She raised her eyebrows but did as I told her. After locking the gate I followed her up the drive and met her as she was removing a small leather case from her trunk.
“Nice wheels,” she said, eyeing the Jaguar. “I hope your guests are as attractive as their car.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I see you brought your little bag of toys.”
“Yes indeed, and I have an interesting new item you haven’t seen yet. I am ready to put this trophy wife through her paces.”
“Not too fast, my dear. We must take our cues from the husband. He is definitely an alpha type who likes to control everything.”
“Delicious,” she said. “Maybe I will control her and he will control me.”
“That’s what I like about you. You enjoy playing any role, as long as it’s sexual.”
“Grrrrrr.”
We went into the house and over to the bar. I poured us both a large glass of a Chardonnay that I knew she liked. There was no sign of our guests.
Elizabeth took her wine and went into the living room. She put her leather case on the top of a chest where it would be easy to access when the time was right. From the look in her eyes, I could tell she was excited. I went over to her and wrapped my hand around the big knot of hair on her head, bringing her face up to mine so I could kiss her. Her lips parted under mine and I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. Then I let her go and backed off to renew sipping my wine.
“My goodness,” she exclaimed, her face flush. “We are ready aren’t we?”
At that moment Jack and Jane came into the room. “Good evening,” he said. “I see you have another guest for dinner. I assume she’s aware of the nature of this evening’s festivities.”
Elizabeth and I both stood there speechless. We couldn’t take our eyes off of Jane. Her hands were manacled together in front of her with what looked like leather handcuffs. She was wearing a tight, turquoise sheath dress with strange looking flaps of the same fabric over her breasts and ass. Perched on ridiculously high heels she was almost as tall as her husband. Her eyes were shining and she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Jack stood to the side enjoying the effect. Finally he said, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”
“Oh, sorry. This is my friend and neighbor, Elizabeth. Elizabeth, this is Mr. Norwood, and his wife Jane.”
I don’t know why I came out with “Mr. Norwood” instead of “Jack,” but it did seem appropriate given his commanding presence and his wife in shackles. He did not correct me.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Norwood,” said Elizabeth, meekly extending her hand and ignoring Jane. Apparently between my comment about Jack being an alpha male and my calling him Mister Norwood, she accepted him as being the dominant personality in the room.
“The pleasure is mine,” he said, holding on to her hand and her eyes. She made no move to free herself.
“I hope you will enjoy yourself this evening and that you will not become sassy like my wife here. She has been a bad girl today, and she will soon learn there are consequences.”
At this Jane looked down and shuddered. I was amazed that things were moving so fast and didn’t know quite what to do. Elizabeth kept standing there with her hand out stretched looking at Jack.
“Ah, can I get you a drink?” I offered.
Jack released Elizabeth’s hand and turned to me. “Yes indeed. I will have some of that same wine you two are drinking, and you’d better give Jane a glass. She’s going to need it.”
I poured them two glasses and topped off my own. There was a second bottle in the ice bucket, and I began to open it, thankful for something to do. Jane gripped her glass in her two bound hands and drank it all.
“Your wife is very beautiful,” said Elizabeth. “It’s unfortunate that she has displeased you today. I think that a woman should suffer the consequences if she displeases her man.”
My eyes popped open even wider. Elizabeth was moving things right along.
“I am glad you agree,” said Jack. “That’s why she is wearing these wrist cuffs. She knows that at this point any resistance to my will is futile but I find that restraints heighten her sense of helplessness. There will be additional restraints before we are through tonight. And I want you to notice the loose fabric over certain areas of her body. She is quite naked under that fabric.”
That revelation certainly got my attention. Jane’s tits were pushing hard against that little flap and I could imagine what they would look like if the material were pulled aside. And the same was true of her ass. It was an ingenious dress.
Elizabeth’s eyes were hot. “If I might make a suggestion,” she said. “I think her hands should be cuffed behind her. It will leave her more vulnerable. And then you could use a Velcro strap to bind her upper arms together, increasing her vulnerability even more.”
Jack smiled broadly. “Excellent ideas. Elizabeth, you are obviously a connoisseur of such things. But where am I going to get a Velcro strap?”
I knew the answer to that one. Elizabeth walked over to where her leather case rested on the chest and opened the lid. She turned and came away with a black strap several feet long with Velcro hooks on one side and eyes on the other. I knew from experience that you could wrap that strap tightly around anything and hold it in place.
Jane licked her lips and held out her glass for more wine. She knew it would be her last chance. I quickly obliged her, and topped off my own glass again.
Not satisfied with just taking the strap, Jack pushed past Elizabeth and went over to the leather case. One by one he began removing items and putting them on the chest.
“Well, what have we here? Padded wrist and ankle cuffs. A couple of kinds of nipple clamps. A nice leather riding crop. A short little whip with leather thongs. And this telescoping plastic rod that looks really wicked. Here’s even a collapsible enemy bag and hose. And what’s in this little box? Ah, little vibrators of different shapes, and as assortment of feathers. Elizabeth, you are a naughty woman.”
Elizabeth pouted and looked down. I think she was embarrassed by having her toys laid out for all to see, even though I knew that she liked both using the toys and having them used on her.
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Rummaging around in the bottom of the case Jack came up with one more item. It appeared to be an old-fashioned fly swatter, the kind with a twisted wire handle and a rough fabric pad with holes in it at the end. I had not seen this particular toy before, but I could imagine how it could be used to spank a sensitized tit or pussy. This must have been the surprise new item that Elizabeth had referred to.
“Well, this is an unusual item,” he said. “I can use it to make sure there are no flies on my women.”
Jack laughed at his own joke and waved the swatter in the air. Then he pretended to see a fly on Elizabeth’s ass and gave her a hard slap.
“Ouch,” she cried. “That hurt.”
“Good,” he said. “I think I will start with this on my disobedient wife.”
He took the Velcro strap and gave it to me. “You do the honors. Cuff Jane’s hands behind her and bind her arms together. I want to give her a taste of what’s to come before we have dinner.”
I stepped in front of Jane and looked at her beautiful face as I unclipped the little leather chain between her wrists cuffs. Her eyes seemed to plead for help, but at the same time showed excitement. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips, which she returned. Then, moving behind her, I pulled her wrists back and reattached the leather chain. A couple of turns of the Velcro strap around her upper arms pulled her shoulders back and made her breasts thrust forward. A little whimper came from her lips.
