Bondage
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Posted:Mar 26, 2024 12:10 am
Last Updated:May 19, 2024 1:27 pm 3858 Views
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Lari's neck recoiled in shock when he saw his mistress walk through the bedroom door. She was dressed from neck to toe in a tight, black latex catsuit; the sunlight bounced off her curves. Her hair was pulled back and high into a ponytail and her feet were nestled into the kind of heels that were perfect for stepping on a naughty submissive. She had Emma's collar in her left hand.
"It's good to be back," Ana twirled the collar around a gloved finger. "Kneel, slut,"
Lari approached her and knelt at her feet.
"Look at me," Ana curled a finger under his chin. She buckled the collar around Lari's neck and locked it in place. She tied a blindfold around his eyes and attached a lead to the collar, forcing her submissive's neck forward.
"Follow slut."
Ana walked and Lari crawled behind her, completely unaware of where she was being led. She heard the door to the cabin open and felt hot air envelop her body. Lari's hands and knees sank into the soft earth as Ana led him to the edge of the forest.
"Stand," Ana ordered. Lari complied, catching his balance as he stood. He could feel the sunlight streaming through the edges of his blindfold, but all he saw was darkness. He remained still while Ana bound him with strong rope between two trees. When she finished, the gurl was in a taught X, his thin limbs fastened tight to the two trees. Lari heard the cap to a bottle open and his mistress walk behind her. She felt her smooth, cold body press against his, lips at his ear.
"It's hot today, isn't it?" Ana whispered. Her hands were all over the bound sissy boi, rubbing a sweet-smelling oil into isr skin. Her fingers lingered at his nipples, thighs, and bubble butt, shining Lari's body to a fine polish. When she finished, Lari was practically sparkling in the sun, bright as her latex-clad mistress.
"Sunscreen, Mistress?" Lari asked.
"My darling, so sweet," Ana brought a slippery hand to her cheek, caressing her lovingly. "That would be so thoughtful, wouldn't it?"
"Yes..." Lari gasped as Ana's other hand nestled in between his long feminine legs. "It's not sunscreen is it, Mistress?"
"Such a smart gurl," Ana whispered. "I thought you could use a little tan, so I thought a touch of baby oil would help accelerate the process."
Lari swallowed hard. Ana knew how easily his smooth fair skin burnt in the sun without an accelerant, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky today.
"You're going to... sunburn me? No whips or clamps?" Lari whispered back.
"Well, I couldn't bring too many toys up here, so I figured Mother Nature would help me today."
"Isn't that going to take..."
"It could be hours, yes."
"And I'm just gonna stay here? Like this? Mistress?" Lari shouted for Ana, but the domme disappeared. In truth, she was reclining on the porch thirty feet away, but as far as Lari was concerned, the dark-haired woman vanished before him.
Ana was thoroughly enjoying herself. She stripped out of her catsuit, as the puddled sweat was boiling her alive when she was teasing her submissive sissy boi, and was now tanning on the grass with a large glass of iced tea and a bowl of berries beside her.
Lari was not enjoying himself. It had only been thirty minutes, but his arms and legs were starting to strain from being tied so tightly. And it was hot. Really fucking hot. Sweat dripped from his arms and chest in streaks down his oiled body, cutting through the cruel substance. He wasn't burning yet, but he could feel the sun dig its nails into his exposed hairless flesh and his tiny clitty.
"What's your plan, Mistress? You didn't even ask me questions yet! How do you know I won't just tell you everything?" Lari shouted, hoping Ana was nearby.
Ana smiled and took a long sip of her cold drink. She said nothing and closed her eyes. When she next opened her eyes, Lari was perfectly still and breathing slowly, his chest barely moving. Concerned, she walked silently over to the bound sissy boi. It took everything within her not to burst out in laughter.
A small dragonfly was perched on Lari's nipple, and it looked like it had no plans of leaving anytime soon. After a few cruel minutes, Ana took mercy on him and untied the blindfold around his eyes.
Bright light blinded the submissive gurl as he regained his sight. As the world came into focus, he saw his mistress, nude and glistening before hin.
"I don't want to look," Lari whispered, terrified about what creature was tormenting his sensitive hard nipple.
Ana laughed and flicked a hand across Lari's chest. Lari tensed in anticipation, but relaxed his shoulders when he saw the dragonfly flutter away from his thin body.
"You look hot and bothered, love," Ana ran her fingertips down one of Lari's outstretched arms.
"Yes, I am Mistress. My skin..."
"Feels hot, though you'd be unlikely to really burn if I took you down in the next thirty minutes," Ana smiled.
"Can we, um, speed up the interrogation then?" Lari looked at his arms, which were starting to turn pink.
"Are you thirsty?" Ana brought a straw to Lari's full lips. He sucked greedily, the cold liquid soothing his burning body and tiny clitty.
"Hungry?" Ana speared a blackberry with a toothpick and fed it to the bound gurl.
"Thank you, Mistress," Lari appreciated the relief, but he was worried about hus sensitive skin. He felt frustration bubble inside his throat; Ana looked so smug and relaxed.
"Just fucking torture me already!" Lari yelled, his voice desperate. Excitement flashed in Ana's eyes. He was breaking, and she didn't have to lift a finger. Now, to apply pressure.
"Hold this for me, would you?" Ana dropped to her knees and gently spread Lari's legs open. His tiny clitty was wet with oil, sweat, and arousal.
Lari exhaled slowly when Ana licked his small mushromm head.
"Thank you. I read about it in a particularly cruel piece of smut a while ago. You seem upset though, so I'll come back when you've cooled off," Ana spoke condescendingly, which angered the submissive gurl.
Ana went inside the cabin and left Lari to languish in his bonds. It was noon and the sun crossed the tree line. It wouldn't take long for the sun's daggers to leave permanent marks on his skin. Lari shook the pain in his loins from his bimbo mind and tried to understand Ana's plan for him. She hadn't even bothered asking him questions, it was as if the domme knew her submissive wouldn't give up information until he was at his breaking point. But Lari craved the game of it all -- he wanted to dangle information in front of his mistress and watch the frustration in her eyes when he tore it away. Lari started thinking of the revenge he'd enact once free -- all of the twisted positions he'd put his mistress in, all of the humiliation and torture. He thought he could outlast the domme and turn the whip on her, but in truth, Lari knew he couldn't last in the heat much longer. He was beginning to lose feeling in his limbs and the pain was similarly numb in his chest. In this agony, his mind became clear: in order to beat the game, he had to play it.
"In high school, when I started that twisted little sex cult, I was untouchable. Lari spoke just loud enough for Ana to hear that he was talking, but not what he was saying. Almost on cue, Ana opened the door of the cabin and pretended to relax on the porch. Lari smiled.
"The power I had over so many of my classmates, it was like a drug. I told you I had a couple subs, but that wasn't really it. There were dozens between me and Nicole. In our last semester, we got our entire theology class under our thumbs, just to prove we could. There was this group chat we made -- I know it's stupid, but we were stupid -- and one of our classmate's parents saw the stuff that was getting sent, and took it to the headmaster," Lari began to tell his story, his real story.
Ana got up from the porch and walked over to him. "Please Mistress. I promise I'll keep talking," Sissy boi Lari begged in the sultriest voice he could muster. He was bargaining. Ana raised an eyebrow, but obeyed. She spread her submissives butt cheeks apart and gently rubbed his boi pussy.
"Go on sissy boi" Ana spoke
"Thank you, Mistress. Anyway, word got around about it and the school started interrogating women about it -- not like this of course," Lari glanced at his bondage. "Long story short, Nicole and I got expelled months before graduation. My college applications got all messed up and I had to take summer classes at another school to graduate. My parents, well it took them a while to get over it all."
"Your parents know about your... kinky activities?" Ana's mouth was wide.
"Yeah, it wasn't the ideal way for them to find out about sexual deviancy."
"I don't think there's any ideal way," Ana laughed. "But is that why, well... is that why I haven't met them?"
"Kinda, they know I'm cock loving faggot and they're cool and all, but after that I kept my personal life personal," Lari shrugged as much as he could in the bondage. He saw Ana invested in his story and took another chance. "Could you release me, Mistress? My arms are going numb. You could tie them in lots of other ways if you'd like," he batted her eyes.
Ana barely thought about the request as she fulfilled it. Ana thought that Lari was surrendering -- that the torment was successful. Then, as she was gathering the discarded ropes, she was pushed into the soft grass with her arms pinned behind her back. Ana tried to get her legs underneath her, but Lari's grip was strong. Lari looped a length of rope around Ana's wrists and tied it tight.
"Clever," Ana grunted as she was flipped onto her back. Lari straddled her with a big smile on his face. "What's next? You gonna put me up there, make me bake in the sun?" Ana goaded her, testing the strength of her bonds.
"You have a lot to learn about me, Ana. Do you want me to teach you?"
Ana looked into her eyes and saw something she never saw before. There was the love and tenderness she was used to, but there was something else. He looked completely confident, powerful in a way foreign to Ana. Ana wanted to explore it, to feel it.
"Yes Master Sir," Ana said, diving headfirst into an unknown submission.
The ball gag between Ana's teeth was a bit redundant, because she was speechless. She was suspended from a rafter in the central room of the building, hanging sideways in a complicated web of rope. Her wrists were bound to the opposite elbow behind her back in a tight chest harness that framed her perfect breasts in intricate rope work. One of her legs was bent up towards the rafter; a rope around her lower thigh lifted her knee high and exposed her hairlss vagina and ass. Her other leg was bound thigh to ankle, completely restricting her lower body.
All Ana could do was watch as Lari adjusted knots and added rope to the web. Ana didn't know how long Lari was working on her, but the sun was low in the sky when he finally stepped away and examined his work. It was perfect. He grabbed Ana's heel and pushed it lightly, sending the bound woman into a slow rotation.
Ana's cheeks reddened. The movement exposed every inch of her body to her gurlfriend. She felt like a statue in a museum, completely still and open for any onlooker to ogle and assess. Lari said nothing and dragged a chair over in front of his captive. Ana strained her head to look up straight, but she relented to the forced horizontal view of her domme. Even sideways, Lari looked beautiful. He raided Ana's wardrobe earlier in the afternoon and selected a few pieces of expensive lingerie to adorn his sun-kissed skin. He wore long, black latex stockings and gloves, shined to a perfect polish. His tiny clitty was barely covered in tight pink panties and his hair fell in luscious waves around his shoulders.
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Lari Meets Hot Gurl
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Posted:Mar 25, 2024 5:39 am
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2024 3:29 am 3496 Views
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''Hey sweetie! I think it's finally time we meet in person. I don't have any plans this weekend. Wanna come over, either tonight or tomorrow night? We could have wine and chat. Let me know what you think!''
''Hey Alyssa! That sounds like an amazing plan! I was actually feeling depressed about another boring night by myself. I can pick up some sushi and few bottles of cab sav and meet you at around 8, if that works for you?''
''Yes, that works for me Larry! I'll send you my location. Talk soon!''
The day went by pretty fast. I made sure to groom myself, and picked my favorite clothes. My wardrobe is very simple: I love dark blue fitted jeans, and fitted white or black tshirts. It might sound boring, but that's my style. I hesitated between my white sneakers or my Dr. Martens boots, and decided to go with the boots. I put my favorite perfume on, and made sure that my hair looked good.
I was a little bit nervous about meeting Alyssa. I was really, really into her, and I didn't want to screw this up. Plus, Alyssa had told me that she was seeing this guy for a few months, but that they had recently decided to stay friends. Dating was definitely not easy.
I walked out of my building, and walked to the closest Société des alcools du Québec (our liquor stores). I grabbed two of my favorite wines. I then stopped at one of the best Sushi restaurants on Rue Sainte-Catherine, and grabbed a mixed sushi plateau.
Alyssa's place was about 30 minutes away from my place, but only 10 minutes away from the sushi place. She lived in the Village, one of Canada's most important LGBTQ+ districts. The fact that she lived there made sense, because she had an office in the area. She would alternate between hospital work and office work.
When I got to her place, I noticed that Alyssa had a camera doorbell. I rang.
''Hi Larry! So happy to see you. What's the password?'' I heard her laugh.
''Hmm... Ha ha ha. I don't know. Sushi?''
''Nope! Maybe if you beg to come in? Try that.''
I chuckled.
''Hmmm ok, Alyssa, may I please come in?''
''Close! Try Miss Alyssa and we'll see.''
She was in a playful mood! I smiled and tried again.
''Misttress Alyssa, may I please come in?''
I heard the buzzer. That was an interesting start to our first date.
I walked up the stairs with a smile on my face. I was really happy to finally meet her.
When I got to her apartment door, I noticed that she had left the door partly open. I knocked and pushed the door open. She was there, sitting at the kitchen counter. She looked up at me, and I froze. Alyssa was more beautiful than in her pictures. She had all the attributes to be a model.
She was wearing a tight black top and black leather pants. Her hair was darker than I expected, and she was wearing bright red lipstick.
When she looked at me, I felt hypnotized. It was the first time in my life that I had this kind of feeling, and I was not able to explain it.
''C'mon in Larry, I'm so happy to finally meet you!''
She took the bottles of wine and sushi, and placed them on the counter. She then came closer to me and give me huge hug. She smelled wonderful. I tried to guess what type of perfume she was wearing, but I wasn't able. Everything was just perfect.
''Wow Alyssa, you look amazing! I'm so glad that we can finally meet in person.''
''Me too, Larry! Sit down, let's eat!''
Our supper was amazing. We laughed a lot, talking about our dating experiences, the weirdos we had met on dating apps, and the struggles of meeting new people. I felt so comfortable with her. She was caring, really took the time to listen to me, and spoke without filters.
When we were done with supper and the first bottle of wine, Alyssa gave me a quick tour of her apartment, and we ended up on the couch with our second bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. She had also thought of everything, because she had cannabis chocolate just for me.
''So have you always been vanilla Larry?''
''What do you mean?''
''Well, you sound kinky when we text, but I feel like you haven't had too many opportunities to experience other things. For example, you've only been with girls. You didn't really explore the wonderful world of BDSM. Do you feel like you need to get out of your comfort zone sometimes?''
''Hmm well that's a good question. I mean, when I watch porn, or read stories on Literotica, I don't always pick vanilla stories.''
''Ok, interesting. Tell me what categories you like then.''
I was a little bit embarrassed to talk about that, but I was already tipsy and the chocolate was slowly kicking in.
''Well I mean I have read stories about gay couples, or bi curious stories. I've watched some domination videos. I don't always pick the vanilla stuff.'' I was bright red.
''Ok, that's a step in the right direction.''
She was smiling. I was listening to every single word she was saying. I was clearly hypnotized.
Alyssa got closer to me, and put a hand on my crotch. We started kissing. She was an amazing kisser, and the fact that she kept pushing her tongue in my mouth made me even harder. She stopped and looked at me. She squeezed my small cock through my jeans.
