The next thing Laura felt was something hard probing the entrance to her ass. She forced herself to be calm and not fight it, but she was stretched wider and wider as the plug bored ever deeper into her, and felt herself begin to tense. She felt like she was being ripped in two and didn't think she was going to be able to take it all. But Gavin was determined to make her take it, and simultaneously slapped her ass, harder than before, and rammed the plug the rest of the way home. Laura felt tears prick her eyes as she tried to scream around the ball filling her mouth.
Gavin admired his bound woman for a moment, then walked out into the living room, stopping in the kitchen to slip another toy in the freezer before settling into his recliner before the TV. Switching to the closed-circuit camera feed, he watched Laura trying so hard to lie still. As the minutes ticked by, she squirmed more and more, much to his amusement. Installing that camera without telling her had definitely been one of his better ideas.
Laura was not at all amused. She had no idea how long she was going to be abandoned like this, bound tight and with her rectum stretched and filled. She was ashamed to realize that her juices were beginning to flow again as she became accustomed to the plug in her ass. Her pussy ached to be similarly filled. All Laura could think of was what it would feel like to be fucked right now, Gavin's cock in her pussy as he slammed into her, his skin against hers, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks and teeth nipping at her shoulder. She had no sense of how much time had passed before she heard the soft pad of his bare feet in the hallway. She felt him come near, but he said nothing, simply reached out and stroked down her back, rubbing down the curve of her hip and then over to the inside of her thigh and up to the entrance of her slick hole. One hand spread her lips, and then she felt a very large, very cold glass dildo thrust deep into her.
"You're squirming quite a bit," Gavin remarked. "I seem to remember telling you not to do that." He moved to the side of the bed and added another strap to her waist belt, attaching it to the bed frame before moving to secure her on the other side. Then he went back to the dresser and studied his whips and paddles for a few moments, weighing each in his hands as he contemplated the best tool for this job.
On the bed, Laura was just beginning to recover from the initial shock of the dildo. He must have just bought this, she thought distractedly. She hoped he'd soon use it on her when she wasn't in trouble. Musing on that pleasant thought, lightly clenching her pussy around the hard rod, she didn't notice anything around her until the first whoosh of air, followed by the loud smack as a stiff paddle connected with her ass. Just as she was recovering her breath, the paddle landed again on her other cheek. And then again. The strokes came slowly, methodically, harder than Gavin normally hit her. Sweat rolled down her back as she struggled to remember to breathe.
Laura felt like she was losing herself, submersed in a haze of pain and arousal. The strokes went on and on, each a fresh shock, a peak in the wave she was riding. She longed to be able to beg him to stop, but at the same time wanted it to keep going on. Her entire awareness was brought down to her overstuffed pussy and asshole, and the pummeling on her cheeks. The sudden cessation of paddling was almost more of a shock, and she fought to return to herself. She felt the clips holding her secured to the bed unfastened, and then Gavin lifted her body up, flipping her over so she landed hard on her freshly paddled ass. Warm hands rubbed her breasts, tugging and pulling on her nipples, teasing in slow circles. Her whole body was throbbing, her heart pounding as the sensations and emotions rocketed through her.
Then Gavin reached between her legs and slowly removed the glass dildo from her dripping pussy, replacing it with a thick vibrating rod in a harness. He strapped it on and turned the motor to high, then clipped the straps around her thighs together. He stripped off his clothes and removed the blindfold and gag from his wife's head.
Opening her eyes, blinking a little against the sudden intrusion of light, the first thing Laura saw was Gavin standing next to the bed, sweat running down his chest, his cock standing tall, throbbing and twitching, a few drops of pre-cum at the tip. She stared at it, involuntarily licking her lips as she waited for him to fuck her mouth. The thought and the vibrator thrumming away in her pussy were pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm. She opened her mouth wider as Gavin moved towards her, turning her head slightly, panting as she stretched to reach his cock, so close now that she could see the pulsing of the veins, could smell it, could very nearly reach out to lick it.
