real challenge, my Master?" Fenton smiled and bent the cane, stepping back and then hopping forwards WHACK! Again the cane landed, this time just across Celia's right nipple.

She flinched, but just barely. "You get such a kick out of this, don't you, Celia?" Fenton asked pleasantly as he waved the rattan in front of her face.

Oh, this hurts. Do I love it? I'm wet, so wet, but I should get out of here. He is such a nasty man, Celia thought. How could he know that hitting just one boob instead of two would hurt so much more?

"Your precious tits, the ones that everyone wants...getting their due. But there's more pain, not as sexual, elsewhere." Dr. Andrews had been sincere about being brought down. "I'm tired of holding court, of having all the answers."

"Yes, it's true...hitting your boobs isn't everything, dear." Fenton turned around and reached into a chest and brought out a peculiar wand shaped thing with a cylinder shaped handle.

"Dear, this is called a cattle-prod" Fenton said joyfully. He rubbed the end of the wand tenderly. "They came out in the fifties, though I didn't see my first one until I was locked up on a prison farm in Southern Maryland when I was about seventeen--they do make the heifers move." Good God, he's been to prison, Celia thought. I can't fucking believe what I've let myself in for! He's insane! I'm terrified! He might kill me! I want him to fuck me! What?

Fenton leaned over and touched the wand to Celia's shoulder and a tremendous shock ran through her body, and she jumped back, screaming. Though Fenton noticed she still clutched her hands behind her back. That was really good!

"You see?" Fenton asked genially. "You're just a heifer like the rest, though you have the good fortune to be a medical doctor instead of a cow of the traditional sort." Fenton snorted and stepped forward, waving the prod.

Fenton touched the prod to the end of Celia's chest. "How you like them apples--get it?" Again Celia jumped, the shock felt as if it had ripped through her bones, she fell on her kneees andburst into tears, trembling. Fenton tossed the prod behind him, and reached into his jacket for a pack of Marlboros.

Fenton lit a cigarette, and inhaled.

As a rule, Fenton was not much of a smoker these days, but it helped a great deal in the sessions. "Did you go to Catholic school, Celia?" Fenton asked, the Marlboro dangling from his lips. Celia nodded silently. Fenton could tell her breasts were just aching.

"How's your butt feel? Are you having trouble holding them in, dear?" Fenton asked. Celia nodded briefly. At the beginning of the session, Fenton had shoved three frozen tomatoes up Celia's rectum, and she'd been forced to hold them. The ice cold fruit (yes it was a fruit, not a vegetable,she'd learned in school) was so cold that it was burning her insides, sending Celia's anus into spasms.

"Master, why did you ask me if I'd gone to Catholic schools?" Celia asked politely, trying to ignore the agonies in her ass. Fenton twitched his nose.

"You look like the type. And you probably went in the old days--before psychology." He saw a hint of a smile on Celia's face. Fenton had to give it to the girl, she was kneeling straight, and her posture was perfect. Fenton inhaled again, and looked at the ash of the Marlboro. "Is there an ashtray in this room? No, don't look like it."

God, he would smoke. All these blue-collar types do. So unlike Sir Stephen in "Story of O". Celia's dainty little nose had quite a bit of intolerance to cigarette smoke--she'd puked once when someone puffed ahead of her on the street--and she had a little athsma. But he must smoke, mustn't he. Could it get worse?

Fenton smiled at the kneeling psychopharmacologist. "Open up there, girlie." Celia looked puzzled. Then she realized Fenton wanted her to open her mouth. A look of revulsion came over her. Good! Fenton had been a bit annoyed at his inability to make Miss Celia scream, she was obviously proud of being a tolerant and well behaved slave, pain didn't get her, let's see what else could.

Celia shook her head, and Fenton looked questioningly, as he held the long ashed cigarette above her head. "You-you don't understand. I don't smoke...it's so gross. I can't even eat off a dish if someone has used it as an ashtray even if it's cleaned off again, I..."

Fenton lightly slapped the cane across Celia's mouth, and tears streaming from her eyes, Dr. Celia Andrews opened her mouth. Fenton tapped the ash in, and puffed the cigarette again, killed the tip and threw it in her mouth. "Swallow darling." Fenton said, smiling cruelly.

"Think, if I hadn't had to listen to that little speech, I might have just knocked a few ashes in there, but now you have to eat an entire cigarette butt." Celia was trying not to gag as she swallowed the cigarette butt whole. Fenton chuckled. "My girlfriend Tali...I've taken her down town and made her bend down and eat out those sand-butt cigarette things in the bus station...she's a lawyer like you're a doctor...filled with her own self-importance." Fenton snorted.

Celia appeared to have swallowed the butt, and was now just kneeling miserably. One upside, perhaps was that her nausea had taken her mind off the fact that her breasts had been just beaten with a cane. Fenton noticed that she still hadn't let go of her wrist with her hand. They were still behind her back. Good girl.

Celia gagged "I might vomit this up" she mumbled. "No, you won't" Fenton said gently. "No, I really might" Celia said, gagging and hacking. "Well if you do," Fenton said sorrowfully, "I'll have to hit you with the cattle prod again. Maybe you can make it go down. Bulemia doesn't turn me on, baby." Celia, appalled by his callousness, made a serious effort to swallow...but she wanted to puke!

Could I vomit for the next twenty years? Celia thought as she swallowed the disgusting thing, the cigarette butt, finally. Oh God, this is the worst experience in my whole twenty years in the scene...but I do want to go home and masturbate...go home, please! But, I want to suck his cock, too. What the hell's wrong with me? Her distended rectum was in acute pain from the frozen tomatoes, and she imagined that when she had them drop out, it might have the feeling of laying eggs.

"So back to our discussion of Catholic school punishments, Dr. Andrews..." Fenton smiled. "I never went to parochial school myself, but I spent my formative years in a nice Dominican orphanage, and I recall well having my palms swatted with a ruler...ever happen to you?" Celia shook her head. "I was a good student, a hall monitor, actually never got punished..but it happened to other classmates. I saw their reddened palms afterwards."

Actually, Celia had quite enjoyed turning other kids in, and watching Sister land the ruler on their palms, or once or twice, while volunteering in the office, she'd hid behind a cupboard and watched Father O'Cavanaugh giving the strap to a couple of boys after she'd reported them for writing SHIT on the wall.

Fenton rolled his eyes. "Yes, the model student. The obedient one. Well, you're going to experience it now. Let go of your wrist and hold out your hand." Celia looked startled, but her left hand came out from behind her back. "Out further" Fenton could tell that this one really scared her. Her palm looked as if it might get snatched back at any time.

God, no...please, Celia thought. He can't hit me on the palm That's not sexy. Isn't this supposed to be sexy S&M stuff? But what had she said to Miss Pratt? "I want something different, Miss Pratt. I want a Master or Mistress who will give me an intense experience like I've never had." Miss Pratt's mouth twitched. "Well, Dr. Andrews, you know we are here to oblige."

"You know, you're so scared, Celia." Fenton smiled genially, and Celia, who was a bit teary still, smiled back. "Maybe we should start easy, dear." Fenton choked back a laugh as he watched Celia look adoringly at him. Precious. She thinks I'm going to let her off. This honestly is more fun than stealing cars.

"You like me, don't you?" Fenton's honeyed voice appealed to Celia, who batted her eyes at Fenton. "Yes, Sir, you're w-wonderful. Quite at-attractive." "How so, dear?" Fenton looked down at her waving the cane. Celia looked doubtfully at the five foot five inch half-breed Negro with the obviously Jewish schnozz, and the weather-beaten mended spectacles. Fenton's yellow teeth gleamed as he smiled at her, and Celia tried not to notice his extensive nose hairs. "Y-you have such presence, Master. And -and you look like-uh Cuba Gooding, Jr." Oh, maybe that will make him not want to hit me...he is black, right?

The pain in her rectum, from the frozen tomatoes was searing, but she looked up at ugly little Fenton the Felon, remembering her debutante days...her skill at seducing men. She licked her lips. "You're a hot guy, Sir." Celia gave him a smouldering look and hoped for the best.