“Tighter,” ordered Jack.
I loosened the Velcro and pulled it tighter on her arms. She whimpered louder this time, but it didn’t deter me from securing the Velcro in the new position. While I was back there I decided to check under the flap of fabric that covered her ass. I raised it with one hand and felt her bare skin with the other. Her dress framed the perfect little globe of her ass and presented a picture that was so erotic I almost lost it right there. I gave her a couple of slaps and squeezes and then stood back.
“Well, Elizabeth,” said Jack. “Is this the effect you had in mind?”
Elizabeth was taking some deep breaths. “There is one more thing, Mr. Norwood,” she said. “You need to secure her to a post so that she cannot bend over. Then her exposure and vulnerability will be complete.”
“Ummm, there is that post between the living room and the dining room. Do we have something to use to tie her?”
“All you need is a scarf around her neck and the post,” said Elizabeth. “That would make her keep her head up. There is a scarf in the side pocket of my case that I sometimes use as a blindfold.”
“Excellent,” he said. “We won’t need it as a blindfold. I like to see her eyes when I whip her.”
Elizabeth retrieved the scarf and the two of us led Jane over to the post. I think she was genuinely scared at this point. She probably had never been restrained in such a way. Once we had tied the scarf she was positioned on her high heels with the entire front of her body thrust forward.
Jack spoke to Elizabeth. “I want your help in this. You are to do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she quickly responded.
“Now slide that fabric away from her chest and expose her tits.”
Elizabeth lifted the flap and tucked it behind Jane’ shoulders. Her bare tits with their prominent nipples stood up big and firm. Jane seemed proud of their size and tried to push them out even more.
“Examine them, Elizabeth. See how stiff and ready for punishment those nipples are,” ordered Jack.
Elizabeth put a hand on each breast and ran her fingers around, over and under them. The women looked into each other’s eyes, Jane with pleading for understanding, and Elizabeth with cruelty and lust. She ended her examination by pinching both nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, and squeezing until Jane cried out.
Jack was pleased. “That’s it, Elizabeth. Make the bitch suffer.”
Elizabeth stepped back and the three of us stood in a line facing Jane. With her head held high against the post and her bare tits on display, she was the picture of vulnerability and helplessness. Jack raised the fly swatter and began tapping it smartly on the top of her left breast.
“Ohhhhh…..that stings……”
He switched to the other breast and gave it three sharp swats.
“Ahhhhhh……” Jane started stamping her feet.
Elizabeth was watching with smoldering eyes. “Drag the rough fabric across her nipple,” she said to Jack.
Jack smiled and nodded at Elizabeth. “You do know your business,” he said, and he began a slow back and forth scrapping motion across Jane’s left nipple.
“Ohhhhhh ….shiiiitttt…” Jane was really squirming now.
The scarf was not tight enough around her neck to keep her from sliding to the side, around the pole, and Jack had to follow her to keep the fly swatter in contact with her tit. I decided to help him by going behind her and holding her ass to keep her in place. Slipping my hands under the loose fabric, I got a good hold on her ass cheeks and squeezed. She squealed and tried to twist away.
“Oh no you don’t,” I said, and I slid one hand down her ass crack and up between her legs. At the same time I used my foot to kick her legs apart. This let my hand go forward and up on to her bare pussy, which I found to be very wet and slippery. “She’s really turned on,” I announced to the group.
“So am I,” responded Elizabeth.
“Some punishment,” laughed Jack. He looked at me. “We might as well stop and have dinner. Then at least these naughty girls will suffer sexual frustration. We can continue later.”
I was very hard and pretty frustrated myself, but Jack was the director of our little play, so I withdrew my hand from the now moaning Jane and went to put dinner on.
When I came out of the kitchen I expected to see Jane sitting at the table with my other two guests. But there she was, still tethered to the pole with the black scarf, her bare tits and ass on display.
“I decided to leave her there for a while,” said Jack. “I know she’s hungry, but she doesn’t deserve any food yet.”
I shrugged and put the deliciously smelling chicken and pasta casserole on the table. Elizabeth poured more wine into all our glasses.
“At least give me some wine,” whined Jane.
“Listen to her complaining,” said Jack. “She knows she brought this on herself by disobeying me. Elizabeth, you can give her a sip of wine, but make her pay for it.”
Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled at being invited to add to Jane’s torment. She took her wine glass and got up from the table. With a little smile on her lips she dipped a finger into the wine and walked up to Jane and put her wet finger up to Jane’s lips.
“Suck it like a good slut,” she said.
Jane licked the finger and then let it slide into her mouth. Elizabeth began a slow rotation to feel the insides of Jane’s cheeks. With her other hand she cupped a bare breast and lightly squeezed it.
“Don’t you dare bite me,” she said. Then removing her wet finger, she taunted Jane. “Would you like a real sip of wine now?”
“Yes please. I’m so thirsty.”
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Elizabeth raised the wine glass to Jane’s lips and turned it up so that a prodigious quantity poured into her mouth and down her chin. Jane gasped and tried to swallow, but before she could manage more than one gulp Elizabeth had her mouth on top of hers, roughly kissing her and probing her mouth with her tongue. Jane twisted her head in an effort to break the contact, but Elizabeth grabbed her hair and held her in place.
Jack and I watched as we dished the pasta onto our plates. It was a very erotic and exciting scene–the lovely half-naked girl helplessly restrained and being devoured by the sex crazed older woman. I longed to jump up and go fuck them both.
“A nice picture, hey?” Jack commented, as if he were watching a sensual play in a small theater. “Your friend Elizabeth seems quite taken with my trophy wife. I do love sharing her with people who appreciate her beauty and her needs.”
I nodded and began eating. After a couple of bites, I raised my glass in a toast to Jack. “You are a most generous guest to share your wife with us in this manner. Elizabeth and I are most appreciative.”
My mock formality was a comic contrast to the scene that was now playing out between Elizabeth and Jane. Elizabeth had gotten her fill of Jane’s lips and mouth, and was now proceeding to mount an assault on her pussy. Jane’s slinky dress was bunched up at her waist, leaving her completely exposed from her belly to her high heeled, fuck-me pumps. Elizabeth was down on one knee exploring and probing.