"Do you really think so?" Gavin's voice intruded on her thoughts. Startled, she looked up at him. He was shaking his head. "You'd enjoy that way too much." Leaning down, he said more quietly, "I'll be taking a nice long shower. You'd better not let yourself come."
He walked out of the room and Laura heard the shower start. She squirmed, the blanket beneath her feeling like rough wool against the tender skin of her ass. The vibrator continued to buzz inside her slick cunt, her juices flowing onto her thighs, her muscles pulsing uncontrollably around it. Her ass was throbbing, too, the combination of the two pushing her to ever greater heights, her breath gasping and panting. She fought to remain in control, but the sensations kept flooding through her, driving her to the edge. The first orgasm ripped through her body, drawing a scream from her lips as every muscle shook in release and her hips arched nearly off the bed.
In the shower, Gavin faintly heard the scream and smiled. He couldn't wait to make her regret that, and all the ones that were sure to follow.
Underwear & Pee
Sir left this morning for work. I am normally up and making breakfast, but I was dead asleep in bed when he left. When I woke up a package and a card sat on the table. I was as excited as a little girl and took a minute to reflect on him.
I was his little girl, always had been. He was my Daddy, took care of me in everyway needed. I quickly ripped off the beautiful ribbon and tore the wrapping paper off just as quickly. In the box, were a single pair of white panties. Cotton, full bottomed, god awful panties. A sarcastic smiles comes across my face, and I wonder what the world he has bought these for. I careful tear the pink envelope open and the face on the card has a picture of a lovely bouquet of daffodils. The middle simply said--
"baby girl, put these panties on at exactly 6:00pm. Wear nothing but these. We will be having company."
I stare at it for a little while, with a million thoughts running through my head. We never had company over. For dinner parties of course, but never with me in god awful granny panties. That is the first thing that runs through my head. How can I look good with these panties on. They are nothing like what Sir normally has me wear. Lacey thongs or nothing is what my norm is. My heart beats faster and my palms become sweaty as I think of what daddy has in store for me.
I watch the clock for hours, cleaning the house in nothing at all. I am not to wear clothes around the house. Daddy only allows them when we are out and about. Cleaning anything I possibly can to simply pass the time. I shower and lotion my body so it is appealing to Sir. Making sure I pay extra attention to my breasts and pussy. Adorning them with the sweetest scents. Making sure that every inch of my pussy is shaved clean and free of any hair. Daddy always checks that closely. I lightly run my fingers outside the lips and down to my ass. Careful not to touch inside my pink or my clit. I am soaking wet and horny from the apprehension of daddy and company coming. I could cum at any second but know damn well I better not. Daddy has such a good scent for things like that. He has caught me many times playing with myself. Coming in and smelling my fingers to make sure that I have not touched. Tasting them on a regular basis. I am proud that I am bare and smooth. I get up and wash my hands so daddy can not smell me. I seductively slide on my panties. In a strange way those panties made me feel sexy, and I look at myself in the mirror. I turn my head and glance at the clock. 5:45. I quickly light some candles around the house and kneel with my head on the floor, waiting by the door as I do every night as daddy enters his domain.
I hear the car pull up in the driveway and the car door shut. I listen closely for daddy to turn the key, but he does not come in right away. I hear yet another car pull in the driveway and that door slam. I hear two men?s voices coming toward the door and I make sure to spread my legs open a little further. The door creaks open and daddy walks right over me.
"Wow, now that is one good little cunt" I hear the deep dark voice, unfamiliar to me.
"Thank you Tom, she does work at it." Sir laughs as he thanks the man back.
I want to glance up and see what this Tom guy looks like, but I keep my body to the floor.
"Okay little girl you may get up and get Sir Tom and I a cup of coffee."
