This semester should be pretty easy, I thought as I scurried to find a decent parking space. Taking classes to obtain my Master's is fulfilling, although last semester had been quite a stretch. Two nights a week, three hours a night after working a full eight hours a day was becoming quite stressful. My husband, bless his heart, had understood, he always did. Michael was a very lovable man, the main reason I loved, married, and respected him although I daydream occasionally. The fantasies were occurring more often now though. Idle minds, you know. Michael wouldn't have to worry about not spending enough time with me this semester because I was taking only one class.
I found a spot right up front...I was glad I made it on time. I liked to make a good impression, especially the first day of class. As it turns out, I knew the professor, I had him a couple of semesters earlier and he seems to like me. I was sure I could pull an A out of this class. I walk in the lab; there were a couple of people that I recognized from previous classes so took a seat up front. At 32, my eyesight definitely isn't what it used to be. Then again, who wants to sit up front? Oh, there in the 3rd row was the perfect spot. I took a seat and began looking for the class website online.
As I surfed the internet, I noticed a new face walk in the class. Never seen her beforeI thought... I thought I knew everyone in this program. The woman took a seat across the row from me, nearly 4 workstations away. A strange feeling came over me, a feeling of loss, although I clearly had no vested interest in where this woman sat. At any rate, I returned my attention to the virtual online class the professor had created for the students. I turned and heard a soft voice whisper excuse me. Before I could turn, the woman sat down in the workstation next to me, her bookbag and purse thrown on the desk. I'm usually a very confident person, but I smiled and said hello with a coy shyness. The woman responded and returned a smile. Her eyes were light brown, strikingly beautiful. I only looked into them briefly. The woman listened intently as the professor introduced himself and covered the course syllabus.
How did you get into the website?, the woman asked. I whispered directions to allow the woman to view the information needed. I felt good that I could be helpful to this woman who at times seemed unfamiliar with navigating the page. I found that although I was happy the woman sat here, I was unsure and nervous when dealing with her. There was something warm and inviting about this woman who seemed a bit nervous herself. At any rate the class ended and we parted with a smile. Second week of class, I found myself excited to return...I would make a special effort to be nice to this woman. After all, nice never hurt... just keep your cool. I remembered a trick I had tried often on many men... look him in the eyes. Amy (formerly known as the woman) made a sarcastic remark about the professor. I responded with a big laugh. She slid her chair close, to show me an article she found...my heart beat a little faster. Surely she knows that this is uncomfortable I thought...after all, Amy was clearly in that inner circle of space that only those close to a person should invade. Amy seemed unaware of this fact, maybe she is just that type of person, very open, unaware, sensual even. Surely she doesn't know about these things and how they affect a person...or maybe she does.
Between the professor's boring lecture, she made smart remarks, quite funny. I gathered my nerve and during the next exchange, looked Amy directly in those big browns.... She quickly darted her eyes away...then back...then away again. Very confusing . Well, class is ending now...better call Michael to make sure he's ready to leave. I use the phone briefly, noticing that Amy has already left classroom. I pack my things and turn to find that Amy has backtracked...looks as if she needed to use the phone also. I tinker with my briefcase a minute and then decide to leave...but wait...Amy quickly gets off the phone. What's she up to? I wonder. Amy approaches me, making small talk. Although my car is easily accessible from the front entrance, I decide to walk with her the long way, just to entertain myself. I like this woman. It makes me uneasy. Extremely talkative, brown-eyed and a bit spacey, Amy gave off warmth that I could not resist. She's probably this way with everyone, I mean, look how she talks in class. She will have a conversation with just about anybody on just about anything. Naturally outgoing Amy...no need to read anything into that right?
Tuesday night cannot come quick enough. I get to class right on time. Amy's already there talking up a storm. It seems that the professor will be late this time. We have an hour to spare. Amy and I talk about the presentation she needs to give next week. We take time to go outside and talk about our jobs, families and even plans for the future. I like this woman...I'm attracted to her mental energy...physically, I'm attracted also. We talk a lot over the next couple of weeks. Email daily, sometimes discussing work issues, other times just to say hello. I find myself thinking of a reason to talk with her. I notice also, that she asks for advice that's work-related, but she asks for information she could have easily gotten elsewhere. Finally, I get the nerve. I have an idea, I say. Let's get together this weekend to discuss our projects...I'll be fun yet productive! Sure she replies. Do you want to come to my house? I live alone so we should have plenty of peace and quiet That'll be great! How about Saturday? What time? I said Make it around 2:00 unless you have something better to do! Amy suggests.
I show up at her house around 2:30...she seemed so happy to see me. With bookbag on my arm, I said hello to her Persian cat and commented on her beautiful home. Her home was very warm and inviting much like her personality...bright colors and lots of plants and comfortable places to be. She gave me a tour of the house. Here's the den...I spend most of my time here wishing I wasn't single she laughed. Oh Amy, you shouldn't worry about that, with your looks and great personality, you'll find a man without a problem. I commented. Well, I don't know Amy remarked, After all, I'm 30 now...I'll be an old maid soon. I'm happy though, I'd just like to spend time with someone...good friends like you make it easier, but I could also use a little sex! Hey, well...you know...I can't help you there! I blushed. She looked at me with a small grin on her face, coming closer while moving a strand of my hair from my brow. Come on now she purred, her mouth only inches from mine. Are u sure there's nothing you can do? She laughed.
