by Emmie Combs
The shoes slip easily onto your feet, though you find it hard to bend to tighten them. You straighten and stand; this time deliberately surveying yourself. Face made up in a whores mask; curvaceous body hugged in soft pink satin; Legs displayed; muscles showing from your added height; chin held up proud from the leather collar. Such a pretty, fuckable boy toy. A proper little slave puppet for his Lady Mistress.
Your cock throbs and spasms, you have to catch yourself before cumming into your pretty outfit, as the grandfather clock in the hall chimes 7. You groan as you realize the night hasn't even begun......
*****
The sound of the front door snaps you from your revery, and your heart beats impossibly faster, thudding against the wall of your corseted chest. The click of the latch is followed by a flood of girlish voices, you are able to pick up mine effortlessly and you think you might recognize a few more. All in all, you figure there must be around 4 or 5 women in the entryway, seemingly intent on using you devilishly. The conversation becomes more clear as we enter the main room and the front door latch snicks into place.
"Stephanie love, I thought you said there would be a fun surprise waiting for us after our shopping?"
"And there certainly should be, perhaps he's feeling a little put on the spot." I raise my voice slightly to carry across the house. "Come now pet, don't be shy; all these pretty ladies are dying to see you. They have been so looking forward to our little evening, and we wouldn't want to disappoint them."
You turn and start toward the door, aiming to please before you even realize your intentions. You can see me when you step into the hall, our eyes meet once and you can see the pleasure and appreciation in my gaze before yours drops to my feet. Standing just outside the entry I watch you make your way towards the front room, steps measured. Everything about you screams glorious adorable submission, your tightly corseted frame, frilly sheer skirt only emphasizing your ragingly hard cock. Simply delightful.
Your scent washes over me, so much like the picture you present;sharp sexual male barely contained, lightly fettered with the trappings of woman. Right before your pass through the door and onto the view of all, my voice finds you again.
"Don't speak unless I tell you, don't move if they touch you, forget everything but pleasing all before you. Now go on and be a good boy for me, my Simon" I give you an encouraging slap to the ass and watch mesmerized, at your reaction to the reception you receive.
You falter for a second at the coos of delight and laughter that welcome you. A blush builds across your skin when their hands descend and your realize the full extent of your humiliation. The countless fingers prodding and caressing you. Discussing between themselves the girth of your cock, the curve of your ass; whether or not you can cum enough times to satisfy them all. Tingles of shame and humiliation as you recognize the faces of some of my closer friends amongst the women.
Nikki is there, tiny body and hot round little ass; Sheila as naughty as ever, looking for all world like she would like nothing better than to gobble you up. Two unfamiliar faces as well, Lola standing almost 6' has long inky black hair and wonderfully perky tits; and little Morgan, ridiculously huge anime eyes taking up the majority of her face, so very innocent looking.
You feel like an object standing there surrounded by grasping, jeering girls; roughly fondling your prettily dressed form. Becoming more aware of the depths of your subservience to me, you submit to their pulling hands. Perfectly postured, hands clasped properly behind your back; you are a lovely sight to me, as I approach. You feel more than hear the lead I attach to your collar, seconds before it pulls you downward to your hands and knees.
"He has such a lovely ass doesn't he, ladies?" Your head is level with my boots and all you can see around you are the jeweled tones of many cruelly shod feet. "Go ahead have a look and a little tease with it, he enjoys it well enough. Such a good bitch really."
You feel your ass spread roughly, followed by giggles and probing fingers. Your desire is stretched so tautly honed sharp by hours of anticipation, you can't help the wanton moaning and ass shaking that accompanies the first penetrating digit.
"My, he really does like it doesn't he?"
"Mm-mm. such a good boy" an emphasizing slap is added here for effect and the fingers begin working in and out of your tightly stretched hole. You buck backwards against the driving hand, causing Nikki to giggle in appreciation of your zealousness. "What a find you have here, I'm so glad you decided to share his finer vices with us."