I try as gracefully as possible to get off of the floor. I am never very good at that transition but manage not to fall on my face. I quickly serve Sir and Sir Tom cups of coffee. Sir takes his and smiles at me. Sir Tom pushes it away. Sirs smile turns as fast as it came.
"Did you ask Sir Tom how He takes his coffee little one?"
"No Sir, girl did not."I swallow hard
He smack my ass hard and nods to me.
"Sir Tom, what may girl add to your coffee to satisfy your taste Sir?"
"Just sugar girl, two scoops." He snaps back unhappily.
I scurry into the kitchen, adding 2 measured scoops to his coffee. Serving it gracefully I keep my hands up level, until he sips it. He nods with satisfaction and I quickly kneel at Daddy?s feet awaiting the next command.
"Good baby girl, now get up on the table and let Sir Tom and I see your panties"
I stand high of the table and pull my panties up a little. The are a tad big, but I know that Sir wants them that way. The room is quiet and both men simply look at me. Their eyes raping every inch of my body. I simply look straight forward as not to catch them in a glance.
"Now little one, bend over with your pussy and ass in Sir Tom's face. I want your cunt in line with his nose so you may adjust yourself accordingly."
I turn my feet and body to Sir Tom's face, rolling back on the heels of my feet to get as close to him as I can without touching him. I feel his breath on my pussy and close my eyes. I hear him breath in a few times, and comment.
"That is one sweet little cunt. I can smell it is wet already. You have found yourself one good whore."
I await his touch, but it never comes. He simply breathes hot breaths as close to my panties and pussy as he can.
"Baby girl, I am sure you are wondering why you have these god awful white panties on aren't you?"
"Yes Sir , girl has wondered all day." I quietly say.
"Sir Tom loves a woman's piss. He loves to see a girl pee in her panties and lick them clean. You are going to get a bowl, squat over it and piss all over those white cotton panties. When you are finished pissing in them, He will lick the outside of your panties and I will be fucking your ass with my fingers. You will be allowed to cum. When you do, Tom will slide his fingers along your pussy and inside scooping up the cum and eating it. You see little one, Tom loves cunt, and I have told him what a horny one you have." Sir lifts my chin and nods to me.
I get up and search for a bowl, my palms are sweating and I am nervous. I find one and head back to the table. Placing it in the middle of the table, I climb back on. Glance over at Sir and wait for a nod. He simply nods only once and I squat over the bowl. I see Tom staring at me the entire time, licking his lips waiting for the urine that will escape my body. I am nervous and it takes awhile for the warm urine to fill my white panties. Staining them with yellow liquid, it suddenly gives me chills against my cool body.
Soft moans are heard from both daddy and Tom, and Tom sucks on his fingers as the urine fills my panties. Only a little urine hit?s the bowl, most has soaked into my panties. I await for Daddy?s command as what to do next. Sir pets my head and speaks loving, and softly in my ear.
"What a good little pet, look over at Sir Tom."
I glance over at him. His eyes are wide as saucers and he is hungrily sucking his fingers.
"So Tom, what is you that you wish of sweet naia now?" Sir stretches up and looks at the gentleman.
"I want that piss soaked pussy, to bury my face in those soaked panties."
He has not spoken directly to me the whole time he has been there. I understand my place and what he wants, so I simply ignore that he is speaking over me.
"I want to taste that horny cunt on my fingers and gobble it all up. I am ready, are you?" He looks over to Sir
"Yep, I am ready. Bend over the table girl. Tom will be sitting on the floor tasting your pussy and panties. He will also be jacking his cock off and Cumming on your feet. I will be fucking your ass hard with my fingers. I have given you permission to cum, as I am sure you are horny. You may cum whenever you like." Sir smiles at me and I smile back.