''Can I?''
I nodded.
''Hmm of course you can Alyssa.''
''Beg for it baby.''
''Mistress Alyssa, could you please touch my cock?''
''Oh I don't want to just touch it. Beg for it sweetie.''
''Miss Alyssa, please, can you suck my cock?''
I couldn't believe that I was saying these words. I had never role-played like this, and it was so hot!
''Why do you want me to suck your cock, baby. Do you like cocksuckers?''
I blushed again.
''Hmm yes, I do love cocksuckers.''
''Good answer, sweetie.''
She slowly unzipped my jeans, pulled down my pink thong panties, and took out my hard 3 inch cock. It was wet with precum. She kissed the tip, and then took it in her mouth. Inch by inch. I was surprised at how good she was. She had all of my small cock in her mouth. She was looking up at me. I was smiling. I was in heaven. This girl was something else!
She kept on sucking my small cock, making loud suction sounds. This made me even more aroused. I wanted to last longer, but I knew I was already close. I didn't know Alyssa too well, so I wasn't sure if I could cum right there, in her mouth. Would she be mad? Did she want me to warn her?
''I'm really close, Alyssa.''
She stopped for second.
''Ok, you will beg to cum, sweetie.''
And she started sucking me again.
''Miss Alyssa, please let me cum. I beg you.''
She stopped again and looked at me.
''Ok baby, you can cum in my mouth.''
And as soon as she wrapped her lips around my 3" cock again, I came so fucking hard. I swear, this was probably the biggest load I had shot in a few years. I could hear Alyssa swallowing my cum. She was an expert at this. And then she moved up, and our lips met.
I had never tasted cum before. While I thought that Alyssa had swallowed my load, her mouth was full of my cum when she pressed her lips against mine and proceeded to push all of my cum in my own mouth. She had both hands behind my neck, and there was no escaping. She really wanted me to swallow my yummy load. I had no choice, so I did.
When it was clear that I had swallowed all of it, she stopped kissing me, put both hands on my cheeks, and looked straight in my eyes.
''I think you're a cocksucker too, Lari.''
I turned bright red.
''Hmm well I don't know Alyssa. I mean this was fucking hot, but I love women. I haven't really pictured myself with guys.''
''I think that you have so much to discover, my sweet Lari! You have lived a very vanilla life, and that ends today. Want to experience new things with me?''
One thing was clear, I would never, ever be able to say no to this woman. I was mesmerized by the way she looked at me.
''Yes, I do want to experience new things with you Alyssa.''
''Good! I love that. I knew from the day we met that you would be open to trying new things. You'll get to know me better, and you will soon find out that I'm nothing like your ex girlfriends.'' She started laughing and took another drink of wine.
''Let's play a little bit. Try this.'' She handed me her lipstick.
I was confused.
''You want me to try to apply it on you, you mean?''
''Don't be silly Lari. You're so cute. You know what I mean. Try to apply it on your lips.''
''Oh... ok!''
She handed me a small mirror. The lipstick that she had chosen was a bright pink color. I opened the tube and did the best I could.
She laughed.
''Oh my God, that is so fucking cute.'' She took her phone out and took a quick picture.
''I promise we will look back at this photo one day and laugh! Let me help you.''
And she applied it expertly on my lips. She then showed me the result in the little mirror. It made me laugh, but my clitty was hard once again. How confusing!
She obviously noticed and touched my small bulge.
''I think you like putting make up on faggot. Say it.''
I hesitated.
''I love putting makeup on.''
''You know who loves putting makeup on, baby? Good gurls. Are you a good gurl?''
I giggled and blushed.
''Hmm well yes, I guess I'm a good gurl.''
''I think I'll call you Lari. That suits you well my love! Now, remove those panties sweetie.''
I did as she told. Alyssa got up, walked to her room, and came back with a pair of bright pink thigh highs and a bottle of perfume.
''Put these on, Lari.''
I put the thigh highs on. I was surprised at how good it felt to have silky tight thigh highs. My 3" clitty was rock hard.
''Fuck you look amazing, sweetie! I swear!'' She took another picture. She then sprayed some perfume on my neck.
''That's much better! How does it feel Lari?''
''It actually feels pretty good, Alyssa.''
''Mistress Alyssa to you sissy boi.''
''Yes sorry, Mistress Alyssa.''
I poured two more glasses of wine, and Alyssa turned on her tv. She said it was time to watch a little bit of porn, and she picked videos showing men being turned into women. In one video, the guy was all dressed in pink. He was wearing a pink collar, and was kneeling in front of a woman dressed in a black latex suit. The woman was wearing a black strap-on, and the guy was about to suck it. It was actually really hot.
She touched my small bulge once again.
''I think our sexy gurl loves what she's seeing. Tell me what turns you on in this video?''
''Well... I mean I kind of like the fact that she's telling him what to do and he's doing it.''
''Yeah, so my little Lari loves it when her woman takes control, right?''
''Yes, well I guess I do.''
''Good gurl. And does my little Lari love the fact that the guy will soon have the huge dildo in his slutty mouth?''
''Well I mean it looks hot too I guess.''
''Nice. You're a quick learner sweetie!''
I then heard someone at the door. I looked immediately in that direction, and Alyssa noticed how panicked I was. I wondered who was going to open the apartment door and see me wearing lipstick and bright pink panties.
''Don't worry sweetie, it's my roomie! Mika is super nice. He won't be shocked by what he sees.''
And Mika walked in. He was clearly coming home from a night on the town, and he was very tipsy. He smiled at Alyssa. When he saw me, he smiled but I also noticed something else in his eyes: desire.
''What do we have here, Aly! Your new gurlfriend?''
They both laughed. Mika sat on the leather chair, facing the couch.
''Mika, this is Lari. Lari, this my best friend and roomie Mika! Mika works at one of the clubs close to here.''
''Mmmm so nice to meet you sweetie! Yes I work at the bar, but I was off tonight. Had a great time dancing, drinking and flirting!''
Alyssa poured a glass of wine for her roomie.
''I'm just going to go put something more comfortable, and I'll come back and join you guys.''
Mika smiled, winked at me, and went to his room. When he returned, he was wearing tight baby blue panties and a white camisole. I immediately noticed the large bulge in his panties. He grabbed his glass wine, and sat back down.
''So Lari. Do you only like women? Have you ever played with guys?''
Alyssa answered for me.
''Lari has only been with women, but he tasted cum for the first time tonight!''
I wanted to hide under the couch.
''Hmm interesting! Who's load did you take, you little slut?''
They both laughed.
Once again, Alyssa answered before i could.
''He swallowed his own delicious cum! Lari did a great job!''
I blushed and smiled.
Mika was touching his big cock while looking at me.
''Well that was good practice. Maybe you need to try another man's cum now baby, what do you think?''
I looked at Alyssa. She knew I was scared. But she nodded and smiled.
''Go ahead my sweet gurl, I think it's a good idea. And this is a safe space. Go on, go suck Mika's penis.''
Mika was smiling. I was frozen. I wasn't sure if all of this was a joke. But I was drunk and high by now. I was also obviously very turned on by the situation, and still had a tiny erection in my panties.
Alyssa pushed me up, so I walked towards Mika.
''Go on, get your knees sissy boi, and take my cock out.''
I got on my knees and slowly took out his cock from his panties. It was big. I felt intimidated. I turned around and saw that Alyssa had taken her phone out. She was recording the scene.
Mika placed his hands behind my head, and slowly pushed my face on his cock. I opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips. I didn't really fully comprehend what was going on. I was so fucking turned on. I was kneeling in Alyssa's living room, wearing pink thigh highs and pink lipstick, and I was sucking a man's cock for the first time.
''That's it, you little slut. You're so fucking good at this for a rookie!''
Mika was enjoying this, so I figured that I was doing a good job.
I kept sucking his cock, and Mika started being a little bit more agressive, almost as if he was trying to fuck my face. He would move his body so that his cock was pushed deeper in my mouth, which made me gag a little bit. But I managed to stay concentrated.
While I was sucking Mika, I heard Alyssa moaning in the background. I didn't want to stop what I was doing, but I kept wondering what she was doing. Was she touching herself? Is this what she liked? Having two guys play together while she masturbated?
''I'm going to cum in your mouth little slut. Are you ready? Are you going to be a good gurl and swallow it all sweetie?''
I looked up at him and nodded yes.
And that's when he exploded. He came so hard that I stopped breathing for a few seconds.
''That's right little bitch. Swallow my hot precious juices. You are an amazing cocksucking slut. Milk my cock you little .''
I was doing my best to please him. And I still could not understand why I was so fucking hard and turned on. In the meantime, Alyssa was still moaning and I wanted to turn around and see what she was doing.
''Good gurl. You did so good sweetie!'' Mika took his cock out of my mouth and slapped it gently on my lips and cheeks.
I looked up at him and smiled. It's hard to explain how I felt, but I was confused by mixed emotions. I was both embarrassed and proud of myself. I mean, I had made a man cum by sucking him, so I kind of felt like I had done a good job. "Thank you Sir".
That's when I turned around and saw Alyssa.
I could not believe my eyes.
My new girlfriend was sitting on the couch, her leather pants and panties down. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning. She had put her phone down on the coffee table.
She had her left hand up to her lips and was sucking on her fingers, while her right hand was between her legs, stroking... her huge cock.
My gurlfriend had a penis, a very large penis
She opened her eyes and looked straight at me. She smiled. I blushed and smiled back.
And right then, I knew that I was where I was meant to be. Lari was born, and it was the beginning of a life changing relationship with the most special gurl I had ever met.
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Spit Roasted
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Posted:Mar 24, 2024 8:13 am
Last Updated:May 19, 2024 1:27 pm 3269 Views
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"Good evening, sluts. I have interesting plans for us tonight. Lari, I understand Lisa has introduced you to some new activities. Care to tell me about her friends?"
"Yes, Mistress. We switched the other day, and she introduced me to her friend Kristine from work. Kristine is trans and Lisa wanted me to experience real cock for the first time."
"So, she had you serve her friend's cock?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Tell me about this Kristine."
"She's very pretty with a sexy body."
"What about her cock?"
"Her cock is good sized, about 6-7 inches hard, Mistress, cut."
"Did you suck it for her?"
"Yes, Mistress, and she fucked me."
"Mmm, how was that for you? Did you cum?"
"Different from strapons, Mistress. She came a lot. Hers tasted a bit better than mine when you've had me eat my own."
"Did you cum when she fucked you?"
"Yes, Mistress, I did."
"So, how was your first experience with real cock, did you enjoy it?"
"More than I thought I would, Mistress. When she fucked me I ate Lisa which I always love."
"Such a wicked slut, with a tiny cock, that can't please a woma"
"Your slut, Mistress."
"And then you met with her again, this time with her friend and they used you together, correct?"
"Yes, Mistress. I felt like a sexy gurl"
"They spit roasted you?"
"Yes, Mistress. Her friend Daniella joined us."
"What's she like?"
"She's pretty too, her cock is slightly longer and thicker than Kristine's, Mistress."
"She fucked you while you sucked Kristine?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I would love to watch you in action like that, so I have arranged for a demonstration."
"Mistress?"
"Tonight we will have a few guests and you will provide a floorshow with your new friends. The guests will arrive in an hour and Kristine will bring her friend at nine. When they arrive, you will demonstrate your new skills for everyone's entertainment."
I shifted uncomfortably, blushing and gnawing my lip.
"Guests, Mistress? A floorshow?"
"Yes Lari, and you will be the star of the show. Oh, by the way one of the guests will be your friend, Gloria. I imagine she will be very interested to see this new side of you."
"Yes, Mistress."
She snickered at my obvious discomfort.
I could feel my cheeks flushing and my tiny clitty twitching in my panties at the prospect of the humiliation to come.
"One more thing, she is apparently free for the whole weekend, so I offered her your services. You will be going home with her after the festivities. Desi spent some time with her this afternoon, giving her a few pointers on how to enjoy your tongue, I hear she's eager to step outside of her comfort zone."
My tongue was tied by this revelation. Mistress laughed as did Desi, while Lisa stifled her own.
"You two have just enough time to prepare each other for our company, get to it."
An hour later we were ready for the arrival of the guests. Desiree had inspected Lisa and me proclaiming us ready for use. Mistress took me aside for a brief consultation.
"Lari, you are the star tonight. I expect you to live up to the billing. Our guests are free to use you, but I expect you to be at your best for the floorshow."
"Yes, Mistress, I'll do my best to please you."
She gave my small balls a firm squeeze.
"I know you will slut."
A knock on the door made everyone perk. Desi went to answer it. Lisa and I snapped into our presentation positions.
The first guest turned out to be the attractive grey-haired lady I had worshipped at Desi's party. She quickly made her way to me and began a thorough inspection of the goods. Between her hands stroking and probing, my 1.5" clitty pumped to attention rapidly and she stroked it appreciatively.
"You have a lovely small cock."
"Thank you, Ma'am."
"As I recall you are very talented orally as well."
"Thank you, Ma'am. I enjoyed your luscious pussy very much."
"Care for a second helping?"
"Yes, please."
She grasped my tiny clitty and led me to the couch where she sat, raised her skirt and spread her legs. I knelt between her feet and began kissing my way up her surprisingly firm, athletic thighs.
She leaned back with a soft moan, snuggled her smoothly waxed mound toward my face, and took the back of my head in her palm.
Her pussy was even more appealing than I recalled. Firm labia separated under my tongue releasing delicious flavor and floral scent. She was already moist and primed for my attention. Her hole was hot and ready as my tongue tip probed deep into her wetness.
Her hips rocked as I worked from her hole to her plump clit. Her passion built quickly as she responded to my mouth with delectable syrupy flow coming quickly to fill my mouth. When my focus zeroed in on her clit she built quickly to a climax that shook her with spasms of joy and drew a scream of ecstasy as she clutched my head and pulled me forcefully into her.
I heard the door open as she was coming. When she released my head I was able to look up and she that it was Gloria who stared our way, smiling and looking fine in a flowered sun dress and strappy sandals.
"That was wonderful, Lari, your mouth is always delightful, thank you."
"It was my pleasure, Ma'am, your pussy is spectacular."
"Thank you, my name is Deirdre, by that way. I would love to find out if your small cock is as worthless as everyone says."
"That would be my pleasure, Miss Deirdre. Ask, Miss Pamela."
"I'll do that. Go, it looks as though you have another guest with eyes on you."
She nodded toward Gloria who was walking toward us, with a predatory gleam in her eye.
"Hello Lari. That sounded like your mouth is still as good as I remember."
"Can I get you a drink or something?"
"I'll have what she just had, thank you very much."