"It seemed like to perfect an opportunity to pass up, dear little Simon here, needed to be shown how much of a whore he really is... and we needed some entertainment." Your ass continues to be teased and fondled, now and then, an occasional curious hand grasps the shaft of your cock, testing its hardness.
"Oh, more's the pity, I was hoping this was a punishment.. I would have liked to get a few good licks on that pretty white ass of his." A cool, unfamiliar voices chimes in. You can't help but shiver at the promised cruelty in her tone. My chuckle thrills you, and your cock jerks in the unknown hand that grips it tightly.
"Don't let that stop you Lola, I'm sure we can manage to find something to punish him for, if not simply your amusement. I have quite a few straps, the mere sight of which, makes him tremble so delightfully. In fact, cock-toy, why don't you run in and fetch them for us." This statement is followed by an imperious twitch on your leash. You whimper longingly, as the fingers leave you. "Hmm, I have just the thing for you, stay kneeling for a moment."
You hear the rustle of packaging being removed; the ice cold lubrication startles you, but warms quickly under my ministrations. You feel the head of the plug push against your ass, a moment of pressure then it slides inside. You arch your back, grounding yourself against the palm of my hand, taut with need. I pat your backside lightly before instructing in a soft voice,
"Now be a good lad for your Lady Mistress and fetch our dear friend Lola some straps to abuse you with." I reach down and unhook the lead from your collar, releasing you to follow my instructions. You struggle for a moment to rise, unused to the tight confines of the corset.
By the time you return, straps dutifully held in your hand, the scape of the room has changed. The coffee table has been cleared and moved to the center of the circle of seating. You can't stop the immediate falter when you notice the straps fitted around the table legs. The fine ladybirds arrayed around the room, are no longer dressed for shopping. Smart outfits, chosen for style have been switched; traded in for long peekaboo satin gowns, and flirty little teddies all geared towards your soon to be sampled talents.
Our eyes meet and I smile at you; proud excitement, thrilled at the turn of events, the look you return to me is quiet coquettish and send tingles firing through my body. I nod towards the table and you can feel 5 sets of eyes mark your progress across the room, the forced sway of your hips in those torturous heels; Your whores face, eyes downcast properly. Rising to meet you in the center of everything, you can feel the energy running high under my skin. I hold out my hand for the straps,
"Kneel, whore."
The wood of the table feels cold and unyielding beneath your hips as you settle down on to it. The straps bite into your skin before I set them comfortably but securely around your arms and thighs. The hard swat I lay cross your ass serves as a tiny warm-up as I take my seat at one of the many places around the room, to watch. I position myself where I can see your face as your whipped and humiliated for the pleasure of an acquaintance. Another smile curls around my features while I watch your eyes track Lola; she leaves your field of vision and you tense- foolishly trying to brace yourself for the coming blows.
She teases you mercilessly, stroking you like a skittish colt; prolonging your trepiditous anticipation of the coming pain. Working you like a master player she draws the strap across the skin of your ass, letting you luxuriate in the texture of the leather. A whimper escapes you as she enters your peripheral and you see her arm pull back to deliver a wallop
- supple leather caresses, not what you needed; ached for. Your skin itches with the need for chastisement, wanting the harsh strap- you can't help another wanton little waggle of your delectable ass.
The room fills with giggles at your reaction, frilly skirt shaking around your hips. You feel a firm hand on the small of your back and Lola's voice penetrates.
"Such a good line here, little slut. Is that hot ass ready to be hurt?" Unsure whether the question was rhetorical you choose not to respond, instead whimpering and pressing back into her hand. A hard slap rocks you forward, stinging hotly. "We are waiting for a polite response, here I heard you had manners about you."
"Yes, Ma'am please punish me for your amusement. Let me please and serve you." Your voice is breathy and sounds adorably whorish.
"Since you asked so prettily.."
The first crack throws you forward against your bonds and draws a cry, the quickly following second and third spread the heat over your skin, fiery balm to your already desperate need. You jerk upwards not sure if you are running from the strap or seeking it, dancing beneath it's kisses. A pause, you feel the room close about you and hands descend to tease and play at your newly sprouted welts.