I climb off of the table my panties are now cool from the air. I bend over the table and my breasts hit the table hard. It is cold underneath of me, but I soon feel Tom?s breath close to my pussy. He starts to hungrily lap up the soaked panties focusing on my clit and opening. He softly runs his tongue on the inside of my thighs to lap up any urine that hit there. I subconsciously grind my pussy harder in his face and Sir smacks my ass hard. I immediately stop and relax myself. Quickly Sir invades my ass with his fingers as promised and I gasp for air. Tom focuses hard on the top of the crotch of my panties and my clit swells underneath of him. My body is throw around as they take turns making me squirm from front to back. I bit my lip to put off Cumming as much as I can. Daddy notices and bend down to whisper in my ear. The slight movement just from him leaning push his fingers harder into my ass. My cunt comes hard as Tom buries himself deeper into me. My feet suddenly become warm as he shoots hot sticky cum on my feet. Sir soon replaces his fingers with his cock and fucks me hard. Pounding deeper in my cunt, Tom sticks his fingers inside my pink hot pussy. I suddenly come again, and feel Sir immediate follow. Loading my ass full with cum. We stand there a minute in silence, and Tom removes his fingers.
"So Tom, pretty tasty cunt isn't it?" Sir asks as he rests his head on my back.
"Oh yes, that is one tasty little whore, both cunt and piss." He violently bites my inner thigh and I jump a little. Sir removes his now soft and empty cock and I clean it up without even thinking. He pets my head as Tom sits in the chair.
"Okay lil girl, kiss Tom and thank him for making you cum. Then go ahead and start making dinner. You are to wear those piss soaked panties all night long."
I quietly walk over and kneel at Tom's feet. He bends down and kisses me deeply. I can taste my cum in his mouth and he lifts my chin and smiles.
"Thank You Sir Tom for making girl cum."
He nods and I get up to make dinner. With only the sound of the two men talking about what a good time they had.
The First Meeting
She was wicked nervous, her stomach twisted up with snake-like knots, as she pulled into the airport parking garage. She parked where he had instructed near the front of the parking garage on one of the top floors, as near the elevator as she could get. The terminal windows were visible from her car and she sat for a moment collecting herself and checked her face in the mirror. His plane was due to arrive in 30 minutes so she had a little time to get herself together and gather her courage.
She stared into the anxious gray eyes looking back at her from the visor mirror, who was this woman? She couldn't believe this was actually going to happen....this long awaited meeting with her Master. She'd never done anything like this before in her life. Until now this kind of thing had only been a fantasy she'd visited in the dark recesses of her mind or in the stories she wrote.
She was wearing the outfit he'd sent her, a tight black leather bustier and tiny black leather thong. Black thigh high stockings encased her legs and she'd finished the look with her own black satin sandal heals that buckled around her ankles and just screamed "fuck me". The bustier cupped her tits like leather hands, and displayed her nipples to the point of distraction... nipples
which had become tight and hard from the exotic dangers from this new adventure. Her pussy was wet... she had driven here dressed only in this outrageous outfit and every truck driver she'd passed had just about wrecked their rigs trying to get another look into her car. She'd found it erotic in the extreme.
She waited till no one was around opened her door and stepped out into the dimly lit parking garage. Leaning back into the car she pulled out the light weight trench coat, slipped it on over her outfit, and belted it closed. She was scared to be alone dressed like this so late in this part of Dallas, so she hurried to the elevator and punched the button that would take her to the ground floor and the terminal entrance.
She stood waiting at the gate for her Master; her pussy was tingling, tiny electric impulses flashed like Christmas lights deep in her belly. She was so wet she could feel it on her thighs...her Master would love it when he discovered that she was sure.
She stood quietly in the terminal and watched as the plane taxied up to the gate and the people started to de-plane. One by one they streamed out of the tunnel, and she scanned their faces for that of her Master. She knew it well from all the pictures he had sent her over the last few months. She spotted him at last just as he looked up and their eyes met for the first time. A small shiver of electricity jolted through her body at the naked hunger in his brilliant blue eyes. He smiled in recognition and she grew warm and stood quietly waiting for him to cross the room, suddenly shy of this man to whom she had been so intimately connected for so many months.
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