“Ohhhhh…..godddddd…..”
“Spread your legs my dear,” said Jack. “Open yourself for your friend Elizabeth.”
“I’m not sure she’sss…..my……friend…..ohhhhhh……but she sure knowsssssss…….what she’sssss…….dooooooing……ohhhhhhhh.”
Jack wiped his mouth with one of my good linen napkins and got up from the table and approached the two women. “Don’t you dare let her come,” he said sharply to Elizabeth.
However it appeared that Elizabeth was too far gone to stop herself. As Jack reached her she leaned forward and pushed her mouth onto Jane’s pussy like it was her last meal. I could imagine her tongue thrusting out and seeking Jane’s clit.
“Shiiiiiit……goddddddddd……..moooooore…… ..almoooost theeeeere……..” came from the writhing Jane.
Quickly Jack grabbed Elizabeth by her hair and jerked her back. “Control yourself,” he ordered. “You are as bad as she is. Go sit down at the table and eat your dinner.”
Elizabeth pouted but did as she was told. Jack pulled Jane’s dress back down and playfully scolded her. “You liked that didn’t you? You are such a horny little wife. Are you still hungry?”
Jane was still breathing heavily but she managed to look at the food on the table and nod her head.
“Maybe if you are good, our host will feed you some of his delicious casserole,” said Jack.
I took this as an invitation and dished up a plate for Jane. When Jack showed no sign that he was going to release her, I got up and walked over with her plate and a fork. Jack stepped back.
“Make her earn it,” he said
With the fork I speared a small piece of chicken and pasta and extended it up to her lips. But when she opened her mouth, I pulled it back.
“You have to kiss me first,” I said, and I put my lips two inches away from hers.
She had just enough play in the scarf around her neck to be able to push forward and lick my lips with her tongue. Her tongue was hot and her deep breaths told me how aroused she still was. I let her lick me for a good ten seconds before I leaned into her and drove my tongue into her open mouth.
“Ahhgg…” she moaned and followed my tongue. It was a long kiss and I felt her body squirm.
When I finally pulled back, she whispered to me. “Please, my arms hurt and I’m so hungry. I’ll make it up to you.”
I didn’t respond but instead put the fork full of food into her mouth. She savored it with her eyes closed.
I looked over at Jack. He was standing behind Elizabeth’s chair with his hands down inside the top of her sundress. She was eating her dinner and trying to pretend nothing was happening as he felt her tits, then I saw his hands twist and knew he was starting to roll her nipples between his fingers.
“Ohhhhhh,” Elizabeth moaned and put down her fork. Her shoulders relaxed to give him better access and she leaned her head back to look up at him. It was a perfect picture of what the writers call ‘sweet surrender’.
“Excuse me Mr. Norwood,” I said formally. “Would you mind if I untied your wife? I would like her to do something for me that she can’t really do in her present position.”
He laughed. “Sure, no problem. Bring her over to the table so we can all watch. I think Elizabeth here would like to use her for a few things too.”
I released Jane from her bounds and led her to the table. She down opposite Elizabeth and I put the plate of casserole in front of her. She began eating immediately, but her eyes were locked on Elizabeth’s.
“My wife seems to be really enjoying her food,” said Jack, still tweaking Elizabeth’s nipples. “What do you think, Elizabeth? Is this the best casserole you’ve ever tasted?”
“I have other tastes,” said Elizabeth. “Please pass the wife.”
The End
Mistress Plays Her Way
As I gazed into the sea of faces and watched the expressions change on many of their faces as I spoke, one face captured my attention and I repeatedly returned to it, to see how my words affected him. I could tell that my words had had a profound effect upon him. Many in the room listening to me had been affected, but somehow I felt a connection to this man and found that his attention to all I said was stimulating to me. I loved effecting change and in fact, my speeches were for that purpose, but something about this particular man reached me on a more personal level.
I wasn’t surprised that after all the speakers were finished and it was a time for refreshments and meeting one another that this man sought me out. I was actually looking forward to meeting him and had intended to seek him out if he wasn’t bold enough to approach me. He waited until the group around me had thinned out a bit, but I had kept my eye on him, being sure he didn’t leave thinking he couldn’t get close to me. Somehow I knew that I was supposed to meet him and our meeting wasn’t all about the topic we had all joined together for.
I typically went with my gut instincts with people and in life in general. If I felt something strongly, I went with it and I always went with my first impression as it was always my best indicator of most things. I found that when I went against my first impression, I was sorry.
He smiled confidently, but his movements seemed to be hesitant until I smiled directly at him. Letting him know I welcomed his approach at that time seemed to free him and he readily returned my broad smile and advanced. When he stood next to me, I focused on him as if the others around me had faded into the background and their voices dimmed. I didn’t mean to be rude, but I did intend to give him the attention that my first instincts indicated I needed to give him.
He introduced himself and thanked me for the information I had provided in my speech and the conversation flowed from there. There was no ebb in words or emotions as we spoke to one another and all other’s moved away from us, knowing we were discussing something in-depth. He had waited to approach until I had had enough time to deal with business, but not long enough to have missed me had I had to rush off. I was appreciative of that fact and thought that was what he was doing as I watched him wait for the crowd around me to thin out. He had planned his approach well and had considered more than his motivations and had taken into account the importance of what we were all doing at this meeting.
Within moments I saw him as submissive. He was a professional man, in charge of many people and important business, confident in his position and place in the big scheme of things and yet I could see that he was submissive on a personal level. Or was it that he was submissive in regards to me? I couldn’t tell if he was aware of his submissiveness or how far it went, but it was clear to me that he was submissive.
Knowing he was a submissive man, I wondered if he was also kinky! The two didn’t always go hand in hand. There were those that were submissive and kinky. Yet, I often found submissive people who were not interested in kink, and then there were those who were only interested in the kink because it was the only way they could find a dominant. To be dominated they accepted the kink of the dominant.
Determined to find out more, I asked him to go for a light meal at a local diner where I knew we could talk without too much interruption. He made a condition of paying for the dinner and I smiled and arched an eyebrow in curiosity and to see what effect it had upon him. He added to his condition of paying for the meal an ‘if it is okay with you of course’ and I smiled as my eyes lit up and he could tell that his backtracking had been acceptable terms for me. I think we both knew at that moment that we were creating some terms in which our relationship, business or otherwise, would be based on.