Murmured discussion and the bodies shift, once more the strap falls. You can tell a new chastiser had taken Lola's place, these feel less sure but sting more for it; making up in zealousness what they lack in technique. The next break leaves you striving to catch your breath, body heaving. Small hands playing occasionally with the plug still buried inside you.
Again, the strap changes hands. You feel my presence at your head, my hand wrapping familiarly in your hair. Pain explodes through your body over and again, twining hotly with your desire; your world fades to only this. Beautiful bodies swimming around you, lost in a haze; reduced to physical inputs and a burning pool of desire, liquifying deep inside you.
You're not sure when we moved you, sliding the thick plug free; cock raging with need. The rough feel of the carpet against your welted ass draws your consciousness back, and you feel your arms being restrained above your head; your ankles, somehow, to your thighs. A small pillow is slid beneath the small of your back cocking your ass upward nicely.
Small hips slide into your vision, and a tightly shorn cunt lowers itself to your waiting mouth, you sigh into the delicious musky scent, the velvet texture; letting your tongue swirl and pleasure. You push your face upwards burying yourself in her pussy, cajoling and pleading for the sweet cum you so desperately want. Another hot wanting pussy lowers itself over your body, onto your jutting cock. Your cry is muffled into the snatch perched over your face, tantalizing hot cunt surrounds you.
You feel more small hands gripping your ankles, stretching your legs part painfully; before Lola settles between them, a large strap-on standing out from her pelvis. Your cock spasms inside Nikki's cunt when the tip presses into your ass. She penetrates you pushing in slowly, making sure you mark every inch as it plunges deep. Suddenly her rhythm takes over and your lost within the machine, your cock only thrusting upwards when she pushes, your mouth working hard on pleasing the cunt above it.
Too much, unable to take it anymore you release; crying loud, your whole body riding the rocking in passion as it crashes over your senses again and again. Nikki moans, her mouth nipping at Morgans breasts, and rides your spurting cock her own orgasm gripping her deeply; Morgan presses her cunt down onto your face cum drenching your probing tongue.
A few small giggles as their bodies relax, though you aren't allowed to achieve the same, Lola continues working in and out of your ass, quickly returning your cock to it's former glory, still inside Nikki. She climbs off your giving your cock a tender kiss, before taking Morgan place perched above you. You feel me climb onto your used cock, and it slides into my tight cunt with little resistance.
"Clean her like a good boy, Simon" My pussy works your cock, as Lola fucks your ass hard. You place your lips to her dripping snatch licking your salty cum from it crevices. On the edges of your senses you recognize the sounds of a camera shutter; capturing you pinioned along the floor, legs spread, ass speared on a hard shaft, dressed like my lovely little whore.
Your world narrows further, all attention focused on them pleasing those around you. Thick cock driving into my snatch with the force of Lola's thrusts behind it. The commingled essences coating your tongue and filling your mouth with spunk. Countless finger tweaking your body, pinching your delicate little nipples; Lola's hands cupping your sac.
It takes longer for your cock to twitch this time, hips jerking up into my pelvis... emptying gobs of cum into me. My velvet cunt milks away, pulling your hot spunk deeper inside me, for your soon-to-be hunting tongue.
Before I allow my hot dripping little twat to descend over your mouth, my face swims into your pleasure-hazed vision.
"Mm-mm, kiss me Simon... I want to taste it all."
Our mouths lock together, tongues entwining; the manna of sweet passion fills my mouth and I feel you groan into me- body rocking.
We take our turns, using you like a slut, each time teasing your cock back into painful hardness, working your ass hard. Wheedling every drop of cum from your exhausted body, and you clean it all every last salty drop; making me so proud.
We retire into the kitchen, making some drinks and plans for later, leaving you tied and spread, resting that delightful cock... still tasting your own cum, dreaming fitfully about what might come.