My heart is beating really fast now...I can't believe she is coming on to me. Oh God, don't let me mess this up. I've wanted this woman for weeks now. Take a deep breath, calm down, be cool, think of something sexy. I swallow really hard and look at her. She is just about the sexiest thing on earth at this moment. I regain my composure and decide to call her bluff. Don't play with me woman I whisper in her ear as I lean against her, leveraging myself against the kitchen countertop. You don't know what you're getting yourself into I've known she said while staring into my full mouth. You and I both know you're not here for homework she whispers. I kiss her neck...lightly at first. Then her ear and under her chin. I can smell her, clean, fresh with a slight musk that could only be her body chemistry. As I kiss the top of her chest, just above her breast, I hear her grasp for breath. When I look up into her eyes, I notice her lip trembling slightly. Is this desire or fear? I don't want her to be afraid of this or to feel any pressure. Are you sure you want this. You can tell me to stop at any time Amy. I mean it, Jesus, you're shaking I say, grabbing her hand. I'm sorry she explained. I may be in over my head. I've had fantasies of you and I together but I must confess that I have no idea what I'm doing here Hey, come on now...this is me you're talking to. We are friends no matter what, you know. I want you more than life itself right now but I have no problem doing without this if its best for you or our friendship. Don't be silly Amy replies. I'm a big girl, I can handle it. Just promise me nothing will change between us. I love having you as a friend.
I take her hand and put it around my waist. She hugs me from behind as I lead her to the bed. Millions of thoughts run through my head. I love this woman; I feel so close to her. I want to share myself with her and to reassure her that what I feel for her could never totally manifest itself physically...our physical relationship will only be a symptom of what we truly feel for each other. As she reclines on the bed, I bend over her, gathering her hands above her head. I kiss her small mouth, gently at first, adding my tongue only when invited. My God, the smell of this woman is intoxicating. As I undo her shirt, she looks at me and smiles. I see that she is relaxing now...willing and ready to experience the pleasure I have in store for her. I unbutton her bra to reveal ripe full breasts. I lick her nipple and she responds with a mumbled groan. As I manipulate it with my tongue, I feel the excitement she is obviously giving herself to. I go lower, lower, across her belly. As I remove her pants, I put my lips on her thigh and decide to kiss my way back up to her stomach. When I pass the area around her groin, her body responds...unable to remain still. Muscles tense at the pleasure to come. I decide not to torture her and remove her underwear. Bye I use my hand to lightly touch the hair atop her sweet pussy. A mixture of blonde brown soft hair covering her clit as if to hide the treasure. I use my finger to gently glide over her pussy lips, occasionally slipping inside to feel her wetness. I'm so excited now I must kiss her mouth once more. I give her a long stroking kiss...one meant to show her how serious this was.
This is your last chance baby I breathe into her breasts as I lower myself further. She responds by kissing my mouth, then my breasts with such intensity, I know that she wants exactly what I want. As I part her vaginal lips with my tongue, I decide that she is has the sweetest taste I've ever known. I use my tongue to circle her clit several times while my fingers enter her. Only one finger at first, slowly, gently, moving in and out, feeling her inside. I finally use my full lips to gently grasp her red, swollen, clit and give it a slight tug, touching its tip with the tip of my tongue. As I release her, I use my tongue to lick upwards, from her pussy back up to her clit using a slow swirling motion. I'm so overwhelmed at how giving her pleasure is exciting me. Her hands grasp the bed with white knuckles as she cries out. Oh God...Oh God...what are you doing to me? I knew you would be like this...AAAhhhhhhh.... Oh Baby. Don't stop...please, she cries, barely audible over the sounds of my mouth plunging into her wetness.
She is so wet right now...I use my tongue and lift my head an inch above her pussy. A string of her wetness connects the tip of my tongue to her clitoris. I can sense that this will end soon. I choose to leave her clit and to use my long tongue to enter her. As I slip my tongue into her wetness, she forcefully grabs my hair and pulls, raising herself. What follows is a frantic mesh of my enjoying the very taste and smell of her.At times, she pulls my head into her, as if to devour me within herself and at other times, she tries to push me away, but my hold on her buttocks give her no relief. She cries out in a mixture of agony and pleasure. Finally,she flexes her body and I feel that she is near. I use my fingers to enter her one last time as she screams in pure ecstasy. I feel her walls spasm against my moving fingers, slowly caressing her inside, extending her pleasure. I hate to be crude but what a great fuck she has turned out to be! Her hair clings to her perspiring forehead and dewy wetness cover her entire body. As I move off her, she follows as if attached, pinning me to the bed and straddling me naturally. I'm surprised at her assertiveness although I'm somewhat amused. She giggles a bit as I playfully squeeze her ass, taking time to examine how perfectly her hips lead to her thigh. She's not one of those Ally McBealish chicks, this is a real woman. Strong, yet soft, clean and natural. I could love her if it was allowed.
Not ready to give up control, I decide that my next move's reward would be greater than its risk. You see, she was right...I'd had no intention on working on some project when I arrived today. I playfully buck her off me, in an effort to go into the next room, promising to return with nourishment. I slip on my sweat pants and T-shirt and head into the next room while she is in the bathroom. I grab a Coke and chips from the kitchen and decide that the strap-on hidden in my bag would be her next delight. I carefully put it on, covering it with my sweatpants. Before she emerges from the bathroom, I'm back in bed hiding the surprise I have for her next. She jumps back into bed gleefully thanking me for my help with her problem. My desire is building for this woman as we talk and laugh, eating chips and kissing crumbs from each other's lips. She doesn't even notice the dildo I've attached...I'm waiting for the right approach. I finally get the balls to ask Amy, really, do you trust me? Sure I do...I care about you a lot and I know you care about me she replies. Good because I'm here for you, you know. I know we joke and play a lot but this friendship is very important to me. Even when you find Mr. Right, I want us together. Amy you deserve to be happy...I'll be whatever you need me to be to make that happen I knew I loved you for some reason. I was drawn to you the very first day. That's why I switched my seat in class she whispered as she joined her lips to mine. I need to be with you again she pleaded as she lifted herself above me.