Oh, mercy me, Fenton thought, watching the naked doctor, breasts welted, holding out a lone shaking palm.That's the best sucking upshe can do? He recalled a line from the memoirs of Oliver Lyttleton "Flattery is the infantry of negotiation" Ho ho...forget it babe.

"Well since you think so much of me, I want to make things easier for you...so why don't you close your eyes, that way you won't see the cane coming...it'll be like getting a shot at the doctor's. Go on." Celia trembled, but she closed her eyes, and kept herhand out, desperately. Fenton smirked and lifted the cane. SLAP! The cane came down hard across Celia's palm, and her eyes opened widely. She jerked her palm away and pushed it under her armpit, presumably to warm it. Oh yes...she's much more human now, than she was when she strutted in here an hour ago, Fenton thought. Fenton looked at Dr. Celia Andrews without smiling. The well-dressed woman was sitting in the leather chair. Luxurious honey-blonde hair was piled up on her head, and it was obvious the purse she carried was from Hermes. Fenton shook his head. This was his first presentable client in the two weeks since he'd been working at Miss Pratt's. He'd gotten a lot of self-hating fat girls a hairy transsexualand one amputee--ugh! All wanted the strap, but not too hard--turned out they didn't hate themselves as much as they thought, or were just wimps.

Although Fenton had an appreciation for beautiful women, he was aware many were just prima donnas, and thus was not as enthusiastic about this woman, though Prattsie had advised him that Celia was paying quite well. Fenton noted her breasts heaving in a silk blouse.

She looked as if she were going to go to work later at some marketing job and be a real ball-buster, a Nurse Ratched type.But wait, she's a doctor. "What sort of physician are you?"Fenton asked curiously. He'd just completed "The Prognostics and Prorrhetics of Hippocrates" which had been a stretch even for his Greek lexicon, and he was curious about the medical profession.

"I'm a psychopharmacologist--it's complicated." Dr. Celia Andrews had said shortly, wondering what her profession had to do with an S&M session. "Oh yes, you're like a bartender, except that after you listen to their problems you hand out Benzedrine instead of bourbon." Fenton had chuckled, and ordered the pharmacologistto strip off her clothes. Now, he watched Celia blow on her hand, and look up at him tearfully.

Her hand was in horrific agony, the palm was swelling up...and from her behind? The ice cold tomatoes felt as if they might pop out of Celia's buttocks. She had to keep her butt clinched, but it seemed impossible. This with having to deal with the intensive pain in her palm. "Master? Could I please, please release the tomatoes now, sir? My gluteous maximus is so hurting." Fenton smiled. "Beg me dear" Celia begged, tears ran down her face. "Please oh please Sir Fenton...won't you let me release my tomatoes." Fenton roared. "What a way to put it!" He looked through his mended spectacles at the suffering doctor, clinching her butt and blowing on her palm. "The answer is no, dear. Learn self control...remember, I could put the prod up your little tushie too!" Celia bit her lip and stayed very still.

"Maybe we should try something else...Master?" Celia looked pitiful.

Of course she was now hoping he would return to caning her breasts, or her ass...this hand thing was a drag! But then again, Fenton was not a traditional Master. No, he found torture in original places.

In his youth, the Felon had read of hair shirts inJohn Wycliff's translation of the Bible, and had been fascinated by the description of a coarse shirt made of goats' hair that caused the wearer to feel as if they'd just gone through a particularly sloppy haircut...thousands of itchy,stinging hairs all over the body!And the monks had worn this thing under their robes.

Fenton had liberated a hair shirt from his burglary of a Trappist monastery (though he'd originally been there to steal an apple-picker) and he'd constructed "hair brassieres" for a number of Miss Pratt's clients who needed extra "tuition" out of sessions. They locked on and the poor girls had to wear them for a full week between visits to the Academy, up at work, and home at night...Fenton wondered if a hair bra might do Dr. Celia Andrews good.

Or perhaps he could whip each of her fingers individually with the cane, that might be fun...or make her eat the tomatoes after they came out of her ass. Celia was looking at him with intensity. Maybe he'd gone too far. "Penny for your thoughts, slave-girl." Fenton asked. "I-sir I wanted to know whether I could see you every week." Celia's hand was feeling better, and she looked at Fenton the Felon anxiously. There was a knock on the door, and Samuel looked in "Fenton, it's your girlfriend Tali on the phone" Fenton took the line--he refused to get a cell phone--"Yes, oh little shitbag?"

Tali's voce came fervently. "Fenton, I understand that you were hurt that we broke up, and I am so glad we're back together, but PLEASE don't work at Miss Pratt's--Fenton, I want you all to myself, and I'll never leave again. As a matter of fact, I'll sign my house and my investments over to you for security, but please quit that silly job and come home to me!" Fenton chuckled. "I'll think about it." He clicked off without saying goodbye and handed the phone back to Samuel. He looked in Celia's pleading eyes. It was good money...but Tali's ass is cuter...and there are tomatoes at home... THE END


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Tali's Tears

Fenton the Felon sighed deeply, surveying the cell around him in the Montgomery County Detention Center. They had him now. From the midnight arrest at Gelmeyer Chevrolet to Fenton's discovery that Judge Vogel, sentencing jurist in this case, was the same Vogelwho had caught Fenton caning Mrs. Vogel in her Little Bo Peep outfit in their den in 1983. Sentenced under the three strikes law, Fenton "Hot"Weir, Maryland's most obnoxious car thief would now be going inside for life.. Suddenly there was a clanging in the lock, and Turnkey Thompson'scorpulent chin appeared. "Heads up, dirtbag…you're sprung." Fenton dropped "The Cross and the Switchblade", astonished. "I made bail?" Thompson's face was disgusted. "Worse…for the state. Gelmeyer's Mercedes dealership has dropped the charges." ** **************************************************** Natalia Snowden, Assistant District Attorney for Montgomery County, MD, hung in her pantry, the heavy weights pulling the nipple clamps.

She closed her eyes against the hurt. Her vagina had a similar weight on it, and the ceiling hook above her was connected to a chain with a combination lock. Tali was trying to spin the dials with her long fingernails. If she could only see the numbers…Tali had minored in math, after all. Once they'd gotten back in the house, Fenton the Felon had locked her up in this contraption while he went out to see old friends at Champion Billiards…it had been three months in that damn detention center, and Fenton was lonely.

The weights were practically tearing at her nipples and genitals, Tali's arches were in incredible pain from trying to push herself up to discover the combination to free herself. Her shapely bottom was covered with fresh welts, Tali's first whipping in over a year. Fenton had become Tali's master five years before after she'd unsuccessfully prosecuted him for grand theft auto…she'd been wonderful to the guy, giving gifts, money, housingin return forwhippings and abuse…and now she'd bailed him out of jail, and asked him to reunite with her…and he'd chained Tali in the pantry.Wasn't he grateful?

True, a year ago, Tali had gone to an Inner Child Encounter Seminar. ICES had convinced Tali that herdesires were sick, that Fenton was just demeaning her, and she'd asked him, hesitatingly, to leave. Would there be an argument? Fenton had unlocked her chastity corset, and taken it and his whips, chains, clamps and canes, and left the house immediately, cheerfully telling Tali that he hoped she would enjoy her newfound mental health. Tali'd heard nothing from him since; except someone told her Fenton was irritated because the car locks had changed in the four years that he'd been Tali's "homemaker." (Power windows especially. He'd gotten his jacket caught in one of Gelmeyer's car windows when the flashing red lights arrived.) Tali thought she would enjoy her freedom.

Sure, for the first time in five years, Tali could masturbate whenever she wanted, no more evil chastity corset andallotted monthly orgasms; Tali also could now have actual sex, and lots of appreciative, worshipful guys, many of whom were far more handsome than Fenton who was, after alla short half-Jewish black guy with thick glasses and a hook nose.

But Tali found that whether she was stroking herself, or some corporate attorney was going down on her, all she could think of was Fenton's Barber's razor strop hitting her ass. Fenton forcing Tali to go down on Salvation Army drunks for a quarter each-Tali, who had once been a model for "Mirabella " magazine.

Getting thecattle prod in her ass while tied to Fenton's basement pool table. Being Fenton'sreceptacle whenever he wanted to take a whiz. That especially. Tali having her case review interrupted so she could kneel on the cold bathroom tiles and have her Master pee into her mouth, and then using her mouth to blow him. The time Fenton and his daughter whipped Tali with thorns and nettles in the woods…even the memories of the hours and hours she was locked in the hot, sweaty steamer trunk, next to the bed where Fenton screwed coeds aroused Tali these days.