The End.
Waiting in Red
I read in the car as I wait for him to get off work. My iPod buzzes with a rotating array of rock. As soon as I planned this 'impromptu trip,' I had known what I would wear: my burgundy angora sweater. In this sweater, I give Jane Russell a run for her cleavage. I'm also wearing a soft white skirt, black 40's-style silk stockings (the kind with the seam in the back that requires garters), burgundy heels, red bra and panties. Burgundy nails and stained lips complete the set. Honey hair, reminiscent of Veronica Lake's peek-a-boo, hampers my reading, but it's hard to concentrate anyway.
I pick the day that his wife normally works late. I watch a few people go in his office, and more come out. This is beginning to seem like a huge waste of time. The phone lies on the dashboard with his phone number already programmed. Although I love talking with him, it's something we rarely do. When you're having an affair with someone who's invested in their marriage, ringing them anytime is something you cannot get away with. I'm not looking to be his wife. I'm looking to add, to share. A red fingernail presses 'send'. As it rings, I think, Watch, he's not even at work today. He's playing golf, or sailing.
"Hello." He always seems hesitant when he first answers.
"Hi." I hold my breath.
"Are you at work?"
"Not for very much longer."
Then I see him. "You look good. But a little tired."
"Tell me about it."
"Just did." I gather my courage and say, "May I see you?"
"That would be a trick."
"Call me Houdini. Turn to the right."
He does. He smiles like a dog getting scratched. His loosened tie flutteres in the wind.
I wave, and look down at the ground, and watch him at the edge of my vision, wanting to make eye contact, but still a little fearful of it. I want to touch him, but this is not the place. He seems to know everyone at his place of work and everyone knows he is married with kids. "What are you doing here?"
"Writers' conference, but the real answer is you. Can we go somewhere for a little while?" In my head the answer is always yes, but in reality, life does its own thing. "For a little while."
"I'm staying at the Best Western."
~ We meet in the hotel lobby and go straight to the elevator. Once the doors close, I say, "I thought about telling you I was coming, to try and make it easier on you, but as you can tell, I went another way."
He kisses me. The first one is short, but each kiss is a little longer.
As the doors open, I say, "Surprised?"
Once in the room, I ask if he needs to make any calls. He does. I try to not really listen. At the end of the conversation, he's gained a couple of hours of free time.
"How did the conference go?"
"Writey." I come closer.
He can smell the light vanilla with a mixture of floras in my perfume. I put my hand on his thigh, lean close, almost touching my lips to his ears and whisper, "Fuck me."
My hand on his thigh moves up, finger teasing the outline of his cock in his dickies.
"Please." I say his name, kissing his neck gently.
The smell of him, the taste. Kind of salty wild.
He grabs both my breasts with his hands and gives them a squeeze, almost too hard.
He goes to kiss me, but I withdraw and smile wickedly as I stand in front of him a few feet away. I laugh as I quickly lift my shirt. The burgundy sweater has buttons, which only now I feel are too small to undo with ease and grace. To fill time, I speak, "I've been waiting for this for such a long time."
Just two more buttons to go. I turn my back and look over the shoulder I've revealed. I change shoulders and flip my hair to the other side. I wink and smile, as I kiss the air in his direction. I turn to face him once more and toss him the sweater. He catches it. It is lovely to see him enjoy himself.
I take hold of both my breasts and grab aggressively, lifting one and then the other. My tongue licks my lips before it licks my creamy breast, while I'm half giggling and trying to not blush.
I slowly undo the zipper of the white flounce skirt and step out of it. Leaving only the dark red heels and black stockings, garter and matching bra.
"Come here," he commands, and I obey. I stand before him. His dark intense eyes on me. "Be a good girl and lay down."
I walk to the side of the bed and lay down, wondering what he will do, what he wants. "Touch yourself."
I've never pleasured myself while someone else watched. I've done other outrageous things, but not this. I consider saying, "No," to see what he will do, and he sees it on my face and gives me a look.