She strode to the couch, took a seat and looked expectantly to me, as I knelt at her feet. I took the hem of her dress in my fingers and raised it to reveal her beautiful, freshly waxed pussy framed by a lavender garter belt securing sheer stockings.
"Wow."
"Nothing you haven't seen before."
"Lovely gift wrapping tonight."
"Thank you, now get to work sissy boi."
"Yes, Miss Gloria."
She spread her legs and I leaned into the beauty of her sweet sex. Her bouquet was as enticing as always, beckoning me like a siren song. The reward of her womanly flavor more than lived up to the advertising.
Gloria's was one of my favorite pussies and her response to my enthusiasm was always gratifying. There was a difference this time. She grabbed my head more aggressively than expected and rocked her hips to maximize my contact with her throbbing clit. She was controlling her experience unlike she ever had before, using my mouth like a sex toy. It was hot being a vessel for her pleasure, really speaking to my submissive nature. My 3" hard cltty twitched and I could feel precum rolling down the underside of my thin shaft.
She came, trembling and shaking with the pleasure sweeping her, crushing my lips against her gushing pussy.
"Don't stop sissy boi."
I managed to keep the rhythm with my tongue, laving her fuck button and slurping her silky cum flow. She quickly built to another orgasm, grinding greedily into my face again.
"Good boi. We'll save the rest for later. You know your my slave for this weekend."
"Mistress told me."
"Travis is going camping with his father, so I get you for the whole weekend."
"I look forward to it."
"You have no idea. Now go get ready for your big performance."
She reached down to grasp my hard little clitty and lifted me by it.
"Mmm so much precum, you like eating my pussy, don't you?"
"I do, Miss Gloria, very much, that's all I'm useful for
She collected a handful of my slick secretion and held her hand out to me. I took my cue and licked it from her fingers seductively.
"Good cum loving faggot. Now go, give us all a good show."
I walked over to Mistress and Desi who were chatting with a couple of women I didn't recognize. She was about to introduce them when Desiree answered a knock on the door and opened it to reveal Kristine and Daniella.
Mistress excused herself to greet the new arrivals.
"Are you Kristine and Daniella?"
"We are indeed, and you are Miss Pamela?"
"Welcome to my home."
"Thank you, Ma'am."
"Lisa, fetch refreshments for our guests."
Lisa rushed to their side, gave Kristine a kiss on the cheek and hugged Daniella.
"Would you like a glass of wine. We have a nice Chardonnay and a good red blend."
Both of them opted for Chardonnay. Lisa went to get their wine and I approached them.
"Hello Miss Kristine, Miss Daniella."
"Here's our sweet little cock slut," Kristine greeted me while Daniella simply reached out to grasp my balls.
Lisa returned with the wine and excused herself to join Desire and help her drag a single mattress into the center of the floor. They finished preparations adding a couple of pillows, a bottle of lube, and towels.
When they had everything set Desiree approached Mistress and whispered to her. She quickly looked my way and nodded before stepping to the center of the room next to the mattress.
"Ladies, may I have your attention, please. It's time for the big event. All the players are here, and I urge you to find seats to witness the show."
The guests settled on the couch and chairs which Lisa and Desiree were positioning in a semi-circle around the mattress.
"I'd like to introduce Kristine and Daniella who will soon spit roast my lovely slave Lari for your viewing pleasure."
She gestured to each of the lovely transwomen who obliged by raising their dresses, unveiling the weapons they would soon impale me with. They removed their dresses completely to show their lovely tits and posed seductively drawing appreciative murmurs from the audience.
"Apparently slut Lari is ready for action," Mistress announced gesturing to my rigid cock.
Sounds of enthusiastic approval and a giggle came from the audience.
"I think he should encourage the ladies to join him for the spit roast. They appear in need of fluffing for the operation to be successful."
They stepped close to me. I dropped to my knees and reached for their gradually big hardening cocks. I cupped their balls, caressed them and leaned forward to suckle their crowns alternately. As their erections grew. I stroked their shafts. This was heaven.
Considering the plans going forward I focused my attention on Daniella for a bit, taking her perfect fat dick all the way into my mouth, forcing the glans into my throat. I fought off my gag reflex and swallowed her as best I could. A female voice called out, "Take it all bitch."
Next to me Kristine stroked herself, maintaining her moderate tumescence.
I realized Lisa was behind me when I felt her hands spreading me open and beginning to apply lube to my boi pussy, then working deeper to fill me with a generous dollop of slickness. She worked it deep, opening me with three fingers. I leaned back into her hand, grateful for the preparation to receive the large cock in my mouth.
Daniella pushed my head back.
"It's fucking time cock sucker. On the bed."
Her command voice made me scramble onto the mattress and adopt the hands and knees position appropriate to offer myself for impaling. Kristine lay on her back in front of me so I could easily slip my mouth over her cock.
Kristine took my head in her hands and gently guided me to take her deep. Her slightly shorter and slimmer cock slid comfortably into the top of my throat as I felt Daniella's glans press against my tight boi pussy.
She didn't hesitate and thrust hard, plunging her thick meat deep into my boi pussy, drawing a cry of pain when she drove in fully, bottoming out. She relented then, giving me a chance to acclimate to the colossal dick filling me.
That allowed me to return full attention to Kristine's cock. I swirled my tongue around her big mushroom head then took her full length. I caressed her balls with one hand and milked the base of her shaft with the other. her hips drove her into my mouth with each stroke and behind me Daniella began a slow fucking motion.
We gradually fell into a rhythm where I was receiving them in turns in my mouth, then my boi pussy. Daniella was finding my prostate with each stroke of her fat cock and my pleasure was beginning to build as she reached around to work my clitty.
Murmurs from the women in the audience encouraged them to use me roughly. The audience comments were humiliating but erotic at the same time. My submission was ascendent to the max. Being on display as the women fucked both of my holes with their large cocks as entertainment for the watching women who were becoming increasingly vocal reinforced the feeling of being a sex object and I had to admit it was a turn on.
"Fuck him harder gurls, spank his cute butt"
An unfamiliar voice called out.
"Pound the sissy boi slut."
I recognized the second voice as being Gloria's. The mortification of having her witness me like this was surely a source of great pleasure for Mistress and Desiree. I wondered how that would impact the weekend I would be spending with her.
Lisa's voice close to my ear was a surprise.
"Take it all sissy boi."
Her tone told me that she was very turned on by the scene too.
"Do me proud, baby. I might let you have me for desert."
The thought of how delicious her pussy would be as a reward for my performance as a public cum dump stayed in my mind as I sucked and accepted the relentlessly pistoning cock in my boi pussy helped immeasurably. Between the prostate stimulation Daniella's cock delivered and her hand milking my clitty I began to feel that I would surely cum soon from the warm fullness spreading through me.
Kristine was beginning to seem like she might be building up to filling my mouth with her semen before long too. Daniella pumped my ass harder and faster. Perhaps they would fill my bowels and mouth together soon.
The general feeling of anticipation in the room grew as Daniella's pace built. She was hammering me now, each stroke driving to my depths and Kristine thrust herself fully into my throat. I fondled her balls and stroked the base of her cock, knowing she was ready to explode.
Daniella's relentless pounding was driving me into Kristine's thrusts and her gasps presaged the orgasmic torrent that she finally unleashed into my throat. I gagged on the first delicious spurt, and she pulled back to spew rope after rope of cum onto my face, coating me like a dripping mask.
Daniella grasped my hips and thrust extra hard, burying her cock fully and began to spasm, firing like a fire hose deep in me. I could feel my boi pussy filling with her hot seed. She worked my tiny clitty milking me toward my own release which finally came when I poured my own small amount of cum onto the sheet beneath me.
The frenzied climax for all of us left three spent bodies collapsing together in a sticky tangle of satiated souls. We rested for a couple of minutes. Kristine swiped fingerfuls of her cum from my nose and cheeks to bring them to my lips so I could suckle the thick juices like a nursing calf.
As Daniella's cock softened, she slipped slowly from me, and she rolled over next to me, letting me get relief from incipient cramps by extending my legs.
Both of them stroked me as we shifted position and cuddled together in a group embrace. Daniella turned me toward her and began kissing residue of Kristine's orgasm from my face, then guided me down to attend to cleaning her.
The combination of lube and cum, was expected but still yummy and sexy. Her soft caresses on my head as I carefully tongue washed her cock were endearing with the softest affection she had ever shown me. The tenderness they were showing me contrasted with the feeling of humiliation and brutal use that had colored the scene earlier.
Lisa approached us, took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom where she washed me down like a hard used after a race. After erasing all evidence of my recent use, she brought me out and turned me over to Gloria who put a consoling arm around me and shepherded me toward the door.
Mistress intercepted us long enough to tell her to enjoy me and advise me to serve her well.
"I will, Mistress."
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Waiting for Daddy
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Posted:Mar 23, 2024 6:58 am
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2024 9:22 am 2945 Views
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I was already dressed in a sexy black teddy with thigh high stockings and heels, and I was wearing a thong. I quickly threw some cushions on the living room floor and placed some lube and a towel on an end table next to me. Then, I unlocked my door, got into position, and pulled on my blindfold. I was positioned head down and butt up just like I said I'd be, that way when he walks in, my beautiful tight white bubblt butt will be the first thing he sees. As I waited I was so mad with anticipation.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs outside. I heard the door open and someone step inside closing the door behind them. Although he was quiet I could sense a dominant presence in the room. I began to slowly wiggle my cute butt back and forth and I heard a deep voice say, "That's a fine ass." I smiled to myself and said thank you Sir. Then, I could hear the man kicking off his shoes followed by the distinct sound of him unbuckling his belt. I was growing more excited by the minute as I am sure he was too. I heard his pants hit the floor and then I heard him remove his shirt. With my butt high up in the air and my face down in the seat cushion, I hugged my pillow tight and waited to be penetrated.
He moaned aloud as he knelt just behind me, his weight shifting the seat cushion. The man then gave my right ass cheek a firm but light smack, and I moaned like a little slut, indicating to him that I liked it. He immediately responded with another smack on my left butt cheek. Then, he squeezed and spread my firm cheeks open with both of his massive hands, and as he did so, he hooked his thumb on my thong and pulled it out of the way. I felt so vulnerable and self-conscious opened up and on display like that right in front of him, but my vulnerability soon turned into head spinning pleasure.
With no warning at all, the stranger buried his face between my white butt cheeks. I jumped at the surprise feeling of his facial hair brushing against my smooth delicate skin, but was instantly calmed by the wonderful feeling of his thick wet tongue twirling around the edge of my boi pussy. I let out an audible moan of pleasure as he proceeded to eat me. He pushed his face harder against my ass and sunk his tongue deeper into my bottom. I've had guys eat me out before, but this stranger was going at it like a starving man. He was squirming his tongue so deep inside me, it felt like a tentacle monster was violating my back door. All I could hear were slurping noises as he passionately fucked my ass with his tongue. My ass felt slick with saliva and I could feel some of it dripping down my tiny little balls. I moaned and moaned in pleasure.
Eventually, I guess he'd decided that he had his fill because he stood up behind me and said, "Turn around sissy."
His voice was so deep and commanding, and his tone indicated that this was not up for debate. Not that I would've debated him anyway. I spun around on my knees and then sat comfortably back on my heels awaiting further instruction, or action, from my new Master. For the brief moment that I sat there I could hear what sounded like him jerking his cock. I licked my lips as I felt him stepping up onto the cushion and moving in so close to me that I could feel his body heat. I instinctively opened my mouth wide and threw my head back. Then, I felt his massive hand on the back of my head palming my skull like a basketball, and I tasted the warm salty flavor of his cock head on my tongue.
"Suck me cutie pie." He said to me as he slapped my protruding tongue with his massive cock head. Being blindfolded, I couldn't see it, but it felt thick and heavy on my tongue. I reached up to wrap my hands around his shaft and it was indeed quite thick. It felt like his shaft was already two inches thick even though he was just semi-erect. My lips had to stretch so wide to accommodate his mushroom tip that I was concerned that my teeth might be an issue, but thankfully that was not the case.
I welcomed his growing cock into my warm wet mouth and stroked his shaft in a steady gentle rhythm. I knew I'd never be able to deepthroat him so I concentrated on teasing the head of his penis with my tongue while jerking his shaft up and down with one hand and massaging his balls with the other. When I reached down for his testicles I couldn't believe how big and heavy they were. I salivated all over his member, using my spit as lube so my hands would glide across his flesh. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and spit on his shaft.
"Mmm yeah. That's it sweety get sloppy with that dick." He moaned his approval.
The strangers deep moans were turning me on even more. I proceeded to devour his cock, drooling all over it and choking myself on it, only pulling it from my mouth to spit on his dick or to slap the head against my tongue. His shaft was as slippery as a snake so I proceeded to jerk him off and move my mouth down south to get a taste of his massive balls. I licked his jewels all over covering them in saliva too, and rubbing them all over my face. He lifted his leg up allowing me to really get under him and worship his manhood. My tongue went from his nut sack, to his asshole, where I then began to tease him with my tongue.
"Oh fuck yeah! Eat Daddy's ass baby gurl!"
I loved that he was loving it so much. In that moment I just wanted to stay beneath this man and worship him forever. I tongued at his ass while I kept jerking him off. He grabbed my head again and started grinding against my face, forcing my tongue deep in his hole. Judging by his moans I thought he might actually cum from my anilingus skills, and maybe that's why he abruptly stopped me, and took a step back.
"Bend over honey," he ordered. "I need that cute little white ass of yours."
"Yes, Sir!" I quickly spun around on my cushion and reassumed my previous slutty position. All I could hear was 'fap fap fap' as he oiled his cock up. Then, I felt a cold glob of lube land on my boi pussy and he started to massage it into me with his finger. I moaned and relaxed my body while he slowly worked his finger up my ass, first just the one, then, a second finger. I took his fingers in with relative ease thanks to all the time I spent fucking myself with my toys.
"You're tight baby gurl!"
He applied some more lube to his fingers and my slightly gaping anus, and reinserted his slippery digits, finger fucking me with more speed and force. He smacked my ass cheeks, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. And asked me, "you ready to take Daddy's dick?"
With my head still down on the cushion and my arms wrapped around my pillow, I moaned out, "mmm yeah, give it to me big Daddy!"
The man then removed his fingers from me and placed his warm thick cock head right against my little fuck hole. I took a deep breath as I felt pressure against my sphincter. The pressure grew and grew until I thought I couldn't take it, but then he pulled back, applied more lube to his cock, and pushed against my opening once again. I relaxed my whole body and bit down on my pillow. He worked his cock slowly but determinedly and finally, with just the right amount of force, my tight anus surrendered to the big veiny invader and he forced himself into my rectum.
"Mmmmphhh!" I whimpered into the pillow I was holding white knuckle tight.
"Fuck, yeah!" He proudly proclaimed. "I'm in that ass now, baby."
"Ohh FUUUCK! You're so fuckin big Master!"