And Tali's production at work flagged. You wouldn't think a live-in relationship with a career auto thief would be good for a prosecuting attorney, but Tali, who had been a weekend cokehead and who could drink any frat boy under the table, quit drinking, smoking and drugs under Fenton's regimen.

Running on her treadmill naked at seven miles an hour while Fenton's cane encouraged her on, being forced to stand for long periods of time on her arches while being manacled somewhere or other…it was remarkable. Tali had learned incredible self-discipline, and had lost twelve pounds in her first year as Fenton's slave.

Since they'd broken up, Tali had gone from a hundred ten pounds to one forty-five. There were gray hairs in her curls, and Jesus, she was only thirty-five! A few months ago, Tali had finally gotten in touch with Fenton, and he'd hung up on her, laughing, when she'd begged him to come back.

Fenton had a nineteen year old flight attendant looking after him now, with another gorgeous little slave-girl, a banker paying their rent for the trio…but something must've happened there, because when the bust at Gelmeyer's came, no one was there to pay for Fenton's defense.

And here Tali had gone out on a limb to convince Leon Gelmeyer to drop the charges. Tali had done this by giving Gelmeyera sweet state contract as the supplier of vehicles for the courthouse 'til 2015. So here Fenton was, free as a bird. And he'd admitted that before the bust, he'd been living in his car, after the banker's ex-husband had committed her someplace. Now here he was, a fifty-six year old balding half-breed ex-con with no job skills…back in the lap of luxury..did he care?

Finally, the combination spun correctly, and the lock popped open, and Tali quickly removed her tit and clit weights, and leaned over to open the pantry door. It was locked. Tali sunk to her knees and began to cry, but at the same time, her fingers found her aching pussy and began working feverishly. Fenton the Felon and Dirty Don sat in the living room of the two bedroom condo that Don shared with his slave-boy, Skip. They had played one-ball with some friends at Champion Billiards, and now were relaxing, and discussing Fenton's recent troubles. "You really should take Tali back, Fenton" Don said seriously.

"Even though you never said so, Skip and I both thought you were very hurt when she went through that therapy crap..but she's sorry now, and after all, she just got youout of doing life as a habitual offender." Don snickered. "You got to get the message, man…if you get caught again, it's really all over. For old thieves like us, that life don't appeal…and neither of us likes work. It's a four letter word, like soap."

The two laughed uproariously. "It's true, Don…other than stealing cars, all I know how to do is keep a rich submissive…" Fenton mused. "Not a bad skill at that, dude…better than mopping McDonalds." The two laughed again.

The door opened, and a well dressed man of 29 came in, his blue Armani suit and briefcasea stark contrast withthe concert T-shirts of the middle aged ex-convicts. He was, it seemed in heated dialogue on a cell phone.

"I don't care, Brett…Lucent Technologies is through. Push Nortel. It's reported a fourth-quarter profit of..." The young man listened intently, and grew crimson. "I don't givea damn! You do what I say, or crawl back to Morgan Stanley!" The young man clicked off the cell, and noted the two old criminals staring at him. Suddenly, all the color drained out of his face.

"Master…I didn't know you'd be home so early." The young manput his cell phone into his briefcase andset the case on the carpet. "I'm so sorry, Master…I meant to do the chores, but I worked late.Good to see you, Sir Fenton." Rapidly he stripped naked, and walked over and knelt in front of Don, kissing and licking the mud off Don's combat boots.

"I see you've moved Skip from a chastity device to a Prince Albert, Don." Fenton was looking at the young man's penis, which was hooked into his scrotum with an evil little padlocked device, preventing him from masturbation or any other sexual activity.

Skip's penis, curved into a loop, was growing tumescent and trembling as his excitement rose. Fenton also noticed that there was a black rubber stump sticking out of Skip's rectum. This, he knew was probably a two-foot butt plug, that Skip had to wear all day at work, except when he needed to defecate.

Skip's ass and back legs werecovered with scars, old and new, from belts, whips, canes and switches. "I've put male slaves into the Prince Albert, it's served me well."

"That's so, Fenton…this way if I want to torture Skip's wee-wee a little, I don't have to take it out of a damn cock cage." Don kicked Skip gently in the face, and Skip backed off from licking Don's shoe. "I'll show you all the power this piercing gives me." Don spoke sharply to Skip. "So you think you can set your own hours, do you? Your Master comes home to no dinner and a dirty bathroom.

Go get in your Princess outfit and bring me my Lucky Strikes, boy." Skip lookedup with brimming eyes. Skip's nose was bleeding slightly from Don's boot. "No, please, Master, not with the cigarettes. I had-had to work late, I-" "What crap. You own the company, you just wanted to make more money today…and you've got plenty of dinero." Don said disgustedly.

" Arguing with your Master, too? For the greed that kept your Master from his dinner, and arguing with his punishment, you can grab your ankles." Skip blanched, and bent over, seizing his ankles.

Fenton was always amazed that Don had trained Skip to do this. Skip had done enough crunches and sit-ups, so he could be a pretzel if he liked, and Don had had Skip on display at a Tawse Society party. Skip had his legs jacked over his head, and had been sucking his own dick…autofellatio. But now, Skip's bottom was on display as he kept his ankles secure. "Fenton, give him a few with your belt." Don grinned. "You have a better arm than me."

Fenton, in fact had been Don's mentor into the SM world. Retired bank robbers get no Social Security, and Fenton and Tali had helped Don get into the marvelous situation he was in now, living in a young millionaires apartment, and getting forty grand a year in walking around money. "Fenton, give the boy as much as possible…he needs the arrogance beaten out of him."

Skip protested, staring at Don upside down. "Master, I thought we agreed I would only get chastisement from your hands.' Don laughed. "Yes, and we also agreed that you would be home no later than seven o'clock every night…but agreements are broken, aren't they, Skipper? You talk too much, boy.Let's shut you up."

Don got up and pulled the two foot plug out of Skip's rectum and handed it to Skip, who took one hand off an ankle. The plug, or really dildo, was covered in fecal matter from a day in Skip's butt, but Skip put the plug into his mouth, deep throating it, before grabbing his left ankle again.

Don handedFenton a large steel paddle with a see-through pattern of roses. The holes between the small bars of the paddle made the steel punisher fly more quickly through the air as it connected to Skip's bottom the first time. WHACK WHACK-"I guess the problemis, Don…these yuppies WHACK WHACK WHACK-want to be WHACK slaves and thenWHACK spend so much time at the office WHACK WHACK that there's no time for WHACK looking after a Master, eh?" Don nodded, as he watched Skip take the brutal paddling in silence.

The steel rose-petal pattern was etching itself on his bottom, and the welts were rising with a vengeance. "It's true, Fenton." Don said. "I remember geeks like Skipper here in high school…stamp club, Honor Society, yearbook committee, no time to live." Fenton swung the steel paddle again. "Yes WHACK WHACK I've been trying to teach WHACK WHACK WHACK Tali to live WHACK WHACK for some time.."

Finally Fenton put the steel paddle down on a hassock. Skip had since dropped the shit-covered dildo out of his mouth, but still had made no sound. He continued to grab his ankles, his bottom a hornet's nest of welts and misery. "Tali got involved in this therapy nonsense after listening to feminists at work, or something. "

Fenton was about to remove his belt, when Don handed him a barber's razor strop. Fenton fingered it, holding the leather to his cheek. "I don't know what Tali's priorities are now…but I won't live with her if she's going to do all that therapy crap." Fenton lifted the strap and brought it across the back of Skip's quivering legs. THWACK THWACK TWHACK "At least Skipper here doesn't THWACK THWACK THWACK have therapeutic delusions of grandeur, does he? You looked after that, eh?"

Don laughed. Skip had briefly had an analyst, a woman of about forty, who had been trying to cure Skip's "paraphilia"…but after she'd met Don, he'd ended up giving her an over-the knee spanking as well, and she still came over on the weekends for sessions.