I don’t believe that we ever touched our dinner, as our conversation was more important than feeding ourselves. We were feeding off one another and didn’t need substance for our stomachs. By the end of the evening when we both knew we had to close things out and go our own ways, we had exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and had agreed to meet later in the week.
Two months later and after numerous evenings spent talking by phone, online and often in-person, I allowed him to meet me in my home. My home was my solace, my safety zone and very private and I rarely brought anyone into my sanctuary. My professional life was filled to capacity and my personal time was limited. When I did date or meet with friends, it was typically in a public setting and few got into my inner circle of friends and confidants who were welcome in my home.
Derek had impressed me immensely with his confidence, intelligence and humor. He was a compassionate man who was interested in social change and helping other’s, which was my business. I worked in homelessness, women and children’s issues and promoting awareness and legal reform of social issues. He had proven himself in a business sense, but also had proven to me that on a personal level, he was someone I wanted to know much better!
I planned our evening in my home to include any sexual possibility we might agree upon. We had discussed a great deal personally and sexually and I knew that we were evenly matched and could possibly become far more to one another than just friends or playmates. We both knew that there was a sexual attraction between us and knew that our particular kinks were similar and without a doubt, our roles of dominant and submissive were obvious to one another. It all just seemed to flow naturally and our conversations had been very open and detailed.
When we had finished dinner and I went to the kitchen to bring out desert of cherry pie and vanilla ice cream I was presenting on a silver tray, I added a set of hand cuffs to the tray. I watched his face as I set the tray down to the right of him and smiled when he tilted his head in my direction, with eyes large and curious and smiled at me. I had his agreement in that smile and knew that my plans had been accepted, even though he didn’t totally know what I had planned. He trusted me and was willing to accept my dominance.
I took his hair and wound it within my hand and pulled his head fully back and held him firmly there so that I could examine him completely. Blue eyes met brown and curiosity turned to emotional and physical need, expressed clearly in the meeting of our eyes. I bent to kiss his warm and soft lips with a hunger and dominance that only a mistress could project and his whimper told me well, that I had him right where I wanted him to be. As I kissed him and enjoyed the moment, watching him as I delved into his warm and wet mouth, I could see him closing his eyes when he could no longer bear the intensity of my eye’s peering into his own and the emotions my kiss and dominance evoked in him.
I held his head firmly and reached with my other hand to set his desert in front of him. The ice cream was melting over the warm cherry pie and smelt wonderful. Our heightened senses took everything in at once, blending without our being conscious of it all individually, creating a powerful exchange between us. I let loose of his hair and his head lowered a bit, but his eyes followed my every move. I slowly reached for the handcuffs, making sure I soundlessly moved them into my hand. Carefully, I moved closer to him, holding his gaze and nodded at his arms as I moved behind him. He moved his arms behind his back, moving forward in his chair so that I could cuff him. And cuff him I did!
I carried my desert to my place at the table and sat down, Derek watching my every move silently and expectantly.
“Eat!” I ordered as a smile he could not contain or hide from me lit his face. Desert was delicious that evening and I am not talking about the wonderful homemade cherry pie with melted vanilla ice cream! I found great joy in watching this handsome and strong man eat what I had prepared him and upon my orders, without hands or utensils, using only his teeth, lips and tongue.
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I enjoyed more that he was submissively doing what pleased me and I determined to see just how submissive he would be with me. I knew that he was getting something out of the exchange of power, but I did wish to set the stage for our power exchange. I, of course, would consider his wants and needs, but I first needed to establish that my wants and needs came first.
When he had finished his desert and had licked his plate clean upon my orders, I knew that he hadn’t wanted to finish the desert as his mind seemed to spin visibly to me, but he did it because I expected him to. Knowing this pleased me a great deal and I smiled at his efforts to make me happy.
“Good job Derek, thank you.” I moved to his side and stood there with him looking up into my face. I knew he was about to speak and put my finger to his sticky lips. “Shhh. No speaking Derek.”
He nodded as I lowered myself to possess his lips, licking the sticky residue of pie and ice cream from his mouth and ending with a deep and delicious kiss. I took his arm and guided him upward to stand tall beside me and looked up into his face as I moved us both away from the table and chair.
“Kneel!”
Derek knelt before me, head and eyes lowered. I loved the look of him kneeling there before me and was tempted by many things that ran through my mind, but we had important business to attend to before we could go further. It wasn’t that I felt it actually necessary, for it was more a formality in my opinion, but I needed to get his verbal consent to go further.
“Do you wish to serve me Derek?” He started to speak and I bent and held the back of his head by his hair. “I have not given you permission to speak yet Derek.” I knew I was confusing him, but my motivations in using this confusion were honorable and beneficial to the advancement of our relationship as dominant and submissive.
I could see him gulp and his facial expression became serious. I smiled. “You may speak now Derek. Answer my question honestly and from your heart. Do you, Derek, wish to serve me tonight?”
“Yes mistress!” His words came out in a rush of excitement and emotion. “Yes I do wish to serve you tonight and any other night you choose mistress.”
Again I smiled and eased my hold upon his head. Standing tall and peering into his wonderful eyes, I stroked the top of his head. “Good answer Derek, you please me well and I am sure you will please me further on this night.” I bent to whisper into his ear, his head moving toward my lips in an involuntary and impulsive need to be close to me. “You may follow me to my room. Stand now and walk behind me. When we enter my bedroom, you will walk to my bed and kneel and wait for me to come to you. Do not speak until you are told to.”
As Derek stood to follow me, I could hear his breathing accelerate and I knew his heart must be thumping hard within his large chest and I knew that something else was surely hard and thumping as well.
As Derek knelt at the side of my bed, watching me and waiting for what might come next, I smiled and moved to leave the room, closing the door behind me. I left him there for a number of reasons and didn’t say a word, also for a number of reasons. He was handcuffed and kneeling, thinking whatever he thought and expecting something for sure and it was all of this that I was addressing. How patient was this submissive man I wanted so much more with?
I went to the other bedroom next to the one he was in and through a special mirror I had installed, I watched him as I changed my clothes from the form fitting, black sweater dress I wore, to something far more interesting. I took my time, watching Derek all the while.