I felt the time was right, struggling to keep a clear head as she gently sucked my nipples. I have something for you I said as I removed the sweatpants, revealing the big life-like dildo I'd brought along with me. Jeez Yoli...u tryin to kill me or something she laughed throatily. Not hardly sweetie. I want to make love to you, not fuck you. I trust you Yoli...you haven't let me down so far. Have your way with me she said with a smile. As I lay her on her back, I continue to kiss and caress her. She gets excited, zealously kissing my arms, my side, and almost any part of me available to her. I use my finger to touch gently inside her pussy...I need to gage whether or not she is ready. My ring finger slides inside her with ease, passing the test. I move the cock into position, taking care to enter her slowly and effortlessly. She stares directly into my eyes, and I carefully watch her expression. I feel her tense a bit, as the long cock rests against her cervix. I whisper in her ear to reassure her. I won't hurt you. I love you baby, I swear Slowly I move in and out of her, making sure that each stroke is long, purposeful, causing her body to writhe and move with my thrusts. Our bodies move in perfect sync and I hold her against me placing my arm in the small of her back, my head buried in her chest. This feeling is so powerful...watching her, knowing that I'm having this effect on her. She can barely respond as I question her, begging to know what she feels. I don't want this to end...its so intense.
I have to break away to shift my position and to keep my sanity. I lift her to me, bracing my arm across her back. She momentarily cries out as the big dick plunges into her because of the new positioning. She's on top now, in full control. She adjusts her position, using her thighs to gage the depth of the tool. I'm sitting up now with my head staring into her chest and she moves wantonly above me. I lick and kiss each breast while she powerfully works toward her orgasm. As the feelings intensify, she wraps her arms around my shoulders, hugging me like a frightened child. I use my hands to support her, holding her steady by her waist as she moves up and down in rhythm. Finally, she pushes against my shoulders, bending herself back, as she surrenders to the deepest of emotions. I hold her tightly as she cries, digging her short nails deep into my back. As the motion subsides, she slowly rocks above me, whimpering and kissing my forehead. I look up to find her eyes full of tears.
Are you all right Amy? I asked with deep concern. I'm more than all right. I can't believe how you make me feel. Oh God, don't let me be a lesbian she jokes. I don't think you're a lesbian, not that there's anything wrong with that. We're friends and we've been intimate. There's nothing to be ashamed of I respond. We lay together exhausted from our tryst. I lay my head on her chest just above her heart. I want to stay here forever, but that's not feasible. I need to get home. I have to go Amy. I've lost track of time. I explain. You can't go now. I've done nothing to satisfy you she replies while caressing my abdomen. I am satisfied...being with you satisfies me. Maybe next time, when we have more time. I can't get enough of you Yoli. Promise me you'll be my friend forever. She says as I slip on my pants and shirt. I tuck my hair behind my ear and lean over her on the bed kissing her mouth gently, then the tip of her
nose.
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Friday, February 13, 2009
Sunday, January 27, 2008
emily's strange tale
Emily used her hands to cover her face as she cried and begged. "Pleaseee! Abby Pleaseeee! I couldn't help it. He had me so excited that he was doing it before I realized it. Pleaseeee don't be upset. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "Not as sorry as you're going to be. Now turn over!" Abby demanded sternly as she pulled at Emily's shoulder. With Emily laying on her stomach crying into the pillow, Abby quickly reached under the corner of the bed and brought out a leather wrist cuff. The cuff was attached to the corner-post of the massive headboard of the bed. Taking Emily's right arm she pulled the girl's wrist to the cuff locking it. After cuffing the left wrist, she slapped Emily's ass with her open palm ordering her harshly. "Raise up you little nypho slut bitch. I want to put these pillows under you.
" Emily used her knees and dutifully obeyed as she again pleaded "Pleassee darling don't. It won't happen again." Abby stuffed the pillows under the sobbing girl's hips and stomach. Then she went to the foot of the bed where she spread the bound girl's legs wide apart before attaching cuffs to her ankles. She chuckled to herself as she stood and watched Emily clench her buttocks in a vain attempt to make her ass a smaller target. Reaching down Abby opened a large antique oak trunk, rummaging around inside she pulled out a black razor strap. Letting the trunk lid slam shut she held the leather strip up with both hands. Emily still crying and begging was peering over her shoulder trying to focus her tear filled eyes on what Abby had in her hands.
There were things in that chest that she was deathly afraid to have applied to her body. Some of Abby's punishment and discipline toys could really hurt and do serious damage if applied to harshly. She knew Abby loved her and would never do anything to damage or permanently scar her. She was always fearful of being disfigure while being whipped, she couldn't help it. It was something that always flooded her mind just before a session began. Abby raised the strap up to shoulder height then swung it downward with her right arm, it landed with a loud crack on Emily's right thigh. Pain exploded inside the girl's head and she screamed out and jerked upward in her bonds. In a flash Abby was around the bed and had her hand clamped over the girl's mouth. As she continued to struggle Abby calmly ask, "Do I have to gag you?" Emily frantically shook her head no. She hated gags, especially the one that was shaped like a man's penis. Their toy box only contained two of the devices.
She remembered the day Abby brought it home. Abby had purchased the cock gag as a joke telling her: "It's for those times when I miss and hit your delicious little puss instead of your inner thigh's. With this filling your sweet mouth the neighbors won't call the police," she had laughed. Making Emily hold and feel the hard black rubber device she continued. "I don't think I'll have to use it often, darling. You should certainly know I seldom miss what I aim for. Besides I only punish and discipline you because I love you. By spanking and punishing you I show you how much I care about you. Now let's see how this black monster fits?" Taking the gag she tapped Emily's pouting lips with it's fat black head. Playfully Abby commanded. "Open wide and I'll ease it in so that we can properly adjust the straps." Closing her eyes, Emily's lips trembled and quivered. Meekly her sensuous lips slowly parted and she opens her mouth wide. Abby smiles at her lover submission.