Fenton continued with the razor strop, giving Skip thirty vicious strokes in all, which the boy took in silence. After Fenton replaced his belt, Skip stood up, and tottered into the bedroom. Don laughed. "He reminds me of a punk I had in San Quentin, except Skip is even more obedient, I think." Skip came back out, dressed in thigh high stockings, pink heels and a see through pink teddy with frilly panties.In one hand Skip carried Don's Luckies.

Don took the cigarettes, motioning Skip to stand in front of him. "You know, Fenton, I don't smoke much anymore…I've always preferred snuff." Don lit a cigarette." Butthis isa great use for the things." "Master, please" Skip was trembling and there were tears in his eyes. "Don't-don't burn my poor penis-I'm so sorry I worked late." Don ignored Skip and said to Fenton "All this pleading is so boring…I may have to lock this one in the closet all weekend, and he's got a golf tournament tomorrow, I think."

Skip shook his head. "No, I can forget the golf tournament…but I can't, can't get burned…please…a weekend in the closet will be okay."Don laughed. "All right, a weekend it is." Skip looked relieved and then Don said "But you're still getting your ciggie treatment." Skip burst into tears…he had just lost the golf tournament that he had pleaded with Don for months to allow him to participate in, and would be in a sweltering closet…and still would have his cock and balls burned by the evil Luckie.

Don snapped his fingers, and Skip grimaced,pulling his panties to knee length with one hand while he pulled up his teddy with the other. Skip's penis, still connected by foreskin to scrotum in the evil Prince Albert, shook in its growing arc.

"Now watch this…I don't have to unlock him at all to do a little CBT." Don said. He knocked some ash off the cigarette, and pressed it into a section of the bowed penis, burning a little red mark into Skip's organ. Skip winced, but made no sound.

"Whenever I took him out of the cage for his cock and ball torture" Don said, as he pulled the butt back, sticking it onto the glans, just above the metal ring,"Skipper would often run off and jerk himself, since he only gets to cum these days about every two weeks or so." This time Skip screamed, and Don withdrew the cigarette. "See? I held it there so long, that I put the damn thing out."Don looked at his cigarette ruefully. There were now several burn marks on Skip's penis.

"That happens when I put my cigars out on Tali's behind." Fenton said sympathetically. "If I hold them too long, they stop being lit." Don nodded, and threw the cigarette into a waste basket, much to Skip's relief. "Also," Don said to Fenton, "Now I can just give it to him in the breadbasket-" Don kicked Skip viciously in the balls, and the slave fell over, moaning-"without having to take anything off!" Fenton nodded seriously. These educational seminars were so important to him. "It's great...you've really come a long way as a Master, Donnie...but I feel like I don't want to be dependent on a slave, I want to do some kind of work, but it looks like car theft is surely out." Fenton looked depressed. Don's eyes suddenly lit up. "I just thought of something you could do, and be paid for...Prattsie called looking for you! She needs helpers!" Fenton lookd startled. Miss Pratt's Academy?

Tali moved uncomfortably around in her chair. Her bladder was about to explode, she felt…and holding in Number Two wasn't going so well, either. Fenton had been back in her life for a month now, and Tali was glad for it, so glad…but she was still not used to losing some of the privileges of her year of freedom. Such as… being able to go to the johnwhen you wanted to. True, she had a writing assignment to do…her hand felt terribly numb. Tali had to write one thousand times, "I must not insult Master Fenton's guests." Tali was trapped-she was wearing her old hated chastity corset, the horrific leather and rubber thing that resembled a strapless one piece bathing suit-it went from just over her thighs to just above her breasts, lacing from the back, and with a numbered lock mechanism.

Earlier that afternoon, Tali had come home, from the Farmer's Market with some mangoes and Finnish black bread and other sundries, andhad walked in on Fenton giving it to some little bimbo in the living room. Tali had been in a great mood, Saturdays were always fun, and Fenton had talked about perhaps taking in a movie later that evening. He could be so sweet when he wanted to be.

Unfortunately, she'd caught him on top of this little redhead who clerked at the Dixie Pig barbecue place, and worse, having forgotten the srictures of her peculiar relationship with Fenton during the fourteen months they'd been apart, Tali had made the mistake of speaking her mind.

As Fenton started, looking around at her, and the Dixie Pig piglet closed her eyes in shock, Tali said "So, this is what you're going to do with your weekend? Boffsome little bimbo in this living room?" Tali had barely gotten "room" out of her mouth, when Fenton leapt to his feet, still naked, and grabbed Tali by the hair

As the girl watched, Fenton dragged Tali over his knee, pulling up her halter top and dragging down hercut-offs "Belinda, hand me my belt!" Tali had taken fifty across her bare cheeks as the girl giggled nervously-it was so humiliating.

Then she'd been forced to strip naked and kneel before Belinda and beg her pardon for using the word "Bimbo." Fenton had then let Belinda hit the young D.A. across the ass several times with his belt, before her brother, the vocational school drop-out had come by and picked Belinda up. He had also gotten a little oral attention from Tali before he'd left.

After the white trash departed, Fenton had pulled out the chastity corset, which Tali had not seen since they'd gotten back together. Fenton had used it on her regularly for five of the eight years they'd been together. Tali had hoped, after buying Fenton out of jail, that he'd lost the corset thing, but apparently not.

Tali had been locked in it, and ordered to write 1,000 times" I must not insult Master Fenton's guests." The first few hours had just been irritating and hot, but then Tali's arm grew quite numb, and then Tali realized that she really needed to go to the bathroom…but Fenton kept repeating "After you finish the sentences, Tali…or do you need a few more sentences, say one thousand fifty?"

With the hated corset, Tali was unable to have unauthorized sex, masturbation or even bathroom trips. Yes, Tali had to beg Fenton to unlock the combination lock on the back of her corset in order to use the john.

This had caused untold problems for Tali, as she'd had to either run home to have Fenton unlock her so she could pee, or she'd have to bribe Fenton to come to work to let her loose to go. But now, Fenton was in the next room, deep inhis Aeschylus, and Tali could not ask him to unlock the corset until she had finished her 1,000 sentences.

Oh, the pain in her bowels. Tali had felt uncommonly painful feelings in her bladder, but peeing herself was not nearly as uncomfortable as going poo-poo and not getting the corset off. Tali was probably one of the very rare women in their thirties who was not a retardate and had STILL regularly experienced diaper rash.

Ooh. Tali couldn't hold it in much longer. She had only written seven hundred and fifty-one sentences, too. (There had been a few more, but Fenton had ripped up one page because he thought it was sloppy.)


"Fenton, you have lots of experience in the S&M community...it would be a great idea." Prattsie smiled. "And I pay well." Fenton shook his head. "Jesus, you look like a schoolmarm these days..." It was true. Prattsie, "Miss Pratt" to her submissives, had tied back her long hair in a bun, and wore a starched long dress now. She had the whole strict governess thing going on, with an umbrella stand filled with canes and switches right next to her desk. Fenton smiled "I guess it would be a good idea. I've never dommed anyone directly for cash, though." He scratched his ear. "Being an dominant Master is just part of who I am...sometimes the slavegirls I've had have been very, um...generous to me, but it's kind of pimp-ish I think to just charge for a session.."

Prattsie smiled. "But Fenton, many submissives WANT to give us their money. It's good for their subjugation,and thus good for us, as well. And you're very good at living off of submissive women, or so I'm told." Fenton looked slightly ill. He felt unethical in interviewing at Miss Pratt's Academy...he had never thought of himself as a professional dominant, leaving that sort of position to hackneyed whore-types. But clearly, Fenton's thieving days were over. He'd had five imprisonments in a three-strike state, and besides, the new cars were way too difficult to break into. The electricity of the new cars absolutely mystified him.

And, in fact, Fenton was good, very good at getting money out of women. Tali had been a golden goose, and the pathetic chick that he'd seen before Tali, sad little Kim, had just been incredible. Fenton had put a chastity belt on Kim in his third month of dating her, and had forced Kim to service him and many of his friends with her mouth and her rear without giving her a single orgasm for nearly six months.

Kim had dutifully complied, even not complaining when Fenton would tie her to the bed, take off the belt and tease her for forty minutes to an hour at a time with the vibrator before re-locking her in the belt. But at some point it had been too much, and Kim had begged Fenton, with tears in her eyes to allow her to orgasm.