"Yeah, you took it good though. I'm gonna give you a second to get used to it."
"Oh thank you Daddy!" I was grateful for his mercy.
I realized then that he probably only had a couple of inches inside me at that time. I tried to relax my hole while he slowly humped my ass only slightly moving his cock. It felt wonderful, but also painful. It's almost as though I could feel his big cock reshaping my innards to fit him like a glove. He pushed a little deeper into me sensing that I was growing used to the size of his penis, and I took it like a good gurl. Slowly and methodically he worked his meat into my hole. I was sure that I wasn't his first. He was breaking me in, opening me up, making my ass his pussy. Finally, he had managed to get about five inches of his thick python in my rear, and he started to pump his cock in and out of my boi pussy.
"Ohh fuck! Ohh shit! Oh my God Daddy!" I softly moaned.
"Yeah, that's it. Take my dick. That ass was made for this dick." He pushed himself deeper into me, deeper than anyone has ever been.
He was fucking me with a steady pace now. I was moaning like a on the end of his cock while he took me to sissy heaven. He wasn't just molding my guts into his pussy, he was transforming my very being. He was making me his personal bitch. Even though he still wasn't all the way inside me, I could already feel his balls slapping my taint, making me feel utterly inferior to him. He pushed deeper still and I fell forward on the cushion, but he didn't let me get away. He fell with me, lying on top of me and continuing to fuck me in the prone position. I reached down and tucked my tiny limp little dicklett down under me. I didn't even realize until I reached down there that my clitty was dripping with cum. He was literally fucking the cum out of me!
His large muscular body dwarfed my tiny feminine frame as he lay atop me piercing my pale flesh with his big ebony tool. I discovered that I could take his cock much better in this position and he had a lot of cock for me to take. He finally drove his piston all the way up my ass giving me every thick perfect inch of his meat, and my whole body shivered as my toes curled up and my eyes rolled to the back of my empty bimbo head. He grunted while I whimpered and moaned out some unintelligible nonsense.
"FU-aghhh! Ungh! Your-Ohh co-agh! Shiiiiit! So biiiig, nghhh!"
"Yeah, baby. That ass about to make me bust".
"Ohh yeaaaaagh! Give it to MEeeEee Daddy!"
He ran his arms under my own and gripped my shoulders holding me tightly as he bucked his hips against my tender white ass, crashing into my flesh with a powerful force. He tore into even newer depths than before. I swear the man punched into my fucking intestines and I thought I might actually pass out. His grunts grew louder and his thrusts grew faster until he couldn't hold back his orgasm any longer. He exploded, launching a torrent of his hot white ejaculate into my ass. I never felt a man cum so deep inside me before. It was a new incredible sensation!
My body convulsed uncontrollably with pleasure, my head went numb and I started seeing stars. Then, in an euphoric crescendo I had the most amazing sissygasm of my life. My little tucked peepee began squirting my hot sissy juice all over my own inner thigh. I writhed and squirmed in ecstasy while the stranger fucked the last of his cum deep inside my privileged hole, and after emptying his balls, collapsed on top of me. I could feel his body heaving on top of me while he recovered from his own powerful orgasm. Feeling him lying atop me like that, with his cock firmly rooted in my rectum and his semen warming my insides was paradise for me.
Eventually, I sputtered out, "W-wow Daddy you're a real stud! That was incredible Master, I'll be your good little gurl Sir"
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Best Friends
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Posted:Mar 22, 2024 6:07 am
Last Updated:May 19, 2024 1:27 pm 2305 Views
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Keith and I were just about to graduate High School. Life was grand back then. We just turned 18 and in those days it was legal to drink at 18. Plus we both had cars. The only thing missing was that while we both had girlfriends, neither of us had been laid nor even gotten a BJ. The best thing I ever got were hand jobs while making out with my girlfriend. And I didn't have too many girlfriends back in those days.
But Keith was different. It seemed like we were pals forever. He wasn't part of that crowd. He was always very gentle, soft spoken and very open and easy to talk to. Whether it be playing tennis, going to concerts or sneaking beers when we were younger, we always had a very close friendship and enjoyed each other's company. As we progressed through school, we spend more and more time together. In one of our drunken/stoned fests I could have sworn he threw of some signals to me that he was interested in me sexually but I dismissed his actions as wishful thinking or delusions on my part. Nobody in school would ever suspect that I had lustful desires for other guys. I remained buried deep in the closet and for my safety wanted it to remain that way at least for the time being.
Then, one day a month before graduation, Keith and I cut school. Both his parents had gone to work and his older sisters were still at college. We fired up our first joint at 8:30 AM. We smoked and smoked and by 9:30 we were good and stoned. Then we started drinking some of his dad's whiskey.
Then Keith brought out his dad's porn collection. By today's standards most of it would be considered soft core (Playboy, Penthouse, etc.) but there were a couple hard core mags in there showing people fucking. We sat on the edge of Keith's bed and poured through them. I did a quick glance at Keith's crotch and saw that he was already hard. I also noticed he took his time and lingered over the pages that showed naked men.
As the rock music from the radio blared out, I was getting deliriously horny from staring at Keith. He was a good looking guy, about 5' 6", and on the thin side; maybe 145 lbs. I had seen him nude in the locker room and found myself thinking more and more about his feminine body when I would jack off. At the same time I was very apprehensive about going any further. What if he would go public if I made a move on him? In the late 70s it was dangerous to be found out as gay or bisexual. There was a group of 4-5 jock types in our school would have "fag hunting" parties and find someone was gay or who they thought was gay (or bi) and beat the hell out of him. I know we weren't the only neighborhood who had these types and I sure as hell didn't want to be the next victim.
I was pretty fucked up myself when I asked him
"So did you get any ideas for you and Carol?"
To which he said
"Ha! I wish! The only thing she'll do with me is make out and let me touch her tits"
"Too bad" I said. "And not even a BJ, huh"
"Man what I wouldn't give to have one!" Then he confessed "That would be my first."
My eyes locked onto his. Call it the weed, call it the booze but my next words to him was
"I can take care of that for you"
I damn near had a panic attack over what just came out of my mouth.
"Seriously?" Then he lowered his voice.
"I'd like that very much. I have been thinking about us doing this for some time"
I couldn't believe my ears but I still need to be convinced more. So I told him
"We have to keep quiet about this. Neither one of us wants our reputation ruined nor our families to find out. Plus we don't want the Hitler Youth coming after us'
He just smiled, took down his jeans to his ankles and laid across the side of his bed with his feet on the floor. I knew it was now or never so I knelt between his legs and put his hard cock in my mouth. He was small, about 3", but it was more than enough for me.
I really didn't know what I was doing so I tried to imitate what I saw in porn movies. I let his cock and ball aroma fill my senses as I put the head in my mouth. I heard him let out a deep groan as he said "Damnnn"
I cupped his balls and jacked his cock and worked the head in and out of my mouth, I could see his head flopping back and forth on the bed as he moaned and groaned. All the time he was saying
"So fucking good, so fucking good"
It took him a good 10 minutes to cum. My jaws were getting tired and I had tears in my eyes from all the sucking I was doing. After a couple of minutes of doing that I started alternating with my hands jacking his cock and deep throating him. I just had the small head in my mouth and was jacking his tiny cock when he came. If there was anyone else in the house they would have heard him howling and moaning- he was that loud.
That was the first time I ever tasted cum, I loved it. He was still laying there with his small cock still glistening except he was passed out. Disappointed and frustrated doesn't begin to describe how I felt. I also felt like I was used. A thought crossed my mind to flip him on his tummy and fuck his smooth round ass but I knew I could never do that to him. In fact, I hated myself for even thinking that.
So I pulled his pants back up, put him in bed so it looked like he was taking a nap and went home. I didn't hear from him that night. The next day was a Friday and he all but ignored me in school. I was worried. I had no idea what he would do or if he would tell anyone.
Finally, late that night called me and said he only had a few minutes but he wanted to talk about yesterday. I said sure and we met under the street light by the corner of my street. Once I got there he told me
"Things got crazy yesterday but maybe that was a good thing because I would like to do it again. I enjoyed every minute of it!"
"Sure who wouldn't mind getting a blow job" I thought to myself with a combination of shame and cynicism.
"But next time you're first because I have been wanting to do that to you for some time"
I was so shocked and excited all I could blurt out was
"Damn, I can't wait"
He then told me he had to leave and that he was going to his aunt and uncle's place upstate because they were throwing him a graduation party and that he wouldn't be back until late Sunday night. We made plans to meet up Monday.
Monday came, but not fast enough. The more we smoked, the more we laughed. I forget what I said but he then laughed, he suggested that we continue in the car. I didn't have to be told twice. Then he reached for my tiny cock. I may be on the small side but it was hard as hell. He unzipped my fly and I was expecting a hand job like my girlfriend would occasionally give me.
I took my pink thong pantys down to my ankles. I reached over to him and to my shock his pants were down too!! As we kissed and I stroked his inner thigh he told me he had dreamed of this for ages.
But as soon as I completed my thought he bent over and put the head of my small cock in his warm mouth. This was my first blowjob! It was finally happening!! I was half surprised I didn't come on the spot because my cock was so hard. Still, I managed to hold off as he worked more and more of it her mouth. Every now and then he'd stop and ask me
"Am I doing it right Lari?" Is this good?"
I was breathing so hard I could barely talk but I could say was
"This is so fuckin good. It's as good as I dreamed it would be"
I then reached out and touched his tiny cock. I let out a yell and told him I was about to cum when he left the head in my mouth and jacked the base. I rewarded him with a huge load and emptied my balls.
I had my eyes closed, basking in the glow of getting by first BJ. I also told him he was awesome and that I never came that hard before in my life. He smiled back at me with an embarrassed grin on his sissy face.
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Lari at School
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Posted:Mar 21, 2024 4:57 am
Last Updated:May 19, 2024 1:27 pm 1285 Views
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So what is strange about this school? Well, because of its emphasis on athletics, there is an obsession with the human body. We all check each other out, locker room and shower time is something to look forward to. And, needless to say, there is a lot of sexy stuff.
And the school knows it. The teachers use it to their advantage, and they are sexy too. So, for example, it's not unheard of for a teacher to order a student to take off some clothes. It's also not unheard of for a teacher to teach a class wearing almost nothing. It's not just a sex thing, it makes sense in the context of the class. For example, in a basics calisthenics class, we need to see how the various exercises affect different muscles.
Don't get me wrong! We are not just having fun, we're working very hard. Graduates of Ocean School in universities. The sexual stuff is not incidental, it's intentional. A strong sex drive is a huge motivator for improved physical condition and athletic achievement.
Another aspect that lends itself towards the sexual is that of discipline and submission. A coach that knows that his team will work as one is a coach that will be successful. For that reason, Ocean teaches the idea that the more intimate team members are with each other, the more cohesive they are. Cohesiveness leads to victories.
That also means that same-sex intimacy is also encouraged. This philosophy goes back to the ancient Greeks, who practiced nude athletics. And it is known that there was a lot of same-sex stuff going on then, too. So that post practice locker room time can also be seen as part of the workout. Some guys walk around with raging hard ons, and then go into the showers. And some other guys will then shower with them, and have fun.
I'm a little more reserved, so I'm not usually looking to parade my nakedness. I'm also a little attracted to guys, but also a little afraid of it. I didn't come here for the sex, I came here for the education. I'm not a prude, so I do kind of like the ambience, but I'm not at the center of it.
But things changed for me a few weeks ago. It was partly my fault, but since then I haven't regretted it. I became front and center in the nudity department in my calisthenics class. It wasn't because I was so great at it, nor was it because I'm so gorgeous. To be honest, there are far better looking guys in the class. It was because I pissed the 25 year old teacher off.
To be more precise, I insulted the teacher. It was one of those lessons where the teacher was demonstrating muscle building while wearing thong panties, and I was starting to fantasize. As I did, I found myself sketching the teacher's hot body, but without the panties. As I did that, my dicklet began to grow. This would've been fine, had Brad, an obnoxious bully who sat next to me, not noticed it. But he did, and seeing as he didn't like me that much either, he wasn't prepared to let an opportunity like this pass.
In one swift move, Brad snatched my drawing. He looked at it, looked at me, and grinned. He held it up like a red cloth in front of a bull, and I took the bait. I reached over to grab it, but he pulled it away and allowed it to fall on the floor. At that point, two other guys in the class saw my artwork, and let out audible snickers. All of this commotion, of course, attracted the attention of the teacher, who walked in our general direction.
"What's going on? Do you boys think you're back in grammer school?" As he now stood, in all of his beautiful panty glory, right by Brad's desk, I became aware of two sensations. A bit of a blush, and a bit more action from below as I got a little turned on by this. Brad made sure that the teacher got the paper, and then the teacher asked who the artist was. A simple thumb point by Brad established my guilt. Little devious smiles on Brad and his buddies accompanied the the teacher's discovery.
He then turned and walked towards the front of the classroom, saying as he went, "Lari, get up to the front of the class." He said it in that disciplinary tone that every knows. For good measure, he added the obligatory "now!" Brad and his friends were loving this. I got up and walked to the front of the class.
"You have a problem with respect, don't you." I was silent, looking a little sheepish and really feeling my blush. But my small dick was not going down, and I didn't want that to be seen. Almost as if sensing it, the teacher said "please turn and face the rest of the class."
"Come on, go down," I'm thinking as I tried to quickly hide the erection. But the teacher was insistent. "I said turn around! What's your problem?"
Very embarrassed, humiliated actually, I turned to face the class. The problem was obvious, and drew outright laughter from the class. The teacher came on my side and looked straight at my small bulge. "Well you obviously misunderstood that this was a sex class. So for you, that's what it is going to become. Class, do you think that Lari has a hard on?" Wow, such directness!
"We can't tell," said Brad with a broad grin. His friends chimed in, "No, we can't be sure." Everybody left, including the teacher, knew where this was going, and, to be honest, I had mixed feelings about it. When you have an erection, even sexual humiliation doesn't seem so bad. I just kept silent and waited to see how it was going to play out.
"Well, I believe in democracy, so I'd like to know who is in favor of making Jordan show us whether he has a hard on or not?" I think two guys voted against, and everyone else was in favor. But Brad had to add something for good measure. "Sir, I think it's important to teach Lari a lesson. He was not only disrespectful to you, but you should know, in general many of us consider him to be an egotistical ass hole." Wow! That was uncalled for! I was gratified to see that not a few guys in the class were shouting Brad down and voicing support for me. Even though they wanted to see me nude, they weren't nasty.
But Brad was, and it was clear to all. Even the teacher noticed it, but in his diabolical way, this could be sweet revenge. Turning to me, he said "I see you have a lot of friends here, who don't want to punish you too badly, so they won't have to. That's fair. But I see that Brad has a problem with you, so I want to deal with that directly. Brad, please come to the front of the room."