Carefully she inserts the gag letting it slide along the girl's tongue making sure she does not choke. Giggling she request "Now say Ah for the nice lady doctor." Emily is frozen with fear. Breathing heavily through her nose Emily she is relieved went the rubber head did not touch the back of her throat. At first she was apprehensive and almost panic stricken until she realized the shaft was not choking her. It merely fill her mouth and made speaking impossible. Abby quickly tightened and adjusted the head straps then eased the saliva soaked phallus from her mouth. Seeing the fright in the girl's eyes she quickly kissed her saying.
"This tiny black dick is a joke darling. The only thing I want to stuff down you throat is my tongue." She then French kiss Emily taking her breath away. The penis gag had been in the chest with the rest of their toys ever since that day and was never mentioned again. Emily was now terrified that Abby would choose the penis gag. Keeping her hand in place Abby stared into the girl pleading blue eyes then spoke. "As you wish but if you scream too loudly I will silence you and double your punishment. You have been warned now! Do you want to reconsider the gag?" Again Emily shook her head no.
She did not want to be gagged nor did she want the neighbors or anyone to know that her lover was whipping her for letting a male put a hickey on her. It was humiliating and shameful enough that she submitted herself to Abby but to have someone know of her submission. It would be too much, she would just die of embarrassment, she thought. She told herself she would groan, beg and plead but not scream. She never wanted to have that black cock in her mouth again and a real flesh and blood penis was out the question. Abby could cut off her clitoris and sew up her slit but she would rather die than perform orally for a male. Abby drew her tear soaked hand away cautiously expecting to hear more pleading. The young girl did not speak but a shudder passed down her body from head to toe. Abby traced her quivering lips with her finger tip then commanded.
"Kiss the razor strap and ask me to give you the punishment that you deserve." Abby brought the three inch wide black strap to within an inch of Emily's still trembling lips. Straining her neck forward Emily's lips touched the supple leather. Looking up at her lover she took a deep breath then spoke rapidly in one long breath. "I very humbly beg you pardon for allowing a male to mark me and I promise you....." A pair of stinging slaps to the ass interrupted her: "That's not the only reason you're being disciplined. You were going to conceal your little passion mark from me. You purposely left that little episode out when you described how that man fucked you. Now begin again. Ask for forgiveness and your punishment like the good little girl I've trained you to be." Chocking back her sobs Emily docilely resumed: "I beg your pardon for allowing a male to mark me and for not tell you and showing you immediately upon my return home... and ... and... I going to submit with gratitude and docility to the discipline which I justly deserve.
Please darling punish me as severely as you think best. I pray that I learn from this correction. I will never try to conceal or hide anything from you ever again. Please punish me now!" Having uttered what she hoped was appropriate she burst out with a plea for mercy. "Oh, darling, take pity on me, don't be to severe .... I was going to show and tell you about the hickey, I swear." Abby stood and picked up the strap lying next to the tear streaked face. Bending down she kiss Emily's damp cheek then moved down and brushed her lips over the twin hillock's of white flesh. The skin of Emily thigh was tinged a faint shade of pink from the earlier stroke of the strap. But the skin on her buttocks was a creamy snowy white and unblemished, the swats from her hand having already faded.
To Abby, Emily was most appealing and sexy when she had tears in her eyes and welts on bottom. Straighting up Abby could feel her nipples harden at the thoughts of what was about to happen. Her clit was tingling and her pussy lips were starting to swell and separate with her growing excitement. Soon those beautiful full buttocks would be bright red and burning with painful stripes and welts. As would be the backs of her thighs and especially the tender sensitive inner thighs. Emily would learn, you hide absolutely nothing! Emily's bottom twitching in terrified anticipation of the first stroke of her whipping. She had secretly wished for this a few minutes ago but now that it was a reality it was a different matter. She told herself this is what she deserves and if she submitted it would prove her love for Abby and not a man. Abby brought the strap down with considerable strength across the naked globes of Emily's delectable rounded butt.
The lash marked the snowy white cheeks with a bright red splotch. Abby's clit grew as her slit started to glisten with her sweet nectar. Emily mouth open wide but she suppressed her overwhelming desire to scream. Instead she arched up pulling at her bonds then flattened herself back to the bed and piteously groaned: "Ohhh it hurts so, pardon, pardon. I'll never do it again ... never again ... Ohh have mercy. ... Ouuuuuueeeee!!! Ouuuuuueeee Arrrrch Ohhh!" Within minutes Emily's ass and thighs were fiery red and welts crisscrossed the once creamy smooth skin. Her ass was dancing all around as her hips weaved and gyrated in every direction her bonds would allow. Her face was now buried in the pillow and only the muffled shrieks of anguish and pleas for leniency could be heard above the sound of leather meeting naked flesh. Her buttocks would clench and unclench as the lashes landed. Abby noticed that Emily's dainty pink pucker anus, open and closed with each spasm of pain. "Yes!!" Abby thought to herself "her bunghole is cute, quite pretty really and yet so dainty and small.
Emily will definitely undergo Anal Training starting tomorrow she decided." She could just picture Emily down on all fours, her thighs slightly spread and her hands holding her own ass cheeks widely apart. She would be obediently begging for anal intercourse from her Mistress. She remember seeing a rectal section in one of those porno shops on Second Avenue last month. If anyone would have the equipment for Emily's Anal Training, they would. She would go and see what they had. As her pussy contracted and quivered with a mini orgasm she knew she wanted to feel Emily's lips and velvet tongue paying homage to own nether region again. The feeling of a tongue pushing past her sphincter and into her anal canal had been highly sensual and erotic. The heat that the strap was producing in Emily's ass was affecting her tits and cunt. Her nipples were now erect, her pussy was flooded with her juices and her clitoris was ready to explode. Her internal muscles were contracting on the tampon deep inside her. It was if the tampon was a man's dick or the dildo that she and Abby loved to use on each other.