"Please, Fenton, I know you won't fuck me, I'm not good enough for that...but I suck you off ten times a day, couldn't I at least masturbate?" Kim looked at Fenton pleadingly. "Oh, honey...sure!" Fenton had said in a cheerful tone. "Give me a quarter, and I'll let you diddle yourself." Kim had looked at Fenton disbelievingly, but she'd run to her purse and brought him twenty-five cents, and then she'd been allowed to unlock herself and begin masturbating while Fenton beat a tattoo on her breasts with a car ariel.

A week later, Kim had approached Fenton hesitantly. "I'm so horny again, honey. Could I have the key? I'll give you a quarter if you want." Fenton had smiled again. "I'll give you the key, but it's fifty cents this time." Kim handed over the half dollar and had grabbed the vibrator and the key to her chastity belt and had run into the bathroom. That orgasm had been so good, that she'd happily given Fenton a dollar an hour or two later for another chance with the vibrator and the key.

Two weeks later, Kim had hesitatingly given Fenton one hundred dollars for her key. "So I guess it'll be two hundred bucks the next time, Sir?" Fenton had grinned. "And four hundred the time after that, m'dear." Within a year, he'd taken her grandmother's inheritance and emptied her trust fund. Then, of course, Fenton had been caught looting a Lexus dealership and had had to use most of that money to bribe a judge.

During the time that Fenton had been seeing Kim, he'd also been "working" for Candace, who owned a real estate firm. Fenton had been employed as a surveyor, charged with assessing the value of prospective salable houses, which had pleased his parole officer to no end.

Fenton knew nothing about getting comps, or measuring rooms...but he'd met up with Candace at a variety of sites when the sellers were not there, and they'd had marvelous sessions in each room, once he'd thrown Candace, stark naked, into a rose bush in the backyard of a house she later sold for 1.2 million.

Suddenly, Miss Pratt's door opened, and the humongous black man who had let Fenton in walked into the office, holding a dark haired woman by the scruff of the neck. "Vivian got in late, I am afraid, Miss Pratt." said Samuel smoothly.

Fenton licked his lips as he surveyed Vivian, naked exept for two mousetraps on each nipple and four traps on her cunt lips and around her shapely bottom. "I shaved Vivian's pubic area and have applied little traps, and I was wondering whether you wish to work her here, or shall I put her in the closet for later?"

Miss Pratt looked at Vivian. "Do you have any business meetings this afternoon?" as if they were working out a schedule at the White House. "No Miss Pratt." Vivian said hesitantly. "Good, then you can go with Master Fenton now!" Miss Pratt pushed Vivian towards Fenton, and he got up, bored and began dragging her out of the room by the hair. "But I'm a committed lesbian, Miss Pratt! I want a woman domme!" Vivian screamed. "Welcome to S&M, darling." Miss Pratt responded, smiling. ONE MONTH LATER
WHACK! Fenton the Felon, now an employee of Miss Pratt's Academy, carefully landed the rattan cane directly across the regal woman's full pink breasts. She gasped, but didn't say anything.

Celia bit her tongue...oh it stung so much. But what precision the ugly little man has! Celia, a veteran of many dungeons and Masters was astonished at how scientifically Fenton landed the rod on her oh so scorched nipples.

Fenton marveled at how carefully Celia knelt on the floor, nude, with one hand holding the other wrist behind her back. "That's the test, you see." Dr. Celia Andrews had told him. "Can I keep from grabbing my chest as I'm thrashed? I'm given too much credit for my professional accomplishments. What can I prove at a real challenge, my Master?" Fenton smiled and bent the cane, stepping back and then hopping forwards WHACK! Again the cane landed, this time just across Celia's right nipple.

She flinched, but just barely. "You get such a kick out of this, don't you, Celia?" Fenton asked pleasantly as he waved the rattan in front of her face.

Oh, this hurts. Do I love it? I'm wet, so wet, but I should get out of here. He is such a nasty man, Celia thought. How could he know that hitting just one boob instead of two would hurt so much more?

"Your precious tits, the ones that everyone wants...getting their due. But there's more pain, not as sexual, elsewhere." Dr. Andrews had been sincere about being brought down. "I'm tired of holding court, of having all the answers."

"Yes, it's true...hitting your boobs isn't everything, dear." Fenton turned around and reached into a chest and brought out a peculiar wand shaped thing with a cylinder shaped handle.

"Dear, this is called a cattle-prod" Fenton said joyfully. He rubbed the end of the wand tenderly. "They came out in the fifties, though I didn't see my first one until I was locked up on a prison farm in Southern Maryland when I was about seventeen--they do make the heifers move." Good God, he's been to prison, Celia thought. I can't fucking believe what I've let myself in for! He's insane! I'm terrified! He might kill me! I want him to fuck me! What?

Fenton leaned over and touched the wand to Celia's shoulder and a tremendous shock ran through her body, and she jumped back, screaming. Though Fenton noticed she still clutched her hands behind her back. That was really good!

"You see?" Fenton asked genially. "You're just a heifer like the rest, though you have the good fortune to be a medical doctor instead of a cow of the traditional sort." Fenton snorted and stepped forward, waving the prod.

Fenton touched the prod to the end of Celia's chest. "How you like them apples--get it?" Again Celia jumped, the shock felt as if it had ripped through her bones, she fell on her kneees andburst into tears, trembling. Fenton tossed the prod behind him, and reached into his jacket for a pack of Marlboros.

Fenton lit a cigarette, and inhaled.

As a rule, Fenton was not much of a smoker these days, but it helped a great deal in the sessions. "Did you go to Catholic school, Celia?" Fenton asked, the Marlboro dangling from his lips. Celia nodded silently. Fenton could tell her breasts were just aching.

"How's your butt feel? Are you having trouble holding them in, dear?" Fenton asked. Celia nodded briefly. At the beginning of the session, Fenton had shoved three frozen tomatoes up Celia's rectum, and she'd been forced to hold them. The ice cold fruit (yes it was a fruit, not a vegetable,she'd learned in school) was so cold that it was burning her insides, sending Celia's anus into spasms.

"Master, why did you ask me if I'd gone to Catholic schools?" Celia asked politely, trying to ignore the agonies in her ass. Fenton twitched his nose.

"You look like the type. And you probably went in the old days--before psychology." He saw a hint of a smile on Celia's face. Fenton had to give it to the girl, she was kneeling straight, and her posture was perfect. Fenton inhaled again, and looked at the ash of the Marlboro. "Is there an ashtray in this room? No, don't look like it."

God, he would smoke. All these blue-collar types do. So unlike Sir Stephen in "Story of O". Celia's dainty little nose had quite a bit of intolerance to cigarette smoke--she'd puked once when someone puffed ahead of her on the street--and she had a little athsma. But he must smoke, mustn't he. Could it get worse?

Fenton smiled at the kneeling psychopharmacologist. "Open up there, girlie." Celia looked puzzled. Then she realized Fenton wanted her to open her mouth. A look of revulsion came over her. Good! Fenton had been a bit annoyed at his inability to make Miss Celia scream, she was obviously proud of being a tolerant and well behaved slave, pain didn't get her, let's see what else could.

Celia shook her head, and Fenton looked questioningly, as he held the long ashed cigarette above her head. "You-you don't understand. I don't smoke...it's so gross. I can't even eat off a dish if someone has used it as an ashtray even if it's cleaned off again, I..."

Fenton lightly slapped the cane across Celia's mouth, and tears streaming from her eyes, Dr. Celia Andrews opened her mouth. Fenton tapped the ash in, and puffed the cigarette again, killed the tip and threw it in her mouth. "Swallow darling." Fenton said, smiling cruelly.

"Think, if I hadn't had to listen to that little speech, I might have just knocked a few ashes in there, but now you have to eat an entire cigarette butt." Celia was trying not to gag as she swallowed the cigarette butt whole. Fenton chuckled. "My girlfriend Tali...I've taken her down town and made her bend down and eat out those sand-butt cigarette things in the bus station...she's a lawyer like you're a doctor...filled with her own self-importance." Fenton snorted.