Brad didn't know what to think, and seemed a little bit nervous as he got up from his seat. "Take this chair over here and sit down," instructed the teacher. Brad sat in front of the front row, facing me and the teacher. "Lari, since you have turned this into sex class, and you have obviously been nasty to Brad, as well as disrespectful to myself, we need to teach you a lesson. For the next 20 minutes, you must do whatever Brad tells you to."
After the initial shock of these instructions wore off, both Brad and the teacher developed very smug smiles. And his friends in their seats were audibly oohing. Brad wanted to make sure he understood, so he asked the teacher "What exactly can I tell him to do?"
"Anything you want. You can do what you want to him, touch him or more. Understand?" Each word of these instructions got a rise from Brad and his friends, and gave me chills. "You say he's got a big ego, and I agree, so feel free to put him in his place."
"Will do, Sir," answered Brad. Then he turned to me. "Well Lari, what do you have to say for yourself?" I didn't quite get what he wanted, so he helped. "Don't just stand there like an idiot, tell me that you're a fucking ass hole and that now, in front of everybody here, you're going to do anything I fucking want." I glanced at the teacher, to check if this was okay, and the teacher was nodding. I guessed I had no choice.
"I am a fucking asshole, and I will do whatever you want."
"What did you forget to add?" I got it. He was looking for a term of subservience. I gave it to him. "I will do whatever you want, Master Brad." Snickers and satisfaction from the guys.
"The guys think you may have a hardon. Do you? You might as well tell, since we're going to see it anyway. And while you're at it, tell us who it's for." Even the question heated me up. But here was a political question for me. Do I admit that it was for the teacher, or do I continue kissing up to Brad? I figured I do both.
"Well, I have a hardon right now. It started for the teacher, but I think it's also for you, Master Brad, Sir." I could've added, "and I think half the class and growing has a hardon at the moment," but I didn't want to piss anyone else off.
"Take off your shoes and socks, horny slave." Now, normally, taking off your shoes and socks is not a very sexual thing. But it turned me on even more, because of what it meant. I was obeying this obnoxious bully, who happened to be excessively good-looking, and starting to take off my clothes. He knew, the teacher knew, the whole class knew, and I knew, that when I took off those shoes and socks, it meant I'd be taking everything else off as well. His mastery would be established.
So, very subserviently, I bent down and took off my shoes and socks. I then stood straight up, facing Brad, barefoot.
"Lose the shirt faggot." I obediently crossed my arms to the bottom of my shirt, and slowly pulled it up over my head. There were smiles and snickers as I finished removing it and put it on the table next to me. I then stood with my arms at my sides, directly in front of Brad, with my torso completely exposed, my nipples hard with excitement. "Make some muscles, hot boy," he commanded. My arms are pretty well developed, and so I actually enjoyed showing off my muscles.
"Who wants to feel Lari's muscles?" "Oh, we do!" It was those comrades of Brad's who were looking for mischief. "Get your ass over there, and let my guys play with you." "Yes, Master Brad."
I went over to each one, and gave my muscle poses. As I was standing, and they were sitting, they couldn't feel me. Brad gave the obvious order, "Get on your knees, you fucking idiot." Down I went, and then the guys were making obscene noises as they made believe they were turned on by feeling my torso. They did it slowly, sensually, and mockingly.
I had to admit, I loved the sensation of their hands on my feminine body. Those young, strong, smooth hands touching and squeezing me, while I had no right to stop them, were superbly enjoyable. And the groaning and breathing noises they were making as they did so almost had me really groaning. But I held on to what little dignity I had.
But I was getting turned on anyway. One of his wolves noticed and said, "Lari's liking this, just look at his crotch." Yep, it was sticking straight out. And all those guys looking at me only made sure it wasn't going down anytime soon.
"Fuck that. Get up slut. Stand in front of your Master Brad, and take off your pants." Cheers, and up I got. By now, the whole class was into the scene. "Take it off, take it off," was the chant coming from those guys. I, personally, am very much a Panty boi. Sure, a nude hunk is certainly a turn on, but one in panties is also very hot.
As I was feeling sexy, I made the act of taking off my pants as slow and sensual as possible. From the button on top to a very deliberate lowering of the zipper, slowly sliding the pants down over my pink panties, I milked every moment for all it was worth. The guys loved it, and whistled their approval.
Even Brad was into it. "That was good, I could even like you, Lari slave." "Thank you, Master Brad." As I was now just in my pink thong panties and as my hardon was obvious to anyone within 10 miles, I was in complete sexual mode. On my own, I started to move a little bit. A little swiveling the hips, a little turning to show my ass, and a little running my hands from my nipples down to my thighs elicited some whistles and snide comments from the guys, pinching, twisting and pulling my nipples, that sent a message straight to my small dicklet.
"Even though I can like you, I still think you're an asshole. Take off the panties, and get nude for all of us, slut boy." My dicklet was tingling, and I know there was a pre-cum stain on my panties. "Yes, Master Brad, I will get nude for you now."
By now, I was completely horny and sexual. To be honest, I couldn't wait to get rid of the panties. Even so, I forced myself to make a sex show of it. Here I was, losing my last stitch of clothing, my last stitch of dignity, to become a naked toy to the class bully. That is so hot!
I put my thumbs under the elastic, and started to play with the panties. I pulled it down on one side, and up on the other, and then switched. At this point I was really dancing a striptease. I was swiveling, twerking, playing with the panties and feeling great. And then the moment we had all been waiting for: it was going to come off. I did it by pulling down the elastic on each side, alternating sides, a little more each time. My rock-solid dicklet was ready to jump. I now rubbed the elastic on the thin shaft, and kept slowly pulling down. The panties slid down my clitty, revealing more of my short shaft as it went. Finally, I got to the small mushroom head and swiveled a little bit for effect. Then I moved the elastic further down.
Even though 90% of my dicklet was revealed to Brad and the guys now, I felt the tension of that last centimeter being held back by my thong panties. I was hard as a rock. It was an intense pleasure, beyond what I usually feel. And it was liberating, to share my horniness with a room full of hot guys.
It was time. I gave it a little extra pull, and my clitty bounced out like a rubber ball. Applause. Brad chimed in, "Damn, my little sex toy boy is horny. Get rid of the underwear. Spread your legs and put your hands on your head."
I did as I was told. My entire body was tingling as I was standing there completely nude in front of this hot bully, the entire class, and the hot teacher. "Shake it, keep dancing for me, boy. Show everybody how horny you are. Shake your tiny dick and balls for us."
I'm not the greatest dancer, but all of a sudden I was finding moves I didn't know I had. I was spreading my legs, shaking my privates, crouching low and then stretching sideways. I felt the whole message of my dance was basically that I was a nude slave to this hot Brad bully, and I was showing him my most intimate parts to beg him to feel me and own me. When I turned around and shook my bubble butt, it was as if I was saying "Please spank Master and squeeze me." Every part of my body was being offered to him for his pleasure.
At one point, I even got down on all fours like a puppy and crawled in a circle. When my back was to him, I stopped, spread my legs a little more and made sure he could see hairless boi pussy and my balls. I even gave them a little shake. I wished he would've spanked me then, but he didn't. So then I got back up. But I wouldn't be disappointed for long.
As soon as I faced Brad again, all my glory showing, he suddenly stood up and grabbed my balls. With his left hand, he took hold of my dicklet too. He brought his face right up to mine, and said with very hot sexual derision, "I hope you love me faggot. I really do, because if you don't, this is pretty humiliating, right? I mean, you've obeyed everything I tell you to do, you've stripped nude in front of everybody in this class. And right now I'm feeling your balls and playing with your tiny dick. If you don't love me, that's pretty fucking humiliating. What you have to say, horny Lari?"
This wasn't hard. He was right! I was stark naked at his order, and had basically been begging him to be my sex Master. Now he was playing with my balls and clitty and mocking me in front of everybody. And I was loving it.
"Yes, Master Brad, you know that I love you. You are so fucking hot, I am honored to be your nude slave. I'm sorry for all the times I didn't respect you, and I accept this humiliation as my punishment. The touch of your sexy Master hands on my private parts, on my balls and tiny clitty, makes me horny beyond belief. You are a real superior man, I'm a little gurl ......... Sir"
Just saying this made me hotter, but then, on an impulse, I said something that would make a long-lasting impression. "I want to be your nude slave whenever you want. Just say the word, and I will come to where you tell me and be your nude toy."
Brad smiled and looked at me mischievously. He now had power. He had the power to make me the class's naked toy for the next six months. I could see that he loved that. He came close again, and started stroking my dicklet with his left hand, while he reached around and squeezed my bubble butt with his right. He didn't answer right away, as he was enjoying dominating me in front of everybody. In fact, he took his left hand off of my dicklet, grabbed my hair, turned me sideways and bent me over.
Then I got what I secretly wanted. He started giving me some really good smacks on my cute butt. The class was whistling. Brad whispered insults as he hit me and I winced. "Learn your lesson faggot. Hot Master Brad owns your body. You have promised to be my sex slave for the next six months. So get used to this, bitch." He then stopped spanking and felt down my legs.
A cheer and an applause signaled approval. "Guys, you like what you see?" He grabbed me by the shoulders, turned me to face the rest of the class, reached around my front and slap-bounced my dicklet a little bit. Then he turned me around again, bent me forward, and smacked my butt for their pleasure. "Yeah, sexy," were some of the responses.
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Posted:Mar 19, 2024 4:16 am
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Marcus lived on Galina City's west side, where the city itself started to bleed into the foothills and the lots were bigger. A little more secluded. Old farmhouses sat next to mansions and in the shadow of larger, newer builds.
Marcus's place sat a little way back from the road, the long driveway separated from the asphalt street by a large metal gate. It had probably once been a farmhouse, Lari thought as he pulled up to it, but by the look of it now it hadn't had anything to do with actual agriculture for sometime. Marcus -- or whoever had lived in the house before him -- had added onto it over the years, giving it a sort of tasteful rich sprawl.
The garage especially looked to be a new addition; it probably could have fit five expensive cars, porcelian tile floor, etc., as Lari pulled up. He parked next to Marcus's Aston Martin, one of the new ones that gleamed with that never-seen-dirt shine so common in this neighborhood.
They got out of the car and hottie Abria made her way to the threshold of the garage with a confident saunter; Lari felt every slap of her boot-clad feet on the driveway.
The door between the inside of the house and the garage opened and 6' 6" Marcus stepped out, casual in workout shorts and a t-shirt. Lari, at 5' 6", swallowed hard. He'd *always* been intimidated by his wife's master and lover. Lari followed orders and Marcus fucking knew it. So did Abria. Always submissive and obedient.
Had he not been in chastity, though, he would have had a raging 3" hard on right now.
Not that Marcus would have noticed. He didn't so much as look in Lari's direction as Abria approached him. They embraced, he whispered something in her ear, and she giggled.
And then he reached down and grabbed both cheeks of her toned bubble butt.
Lari's heart leapt into his throat. He'd seen this much before. But it always made him want to climb out of his skin with something between jealousy and whatever came after extreme, mind-bending arousal. His heart was a machinegun in the hollow of his thin chest.
The door to the house opened again and another large man stepped into the garage, also dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt. Lari had never seen him before.
Master Marcus let go of Abria and seemed to notice Lari for the first time. He gave him a slap on the shoulder.
"Good to see you again little Lari" he said.
"You too, Marcus ......... Sir" Clyde managed.
"Abria, Lari, I don't think you've met Nate yet," Marcus said, and gestured to the guy who had just stepped into the garage.
"Only over text," Abria said, and extended a petite, soft hand, but Nate pulled her into an embrace, kissed her on the cheek.
"Great to finally see you slut" he told her, and she giggled.
For the second time that morning, Lari felt his core grow cold as he began to wonder what, exactly, he had gotten himself into. A dominant wife and her dominant Master, and a submissive and obedient gurl.
"Well," Marcus said with a grin Lari sensed he couldn't have suppressed even if he'd wanted to. "Glad we're all here and on the same page."
He looked at Lari and his grin only grew.
"I...um..." Lari began.
Marcus raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. Abria giggled.
"Yes subby boi?" Marcus asked.
Lari glanced at Nate, then back to Abria and Marcus.
"I don't think I actually...I don't think I actually know what's going on," he said.
"Of course Lari, glad to enlighten you then," Marcus said, and pulled something out of his shorts pocket.
Lari shifted his feet when he saw it was his fantasy list, the list of things he'd always wanted to do with Abria but that she'd never let him.
"So, thank you, by the way, for writing out the list of all your fantasies Abria has never let you fulfill with her," Master Marcus said. "Really, just like I asked for. I can't wait to see you blog about this later. I'm sure the rest of the world -- or at least, the people who aren't stuck in chastity -- can't wait to as well."
Lari made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat.
"It looked like you had a good, long spanking session at the top of the list," Marcus said. "So I figured we'd start there. And I wanted to invite Nate along, since he's always been curious about spanking as well. I figured I could give him some pointers."
Lari sucked in his breath and cast a glance in Abria's direction, but she was still smiling, hands slipped into the back pockets of her short shorts now, that big leather belt on display.
"And I figured we could give the internet some pointers too," Marcus said. "Because again, Lari, they're going to want to read all about it. I think they're going to want to watch it too. Which is why we've decided to record this little session so there's a video to go with your post. You want your sexy wife to be a porn star, right?"
Lari's mouth has gone dry. "You...you want me to...you want me to film it?"
Marcus shook his head. "Nope Lari, you're not going to get to see it at all. You have to watch it later. You're going to wash my Aston Martin outside while I give Nate a lesson on how to give a proper spanking, with your wife serving as our willing model, of course."
Lari blinked. He hadn't expected this at all.
"Clean...your beautiful expensive sports car, Sir?"
"Yeah," Marcus said. "There's a hose and a bucket with a sponge in it out there. I figure that should keep you busy for a while. But first...strip nude for us sissy boi"
He paused, and glanced in Abria's direction.
"Your wife felt bad for you and didn't want you *completely* shut out," Marcus said. "And hell, I mean, even I have standards here. I'm not a totally heartless fuck. So I'm going to leave the garage door open a crack so you can listen. It won't be enough for you to see, of course, but you should be able to hear Abria get the perfect spanking you've always wanted to give her -- and, I have to say, that she deserves. So you can thank her for that."
"I did what I could baby," Abria said with a laugh.
"Plus Lari, you'll be able to see the whole thing on video later, man," Marcus said. "When you make the blog post. It's just that you'll probably still be stuck in chastity when you see it, so you won't be able to jerk off your tiny clitty to it like all the other horny dudes who get to watch it. I mean, that's still special, right?"
Abria walked over to Lari, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him, long and hard and deep. Then her hand dropped to the rigidity of the chastity cage beneath his shorts.