She was on the verge of orgasm when Abby suddenly stopped whipping her. Squirming and wriggling around she tried desperately to achieve the climax she was so close too. Abby also could tell that the girl was aroused sexually but she knew that if Emily orgasmed the lesson she wanted to convey could be lost in the ecstasy and bliss of cumming. Yes she would mark Emily but not with a hickey. She wanted her love to freely consent to wear her marks. Perhaps a tattoo or body piercing, she had seen pictures showing gold rings piercing nipples and vagina lips in magazines. But first pregnancy then even more intensive training for her lover. She now wanted their relationship to go far beyond just having Emily as her submissive lesbian mate. She wanted Emily to be her slave.
A slave who would obey her every whim. It would take time. She knew that Emily was naturally submissive and already deeply in love with her. She wanted to test the girl's submissive limits and her own ability to total dominate someone. With the right approach and patience training Emily would eagerly obey any command no matter how shameful or humiliating it was. Her pregnancy would be the start of this new dimension for their relationship. Bringing the strap down one last time Abby aimed between the jutting bottomcheeks for the pink-lipped orifice framed by the silken thatch of golden pubic hair. The last stroke was to be directly on Emily's pussy.
That would show her to whom she belonged. At having her pussy hit Emily was unable to control herself any longer. She shrieked and screamed at the top of her lungs while trying to break her restraining bonds. Intense shock register itself in her consciousness as she desperately tried to clamp her thighs shut as indescribable searing pain swept through her cunt. Weeping tearfully, Emily somehow found her voice and implored her lover. "NO! No! Not there! Pleaseeeeee ... Not My Puss ... I can't take it. Ohhhh! It HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!" Tossing the razor strap onto the closed chest Abby announced: "I'm going out! While I'm gone I want you to meditate on why you were whipped, I'll be back later to untie you. But first kiss my hand and thank me for taking the time and trouble to disciple you." Sobbing uncontrollably, Emily repeatedly kissed the hand presented to her. While the girl continued to sob and kiss her hand, Abby admonished her in a soft voice saying. "Hush! Hush now, it's all over.
I forgive and pardon you. I know you want let it happen again. I love you my darling that why I punish you, because I love you. You love me to don't you?" "YES! YES! Abby I do" she whimpered. Abby gently kiss her forehead saying "That's why you submit to me isn't it my baby." Emily could only nod her head as she continued to sob. Abby caressed and fondled the girl's silken tresses until she was could speak again. Sniffling Emily began to slowly mumbled. "I thank you for the trouble you have taken in whipping me." With tears trickling from her eyes again Emily sobbed out begging. "Darling don't go, I want to show you how much I love you. I will hide nothing from you ever again. PLEASEEEE STAY, I need you to hold me!" Draping a blanket over the still bound and naked Emily, Abby put on a pair of jeans and a man's flannel shirt. Pulling on her suede boots, she went to the closet for her black leather coat. She stopped at the door and looked back at the softly sobbing figure on the bed. Turned off the lights she spoke softly saying.
"I'll be back soon and we'll talk." A moment later the front door of the apartment could be heard closing. Emily continued to cry softly in the darkened room after Abby left. Her ass and the backs of her thighs still radiating heat. It was a prickly burning heat that she wanted to sooth away with her hands. What bothered her the most was not the anguish she felt in her abused welted buttocks and thighs but her cunt. Her pussy throbbed with pain yet her clit was erect, still tingling with aroused excitement. She want to CUM; to reach a climax but how? She was still securely restrained. At first she frantically tried to stimulate herself to orgasm by grinding and rotating her pelvis and hips into the pillows stuffed beneath her. She tried rubbing her stiff nipples against the rough texture of the bed spread. She contracted her cunt muscles squeezing the tampon.
Nothing seemed to working. Frustrated at not achieving her goal of sexual release, Emily began to struggle against her bonds. She hoped to slip her hand from the cuffs which held her. Panting and exhausted she gave up trying to free herself. Slowly she resigned herself that she would not be permitted to reach an orgasm until Abby allowed it. She went limp sobbing and whimpering "Abby, Oh Abby my love, I wish you were here. I would show you how much I love you. I will do anything to prove my love, just ask and I will obey instantly without question. Anything darling! Anything at all, as long as you love me. I am yours Abby darling. I will be whatever you want me to be. I love you Abby. I love you, I DO! I DO!" Abby was relieved when no cops pounced on her when she opened the apartment door to leave. She was frighted that one of the neighbors might have called the police, Emily last scream had been ear shattering. She should have insisted on the gag but then she would not have heard the begging and pleading which she loved.
The quiver in Emily's voice and her shrieks and pleas were music to her ears just like her tears were a joy to see. Disciplining and punishing the girl always aroused her and made her hot and horny. Knowing that she was the one who decorated that lovely body with stripes and welts inevitably made her nipples swell to hard little points and her pussy slick and wet with desire. Shaking her head Abby mutter to herself. "Something has to be done." Slave Training Emily in the apartment could land her behind bars, and with the baby where would they put everything? Moving wouldn't fix the problem. There could be nosy inquisitive do-gooder neighbors who could report her to the authorities. Building or buying were the only solutions.
They could easily afford to build or buy a house. She had invested most of her salary and the income from her trust-fund. Her portfolio of stocks, bonds and securities was now worth in excess of three hundred and fifty thousand. Yes, buying a house would fit her plans perfectly. A secluded house would give her the privacy and the room she would need for dominating her lover so completely. A house with a large unfinished basement would be ideal. The basement could be made into an almost soundproof punishment-training chamber. It could be decorated and equipped with bondage and S/M paraphernalia. The instruments of pain and pleasure, Abby had always dreamed and fantasized of having and using on a willing slave. The house could be an added reward for getting pregnant.