Celia appeared to have swallowed the butt, and was now just kneeling miserably. One upside, perhaps was that her nausea had taken her mind off the fact that her breasts had been just beaten with a cane. Fenton noticed that she still hadn't let go of her wrist with her hand. They were still behind her back. Good girl.

Celia gagged "I might vomit this up" she mumbled. "No, you won't" Fenton said gently. "No, I really might" Celia said, gagging and hacking. "Well if you do," Fenton said sorrowfully, "I'll have to hit you with the cattle prod again. Maybe you can make it go down. Bulemia doesn't turn me on, baby." Celia, appalled by his callousness, made a serious effort to swallow...but she wanted to puke!

Could I vomit for the next twenty years? Celia thought as she swallowed the disgusting thing, the cigarette butt, finally. Oh God, this is the worst experience in my whole twenty years in the scene...but I do want to go home and masturbate...go home, please! But, I want to suck his cock, too. What the hell's wrong with me? Her distended rectum was in acute pain from the frozen tomatoes, and she imagined that when she had them drop out, it might have the feeling of laying eggs.

"So back to our discussion of Catholic school punishments, Dr. Andrews..." Fenton smiled. "I never went to parochial school myself, but I spent my formative years in a nice Dominican orphanage, and I recall well having my palms swatted with a ruler...ever happen to you?" Celia shook her head. "I was a good student, a hall monitor, actually never got punished..but it happened to other classmates. I saw their reddened palms afterwards."

Actually, Celia had quite enjoyed turning other kids in, and watching Sister land the ruler on their palms, or once or twice, while volunteering in the office, she'd hid behind a cupboard and watched Father O'Cavanaugh giving the strap to a couple of boys after she'd reported them for writing SHIT on the wall.

Fenton rolled his eyes. "Yes, the model student. The obedient one. Well, you're going to experience it now. Let go of your wrist and hold out your hand." Celia looked startled, but her left hand came out from behind her back. "Out further" Fenton could tell that this one really scared her. Her palm looked as if it might get snatched back at any time.

God, no...please, Celia thought. He can't hit me on the palm That's not sexy. Isn't this supposed to be sexy S&M stuff? But what had she said to Miss Pratt? "I want something different, Miss Pratt. I want a Master or Mistress who will give me an intense experience like I've never had." Miss Pratt's mouth twitched. "Well, Dr. Andrews, you know we are here to oblige."

"You know, you're so scared, Celia." Fenton smiled genially, and Celia, who was a bit teary still, smiled back. "Maybe we should start easy, dear." Fenton choked back a laugh as he watched Celia look adoringly at him. Precious. She thinks I'm going to let her off. This honestly is more fun than stealing cars.

"You like me, don't you?" Fenton's honeyed voice appealed to Celia, who batted her eyes at Fenton. "Yes, Sir, you're w-wonderful. Quite at-attractive." "How so, dear?" Fenton looked down at her waving the cane. Celia looked doubtfully at the five foot five inch half-breed Negro with the obviously Jewish schnozz, and the weather-beaten mended spectacles. Fenton's yellow teeth gleamed as he smiled at her, and Celia tried not to notice his extensive nose hairs. "Y-you have such presence, Master. And -and you look like-uh Cuba Gooding, Jr." Oh, maybe that will make him not want to hit me...he is black, right?

The pain in her rectum, from the frozen tomatoes was searing, but she looked up at ugly little Fenton the Felon, remembering her debutante days...her skill at seducing men. She licked her lips. "You're a hot guy, Sir." Celia gave him a smouldering look and hoped for the best.


Oh, mercy me, Fenton thought, watching the naked doctor, breasts welted, holding out a lone shaking palm.That's the best sucking upshe can do? He recalled a line from the memoirs of Oliver Lyttleton "Flattery is the infantry of negotiation" Ho ho...forget it babe.

"Well since you think so much of me, I want to make things easier for you...so why don't you close your eyes, that way you won't see the cane coming...it'll be like getting a shot at the doctor's. Go on." Celia trembled, but she closed her eyes, and kept herhand out, desperately. Fenton smirked and lifted the cane. SLAP! The cane came down hard across Celia's palm, and her eyes opened widely. She jerked her palm away and pushed it under her armpit, presumably to warm it. Oh yes...she's much more human now, than she was when she strutted in here an hour ago, Fenton thought. Fenton looked at Dr. Celia Andrews without smiling. The well-dressed woman was sitting in the leather chair. Luxurious honey-blonde hair was piled up on her head, and it was obvious the purse she carried was from Hermes. Fenton shook his head. This was his first presentable client in the two weeks since he'd been working at Miss Pratt's. He'd gotten a lot of self-hating fat girls a hairy transsexualand one amputee--ugh! All wanted the strap, but not too hard--turned out they didn't hate themselves as much as they thought, or were just wimps.

Although Fenton had an appreciation for beautiful women, he was aware many were just prima donnas, and thus was not as enthusiastic about this woman, though Prattsie had advised him that Celia was paying quite well. Fenton noted her breasts heaving in a silk blouse.

She looked as if she were going to go to work later at some marketing job and be a real ball-buster, a Nurse Ratched type.But wait, she's a doctor. "What sort of physician are you?"Fenton asked curiously. He'd just completed "The Prognostics and Prorrhetics of Hippocrates" which had been a stretch even for his Greek lexicon, and he was curious about the medical profession.

"I'm a psychopharmacologist--it's complicated." Dr. Celia Andrews had said shortly, wondering what her profession had to do with an S&M session. "Oh yes, you're like a bartender, except that after you listen to their problems you hand out Benzedrine instead of bourbon." Fenton had chuckled, and ordered the pharmacologistto strip off her clothes. Now, he watched Celia blow on her hand, and look up at him tearfully.

Her hand was in horrific agony, the palm was swelling up...and from her behind? The ice cold tomatoes felt as if they might pop out of Celia's buttocks. She had to keep her butt clinched, but it seemed impossible. This with having to deal with the intensive pain in her palm. "Master? Could I please, please release the tomatoes now, sir? My gluteous maximus is so hurting." Fenton smiled. "Beg me dear" Celia begged, tears ran down her face. "Please oh please Sir Fenton...won't you let me release my tomatoes." Fenton roared. "What a way to put it!" He looked through his mended spectacles at the suffering doctor, clinching her butt and blowing on her palm. "The answer is no, dear. Learn self control...remember, I could put the prod up your little tushie too!" Celia bit her lip and stayed very still.

"Maybe we should try something else...Master?" Celia looked pitiful.

Of course she was now hoping he would return to caning her breasts, or her ass...this hand thing was a drag! But then again, Fenton was not a traditional Master. No, he found torture in original places.

In his youth, the Felon had read of hair shirts inJohn Wycliff's translation of the Bible, and had been fascinated by the description of a coarse shirt made of goats' hair that caused the wearer to feel as if they'd just gone through a particularly sloppy haircut...thousands of itchy,stinging hairs all over the body!And the monks had worn this thing under their robes.

Fenton had liberated a hair shirt from his burglary of a Trappist monastery (though he'd originally been there to steal an apple-picker) and he'd constructed "hair brassieres" for a number of Miss Pratt's clients who needed extra "tuition" out of sessions. They locked on and the poor girls had to wear them for a full week between visits to the Academy, up at work, and home at night...Fenton wondered if a hair bra might do Dr. Celia Andrews good.

Or perhaps he could whip each of her fingers individually with the cane, that might be fun...or make her eat the tomatoes after they came out of her ass. Celia was looking at him with intensity. Maybe he'd gone too far. "Penny for your thoughts, slave-girl." Fenton asked. "I-sir I wanted to know whether I could see you every week." Celia's hand was feeling better, and she looked at Fenton the Felon anxiously. There was a knock on the door, and Samuel looked in "Fenton, it's your girlfriend Tali on the phone" Fenton took the line--he refused to get a cell phone--"Yes, oh little shitbag?"