"I'm sorry baby," she said, toying with his hair as she did. "But I got to say, thank you for the inspiration. I'm really looking forward to this."
"Great," Marcus said, slipping an arm around Abria's waste. "Let the games begin, then. Lari, the bucket and the hose are outside; I figure you can find the Aston Martin. And don't forget to wash the wheel wells too. Nude"
Lari blinked again, swallowed, and did as he was told, stepping out of the garage as the door ground down, cutting off his view of his sexy wife and the two big men inside. And as he watched that view disappear, he did his best to deny he was perhaps more turned on than he'd ever been in his entire life.
"All right," Marcus said as he flipped on the light to supplement the sliver of daylight between the garage door and the cement driveway. "Let's get into it. Abria, if you want to have a seat. And remember what we talked about."
An excited rush erupted in Abria's core. "Yes Sir," she said, and it felt fantastic to say.
To finally get to be the submissive and obedient one for once.
It was only then that she saw the couch against one wall, a quality leather couch, of course. She made her way to it and sat down, looking into the cameras and lights she hadn't noticed until then either. Marcus had clearly broken out his experience as a communications professional for this session.
"We've got the cameras at angles and we're going to shoot in such a way as to avoid getting anyone's face in the video," Marcus said. "But if there are any mishaps we'll have your cuckold go back and blur out the faces. Sound good?"
Abria nodded. "It sure does Master."
"Cool," Marcus told her. "To start, I think we're just going to have you on the couch explaining what we're going to do. I'll just be asking you a few questions. You ready for that?"
"I think so," she said.
"What?"
"I think so, Sir," she said, and giggled.
Outside, she heard the sound of nude Lari turning on the hose.
Marcus nodded to Nate, who hit record on a laptop on a table nearby that Abria assumed controlled the cameras.
"All right, Abria," Marcus said. "How are you doing today? Ready to be spanked?"
Abria laughed into the gaze of the camera directly in front of her. "I sure am Sir."
"You sure look like it," he said. "And was this your idea? Or..."
Abria snickered. "No, it...it was my sissy husband's. He's always wanted to spank me like this."
"But he isn't going to be the one doing it today," Marcus said.
"No," Abria responded.
"But surely he'll get to watch, right?"
"No he..." Abria forced back a laugh. "He's, um, outside right now washing my boyfriend's car. He'll be able to hear it though. We cracked the garage door."
"We sure did," Marcus said. "But someone who has never spanked you -- or anyone -- but has always wanted to will be getting to watch, right? Maybe even participate?"
"You invited your friend Nate, so I sure think so," Abria said and smiled.
"And you're cool with all of this?"
"I've been getting myself off to dreaming about this all week," Abria said, and made a show of biting her lower lip in teased frustration. "I'm totally cool with this."
"All right," Marcus said. "Then without further ado, Nate, I'm going to show you how to give a woman a perfect spanking, and maybe you can try your hand at it too. Abria, stand up."
"Yes Master," she said, and stood from the couch as Marcus sat down. Nate moved closer and crossed his arms over his chest, watching.
"I always like to have them standing first," Marcus said. "It's a little more dramatic to pull them down."
He took her hand and gave it a gentle tug; Abria lowered herself across his lap.
"Goddamn you look so fucking good in these short shorts," he told her, giving her ass a squeeze. "It's a good thing your husband is locked up in chastity."
Abria giggled.
"The first thing I like to do is lock in their legs," Marcus said, putting his leg across the backs of Abria's knees. "It keeps them from squirming around. And they will often start to squirm around. It also lets you..."
He took Abria's right hand and pinned it behind her back.
"Keep them from interfering, if you need to," Marcus said. "Now, if this were a punishment spanking, I'd probably start that way, just to establish dominance. It gets more and more uncomfortable for them the longer you hold that position. Plus -- try to wriggle away from me."
Abria tried and was surprised at how locked in she actually was. Marcus had her legs pinned and she had only her left hand to push herself up with, but she still wouldn't have been able to get much leverage. She'd been a college athlete and kept herself in pretty good physical shape since then, so she guessed she probably had to core strength to get away if she needed to. But it would be a struggle.
Her heartbeat leaped into her throat at the realization of her helplessness. Lari had never made her feel this way, at the mercy of a strong man about to dominate her, someone who could keep her there and put her in whatever position he wanted her.
He released her arm.
"My pet slut isn't getting punished today though," Marcus told Nate and the camera, as he gave her ass another hard squeeze. "At least not really. But it's good for her to know what it feels like."
Abria swallowed hard, more turned on that she could ever remember being before.
"What I do like to do, though, is this," he said, and grabbed a fistful of her scarlet hair. She yelped as he did. "Even if it's not a punishment spanking, it's a good way to keep them in their submissive place."
Abria's breath was coming fast and shallow now. She could feel everything more brightly than she was used to -- the air moving in and out of her chest, the slight sting at her scalp as Marcus gave a soft tug on her hair, the warmth of his thigh against her abdomen. She'd never felt this submissive before. She'd never really felt *anything* like this before.
The grind of the belt against her hips. The one he'd told her to wear.
"And since this isn't a punishment spanking, I will warm her up a bit," Marcus said. "If I was punishing her I'd probably just start right away with the paddle or belt or cane, whatever, maybe even on her bare ass. But..."
He gave her a pat on the ass.
"She's a good girl by and large, so this is as much for her as it is for me."
"And her sissy husband," Nate called out from the side, loud enough for Lari to hear in the driveway.
All three of them laughed at that.
Then, without further warning, Marcus gave her ass a smack.
She jumped as the pain ricocheted across her ass cheek, a sharp sting at first that broadened and eased into a warm burn, even through her shorts. He followed it up with another slap, and another, and Abria couldn't help it -- she let out a moan equal parts pleasure and pain.
How sissy Lari would take it didn't even cross her mind.
Lari sighed and dunked the massive sponge in the bucket of soapy water. They'd been right -- he could absolutely hear the staccato slap of Marcus's hand on Abria's ass, even through the shorts.
"A warmup part of the spanking lets them ease into it," Marcus told Nate...and the camera, "It also stimulates blood-flow to key areas, which can be important for later activities."
Abria sighed with pleasure again, and the worst part was Lari didn't even think she was putting on a show. She was just enjoying herself that much.
"All right," Lari heard Marcus say as he pressed the sponge to the hood of the Astin Martin, hot in the noon sun. "Let's get these shorts off of you. Although you look absolutely fucking delicious in them."
He was pretty sure Abria giggled just then, but he couldn't quite tell. He would've believed it though.
Marcus gave a low whistle. "Damn, girl. I love the panties."
"Oh," Abria said, and now he did hear her laugh. "Thanks, yeah. One of my husband's favorite pairs."
"I can see why," Marcus said. "He's got good taste at least. Come here."
The smacks were louder then, his hand on her bare ass, and they sounded harder too. Lari closed his eyes and tried to picture what it would look like, his wife's pale ass cheeks jiggling and reddening as the spanking went on. He'd been trying to picture that for the entirety of his marriage though.
"Her ass is looking pretty pink," the other guy -- Nate -- said, and Lari ground his teeth in frustration.
Even that guy -- whoever he was -- got to be more involved than him.
Marcus paused, hand on Abria's ass after an especially hard slap. Her panties were doing nothing to soften the blows at this point and her entire ass was on fire. She closed her eyes and breathed deep, one long exhale in the break Marcus was giving her.
He put a finger in the waistband of her underwear.
"Time to get these off slut," he said. "They're fucking soaked anyway."
He wasn't wrong either.
Abria stood and slid them off, then raised her hands to her screaming ass cheeks and rubbed hard, trying to ease the sting.
"Did I say you could touch that perfect butt of yours?" He asked her.
Abria's hands flew from her backside as if they themselves had just caught fire. "No Sir. I'm sorry Master."
Marcus nodded, a smile toying with the corner of his mouth. "We'll remedy that. Hand me that belt of yours. And keep your ass to the camera. I want everyone -- including your little cuckold later on -- to get a perfect view of it so far."
Abria nodded, and bent to pick up her shorts from the cement floor. She slid the belt out of the loops on the shorts.
This was going to hurt. This was really going to fucking hurt, she could already tell. And the thought of it made her absolutely dizzy with arousal and her hairless pussy wet.
"Fold it in half," he told her, and she did, then handed it to him.
He stood, belt in hand.
"Over the arm of the couch," he said, and she draped herself over the armrest, ass to another camera at a different angle. "You're going to count these. And thank me. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir," she said. "How...how many will I get?"
Marcus laughed.
"It depends," he said, and swung the belt through the air so she could hear it. "On how I feel and when I want to stop. For now, though, we do have to address you touching that ass of yours without permission. So."
He swung the belt down hard across her already-red ass cheeks, and the crack echoed against the walls. She gave a yelp and instinctively reached for her backside, but stopped just in time.
God, the way she jumped though. So fucking cute. So fucking submissive. The way the muscles in her thighs and back and ass just gave an involuntary leap in response to the pain.
It was the hottest thing about spanking a submissive woman. Even more so when said woman was a dominant with her cuckold.
"One, thank you Sir," she said, face pressed into the couch's cushion.
"Face up," Marcus said. "They have to be able to hear you, after all."
She looked up and repeated herself.
He smacked her with the belt again, a little harder this time. She winced, hands balled into fists, knuckles turning white. Her feet toyed with one another on the cement floor as she moved her legs, tried to ride out the pain. Her ass had gone from pink to red now, and Marcus watched the belt mark fade from white to scarlet.
"Two, thank you Sir," she said.
"Legs straight," he told her.
Her legs shot out, locked at the knees.
"Has your little cuckold husband every been able to make you feel anything like this?" He asked her.
"Fuck no," she whispered, eyes still closed.
"I didn't think so," he said, and rained the belt down on her ass again.
"Three, thank you Sir."
"Could you ever imagine your little dick husband ever being able to get you in this headspace?" He asked.
She gave a long exhale. "No Sir, never as long as I live."
"Good girl."
CRACK.
"Four, thank you Sir," she said, and put her face in her hands.
"Legs straight, and don't make me tell you again," he told her, and again she complied before he'd even finished the sentence.
The last one had hurt, he could tell. He'd caught her right below the ass, on the high thighs. She'd feel that every time she sat in court for the next few weeks at least.
The thought made him happy.
He leaned down, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and raised her face, then hissed into her ear, "And who is the man in your marriage, Abria?"
"You are Master, Sir," she said, without thinking about it.
"Louder, for the cameras," he said.
"You are the man in my marriage, Sir," she said, loud enough for her nude cuckold husband to hear outside.
"Good girl," he said.
CRACK.
Nate was a quick learner and an enthusiastic study when it came to spanking Abria. Lari could see that from the video.
Nate had taken over not too long after Marcus finished belting her. She'd gone over his lap for a hand spanking and finished with a few lashes from the belt. Then they'd made her stand with her face in the corner, hands behind her head holding the belt, her crimson, bruised ass on full display.
That was one of the more difficult parts for Lari to watch, although he wasn't sure if it was just because all the desperate, horny dudes in the comments of the blog kept saying it was when they came. Master Marcus and slave Abria both wanted to make sure sissy Lari responded to as many comments to the blog posts as he could, and he knew they'd check. It meant he was constantly reliving his dream fantasy with Abria through the eyes of Marcus and literally anyone else with their dick in their hand who wasn't in chastity. For days.
It hadn't slowed down by Thursday of that week. He checked the blog post one last time before calling it a night -- Abria was already in bed -- and caught a new comment.
"Loved that part at the end where they put her in the corner with a red ass," it read. "I couldn't help myself. I came all over. I bet you wish you could, stuck in chastity. Thanks so much for sharing this with the internet!"
Lari reached down, brushed his caged tiny clitty, and sighed, defeated.
He *did* wish he could.
"You're welcome," he responded.
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Puppy Lari
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Posted:Mar 17, 2024 11:49 pm
Last Updated:May 19, 2024 1:27 pm 1364 Views
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Raven stepped out of the door onto the patio. She was holding a leash and right behind her puppy Martin came out of the door, on all fours and butt naked. He wore puppy mittens with paw prints on the bottom on his hands and he had knee pads on. His legs were tied into a frog tie using black rope, forcing his feet up near his butt and all his weight on his knees. He had a butt plug in with a puppy tail that stood up in the air. The leash was connected to a leather collar.
"Morning," Raven said dryly. "Don't mind me, I'm just walking my puppy."
She crossed the patio between the tables with large, gracious steps on her high boots while puppy Martin followed. He had to work to keep up with her, both his tail and his small male tail wagging as he crawled quickly and agilely behind her. It amazed me he could move that fast in that awkward position, but he managed. This was definitely not his first time moving around like that. It was a weird, but very kinky sight to behold and Daddy smiled at it with his kinky twinkle in his eyes. I was almost expecting him to say "Oh boy, I really need to get me one of those," but he didn't.
Instead, Daddy said: "Lari, the things you see at Sue's," while staring at the tall goth girl and her puppy walking onto the grass.
Britney chuckled. "Yeah, we all love Martin. He hardly ever speaks, only to Raven and her boyfriend, but he's a great guy. Severely disturbed, but a great puppy." She paused for a few seconds and then she chuckled. "Just watch out, if he really gets into his puppy mode, he might jump up to you or sniff your crotch."
We all laughed.
"Thanks for the heads up," I said, chuckling.
We watched puppy Martin go to a plant, lift up his right leg and then he actually peed against the plant. His penis got a little harder while doing so.
"Seems like he is really into his puppy mode today," Britney commented, chuckling.
We just sat there, watching Raven and Martin, while they walked back. When they reached us Raven said: "Do you mind watching him for a minute while I get something to eat?"
"Not at all," Daddy said, accepting the leash.
"Thanks Stud," Raven said and she walked back inside.
"I'm going to see where Charlie is," Mindy said as she got up. She left her tray on the table. Then she walked towards Martin and kneeled in front of him, ruffling his thick, black hair. He put his front paws on her shoulders and enthusiastically licked her face as Mindy giggled.
"Behave today, okay?" she said to puppy Martin, pushing him away and ruffling his hair again before getting up and collecting her tray.
Not long after that, Raven returned. She actually had a bowl of oatmeal for Martin. She put it on a separate tray on the floor before sitting down. Martin put his face in it, slobbering up the thick oatmeal.
"I have to say, that's the weirdest thing I have ever seen," Patty said, smiling at her, as soon as she sat down.
Raven chuckled. "I suppose it seems a little strange maybe if you see him as a puppy for the first time. I'm used to it. He plays puppy all the time at home."
I asked her if he lived with her and then Raven told a little about herself. She lived with her boyfriend, as it turns out pretty close to where we lived. They were both goths and both Doms. They played with their own subs, but hardly ever together. Then they met Martin. He hardly ever spoke to anyone at all, being very shy. But there were two things he really liked. Pain was one of them, and the other was playing puppy. He could just shed off all his inhibitions when he transformed to his puppy mode. He could run around, hump things, lick people, all kinds of things people are normally way to shy for. He would just open up completely.