She had already told Emily that she could quit her job as soon as a medical doctor pronounced her with child. Having her own home would make Emily deliriously happy and all the more enthusiastic and eager to bear her a child. Starting the car Abby headed toward Second Avenue, if a man wanted to fuck her baby's ass before he impregnated her, so be it. She had taken Emily's maidenhead with her strap on dildo. Now she would be the one to take her little darling anal cherry too. The thoughts of her fucking that tight firm ass was making her panties moist. She could have kicked herself for not getting into this ass and anal stuff a lot sooner. It had just never occurred to her that buttock's and rectum's were such erogenous places. She could see all sort's of possibilities for her and Emily in this area for the future. She would stretch and enlarge Emily nether hole over the coming days until she was at her next fertile peak. Then send her out again.
This time ready for butt-fucking if necessary in order to get her pregnant and ready for enslavement into the world of Dominance and Submission. She also wanted to see just how servile, humble and obedient Emily would become in regard to her pink pucker anus and bottom-cheeks. Their ass playing early made her realize just how sensitive her own ass was. She was not sure she wanted to be sodomized herself but it was something she might consider someday. If Emily could be made to commit this ultimate act of intimacy could she live out another fantasy and piss on her or better yet make the girl drink her urine? Abby didn't know if her dominate nature would allow her to go that far but she was optimistic and hopeful that she had what it would take.
Abby gripped the steering wheel tightly as she realized she was panting for breath and that her body had begun to shiver. Dropping a hand between her thighs she cupped her crotch and tried to massage and stroke her pulsating clitoris through her jeans and panties. The mere pressure of her fingers down there triggered her climax. She had cum just thinking of what she was going to do to Emily.from sextails.com
" Emily used her knees and dutifully obeyed as she again pleaded "Pleassee darling don't. It won't happen again." Abby stuffed the pillows under the sobbing girl's hips and stomach. Then she went to the foot of the bed where she spread the bound girl's legs wide apart before attaching cuffs to her ankles. She chuckled to herself as she stood and watched Emily clench her buttocks in a vain attempt to make her ass a smaller target. Reaching down Abby opened a large antique oak trunk, rummaging around inside she pulled out a black razor strap. Letting the trunk lid slam shut she held the leather strip up with both hands. Emily still crying and begging was peering over her shoulder trying to focus her tear filled eyes on what Abby had in her hands.
There were things in that chest that she was deathly afraid to have applied to her body. Some of Abby's punishment and discipline toys could really hurt and do serious damage if applied to harshly. She knew Abby loved her and would never do anything to damage or permanently scar her. She was always fearful of being disfigure while being whipped, she couldn't help it. It was something that always flooded her mind just before a session began. Abby raised the strap up to shoulder height then swung it downward with her right arm, it landed with a loud crack on Emily's right thigh. Pain exploded inside the girl's head and she screamed out and jerked upward in her bonds. In a flash Abby was around the bed and had her hand clamped over the girl's mouth. As she continued to struggle Abby calmly ask, "Do I have to gag you?" Emily frantically shook her head no. She hated gags, especially the one that was shaped like a man's penis. Their toy box only contained two of the devices.
She remembered the day Abby brought it home. Abby had purchased the cock gag as a joke telling her: "It's for those times when I miss and hit your delicious little puss instead of your inner thigh's. With this filling your sweet mouth the neighbors won't call the police," she had laughed. Making Emily hold and feel the hard black rubber device she continued. "I don't think I'll have to use it often, darling. You should certainly know I seldom miss what I aim for. Besides I only punish and discipline you because I love you. By spanking and punishing you I show you how much I care about you. Now let's see how this black monster fits?" Taking the gag she tapped Emily's pouting lips with it's fat black head. Playfully Abby commanded. "Open wide and I'll ease it in so that we can properly adjust the straps." Closing her eyes, Emily's lips trembled and quivered. Meekly her sensuous lips slowly parted and she opens her mouth wide. Abby smiles at her lover submission.
Carefully she inserts the gag letting it slide along the girl's tongue making sure she does not choke. Giggling she request "Now say Ah for the nice lady doctor." Emily is frozen with fear. Breathing heavily through her nose Emily she is relieved went the rubber head did not touch the back of her throat. At first she was apprehensive and almost panic stricken until she realized the shaft was not choking her. It merely fill her mouth and made speaking impossible. Abby quickly tightened and adjusted the head straps then eased the saliva soaked phallus from her mouth. Seeing the fright in the girl's eyes she quickly kissed her saying.
"This tiny black dick is a joke darling. The only thing I want to stuff down you throat is my tongue." She then French kiss Emily taking her breath away. The penis gag had been in the chest with the rest of their toys ever since that day and was never mentioned again. Emily was now terrified that Abby would choose the penis gag. Keeping her hand in place Abby stared into the girl pleading blue eyes then spoke. "As you wish but if you scream too loudly I will silence you and double your punishment. You have been warned now! Do you want to reconsider the gag?" Again Emily shook her head no.
She did not want to be gagged nor did she want the neighbors or anyone to know that her lover was whipping her for letting a male put a hickey on her. It was humiliating and shameful enough that she submitted herself to Abby but to have someone know of her submission. It would be too much, she would just die of embarrassment, she thought. She told herself she would groan, beg and plead but not scream. She never wanted to have that black cock in her mouth again and a real flesh and blood penis was out the question. Abby could cut off her clitoris and sew up her slit but she would rather die than perform orally for a male. Abby drew her tear soaked hand away cautiously expecting to hear more pleading. The young girl did not speak but a shudder passed down her body from head to toe. Abby traced her quivering lips with her finger tip then commanded.
