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Story - Helping Her Mistress - 4
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Posted:May 1, 2024 8:13 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 2:37 pm 86 Views
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It wasn’t long until she felt the hands of the attendants releasing her wrists and ankles and removing the tape from her mouth and eyes. She let herself be helped off the bed and to the shower where for the second time that day she let the hot water scald the shame and humiliation off her (as well as the disgusting cum). After she was done, she dried off, brushed her teeth, gargled vigorously, brushed her hair and presented herself to the attendants. She stood quietly as they anointed her with body oils and creams to smooth her skin and make it shine. Then they affixed a cape around her neck. The cape covered her ass and nothing else and left her open and vulnerable. She fought against showing her unhappiness and resentment at this treatment, reminding herself, “This is for My Mistress.” They secured her hands behind her and attached a leash to her collar and led her to the quarters of the Head Attendant.
“You will be on duty in the community room. This is where Doms gather to smoke cigars, drink, converse, and, should the mood strike them, pleasure themselves with the Subs. You will be responsible for taking drink orders and making sure their glasses remain full, offering the cigars, lighting them, keeping them lit, and ensuring the ashtrays are empty, and, being available to any Dom there should he express an interest in you. Similarly, you will help any other Sub get in position to be used should you be near enough to assist. You are to say nothing. And while it is necessary for you to keep your eyes up to navigate the room, you must never make direct eye contact with a Dom. Do you fully understand?”
She took a deep breath. “Yes, I understand.”
At a nod from the Head Attendants, she was taken by the leash from his quarters to the community room. There she was shown a tray of cigars and the location of the fully stocked bar.Her wrists were freed and she was in service.
She picked up the tray and circulated through the room. When she saw a glass that was empty or mostly so, she politely asked “Sir, may I refill your glass for you?” And when a cigar was out, she lit it and when it was showing a length of ash, she hurried to get an ashtray under it so it wouldn’t fall to the floor. She did this mechanically, robotically. Occasionally she snuck a glance at her fellow Subs - all attired as she was - and all equally obedient and compliant. Just as she was getting ready for her next pass through the room, she saw a Dom signal to a nearby Sub and direct her to a plush rug in front of him. This was not far from where she was, so she went over and helped the Sub to all fours and, with another Sub, lifted up the cape so the Dom could enter her; then they returned to their stations. She listened more than saw the Dom entering the Sub and fucking her but it seemed without much passion or excitement; more like masturbation. And when he came he zipped up and returned to his scotch and cigar with a studied indifference. She watched to see what action, if any, she should take, but the Sub got to her feet on her own and resumed her position.
This was the pattern for the afternoon - cigars, scotch (or other adult beverages), and dispassionate sex. She served as best she could - always with deference - always trying to anticipate - and then came the moment she dreaded. It was she who was being beckoned to serve. One of the other Subs helped her get in position and lifted up her cape. She grimaced and groaned as she felt the large cock start to enter her and screamed when it was fully inside. He withdrew and at a signal from him here ensued a flurry of activity - and she soon found herself tightly gagged, her wrists cuffed, and her head pushed down to the floor and the collar attached to the chain of the wrist cuffs. Now he reentered her. There was no lubricant to help and his cock seemed to have gotten larger. She gasped and braced herself as best she could. He fucked her like a machine. Back and forth and back and forth he went. She felt him grab her hips to bring her closer and when he did and she was tight against him, his strokes got faster. She tensed - would he cum in her? She prepared for the worst but just as he was ready to cum, he pulled out and ejaculated on her back. Once more she fought the impulse to puke. She remained in position as he zipped up and returned to his drink. Then she noticed that another Sub had approached her and gotten to her knees. “What fresh hell is this?” In answer, the Sub began to lick his cum off her back and did so until it was all gone and then wiped her saliva off with her cape. And without a word she rose and was gone.
Immediately after, she was released from her cuffs, the gag removed, and she was instructed to return to her service station. She did so, on wobbly legs, with a sore cunt, and with a hollow feeling inside her. And then, with focus and determination, she picked up the cigar tray and circulated through the room. No matter what they did to her body, they would never get to her spirit and her unwavering commitment to Her Mistress. Thus resolved, she completed the rest of her service that day without further incident. And when she was returned to her room and bound and strapped down and blindfolded and gagged she drew comfort from knowing she had made it this far and was confident that she could bear whatever was left for her.
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Story - Helping Her Mistress - 3
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Posted:May 1, 2024 8:12 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 2:37 pm 88 Views
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The footsteps and conversation got louder and more distinct as the men drew closer. And it wasn’t long before she could tell they were in her room and near her.
“Yes, she will let you f&ck her - she has no choice.”