Raven and her boyfriend embraced him. It took three months before they got him at ease enough with them to actually talk to them and now, a year later, he lived with them. And Raven and her boyfriend both played with him as a sub.
"So," she said, concluding her story, "we rescued him, but he really rescued us." She said it really theatrical and sarcastically, and it made us all laugh, but there seemed to be some truth in the story.
I was just amazed at how much depth all these people had. Once I got to know them a little, all their weird kinks and fetishes suddenly made total sense and I realized that, where a lot of people outside of the kink community thought kinky people were crazy, they were actually the most sane people I had ever met, making their personal issues and relational issues work in wonderful, creative forms of play. It was beautiful and it moved me. I felt so happy to be here. I would have loved to stay here forever.
Daddy must have read my mind, because he caressed my leg again with his foot while smiling a very deep, loving smile at me.
We chatted a little with the two interesting Dommes, but after another ten minutes or so I was getting a little chilly, being nude outside with no direct sunlight. Daddy noticed, since he asked if I was getting cold. I nodded, so he decided we'd better go inside then.
"Oh, just put the trays over there," Eve said cheerfully when we returned to the main room. She was moving the tables with the buffet against the back of a couch, so they wouldn't be in the way. While working she said the buffet would be here all day and there was coffee and tea, but they didn't have time to tend the bar all day, so we should just ask them if we needed anything else.
I looked around the room. The place looked pretty neat. Glasses had been cleaned up, but there were still some ropes, clothes and personal items laying around. The only people here were Mindy and Charlie, chatting on a couch in the seating area with the big TV.
Daddy and I moved to the corner where we had spend most of the evening yesterday in the other sitting area whit the fireplace, which wasn't burning today. Daddyy sat down and said: "Well Lari, I think I'm going to sit here for the rest of the day and have you tend to my every need." He smiled at me.
"Of course Master, Sir," I said submissively, grinning at him. "What can I do for you?"
"First, you are going to kiss this huge cock," he said with a twinkle in his eyes, tapping his 9" cock.
I chuckled and moved towards him, bending forward to kiss his perfect cock.
"Make it good my slut puppy," he said just before I licked the big mushroom head.
My tiny cock jumped up in my cage, getting almost fully hard. Daddy pushed me away gently, smiling a loving smile. "Good Lari, good puppy" .
"You guys make such a cute couple," we heard Jean say. She stood just outside the seating area. "Do you mind if I join you?"
"Oh, we're not a couple," Daddy said quickly. "And of course not, please sit down."
Daddy looked at me and said: "Get me some tea, will you puppy Lari? And get Jean here something as well."
Jean smiled friendly at me and said: "Tea would be nice."
I blushed a little, standing there nude with my tiny cock pushing my cage out in full view, so I quickly left to get them their tea and giving my hard clitty some time to fall asleep again.
After I got the the tea, we chatted a for a little while with Jean. I thought she wasn't as interesting as the other people maybe, but she was still an impressive woman. She was a lesbian, so a very different kind of playing partner for Charlie than the straight Mindy was. They weren't a couple though, Jean was single, but Charlie was one of her best friends. And she was a switch, so she both played sub or Dom roles.
She worked as a private therapist, specializing in human development, sexuality, trauma and kink. She helped people in the scene to develop classes, making sure they were safe and sane. She even helped Britney creating training programs for puppys, subs and slaves. It sounded very interesting and Jean was really nice.
After a few minutes Jean excused herself, since there were moans coming from the seating area where Charlie and Mindy were and she wanted to get a piece of the action.
"God, I love this place," Daddy said. "I really hate to go home tonight and back to work tomorrow."
We watched Raven lead Martin into the room by his leash. She had him lay on his back and she started to untie the ropes on his legs.
"So, you want to leave early today," Daddy said, and then he quickly climbed on my lap, facing me while he said: "Or do you want to play before we go?" He smiled seductively at me.
"Play," I answered, grinning. My clitty reacted immediately to the feel of his soft muscular butt pressing down on my thighs.
"I thought so," he said. He grabbed my nipples and squeezed them.
I flinched and Daddy just grinned at me with, a little devilishly.
Daddy kept playing with my nipples, his face still close in front of mine. "Do you want to kiss me?" He asked.
I nodded, looking at his lips.
"Are you allowed to kiss me?" Daddy asked.
"No Sir, no Master, no Daddy," I said. "I'm your puppy."
He smiled lovingly at me. Heiseyes looked really appreciatively, like he really liked that I kept my word and respected the boundaries he had set. He kept smiling at me like that for a few seconds, before saying: "Good perv." She just kept playing gently with my nipples and looking at me. It was a really intense, and erotic moment in a pretty kinky way.
Then, suddenly, her expression changed and he said: "Shit, the keys of your cage are still in our room. It's really annoying when I wear pants without pockets, I have no real place to put them. Will you go get them Lari?"
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Lari's New Job
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Posted:Mar 17, 2024 4:42 am
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2024 12:30 pm 1356 Views
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It was early summer and I had just turned 14. It's June and wasn't sure what I was going to do now. My mom said my choice was simple - get a job. For now I was looking for a job to get me through the summer. I was willing to do pretty much anything but was hoping for more of an 'office' type job. I had a slight feminine build and didn't think construction or hard physical labor would be a good fit. And I kept my hair fairly long which sometimes made me a target for teasing.
Earlier this year I discovered my powerful urge to feel feminine. It all started when my friend Bob convinced me to suck his big cock so he could experience what it would be like to get a blowjob from a girl. At first I was turned off by the idea but I quickly came around after Bob got me to dress up in his mom's bra and panties. It was at that moment I realized I loved looking and acting feminine for Master Bob and giving him the satisfaction he craved. With Bob's guidance I improved my cock-sucking skills to the point that I could make him cum in just a few minutes.
It was wonderful pleasuring Bob in the basement of his family home when his parent were out. But Bob wasn't comfortable with the arrangement. Perhaps I was too eager to please him, but he made it clear that he wasn't gay. He always closed his eyes when his cock was in my sissy mouth which dissapointed me as I wanted to make eye contact. I wanted to feel that intimacy a woman experiences when she is sucking her man's cock. Instead, Bob made me feel like a cock-sucking slut who satisfied his fantasies and got nothing in return.
Well, I did get a lot of satisfaction every time Bob grunted and spurted his tasty load in my mouth. I came to love the taste of his cum and enjoyed swallowing it after every blowjob. But Bob never pleasured me. I jacked off every night at home thinking about being on my knees with his tasty cock in my slutty mouth.
I had hoped to expand my horizons with Bob. I got hold of a dildo and was working my boi pussy in the evenings in the hopes of getting Bob to fuck me. But he wasn't interested. "That's too gay for me," he said one Saturday morning, as he shoved his huge 9" cock back in my mouth. Anyway, everything changed when Bob moved out of state on a football scholarship. I wouldn't be seeing much of him anymore.
I was going around to all the small business' in town looking for a summer job when the manager/owner of the grocery store invited me to his office for an interview.
"Have a seat Larry," said Mr Wilson. "So you're looking for a summer job. I'm sorry but all the parttime positions at the store are filled. But, if you're handy I could give you a lot of work at my cottage at the lake. I'm kind of desperate for help there. Do you have any experience with carpentry and painting?"
"Actually I do, Mr Wilson. I helped my dad a lot with work on our house. I'm sure I can handle any repairs and painting you need."
"And how are you in the kitchen, Larry?" That question surprised me. Did he expect me to cook? I wasn't looking for a job as a live-in maid.
"Well, if you mean how's my cooking, Pretty good Sir, I guess but I don't have much experience in that department. Do you need me to cook, Mr. Wilson, Sir?" I suddenly had a vision of cooking and cleaning in Mr Wilson's cottage kitchen and waiting for him to come home after a hard day's work to a home-cooked meal, followed by me satisifying him in other ways. Mr Wilson was a very good-looking man in his 50s and the fact that he was much older than me and more experienced in the ways of the world turned me on. I felt a tingle in my tiny cock. But I snapped back to reality when I remembered that Mr Wilson was married with two so he couldn't possibly be interested in a little sissy faggot like me.
"Cooking skills would be handy because I spend a lot of time there in the summer and if you made supper for me before I got back from work, that could be part of the job. Also, sometimes I have BBQs there with friends on the weekend and it would be great if you could help with the food. Of course you'd be invited to join us. I wouldn't want to see you hang back, out of sight like a maid," he said.
"Well, I'm glad you don't want me to wear a maid's outfit, Mr Wilson," I laughed. But part of me was thinking about how I could dress up in ladies underwear while alone at the cottage. I imagined being up a ladder wearing nothing but a bra and pink thong panties when Mr Wilson arrived unexpectedly. "Oops," I'd say, "you caught me dressing up again. Whatever will you do with me Master?"
Mr Wilson offered me a very high hourly wage and we agreed that I would start Saturday so he could be there all day with me and show me what to do. I was excited to have found a job and it sounded like I could work all the hours I wanted and earn as much money as I needed. I was looking forward to seeing Mr Wilson's cottage in a few days.
When Saturday finally arrived, Mr Wilson picked me up at my house in his big SUV. He came to the house and had a friendly chat with my mom. My mom knew his wife.
The cottage was perfect, very nice with big windows looking over the lake and a wood stove in front of a huge stone fireplace. Although close to town it was at the end of a long driveway through dense woodland and there were only a few other cottages visible on the lake so it felt quite isolated, just the way I liked it. Most days I would be cycling to the cottage so I'd be getting some exercise this summer. If it was rainy Mr. Wilson said he'd drive me. My mom worked and needed our car every day.
Mr Wilson gave me a tour of the cottage. "Does your family spend much time here?" I asked.
"Usually they do, Larry. But this summer my wife is using a lot of her vacation to visit her folks out east with the so I have the cottage to myself for over a month. I'd really like to get the place fixed up while they're away" Mr Wilson explained.
The master bedroom had frilly curtains and bedspread, and doilies on the dressers and makeup table. "Your wife put a feminine touch on the bedroom," I observed.
"You have no idea Larry," Mr Wilson replied. "Sara loves all things feminine. Just look at this," as he opened the top drawer of a dresser. Inside was a huge number of pretty bras arranged on the left and silky thong panties on the right. There was every color in the rainbow. I couldn't believe it, and couldn't understand why Mr Wilson would show me his wife's underwear.
"Your wife certainly has pretty undies Mr. Wilson," I mused.
"Do you like this sort of thing, Larry?"
"Oh, I've never paid any attention to women's underwear," I lied.
After outlining all the different jobs to be done around the cottage I started by scraping peeling paint off the eaves. They would all have to be scraped and painted which would take days. I was on a ladder most of the day trying to tuck away a hard-on caused by visions of Mrs Wilson's pretty bras and panties. Sara was an attractive woman in her early forties who always dressed nicely. She had a 'conservative but sexy' style which was very alluring. I felt lucky that I had glimpsed her sexy under garments. I'm pretty sure Mr Wilson noticed that I had a tiny hard-on up the ladder but he didn't say anything.
At the end of the day Mr Wilson fired up the BBQ to show me how to use it and he cooked us each a hamburger and an ear of corn for supper. After supper and a beer Mr Wilson drove me home.
That night at home in my bed, I jacked off imagining Mr Wilson fucking his cute little wife in her sexy lingerie. I imagined what she would experience with her husband on top of her with his big cock inside her pussy. I imagined her panting and screaming as Mr Wilson fucked her. And then I imagined that it was me getting fucked in pretty ladies' underwear. I fantasized that Mr Wilson was using me as a substitute for his wife while she was away, only my blowjobs were more eager and my boi pussy tighter than his wife's. That's when I shot my small sissy load.
The weather was beautiful in July and I started riding my bike out to the cottage every morning which took about 45 minutes. The days entailed a lot of scraping and painting but also repairs and cleaning inside the cottage. I couldn't resist exploring Mrs Wilson's underwear drawer several times a day and having a satisifying jerk while imagining wearing her panties and bras. I discovered other delights too - a basque, garter belts and stockings in the bottom drawer and a few sheer babydolls and negligees in the closet.
"God, she really must love turning her husband on," I thought. I felt a bit jelous of Mrs Wilson being able to satisfy her husband any time she wanted. But was she willing any time Mr. Wilson wanted? Would she do everything he wanted her to do? Not necessarily. And that got me thinking about being Mr Wilson's little cocksucker on the side. I'd be willing to pleasure him any time he wanted, that's for sure. The thought gave me a hard erection and I had to jack off immediately.
But how to find out if Mr Wilson was open to me pleasuring him? I was hopeful because he made a point of showing me his wife's panty drawer. Why would he do that except to guage my reaction? And he did ask me if I liked "that kind of thing."
I still didn't dare dress up in the tempting lingerie because Mr Wilson sometimes popped in unexpectedly and I didn't want him to catch me dressed up in his wife's underwear. Well, part of me DID want to get caught. And sometimes I would wear a pair of Mrs Wilson's panties under my shorts, even wearing them all the way home.
One day I brought my big fake titties I got online to the cottage. I kept them in my backpack hoping for an opportunity when I'd feel brave enough to put on a bra with the fake tits and have a quick jerk. This wasn't to be the day however as Mr Wilson came to the cottage unexpectedly midafternoon. "How are things going, Larry?" Mr Wilson called out from the porch.
"Pretty well, Sir," I replied. "The eaves are almost done and I should be able to wrap it up before it rains. I came down from the ladder to show him what I had accomplished so far today. I felt a bit of a thrill knowing that I was wearing a lacy pink pair of Mrs Wilson's thong panties under my shorts. I imagined that his hands had already been inside these very panties feeling his wife's pussy. But I had to distract myself with other thoughts to avoid getting an embarrassing hard-on!
"Looks great Larry," observed Mr. Wilson, "but I don't think you'll get it finished before the rain starts this afternoon. It's going to be a downpour - that's why I came home early. Why don't you come in and take a break? Anyway, there's something I want to talk to you about," he continued.
We both sat down on the couch. "why don't you go get us each a beer, Larry". So I got up and got two cans of beer out of the fridge. I wondered what he wanted to talk about.
"I want to ask you something, Larry" Mr. Wilson began. "It's no big deal but I do want the truth."
"Of course Mr. Wilson Sir, go ahead and ask me."
"Well I just want to know if you've been messing around with my wife's underwear?" he asked bluntly. I suddenly felt panic. I was shocked by the question especially while sitting in front of Mr Wilson secretly wearing his wife's panties.
"I, uh, well," I stumbled. "Yes, I did take another peek after you showed me her underwear drawer" I confessed.