He remained in the position I had left him in. After a bit of time, he looked around the room without moving anything but his head. As I attached my stockings, I could tell that his curiosity was turning to concern because I hadn’t returned. There was no instant gratification and I was sure he was wondering what I might be doing. I was also sure he was impatient for me to return.
I had finished dressing and was looking over my cart of sexual instruments and basically wasting time and letting time work on Derek’s mind. I closed the doors on the cart and started to wheel it to the next room where he waited, confused and hungry. I knew he would hear the cart being placed near the closed door and would think I was ready to enter again, but I left the cart there and returned to the mirror.
I sat on a chair and watched my handsome submissive for quite some time, enjoying his confusion. After a while, I lit a cigarette and smiled thinking he was being very patient. Finally I stood to put my cigarette out and slowly return to the cart. Derek had remained just where I had left him and I had made him wait almost an hour!
He heard me moving the cart and as I opened the door, he watched as I slowing moved the cart into the room. The expression on his face was priceless, for he had no idea what was in the cart or what it actually was, but deep down, I am sure he was a bit afraid of what it was and what it might mean to him. He wasn’t fearful of me, that I knew, but still there was an edge to the unknown and I wanted him to question many things in an attempt to bring him emotionally to a certain place and teach him a few things. I smiled thinking that at least I had allowed him to see everything and hadn’t blindfolded him!
As I moved around the cart, he could see that I was in full dominant mistress apparel and he was extremely pleased with what he saw! From the tips of my boots to the straps of leather over my shoulders, his eyes took me in and I could see his cock thickening and growing under his slacks. I could tell that he wanted to speak as I moved around the room and went to a chair across from him, sat and lit a cigarette, crossed my legs and sat watching him through the fog of smoke from my lips. He held back whatever it was he wanted to say, making me even more proud of him, passing my little tests so well.
I sat in silence, while he knelt in silence and took a few more hits off my cigarette. His eyes taking me in, waiting and anticipating, but trying to contain whatever it was within him that wanted to push on and move on to more and better things and wondering why I wasn’t doing anything more. I had to force myself not to smile.
I broke the silence with whispered words he could not hear. Not having permission to speak yet, he wasn’t able to ask me what I had said and he struggled to figure it out. I smiled as the confusion on his face told me much. Again I repeated what I had said, only this time he was able to hear me and the relief he felt was written all over his face. He quickly responded and started moving on his knees towards me.
When he was in front of me, I spread my legs apart and eased myself slowly back into the chair, taking a hit off my cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray on the table next to the chair. Everything I did was done slowly and without taking my eyes from his. I could see his hunger and it thrilled me!
“Come close and smell my pussy Derek!” He moved his upper body forward and put his face and nose next to my pussy and took a deep whiff. His eyes closed as he took in the subtle perfume and my feminine scent blended. I could tell it excited him by his breathing acceleration. I shoved his face into me and rubbed against his face. “You want that don’t you Derek?”
All he could do was nod, for he wasn’t allowed to speak yet. I pulled him with both hands, hard against me and grinded against his face and then shoved his head away from me. “Kiss my boots!”
Derek tried to move back enough to bend to kiss my boots, one and then the other, as I lifted one leg and rested it on his bent back and as I pulled him with my leg towards me, I lifted his body with my other leg so that he rose as he came forward. “Mouth my pussy Derek!”
Through the thin silk of skimpy panties, Derek used his mouth to caress and excite me. He wanted so much to please me. He worked fast with his own excitement and I slapped at his shoulder and told him to go slow. He slowed his pace and started to use his tongue against the silk, trying to slip it against my clit. Again I slapped at his shoulder and told him that I hadn’t told him to do that. Derek paused not knowing what to do and a bit stunned and I slapped at his shoulder again and told him I hadn’t told him to stop. He quickly continued to mouth my pussy through the silk.
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I could feel myself growing wet and I wanted so much to move ahead, to go faster and reach a climax I had anticipated for months, but I had to hold myself back because there was a lot more that was important than a climax. “Slip your tongue into my panties Derek! You may act freely, using only your mouth and tongue, but you may enter my panties now.”
Watching him turn and twist and struggle to get beneath the silk and to my flesh made me smile. He was trying so hard and I was quite pleased with what he was actually able to accomplish, because my panties were rather tight. His tongue moved between silk and skin trying to force it through and around so that he could get to my pussy. Trying to keep the silk separated so that his tongue could do more than just get there was a challenge and I knew he was having a difficult time, but he wanted so to do what I ordered and please me, that he was determined and excited.
When his tongue finally lashed against my pussy lips and entered to lick at my clit, I let him lick for a couple of moments, personally wanting him to continue, but not being able to let it continue. I stood with him falling back with a look of surprise and concern over his performance. His expression, vulnerable and unsure tugged at my heart, but I continued.
I took the key to the handcuffs from a strap on my boot and un-cuffed him. I then pushed him onto the carpeted floor, face up and stood, slipping my panties down and off, slowly. Derek lay below me, so handsome. I straddled him and stood there looking at him intensely and gave him a small and slight smile as I lowered myself and moved upward to straddle his face. I rested my pussy on him and moved my hands over my breast and started to gently move against his mouth. Derek hadn’t been told to do anything and laid there as I moved against him, eyes wide with excitement. He watched as I touched myself and took in my every expression, breathing harder against me with his hot breath.
“You may speak freely now Derek.” I smiled because my pussy wouldn’t allow free speech.
He mumbled something against my pussy, giving a vibration feeling for me and surely, frustrating and exciting him at the same time. Who ever said pleasing a mistress was going to be easy? I laughed inwardly. I pushed myself hard against him and backed off a bit as I ordered him to ‘do it’!
He half groaned and whimpered at the same time and I smiled as he used his lips and tongue to work magic on his mistress’s pussy. His excitement grew when I made my own sounds of pleasure and he quickened his pace and now sucked against my clit. I had waited so long for this and yet I couldn’t let it be so simple or so quick!
Derek brought me close to a climax and as my head fell back, I pushed myself away from his mouth as he tried to grab my hips and keep me close and reached with his mouth to continue. He so wanted to please me and continue! I laughed as well as one can when all they want to do is cum and threw his hands off me. As I moved away I lifted his shirt to touch the flesh of his stomach. I then, sat on his stomach, grinding my wet pussy all over him and smiling at him.