"Kiss the razor strap and ask me to give you the punishment that you deserve." Abby brought the three inch wide black strap to within an inch of Emily's still trembling lips. Straining her neck forward Emily's lips touched the supple leather. Looking up at her lover she took a deep breath then spoke rapidly in one long breath. "I very humbly beg you pardon for allowing a male to mark me and I promise you....." A pair of stinging slaps to the ass interrupted her: "That's not the only reason you're being disciplined. You were going to conceal your little passion mark from me. You purposely left that little episode out when you described how that man fucked you. Now begin again. Ask for forgiveness and your punishment like the good little girl I've trained you to be." Chocking back her sobs Emily docilely resumed: "I beg your pardon for allowing a male to mark me and for not tell you and showing you immediately upon my return home... and ... and... I going to submit with gratitude and docility to the discipline which I justly deserve.
Please darling punish me as severely as you think best. I pray that I learn from this correction. I will never try to conceal or hide anything from you ever again. Please punish me now!" Having uttered what she hoped was appropriate she burst out with a plea for mercy. "Oh, darling, take pity on me, don't be to severe .... I was going to show and tell you about the hickey, I swear." Abby stood and picked up the strap lying next to the tear streaked face. Bending down she kiss Emily's damp cheek then moved down and brushed her lips over the twin hillock's of white flesh. The skin of Emily thigh was tinged a faint shade of pink from the earlier stroke of the strap. But the skin on her buttocks was a creamy snowy white and unblemished, the swats from her hand having already faded.
To Abby, Emily was most appealing and sexy when she had tears in her eyes and welts on bottom. Straighting up Abby could feel her nipples harden at the thoughts of what was about to happen. Her clit was tingling and her pussy lips were starting to swell and separate with her growing excitement. Soon those beautiful full buttocks would be bright red and burning with painful stripes and welts. As would be the backs of her thighs and especially the tender sensitive inner thighs. Emily would learn, you hide absolutely nothing! Emily's bottom twitching in terrified anticipation of the first stroke of her whipping. She had secretly wished for this a few minutes ago but now that it was a reality it was a different matter. She told herself this is what she deserves and if she submitted it would prove her love for Abby and not a man. Abby brought the strap down with considerable strength across the naked globes of Emily's delectable rounded butt.
The lash marked the snowy white cheeks with a bright red splotch. Abby's clit grew as her slit started to glisten with her sweet nectar. Emily mouth open wide but she suppressed her overwhelming desire to scream. Instead she arched up pulling at her bonds then flattened herself back to the bed and piteously groaned: "Ohhh it hurts so, pardon, pardon. I'll never do it again ... never again ... Ohh have mercy. ... Ouuuuuueeeee!!! Ouuuuuueeee Arrrrch Ohhh!" Within minutes Emily's ass and thighs were fiery red and welts crisscrossed the once creamy smooth skin. Her ass was dancing all around as her hips weaved and gyrated in every direction her bonds would allow. Her face was now buried in the pillow and only the muffled shrieks of anguish and pleas for leniency could be heard above the sound of leather meeting naked flesh. Her buttocks would clench and unclench as the lashes landed. Abby noticed that Emily's dainty pink pucker anus, open and closed with each spasm of pain. "Yes!!" Abby thought to herself "her bunghole is cute, quite pretty really and yet so dainty and small.
Emily will definitely undergo Anal Training starting tomorrow she decided." She could just picture Emily down on all fours, her thighs slightly spread and her hands holding her own ass cheeks widely apart. She would be obediently begging for anal intercourse from her Mistress. She remember seeing a rectal section in one of those porno shops on Second Avenue last month. If anyone would have the equipment for Emily's Anal Training, they would. She would go and see what they had. As her pussy contracted and quivered with a mini orgasm she knew she wanted to feel Emily's lips and velvet tongue paying homage to own nether region again. The feeling of a tongue pushing past her sphincter and into her anal canal had been highly sensual and erotic. The heat that the strap was producing in Emily's ass was affecting her tits and cunt. Her nipples were now erect, her pussy was flooded with her juices and her clitoris was ready to explode. Her internal muscles were contracting on the tampon deep inside her. It was if the tampon was a man's dick or the dildo that she and Abby loved to use on each other.
She was on the verge of orgasm when Abby suddenly stopped whipping her. Squirming and wriggling around she tried desperately to achieve the climax she was so close too. Abby also could tell that the girl was aroused sexually but she knew that if Emily orgasmed the lesson she wanted to convey could be lost in the ecstasy and bliss of cumming. Yes she would mark Emily but not with a hickey. She wanted her love to freely consent to wear her marks. Perhaps a tattoo or body piercing, she had seen pictures showing gold rings piercing nipples and vagina lips in magazines. But first pregnancy then even more intensive training for her lover. She now wanted their relationship to go far beyond just having Emily as her submissive lesbian mate. She wanted Emily to be her slave.
A slave who would obey her every whim. It would take time. She knew that Emily was naturally submissive and already deeply in love with her. She wanted to test the girl's submissive limits and her own ability to total dominate someone. With the right approach and patience training Emily would eagerly obey any command no matter how shameful or humiliating it was. Her pregnancy would be the start of this new dimension for their relationship. Bringing the strap down one last time Abby aimed between the jutting bottomcheeks for the pink-lipped orifice framed by the silken thatch of golden pubic hair. The last stroke was to be directly on Emily's pussy.
That would show her to whom she belonged. At having her pussy hit Emily was unable to control herself any longer. She shrieked and screamed at the top of her lungs while trying to break her restraining bonds. Intense shock register itself in her consciousness as she desperately tried to clamp her thighs shut as indescribable searing pain swept through her cunt. Weeping tearfully, Emily somehow found her voice and implored her lover. "NO! No! Not there! Pleaseeeeee ... Not My Puss ... I can't take it. Ohhhh! It HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!" Tossing the razor strap onto the closed chest Abby announced: "I'm going out! While I'm gone I want you to meditate on why you were whipped, I'll be back later to untie you. But first kiss my hand and thank me for taking the time and trouble to disciple you." Sobbing uncontrollably, Emily repeatedly kissed the hand presented to her. While the girl continued to sob and kiss her hand, Abby admonished her in a soft voice saying. "Hush! Hush now, it's all over.