"I thought so" said Mr. Wilson stroking his chin. "Like I said, it's no big deal, and I don't actually mind. But I want you to be careful to put everything back exactly how it was. I think you've been a bit careless because I checked her panty drawer a couple of times and noticed things out of place and that there are changes from day to day. That's how I knew you were checking out my wife's lingerie. I sort of expected it because of the way you reacted when I showed you Sara's panty drawer. I did that deliberately to see how you would respond," he explained.
"I'm so sorry Sir" I began but he interrupted me.
"Like I said I don't mind. In fact I've always been curious about crossdressers. You do put on some of the things, don't you, Larry?" he asked.
"Well, not really" I started. "I mean I did try on one pair of panties quickly just to see how they would look, but I put them back exactly where they were."
Mr Wilson leaned forward and asked, "Did you play with yourself while wearing my wife's panties?"
"Um, yes, a little" I fibbed.
"A little, eh?" Mr Wilson sounded doubtful. "I can't believe you didn't jack off Larry. It's only natural. But if you get cum on anything you will have to wash it appropriately and put it away. Do you know how to wash lingerie, Larry?" he asked.
"Not really Mr Wilson, but I will learn how to wash it properly, don't worry," I replied.
"And now that we've established that you like to dress up in women's underwear, what would you think about showing me how you look? I've had a thing for trannies and crossdressers for a while so I'm intrigued to see how you look dressed up. With your slight physique and long hair I bet you can look very feminine. Don't worry, no one will ever know that you dressed up for me," Mr Wilson said reassuringly.
I was reassured, and I did have a powerful urge to give him a show. "Ok, I guess I could throw on a few things but I don't normally do this sort of thing," I said unconvincingly.
"That's fine Larry, you only have to do it if you want to. But it sounds like you want to so I'm excited to see how you look," he said as he adjusted a big bulge in his pants.
"But I hope you're not dissapointed, Mr Wilson. I don't know how to do makeup and I don't have a wig."
"You have nice features Larry, and I'm sure you'll look lovely. Go change and surprise me!" he urged.
"Actually, I feel pretty grubby after all that scraping and painting. Do you mind if I have a shower first?" I asked.
"That's fine Larry. But why don't we have a shower together? I'd like to get to know you better!"
"Oh my gosh, Mr Wilson. I've never had a shower with a real man before but I'd love to!" I exclaimed. I couldn't wait to get my dirty work clothes off. My tiny clitty was stiff and uncomfortable. We both walked to the bathroom and I started to strip nude while Mr Wilson watched. I had my shorts half off when I remembered I was wearing Mrs Wilson's pink panties. I blushed when Mr Wilson gave me a knowing look and reached out to tug the waistband of the panties.
"This is exactly what I expected Larry. You've been enjoying my wife's lingerie all along. If I didn't like it so much I'd say you need a spanking. But for now let's have that shower."
"Mr. Wilson, I never expected that you would be gay," I said.
Mr Wilson started to undress. "Let's just say I've got some repressed 'bi' in me" he said. "With my wife away and a feminine young man keeping house for me, this looks like an opportunity to try a few things, don't you agree LARI"
"I'll try to be as feminine as I can for you, Mr Wilson", I said as I reached my hand out to touch his erect cock. It was huge, it was bigger than mine by 6", which always made me feel more feminine. We moved into the shower and let the warm water run down our bodies.
I moved closer to Mr Wilson, facing him, until our cocks touched. I soaped up my hands and started rubbing our cocks together, something I had always wanted to do. It felt so good squeezing our cocks with both of my hands. Mr Wilson was moaning and moving his hips gently in and out of my hands. Then he surprised me by moving his head toward mine and kissing me. It was the first time I had ever been kissed by a man and it was a thrill. I responded by opening my mouth so he could explore it with his tongue while I increased the tempo of cock-rubbing. After a few moments Mr Wilson broke off the kiss and said, "You better stop that Lari or I'll cum, and I don't want to do that yet."
Mr Wilson got out of the shower while I stayed in and made sure I was clean all over. I washed my hair and gave my cock, balls and bum crack a good soaping.
By now the rain had started and it pounded noisily on the metal roof. Mr Wilson put on a warm housecoat and made a fire in the wood stove while I went to the master bedroom to select the lingerie I would wear.
"I'll stay out here by the fire Lari," called out Mr Wilson. "Let me know when you're ready and I'll join you in the bedroom."
"It will just take a few minutes Master," I replied. A few minutes later I called out to Mr Wilson, "could you bring me my backpack, please? It's in the porch." Mr Wilson brought the backpack and I opened the door just enough so he could pass it to me without seeing me.
"I can't wait to see what you come up with Lari" Mr Wilson said excitedly. "By the way, I meant to ask you if you have a special name when you're dressed?"
"Um, I never really thought about that Mr Wilson," I replied. "Perhaps 'Lari' would work. What do you think?"
"Lari sounds just fine," Mr Wilson replied. "I'll sit tight waiting to see how slut Lari presents herself."
I felt pressure to dress quickly and to have a pleasing outfit. I pulled the fake silicone titties from my backpack and looked through the bras for one that would look especially good with them. Luckily Mrs Wilson had a big bust so most of the bras would work. But one white one caught my attention. It was mostly sheer fabric in the cups with lace around the edges and straps, and a pretty pink rose between the cups. I knew this one would show off the big pink aeroles and nipples of the titties. Then I had to find other white items to match. White sheer panties came next. And a pretty white garter belt. I selected a pair of tan stockings with a wide band of lace around the tops.
I quickly put on all of these treasures and twirled around in front of the mirror. I looked pretty decent I thought. Then I went to the closet and selected a babydoll that was light pink and practically transparent, with a short hemline and lots of lace around the edges. It had puffy sleeves which gave a coy air of modesty. I wanted to look demure but fuckable.
Before calling Mr Wilson in, I decided to put on just a touch of Mrs Wilson's eye shadow. I had bought a beginner's makeup kit but barely had a chance to practice with it because I was afraid of my mom finding out. Here in Mr Wilson's cottage, I felt secure and I wanted to look my best for him so I gave it a shot. With pink and white lingerie I went with black eyeshadow, 'Midnight'. I just put on a little and the effect was really nice. My eyes looked seductive and feminine, I felt I looked as good as I could.
"I'm ready Master, Sir," I called. I positioned myself in the middle of the bed sitting with my legs folded, my hands placed modestly in my lap.
"Oh my God Lari, you look stunning!" exclaimed Mr Wilson upon entering. "And what about your tits? They look really nice. I'd like to feel them."
Mr Wilson walked over to the bed. I could see his 9" cock making a big tent in the fabric of his housecoat. It was a thrill to know his hard-on was for me! He sat on the side of the bed and pulled himself up beside me. "I loved it when you kissed me in the shower", I whispered. Mr Wilson leaned toward me and we started kissing again.
Kissing is such a simple yet erotic act. I was loving being in Mr Wilson's arms with his mouth exploring mine. My stiff little clitty was so bound up in my panties that it hurt. Soon I had to change position and arrange my panties.
I sat on my knees on the bed and began to arrange my panties when Mr Wilson said, "How about pulling your panties down a little so I can have a better view?."
I was flattered that a real man was telling me how he wanted me to undress. I started to pull the panties down very slowly while swaying my hips and watching Mr Wilson's expressions of delight and lust. When I got to my tiny boner I gave the panties a tug and my little clitty sprang out. Mr Wilson seemed pleased as he reached out to touch it. Mr Wilson opened the drawer of a bedside table and pulled out a small tube of lube. Silently he squeezed some onto his hand then spread it on my clitty. He moved his slippery warm hands all over my clitty and balls. I was totally shaved down there which felt especially nice in his hands. Very quickly I squirted my small load onto his hand and the bedspread.
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Posted:Mar 16, 2024 8:50 am
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"Lari, when you arrive I want you to come in without knocking. Take your clothes off and fold them neatly somewhere. Then, get down on all fours with your legs spread wide, facing the mirror until I need you. Bring a buttplug but do not put it in yet."
I pulled up to the mansion a little after 3, took a deep breath, and got out of my car. I entered the back gate that led to Daddy's suite and, following his instructions, opened the door without knocking. I ascended the staircase and briefly glanced around the suite. Seeing and hearing nothing, I assumed that he was out and would be back soon. I breathed a sigh of relief. My tardiness would go unnoticed and unpunished. "Unless," I thought, "he's sitting somewhere quietly, watching to see if I follow his instructions." That thought frightened and excited me. I entered his bedroom and began to sreip nude, folding my clothes neatly at first in a pile. Then I heard the front door open.
Shit. It was going to be obvious that I was late if Daddy came up here and saw me still undressing. I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and got down on all fours. A full-length mirror was in front of me, through which I could see my little cock and tiny balls dangling underneath me. It looked so ridiculous and humiliating, and the fact that he would soon see this made me blush with shame. At the same time, my dicklet began to grow. If anything, this made the view even more ridiculous, and the cycle of shame, humiliation and arousal only made my clitty harder and my mind blurrier. I felt slightly drunk. He slowly ascended the staircase and stopped to look at me. I saw him smirk in the mirror, and then he turned and walked into the other room. I continued to wait, my anxiety growing and my arousal sustaining, until he came into the room.
"Oh, that's what I like to see. You followed my instructions exactly." Daddy caressed my back and butt. He smacked my ass hard with his open palm, and I let out a soft whimper in response.
"Stand up. I want to inspect you."
I obeyed.
He moved his eyes and hands all over my body and nodded approvingly. He grabbed the small head of my still fully erect clitty with his thumb and forefinger and scoffed.
"Oh my God Lari, are you aroused right now? Is this turning you on?"
I swallowed hard. "Yes, Daddy."
He laughed, moved his hand around my clitty a little, then cupped my balls.
"Wow, so tight. Slut, why are your balls so tight?"
"I... I don't know, Master."
With his hand facing up underneath my scrotum, he smacked my balls upwards a few times. I winced in pain. Daddy giggled.
He removed his hand and stood up. Then, from above, he smacked my erect clitty down softly.
"Does that hurt?"
He asked.
I should have lied. I should have writhed around in pain. I should have left. I shouldn't have enjoyed this. What kind of sick gurl begs for a man to hurt his manhood?
"No, Master I quietly replied.
He smacked it again much harder, and the pain was immediate. While not unbearable, it was a novel sensation and I let out a low grunt.
"How about that?"
"Yes... Sir" I stammered, resisting the urge to grab my cock and soothe it with my hand.
He smiled intensely and ordered me to get on my knees. Daddy walked over to the toybox and pulled out a collar. From behind me, he put the collar around my neck. At this moment I felt such incredible pride. It was all so clear. Obey Daddy, accept the pain with simplicity, and be honored.
"Get me the butt plug Lari."
I stood up and began walking over to my bag.
"Slut, did I say to get up?"
I stopped dead in my tracks and lowered myself onto my knees. I shuffled over to my bag and took out the plug and lube.
"Good gurl, get into your position."
I obeyed. He put on a surgival glove and applied lube. Slowly, he began to tease my boi pussy with his big finger, caressing it and slowly inserting the tip, rotating it and bringing it back out.
"So tight! You're gonna have to work on that for me. By the next time you come here I want you much looser."
"Yes Master," I stammered, feeling more and more drunk.
He inserted the length of his long finger and I let out an involuntary moan.
He removed his finger and grabbed the butt plug. It was large for what I was accustomed to, and he no doubt noticed the resistance as he began to insert it.
"Just relax," he said, not in his 'Master' voice, but in a soft and reassuring tone. His other hand then reached out and began massaging my balls. He pushed the plug part-way in, teasing it, and then pulled it out repeatedly. His other hand moved from my balls and began caressing my tiny mushroom head.
"Oh my God Lari, you're leaking!"
It was true, my clitty was hard and I could feel the precum dribbling out. As the caressing continued I let out a few involuntary moans. I began to think I could cum if this kept up. But, as if he had read my mind, he said "no cumming!" I did my best to obey, putting it out of my mind. But he didn't stop caressing the head, rotating his palm on it and rubbing it between his fingers. If this didn't stop in the next 30 seconds I was going to lose it. The buttplug slid all the way in.
"Good job! What a good boi" he exclaimed. I beamed with delight.
"Now then, I want you to fold the laundry on the bed, scrub the tub and shower clean, vacuum my bedroom, give me a foot rub, in that order. Get to it!"
The drunken feeling was overwhelming. My bimbo head was empty, lost at sea. My only desire was to please Daddy. My only thought was to obey. At this moment, for this afternoon, I was his puppet. His doll. His plaything. He could cuddle me, dress me up, or tear my head off. It was all the same to me.
I absentmindedly got up and began walking to the bed.
"Slut, who the fuck told you to stand?"
Again, I dropped to my knees and shuffled over. He stood and made to leave the room, but stopped at the door and looked down at my clothes. They had been hastily removed and left in a disorganized pile on the floor.
"You didn't listen to me. Didn't I tell you to put your clothes in a neat pile?"
"Yes Sir"
"Then why didn't you?"
"I heard you come home and wanted to be in the position by the time you came upstairs."
He scowled. "You were rushing."
"Yes Sir."
"Because you were late."
"Yes Sir."
"Stop folding the laundry. Lean over the bed. Stick your cut butt out."
I obeyed, terrified. I think he was taken aback by my display of fear, as he put a hand on my shoulder and whispered "you don't have to be so afraid," again in the soft and reassuring voice. But for me, the fear is the best part.
Daddy took out a heavy wooden paddle. I had never been paddled before.
"How late were you?" he asked.
"Five minutes."
"Okay, then I'm going to spank you five times."
He started off with a few soft ones, and asked me to rate them on a pain scale from 1-10. I answered honestly. They were 2's and 3's.
Then he spanked me in earnest. It was a stinging pain all over my butt, more intense than the spankings and floggings I was used to. I let out a grunt. He asked me to rate the pain. I replied that it was a 6.
"Hmm, that didn't seem like a 6 to me. I think that was an 8 or 9."
I knew he was right. If that was a 6, a 10 would leave me paralyzed. I was so thankful that he didn't take me at my word. He knew it could not be trusted. I would say and do anything to please Daddy, pain be damned.
He gave me another one, slightly harder this time. I grunted, low and hard. My cute butt was already on fire.
He paused.
"Ok, let's begin for real. What did I say? Ten swats?"
Before I could correct him the paddle came down hard, and then again, and then again. I did not think I could take ten, but I just gritted my teeth and reminded myself that the pain was only temporary, and that humans could always handle more pain than we assumed. He counted up as my mind went numb. I don't think I could have said the safeword even if I wanted to. But I was determined not to. I could take my punishment like a good gurl.
By the time it was over, I was laying with my head face-down in his clean laundry, sweating and whimpering.
"You're never going to be late again, are you?" Daddy asked.
"No Sir" I lied.
"Well Lari, get back to work."
I obeyed.
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