Tali's voce came fervently. "Fenton, I understand that you were hurt that we broke up, and I am so glad we're back together, but PLEASE don't work at Miss Pratt's--Fenton, I want you all to myself, and I'll never leave again. As a matter of fact, I'll sign my house and my investments over to you for security, but please quit that silly job and come home to me!" Fenton chuckled. "I'll think about it." He clicked off without saying goodbye and handed the phone back to Samuel. He looked in Celia's pleading eyes. It was good money...but Tali's ass is cuter...and there are tomatoes at home... THE END


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Anna walked into the lingerie shop with an air of confidence. This was going to be a fun shopping trip. The wedding was two weeks away, and she wanted all the very best lingerie for her special day and honeymoon. She thought about bringing her maid of honor with her on this trip, but decided it was something she wanted to do alone. She really didn't want anyone but David to see the lovely things she planned to purchase. A pleasant looking sales clerk approached as Anna was checking out a...

Masturbation
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How to Edge a Man to Tears

by John in Baltimore (BLOC: Brotherhood of Leathermen of Color)Here's a step by step guide for a basic edging session to be performed on a spread-eagled subject. I would be glad to demonstrate on anyone visiting the Baltimore area and happy to submit to same.You will need:A BlindfoldThe Means to tie/secure arms and legs to a bedA Soft Make-Up BrushWater-Based LubeA Spray Bottle with WaterA TowelA Damp Wash ClothA Digital Clock (something easily read by you as you work)A VibratorPoppers...

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Met Bindu After BreakUp And She Kisses My CockTears

Hi, I am Ajay, 27 years old, 5. 6 in height. I am a big fan of ISS and I am following ISS since 2012. Here is my story. Please be patient as it’s a long story that will I try to divide into parts. Definitely, you people will enjoy it! I am from Hyderabad. This incident happened in 2018. I wanted to go to Delhi to do a course and finally took a decision to go in August for spending some quality time with my girlfriend. She had some problems at home and she would call me when she is alone. We...

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Met Bindu After BreakUp And She Kisses My CockTears

Hi, I am Ajay, 27 years old, 5. 6 in height. I am a big fan of ISS and I am following ISS since 2012. Here is my story. Please be patient as it’s a long story that will I try to divide into parts. Definitely, you people will enjoy it! I am from Hyderabad. This incident happened in 2018. I wanted to go to Delhi to do a course and finally took a decision to go in August for spending some quality time with my girlfriend. She had some problems at home and she would call me when she is alone. We...

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Erica Olafson Journeys of the Tigershark Vol 9Chapter 14 Thauran Tears

The king had been an important person all his life, yet standing in the back of the alien ships bridge e felt very small and insignificant. There was a huge spider, a humanoid covered from head to toe in mirror-polished metal. A giant with only one eye and a host of other beings behind elegantly shaped consoles; and at the center on a raised seat sat the female he knew was the Captain. She managed to sit relaxed and yet there was no doubt in the king’s mind that she paid the greatest...

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Trying to Be Normal15 Check Out with a Few Tears

The sun finally started to filter in through the window. It was hard to believe everything that occurred since my date the prior night. The nurse had mentioned possibly getting out this morning, as unbelievable as that sounds considering how badly off I had been during the night. Now all I had to do was worry about the other patients I’d be examining. I figured it would be nice to stop focusing on myself for a while. Although I was sure memories of Jennifer and worries about her condition...

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For the Love of LiciaChapter 6 Sparkling Tears

The hotel room was a suite, really. Gina often stayed there while visiting the Club. She must have been high up in the TV network's hierarchy where she worked. But then again, her family owned it. Which might explain that she so often found the time to be either at the Club or play her favorite sport, golf. Right now she and Alicia were on a king sized bed. The only lights were the tiny reading lamps in the headboards. There also was some light seeping in from the half open bathroom...

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RunChapter 33 Tears

Black Forest Airport had been deserted when they landed on the small strip there. Gene and the others hustled off the aircraft carrying their supplies. He carried the small handgun at his waist as they moved off to the fields to the east to put distance between themselves and the stolen plane. They had to work their way through a few blocks of industrial buildings which were silent and dark in the early hours before dawn. The fields offered no cover and they were forced to skirt along...

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God of LoveChapter 28 Tears

Lucas told everything that happened between him and Violette, from start to finish, leaving almost nothing out. The only thing he did not mention was the doubts of Violette about his scars and his muscular body; he did not want to bring this matter to the conversation. May was shocked to learn that Lucas ended up relating to her so easily; the two have already done what she has not yet done with him. Lucas mentioned that Violette is an easier woman when it comes to sex, and Maylin realized...

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Master PC Mind MagiChapter 6 Teasing and Tears

Lady Reynolds offered, "Ral, I do hope you will join us for lunch. Some of us are getting together just to chat and eat." I hadn't really looked at her during the meeting and I was glad of that. She had dark blonde hair that fell in heavy waves around her shoulders, deep chestnut brown eyes and a lustrous smile that I was sure won over anyone she pointed it at. I wasn't feeling especially lust filled so I was sure her looks were quite real and not some trick of the mind. She stood with...

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5 Clan Amir The Falcon in FlightChapter 04

In November, 2009, Gerry travels to Europe on behalf of the Berant King. He’s there as a Special Envoy to resolve some trade issues with the United Kingdom, France, and Germany. He’ll also be sorting out some matters for his own and clan businesses in the United Kingdom, France, Spain, and Belgium. Travelling with him is a senior member of the Berant Department of Trade, Pierre de Darnet. His ancestors include the last two French governors of Berant from the time when it was a French colony....

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The CEO And His Secretary

On Friday, 8 April 2016 10:20 AM, “” wrote: This is a story about myself and my fun times in the office. I am a CEO in a reputed company and I am having a torrid sex affair with my secretary.We have tried all kinds of positions. First let me talk about myself , I am a strongly built male , not so dark complexion and and a wiry frame. I have been sexually active all these years and continue to be so even now. My secretary Thangam is a typical tamil brahmin lady who is in her mid forties.She...

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Giving Pleasure To Anjali Reader8217s Wife Through Massage And Sex

Hi friends, this is Madhu. I am from Bangalore. I am 23, height 5″9, weight 71kgs. My penis is 6-7″ in height and 3-4″ in girth. Thanks to all my readers for reading my previous stories and providing me feedback. Thanks to ISS. Life has been so good for me all the time and it became more entertaining and fun after I came to know about ISS. I always enjoyed reading stories on iss and masturbating. I have penned some of my experiences on ISS. The experience I am going to share now is very special...

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Meter Reader Knocks us both Up

It was a very hot August day here in south Florida. My husband was away for the week on business. I was very bored with nothing to do, so I called my girlfriend Sarah over, from across the street. I knew that on Mondays her mom had the k**s and her husband was at work. I told her to bring some wine and to meet me at my pool in the backyard.I was laying out by the pool for about five minutes when Sarah came to join me. She brought my favorite white wine and we poured two large glasses for each...

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How I Came To Be Vampire Pt 1

PRELUDE I haven't been a vampire for very long, only a little over a century. It was something one never sees coming, one most never hope for, but it happens more often than people realized back then...or now. THE EARLY YEARSI was a very good girl, I did what my parents told me to do, and I was innocent and from a wealthy family, meant to marry whom my father thought best for me. Even though, I did know what sex was, my maids and the help did have rumps in the hay often enough that I had seen...

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dungeons and dragons with my cougar milf

We were hanging around and partying a lot near the U of M a few years ago. there was a message board at the bar looking for d& D players and since the bar was not looking promising we decided to give it a try.My wife was dressed for a night on the town at bars or clubs and probably a little too provocative for the D&D crowd. We arrived at the address and as we entered, We were given some basic choices for characters and names and after about 15 minutes we were set up. Most of the people...

1 year ago
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Sitting on a picnic table in the park

So I sit here looking at the ground wondering Where I am going up or down. I want to run and get wild play the games that get your adrenaline moving, But need a man to help me out. Have him pin me down tease me And please me with his tongue. On that long picnic table back far Behind the trees past the pond. Start with his hands going up under my shirt Squeezing my breasts just right. As his hand goes under my skirt Feeling my juices flow over his hand. He begins to work his way down past my...

Erotic Poetry
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Delhi Wali Divorce Aunty Ke Sath Chudai

Hello dosto, mera name Prem hai or meri age 26 years hai or email id() hai ager koi girl ya aunty (only Delhi and Faridabad) mujhse sex chat kerna chachati hai ya mere sath sex kerna chahti hai to plz mujhe meri email id per mail karein. Ye chudai story tab ki hai jab main delhi job kerta tha main daily metro train se travel kerta tha.Traveling ke time main yahi sochta tha koi ladki ya aunty mere side main baith jaye us time mera bad luck chal raha tha Phir ek din ek smart si aunty mere side...