I forgive and pardon you. I know you want let it happen again. I love you my darling that why I punish you, because I love you. You love me to don't you?" "YES! YES! Abby I do" she whimpered. Abby gently kiss her forehead saying "That's why you submit to me isn't it my baby." Emily could only nod her head as she continued to sob. Abby caressed and fondled the girl's silken tresses until she was could speak again. Sniffling Emily began to slowly mumbled. "I thank you for the trouble you have taken in whipping me." With tears trickling from her eyes again Emily sobbed out begging. "Darling don't go, I want to show you how much I love you. I will hide nothing from you ever again. PLEASEEEE STAY, I need you to hold me!" Draping a blanket over the still bound and naked Emily, Abby put on a pair of jeans and a man's flannel shirt. Pulling on her suede boots, she went to the closet for her black leather coat. She stopped at the door and looked back at the softly sobbing figure on the bed. Turned off the lights she spoke softly saying.
"I'll be back soon and we'll talk." A moment later the front door of the apartment could be heard closing. Emily continued to cry softly in the darkened room after Abby left. Her ass and the backs of her thighs still radiating heat. It was a prickly burning heat that she wanted to sooth away with her hands. What bothered her the most was not the anguish she felt in her abused welted buttocks and thighs but her cunt. Her pussy throbbed with pain yet her clit was erect, still tingling with aroused excitement. She want to CUM; to reach a climax but how? She was still securely restrained. At first she frantically tried to stimulate herself to orgasm by grinding and rotating her pelvis and hips into the pillows stuffed beneath her. She tried rubbing her stiff nipples against the rough texture of the bed spread. She contracted her cunt muscles squeezing the tampon.
Nothing seemed to working. Frustrated at not achieving her goal of sexual release, Emily began to struggle against her bonds. She hoped to slip her hand from the cuffs which held her. Panting and exhausted she gave up trying to free herself. Slowly she resigned herself that she would not be permitted to reach an orgasm until Abby allowed it. She went limp sobbing and whimpering "Abby, Oh Abby my love, I wish you were here. I would show you how much I love you. I will do anything to prove my love, just ask and I will obey instantly without question. Anything darling! Anything at all, as long as you love me. I am yours Abby darling. I will be whatever you want me to be. I love you Abby. I love you, I DO! I DO!" Abby was relieved when no cops pounced on her when she opened the apartment door to leave. She was frighted that one of the neighbors might have called the police, Emily last scream had been ear shattering. She should have insisted on the gag but then she would not have heard the begging and pleading which she loved.
The quiver in Emily's voice and her shrieks and pleas were music to her ears just like her tears were a joy to see. Disciplining and punishing the girl always aroused her and made her hot and horny. Knowing that she was the one who decorated that lovely body with stripes and welts inevitably made her nipples swell to hard little points and her pussy slick and wet with desire. Shaking her head Abby mutter to herself. "Something has to be done." Slave Training Emily in the apartment could land her behind bars, and with the baby where would they put everything? Moving wouldn't fix the problem. There could be nosy inquisitive do-gooder neighbors who could report her to the authorities. Building or buying were the only solutions.
They could easily afford to build or buy a house. She had invested most of her salary and the income from her trust-fund. Her portfolio of stocks, bonds and securities was now worth in excess of three hundred and fifty thousand. Yes, buying a house would fit her plans perfectly. A secluded house would give her the privacy and the room she would need for dominating her lover so completely. A house with a large unfinished basement would be ideal. The basement could be made into an almost soundproof punishment-training chamber. It could be decorated and equipped with bondage and S/M paraphernalia. The instruments of pain and pleasure, Abby had always dreamed and fantasized of having and using on a willing slave. The house could be an added reward for getting pregnant.
She had already told Emily that she could quit her job as soon as a medical doctor pronounced her with child. Having her own home would make Emily deliriously happy and all the more enthusiastic and eager to bear her a child. Starting the car Abby headed toward Second Avenue, if a man wanted to fuck her baby's ass before he impregnated her, so be it. She had taken Emily's maidenhead with her strap on dildo. Now she would be the one to take her little darling anal cherry too. The thoughts of her fucking that tight firm ass was making her panties moist. She could have kicked herself for not getting into this ass and anal stuff a lot sooner. It had just never occurred to her that buttock's and rectum's were such erogenous places. She could see all sort's of possibilities for her and Emily in this area for the future. She would stretch and enlarge Emily nether hole over the coming days until she was at her next fertile peak. Then send her out again.
This time ready for butt-fucking if necessary in order to get her pregnant and ready for enslavement into the world of Dominance and Submission. She also wanted to see just how servile, humble and obedient Emily would become in regard to her pink pucker anus and bottom-cheeks. Their ass playing early made her realize just how sensitive her own ass was. She was not sure she wanted to be sodomized herself but it was something she might consider someday. If Emily could be made to commit this ultimate act of intimacy could she live out another fantasy and piss on her or better yet make the girl drink her urine? Abby didn't know if her dominate nature would allow her to go that far but she was optimistic and hopeful that she had what it would take.
Abby gripped the steering wheel tightly as she realized she was panting for breath and that her body had begun to shiver. Dropping a hand between her thighs she cupped her crotch and tried to massage and stroke her pulsating clitoris through her jeans and panties. The mere pressure of her fingers down there triggered her climax. She had cum just thinking of what she was going to do to Emily.from sextails.com
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