“Please mistress! Please let me finish!”
I moved my head back and forth negatively and smiled to let him know I wasn’t displeased with him. He groaned in need to continue and please me. I could feel his cock head pressed against my buttocks and pushed back a bit, bringing forth a gasp and a groan from my wonderfully-horny submissive. I reached behind me and stroked my hand over his hard cock that was still incased within his clothing.
Derek groaned again and moved upward against my hand, making me smile once more. The poor man! I laughed aloud and squeezed him hard. His ‘oh god’ came out in an almost breathless gasp. Again I laughed and stopped. I stood and walked to the bed and sat on its edge and looked at him laying there so horny.
“Do you wish to please me Derek?”
His head nodded as he rushed, ready to beg to please me. “Yes!” I stopped dead still and looked at him. “Yes what?” I demanded sternly. “Yes mistress…” He gulped. “Please, mistress, please let me please you!”
“Stand and strip Derek!”
He quickly rose to his feet and in a rush, tried to strip his clothes off. “Slow down Derek!” He slowed his pace and removed his clothes, his cock popping up when freed. “Mmmmm… very nice Derek.” He smiled and continued to pull his slacks from his legs. When he finished I ordered him to kneel beside the bed in front of me. “Please me! Please me like you have never pleased a woman before Derek!”
Very quickly, my very willing and horny submissive proved his talents far exceeded most and I was ready to grind against him, wanting that climax we had both waited so long for. Grabbing his head by his hair I pulled and pushed his head as he worked diligently on my clit, as I fell back upon the bed, giving him more access to me. His hand moved up and he slipped a finger into my hot and wet pussy, as he sucked harder and moved his head to and fro. Pumping his finger into me, he groaned and stopped, looked up at me and then went in for the climax I could no longer hold back.
My body spasmed and I cried out, drowning out his satisfied groan. As my body convulsed he slowed his mouth upon my clit but didn’t remove it. Slowly as my body convulsions slowed, he gently and slowly licked at me, tasting my cum and bringing me close to another climax. I wanted his cock within me so badly, but I couldn’t give him that; not yet anyway.
“Come lay beside me Derek.”
Quickly he stood and moved to the bed and laid himself next to me. I could see his face, wet from my juices and reached to wipe them over his face. He moved his face any direction he could, enjoying the feel of it spreading all over his lower face, breathing in the scent of me on my fingers whenever I got close to his nose. I reached down and stroked his cock a few times, bringing out of him a gasping he couldn’t deny me. His cock pulsed hard against my hand and I grasped him tightly and moved my hand up and down. His eyes closed.
I held him as I moved upward and moved over him, my long hair tickling him. Bending my head I moved my lips to his hard, pulsating cock and slipped my tongue out and over the head of his cock. His eyes opened and a look of pure pleasure came upon his face. His hands reached for me and I watched as it seemed he thought better of the idea and restrained himself, his hands held suspended in midair. I smiled and whipped my tongue quickly over the length of his cock, twisting it around him, his cock leaping upward in need. Up and down his cock I flicked and licked him numerous times until I took his head into my mouth and sucked hard. I could tell he wanted to push himself into my mouth, but I wouldn’t let him.
I whipped at his cock with my tongue as he gasped, needing more. His need pleasing me greatly. I continued until I knew he wanted to cum and then stopped and looked at him as he strained to control himself. The look on his face showed me that he wanted to beg for me to continue, but wouldn’t. I almost wanted to push him so far that he would beg, but not because I wanted or needed him to beg, but because of how it would effect him, but I resisted that urge.
“Mistress… I…”
“Shhhh Derek… all in good time my darling.” He returned my gentle smile, all while trying to contain the lust he felt.
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I moved off of the bed and to the cart and opened a door. I removed a medium sized dildo and moved back to the bed and lay down. I handed Derek the dildo. “Fuck me!” I smiled as I knew full well that the last thing Derek wanted to do was to fuck me with a dildo! He wanted to fuck me with his hard and ready and oh so beautiful cock!
Still his need and desire to please me was foremost important to both of us and he did what I ordered, soon enjoying himself greatly. I came hard many times as he continued to fuck me with the dildo. On my last climax, I reached down and stilled his hand, the dildo still within me and pulled his hands to hold me around my waist. I wound my hands in his hair and pulled him to my lips and kissed him deeply, both of us moaning into one another’s mouths.
As we kissed I held him firmly, moving my hands all over him and without him noticing removed the dildo from my well fucked pussy and put it beside me in the bed. Gazing into his eyes, feeling his hard cock, still needful of a cum, hard against me made me crave him, but it wasn’t time for that.
With one final kiss and a firm hug, I moved slightly away from him and looked deep into his beautiful eyes. “Mine… mine, mine, mine.”
His need to be mine was so great that all he could do was nod his head and his eyes closed for a moment, absorbing the emotional high of it all. We were both emotionally high and of course his sexual desire added to it all. He was ecstatic that he had pleased me and that alone was a high for him, but there was so much more he needed and it all consumed him like only a submissive could be consumed.
I slowly moved upward and off of the bed and stood looking at my handsome submissive male, hard cock and all. I pointed to the head of the bed, as we had been lying across its width and told him to lie upon it the proper way. I loved watching his firm body with his muscles tensing and relaxing as he moved to obey. When he lay lengthwise upon the bed, face up, I smiled. “Turn over Derek.” He turned over, face down.
I let him lay there for a number of minutes before I said or did anything. I loved looking at him and allowed myself that pleasure. Slowly I walked around the bed and at each corner of the bed, I pulled the straps I had permanently attached to the wood frame and secured first a wrist and then a leg, moving to the other side and doing the same until he was completely bound to my bed. I walked to my cart, as Derek’s turned head strained to watch me and see what I was doing.
Smiling and knowing he couldn’t see me and could only hear me, I opened a door and removed a leather strap paddle. I smacked it against my hand firmly with a quick snap and was very satisfied with the sound of his breath escaping him with a gush and a long drawn out ‘oh’.
I moved to the bed and sat upon it and stroke his ass with the leather strap. I ran it in circles over his tensing butt and gave a short snap of it on his ass. He gasped expecting it to be a harder slap, tensing and relaxing, tensing again and waiting for another. Relieved it wasn’t harder and yet wishing it had been. I could see it all on his face and with his body movements.