“I don’t know. You said she was a lesbian. Why would she?”
“She is here to pay off a debt and the terms are non-negotiable. She must do whatever I tell her to do while she is here.”
Her stomach turned. Her breath quickened. She began to sweat.
“Well, she is lovely.” He let his hand run over her body. As soon as she felt it, she flinched and tried to draw away.
A stern voice said, “There’ll be none of that.”
The hand resumed its slow exploration of her body - and exploration only a woman’s hand had ever taken. She began to cry behind her blindfold.
“Now, it is unlikely she has ever had a man inside her” (she trembled at the words) “so I recommend you use a good lubricant to make it easier for you to enter her” (she wanted to slam her legs closed, but couldn’t - they were too securely attached to the bed). “I am not sure about birth control so to be on the safe side, pull out before you climax, and cum on her.”
“Okay. I get it.” He withdrew his hand. She heard a zipper being pulled down and the rustle of clothes being removed. Then she felt a warm oil being applied to her pussy and up inside her. She shook her head violently back and forth - the gag muted her cries of “No, No.”
It was all for naught. She felt the head of his cock at the opening to her pussy - she held her breath - and then was aware of it being pushed into her - she exhaled violently. He moved back and forth with great confidence; and she did her best to accommodate him when he moved her hips to get her closer. She tightened her eyes behind the blindfold and remembered Her Mistress and her soft and gentle ministrations to this same part of her body and the care she took to find every place of pleasure and delight and the warmth of her touch and the smile on Her Mistresses’ face as she brought her to her climax (assuming she had been good enough to deserve that).
This memory, this dream helped to divorce her from what was happening, but not for long enough. All too soon she was back in the moment, feeling the cock abusing her pussy, hearing the groans of this man as he pushed himself into her, feeling the sweat that dripped from him as a result of his exertions. His strokes got faster and deeper. His cock head swelled and the shaft got even harder. “Oh, God, he’s going to come. Please let him remember.” He did. He pulled out and came over her belly - great quantities of juice spilling onto her. He grunted, groaned, moaned, and sighed with satisfaction as the last of him dripped onto her. She heard him get off the bed, heard the sound of him getting dressed, and his words of thanks and appreciation to the debt owner as he left the room.
“You did well. Again. Your Mistress will be pleased. Now the attendants will release you to clean yourself and dress in the open caftan that is the only garment you wear when you are here. You will then be brought to the Chief Attendant who will assign you your domestic duties.”
And then he was gone and she was left wondering just what those domestic duties might be even as she knew she would find out soon enough.
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Fear - This quote struck me deeply
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Posted:Apr 28, 2024 4:41 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 2:37 pm 414 Views
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"He was afraid. He had always been afraid. Forever at the margin of his mind there was something to be afraid of, something to fear. He did not know what it was, but it was always there, real, imminent, unimaginable." (From House Made of Dawn, by N. Scott Momaday)
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A Slump- Updated 5/1/24
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Posted:Apr 27, 2024 9:16 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 8:19 am 468 Views
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I am in a slump. I can't thinks of ways to move my stories forward, I can't think of interesting "scenes", and I have less and less energy to visit rooms and make an effort at a connection of any kind. I am sure this well pass - but for the moment - well, there's no resolve here.
Update - All stories are up to date. And, yes, I can hear the chorus of "Who cares". Lol.
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Klezmer Music - My new obsession
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Posted:Apr 26, 2024 4:43 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 4:42 am 603 Views
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I admit to not knowing a lot about the history of and influences on klezmer music. Indeed, I have always and only associated it with music of the Jews in central and eastern Europe. But I have always enjoyed listening to it and am grateful for groups such as the Klezmer Conservatory Band and artists such as Itzhak Perlman for playing and promoting klezmer.
I mention this because the last time I was at the music store where I have my instruments tended to, one of the staff enthusiastically recommended a book of easy klezmer tunes for the violin. I bought it and have been playing the tunes ever since. When I get adventurous, I see if I can play them also on the viola. It is nice to discover something new as we age - and this is a discovery that I am more than a little grateful for.
(4/28/24-- I posted a video of me playing a little klezmer tune. Hope you like it.)
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Happy Passover
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Posted:Apr 22, 2024 8:41 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 7:36 pm 1084 Views
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Hope you find the afikomen (and not the Kofi Annan).
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Blog Views - Bots?
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Posted:Apr 21, 2024 9:22 am
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2024 4:58 am 1230 Views
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I noticed recently a stunning uptick in the number of views of my blog. At first I thought - cool, people are looking at what I have written - and then the skeptic in me thought/wondered - are these views generated by bots crawling the site?
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