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Fantasy to Reality

Both my wife and I really enjoy viewing videos, blogs and profiles of mature couples like ourselves involving wife swapping, cucks or just adding that extra person to share her body. We have yet to make that final move in turning fantasy into reality, this nearly happened during the summer. It was a hot a July day and we were teasing each other,touching, flashing etc,she was also being very verbal saying that she wants two cocks to tease rather than the one and the other needed to be bigger...

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Stop screaming whore you know you love it

I made a horrible mistake. I am usually so careful when meeting up with guys. I had been chatting online with a young guy in his early twenties for about a week and he seemed really nice. Like a lot of guys he was interested in meeting a Tgirl but I was bit hesitant as I prefer older guys. Mostly I meet up with guys at a neutral venue or at my place to have some control over the situation. Since he didn’t have a car I agreed to meet him at his place. Silly move on my behalf. I got dressed in...

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Jindagi ka asali sukh diya

Sabhi ISS readers ko mera pyar bhara namshkar naam dinu hai, meri age 28years hai. Mai ISS ka regular reader hun socha kyu na mai bhi apni story aap logose share karu, ye meri real story hai jo mere sath ghadi hai. Ye story aaj se 3years pahele ki hai mai ek rishtedar ke shadi me gaya tha waha mere sabhi rishtedar aye huye the sabhise mai mil raha tha, tabhi ek 30,32yrs ki ek married aurat mere samne ake khadi ho gayi aur mujhe dekhte huye boli pahchana ki nahi, mai soch me pad gaya ki kaun ho...

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The Dare Book 2Chapter 3 Show and Tell

Over the next couple of days, Talia got around to eventually filling Mason in on all that had transpired, though she found it hard to make the time to write. Still, they exchanged a number of ideas, lots of them in fact. Dares that she could consider now and in the future. The constant discussions of her need to be dared, and the types of things she liked, kept her mind in a playful and game playing mood, which made her more than a little happy. She hated those times when things got all muddy...

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The beach

I think the 1st thing I noticed was the bright multi coloured towel you were lying on. Orange, red, yellow and green stripes. The 2nd thing I noticed was your bikini. Why? It looked STUNNING, but not as stunning as you. When I say bikini, it was not more than just 3 triangles of sheer white material.I couldn't keep my eyes off you, you were sleeping at the time, enjoying the sun and adding to your tan. I moved closer, slowly moving up the beach so as not to disturb you. As I move closer I can...

3 years ago
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Aayushi ki choot

HI I’m Anuj from Delhi doing mba. Yeh ghatna 1 mahine pehle ki hai mere college main ek aayushi naam ki ladki main use like karta tha woh bahut sexy thi big boobs and big butt. Maine use ek baar himmat karke propose kiya toh pehle toh woh anakani kiya par baad main woh maan gayi meri toh khushi ka thikana nahi raha ab hum roz milne lage aur mera uske saath sex karne ka khoob mann karne laga. Toh ek baar himmat karke use apne room main bulaya(main alone rehta hoon aur woh bhi) aur woh aa gayi...

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Am I An Angel Or A Devil 8211 Part 1

Hi guys, myself Deepthi. I am from Bangalore and am 22 years old now. I am here to share my first real sex experience. In know its bit long but I want you all to know fully what happened to me. So please don’t mistake me… First let me tell you all about my family. My mom and dad loved each other. Both in my dad’s house and in my mom’s house their parents strongly opposed their love. So they eloped and got married. During that time my dad was working in a private organisation and my mom was a...

Incest
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Just You and Me Baby

This story originally began as a story written for a lover a long, long time ago. The first part of it is missing for some reason or another, but in it, he takes my pussy and then my ass until we’re both extremely satisfied and my holes are filled with cum. This is a continuation of that afternoon… Back in the hotel room, later that evening, I press closer to you, desperate to taste your mouth over and over again. I half-close my eyes, delighting in the feeling of my nipples pebbling with...

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A Hook Up In A Small Town Pt 3

Monday morning, the rain fell as Genevieve finished up what she was in the middle of before Danny had walked in the afternoon before. Her first trip down to the storeroom caused her to pause - she wasn’t expecting to be haunted by flashbacks of her interlude with the fireman, but there she was, standing on the bottom step, gripping the railing, and remembering the echos of his moaning.She skipped the corn roast all together - not wanting to run into him again. It was just so awkward: she didn’t...

Straight Sex
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Morning Impulse Part 1

It’s 7 am, and I have a terrible strain on my neck. I’ve been sleeping face up, rolling around, waking in the strangest positions. You were supposed to arrive yesterday, but I haven’t heard a single thing since our last message. I’m frustrated that you’re not here, after months, and wonder if you’ll ever be back. It’s 7 am, it’s cold, and I have a terrible strain on my neck. I sit up and notice my hard nipples through the shirt that you find sexy but I hate. I pinch them through the fabric,...

3 years ago
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Lust and Love

We push our way through the door with your hands running through my hair, you pull me closer to you. There is no need for words: Our bodies know. The feeling of your lips on mine sends a shock wave through my body. I wonder if you feel the electricity too, but it’s obvious you do. It’s obvious by the way you grab my ass and knead it and the way I wrap my legs around your waist as you lift me up and push me against my door. The lust for each other making us wild, you rip my low cut shirt over my...

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Conflicted First Time Cock Sucker Ch 02

For three days I had avoided him and told myself that I was such an idiot to let myself get talked into sucking his cock; that was how I felt most of the time, although there were other times I found myself getting turned on when I thought about his hard cock in my mouth. Still, I kept telling myself that I wasn't turned on by his cock and I wasn't going to every do that again.At eighteen I had established my independence from my strict – and sometimes cruel father – and I wasn't going to get...

3 years ago
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Anns sitter lX

After dressing for bed Mary and Ann put a movie in. Half way through Ann laid down, resting her head on Mary's lap. Mrs Stuart retrieved a blanket for the closet and covered Ann. Wriggling she got comfortable. Heading to her room Mrs Stuart told Mary to keep it down, and don't stay up to late.Mary was shocked when Ann handed her her panties. Pushing under her leg, Mary waited to hear the bedroom door close. Hearing it, they both giggled. What are you trying to do, Mary asked. Get us...

3 years ago
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A chance at a new sex life Part 10

I awake the next morning with empty arms and a lonely bed. I look around and search for Stacey but my sister is nowhere to be seen. She must have left earlier this morning or during the night. It was probably for the best but would have been nice to wake up with her in my arms. Sometime later that morning my mom comes into the room carrying some breakfast.“Morning sweetie, how are you feeling?”“A lot better mom thanks!”“I’m glad.” Here I made you some breakfast and brought your next dose of...

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Eurydice

Eurydice By Maggie Finson "But soon, too soon the lover turns his eyes; Again she falls, again she dies, she dies! How wilt thou now the fatal sisters move? No crime was thine, if 'tis no crime to love. Now under hanging mountains, Beside the falls of fountains, Or where Hebrus wanders, Rolling in meanders, ...

2 years ago
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mysterious neighbor Chapter 7

‘You weren’t supposed to see that,’ I said, disappointed. ‘Oh baby, I’m sorry. Is it who I think it is?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘It’s going to be breathtaking,’ she said. ‘I just hope I can get it done in time.’ ‘Don’t hurry it,’ she warned, ‘or the spirits will leave you. Oh honey, I am so proud of you and it’s so sweet of you to do it.. Would you sell it to me when you’re done at school?’ It hadn’t even occurred to me that I might not be keeping it. Now, the idea seemed preposterous, but...

2 years ago
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MommysGirl Scarlet Red Alexis Fawx Sexty Mom

Mia’s sister Scarlett is scandalized! She’s just minding her own business alone in her room, and suddenly her stepmother Alexis Fawx is sending her text message after text message with photos of herself naked. Alexis isn’t new to modern technology, but she thought she was texting Mia, which puts her in another really awkward situation. Scarlett confronts her new step-mom hoping to get to the bottom of this horrifying situation. Alexis just explains that she simply wants to...

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