Smiling, I started hitting his ass harder with each strike as he soon started wiggling as much as the binds would allow. His ass moved upward wanting the smacks and away when they became harder to handle. He struggled to not make a sound and yet that was exactly what I wanted to cause him to do. His silence inspired me to hit him harder and harder. Soon he couldn’t contain himself or the need to gasp or cry out. His whimpers turning to outright cries, as he struggled against movement, encouraged me to continue and soon he was struggling against the binding and the paddle that came quicker on his ass, repeatedly striking him with blows that soon brought him to tears.
As his ass reddened and all he was doing let me know he was right where I wanted him emotionally, I eased up on his ass and let him absorb it all. Once in a while I would give his ass a hard smack and when he thought I would stop, I started again. Never before had I wanted so badly to bruise an ass and make him whimper before me and ending in tears, of which I would kiss and wipe away as I held him and gave him my love. For indeed, I did love this submissive man that so willingly took what I gave him.
Soon he was crying out, tears sliding from his face and into the pillow that cradled his face. Lost in a world of pain and pleasure and need, I stopped and moved around the bed undoing the straps. He curled on his side watching me through his healing tears, his cock no longer hard, hard, but semi hard. I moved to lie beside him and pull him to me, kissing his face where wetness lay and stroking his head that lay rested upon my full breast. I held him until his tears subsided and he nuzzled against my breast.
As he gained control and lay, held safely within my loving arms, I could once again feel his hard cock against me. I pulled him upward to lay more evenly with me on the bed and held him tightly against me, gently pushing up against him, tempting him and inducing his desire. Grasping his hair and winding it within my hands I pulled his head toward me to kiss him and continued to use his mouth for my pleasure. When he moaned, I pulled away and whispered. “Fuck me Derek, my beloved.”
His hard cock filled me and I gasped in pleasure. How long it seemed that I had waited for this! So many days and nights learning him and helping him to know me better so that he could fill my wet pussy with his hard shaft! Finally he was mine; all mine and I couldn’t have asked for more. He filled me, pumped me, hard and fast just how I like to be fucked and I knew he wanted and needed desperately to cum, but refused to let himself until I either encouraged him to or I had cum so many times that he would feel he had pleased me enough that I would allow his cum.
I wouldn’t have minded if he had cum the moment he entered me, but he didn’t know that and I wasn’t going to tell him that, at least not at the moment! As he fucked me hard and I came once again, I wanted his cum more than anything else. “Give me your cum Derek! Give it to me! Now!”
His body tensed as he moved and out of me a couple of times, as hard as he could and as he cried out, in almost tears, he came harder than I had ever felt a man cum inside of me. I came with him and both our cries of pleasure and complete satisfaction filled the room.
As we lay panting and easing into the calm after the sexual storm, Derek moved to my side, holding me tightly as I kissed his dear face. He stroked my body gently without sexual intent and we cuddled, whispering our devotion to one another as dominant and submissive lovers.
Derek finally raised his head and bent to kiss my lips in a tender kiss of love and even submission. When he had done this, he turned his head in the direction of my cart and turned back to me quickly. I knew what was in his mind but waited. He paused for only a moment, but curiosity got the better of him.
“Mistress, just what all is in that cart?”
I smiled one of my brightest smiles, my facial expression a sign of great emotional magnitude for both of us.
“My dear, you will just have to wait to find that out!”
With that, Derek smiled and eased himself back down and next to me, pulling me close to hold me. Satisfied, that there would be a future with his new mistress and happy to know that she had many secrets she intended to share with him!
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9 Stone Cum Queen in the Club
Here I am.
I am sitting on a toilet, in a club, in a basement, in the centre of London.
I am fully clothed. I am wearing black opaque tights over my long legs. I am wearing yellow court shoes with three-inch heels. I am wearing the tightest, highest denim shorts you have ever seen. I am wearing a simple black vest top with a low cleavage. I have single string of pearls around my neck.
I have just swallowed the cum of three men.
I tried not to waste a drop but the last guy pulled out a little too early and let a few tiny drops of his cum fall down my cleavage and onto my pale white breasts. Cum is running into the crack between my tits.
I am tired. My legs are splayed apart. I am alone in the cubicle.
I weigh nine stone. That’s a perfect weight for my height. A doctor told me.
Getting undressed is sexy. Sometimes getting dressed is even better. Sometimes the best thing in the world is to make someone come whilst remaining fully clothed.
Here I am at nine o’clock, earlier the same evening. I am in the shower. I clean myself thoroughly. I can be so dirty. I can be so clean. If I’m planning an evening where I go out looking for cum I want to scrub myself clean first.
A freshly washed shaven cunt is what I like. I turn the shower on full and put the shower-head right up to my cunt. I part my pussy lips. I push up some soap. Ooooh that’s it. Clean as a whistle.
I enjoy nice things. I’m not rich but I will spend a lot of money on some things.
I spent a lot of money on Egyptian cotton towels. I use them to dry myself. I pat the soft towel against my pale white tits. I dry my pussy. It will get wet again.
I spent a lot of money on a string of pearls. I put them on. I clasp them together at the back of my smooth neck. You will rarely see me without my pearls. In my stories here on Literotica I will nearly always have my pearls on. Unless I say otherwise assume I have a string of pearls hanging just above my collarbone and my perfect tits.
I spent a lot of money on my underwear. I put on a black bra and matching short pants. They are quite plain, but please don’t underestimate them; they are expensive and are made of deceptively thin polyester mix. The material can be seen through when it is stretched tight. It is stretched tight. It is stretched tight around my tits. Lean in close and you can see my dark brown nipples squashed flat.
The fit is close.
The fit is right.
I feel sexy in posh girl’s underwear.
I pull on my panties. They feel good and snug around my tight high ass. From behind if you leaned in near enough you would be able to make out the crack of my ass through the dark sheer material.
My clean shaven cunt feels good against the gusset.
Don’t you love girls who use the word ‘cunt’. I love girls who use the word ‘cunt’.
Imagine a world where girls walk up to you and whisper softly in your ear; “My name is 9 Stone Cum Queen, I can fit three fingers up my cunt. I can fit my thumb up my ass-hole but then it starts to hurt a little bit.”
That’s my world.
I even spend a lot of money on hosiery. These tights are satin opaque 50 denier tights from Wolford. Look them up; they cost £18. Some girls spend £3 or £4 on tights.
Not me.
I will usually be wearing some kind of sexy hosiery in my stories. Not always, but usually. In my first story for Literotica I was wearing proper silk hold ups with suspender belts. I laddered them as I knelt in the middle of the street and asked a complete stranger to shoot semen across my face.
I have my necklace. I have my bra. I have short style panties. I have expensive dark black tights that cover my long strong white legs.
I have short dyed black hair. It is cut into a bob. It is cut high at the back so you can see my bare neck. At the front, my long fringe falls around my face.
A have a small mouth. I sometimes struggle to fit a big cock in.
What is your feeling about tight high cut denim shorts? They fit tight around my firm and surprisingly big ass. They are tight around my crotch too. They put a little extra pressure on my cunny. They are cut really high. You can see my thighs. From behind they are cut so high you can see the bottom of my ass checks.
The thing is, I love stockings and hold ups. I think the whole thing about stockings is the ease of access. If a girl has a skirt on with stockings, any man can slip a hand up there and touch the bare skin of the thigh. Anyone could pull aside the gusset of the panties and in no time at all they have slipped their finger inside a warm wet snatch.
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Tights are a completely different proposition. Everything is contained and tidied away. Cunts are hidden away. Combined with my tight denim shorts and a pair of high heels, it’s going to take you quite a while to get to my pussy.
If you want to fuck me now, you have to slip my shoes off. Pull down my shorts. Pull down my tights. Pull down my panties and only then can you bend me over and slide something into my wet place.
So I ask you again. What are your feelings on tights and shorts?
In my eight story for Literotica I will tell you about a time when I was taken by force. A man who urgently needs my cunt rips my tights apart. He bends me over and pulls my panties aside and rams my cunt-hole. He hurts me. It’s a story where I get more cock than I can manage.
I put on bright yellow court shoes with a three-inch heel. Everything will be dark and denim except for the yellow shoes. They are the main feature. I have lots of shoes.
I can walk in a three-inch heel easily. I can walk in four-inch heels as well; they make my calf muscles pop out. They make my ass wiggle as I walk. Five-inch heels are harder to walk in. I really only wear them for fucking.
I have recently bought a pair of six-inch heels. They are absolutely ridiculous. There are made of black patent leather. They have the thinnest ankle strap. They are impossible to walk in.
I will wear them in my fourth story. It will be the first story where I allow a cock into my cunt.
I pull a tight black vest over my tits. It has thin shoulder straps. It has a low cleavage. If I knelt down and you stood above me with your cock in your hand you would be able to see straight down the crack of my tits. My 30Ds are pulled tight together.
I can make my tits feel like a cunt. If you slide your cock between my puppies I can squeeze them together and make them feel like a cunt.
I leave the house.
I walk past some boys on a street corner.
They say, “Slut.” They say, “Whore.” They say, “Slag.”
I walk past two men.
They say, “She’s asking for it.” They say, “I’d fuck her so hard.”
I walk past a couple.
He thinks, “I would like to fuck her up the ass in the middle of an empty car park.”
She says, “Stop looking at that girl.”
I visit my favourite nightclub. The bouncer smiles at me. I once let him wank over me. I was wearing a tight red dress like a whore. We did it in an alley round the back of the club. The dress was ruined; I had to throw it out.
I ignore him. Like I told him I would.
The club is busy. They play sixties girl groups. They play ‘Under My Thumb’ by the Rolling Stones. Everyone stares at my bright yellow heels and my long legs.
When I stand at the bar I stand with my knees together. I have one foot out to the side. It makes me look cute. When I lean back at the bar I make sure I push my breasts out.
When I dance I move ass around, I make sure that the men see. I make the men want to fuck my ass.
Let me tell you something. I get my ass fucked just once a year, on my birthday. I will tell you all about my birthday ass-fuckings in ninth story.
There are three men looking at me, drinking lager. They look stupid. They look like idiots. They are not usually at this club. They don’t dress in the indie/sixties style.
They look like men who shout. They look like men who fight.
One is fat and bald.
One is thin and ginger.
One is ordinary. He has a wedding ring on.
They are not attractive.
They are talking and laughing at me. They are saying things like. “Are her tits real?”
They are saying, “I could have her any time.”
They are thinking, “I will never, ever fuck a girl like that.”
They are right, they never will.
I walk up to the fat, bald one. I do not touch him, but lean in very close and whisper in his ear quietly. “Come to the girl’s toilet. Furthest cubicle. You will fill my mouth.”
I walk away with my drink in my hand. I go to the toilet. I go to the furthest cubicle.
I leave the door unlocked. I sit on the toilet with my legs wide apart. I sip my gin and tonic.
I am a little nervous. Yes, even me, sometimes I get a little nervous. I know he will come.
I hear him walk in. He opens the door to my cubicle.
The fat stupid fuck is white as a sheet and shaking like a leaf.
I say, “I come here baby.”
He stands in front of me between my legs. I can smell his cock through his jeans.
I undo his flies. He gasps. I pull down his boxer shorts and pull out his small cock.
His cock stinks. I think he wanked before he came out tonight and didn’t wash it. He is only semi-hard. He is scared shitless.
My tongue lightly circles the tip of his helmet. I don’t like his taste.
I wrap my sticky red lips fully around his helmet. He grows harder in my mouth.
I like that feeling when a man grows harder in my mouth.
Underneath my tight denim shorts, underneath my dark opaque tights, underneath my expensive panties, my cunt tingles.
I have a small mouth. I can’t fit every cock inside it. But this one fits in easily. I can slide my lips down his small cock. He can deep throat me and I won’t even gag.
As I slide my lips up and down his shaft I leave red lipstick smears on his cock.
As I slide my lips up and down his shaft I stroke my legs. I stroke my long nylon clad legs up and down.
His cock won’t get any larger then it is now and it is still pretty small.
I take my mouth away from his cock and look up at him. I say, “Hurry up and come in my mouth, you dumb fuck.”
He puts his cock back in between my red lips. I close the tight around his shaft. He moves his hips and starts to fuck my mouth. His belly wobbles.
My cunt tingles.
I stroke my legs.
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