12-20-2014, 01:16 PM | #121 | |
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Nadia's Bed
I was under water, afloat in a deep blue sea. I could not move, I was caught in a fishnet struggling to get out. I was drowning, not getting enough air. At the last moment I heard the insistent ping... ping... ping... of an approaching submarine's sonar.
It was Nadia's cell phone. I had a poisoning headache and was sweating profoundly and when I tried to listen in to her conversation I didn't understand one word. She had left the bed and was standing in front of the window, overlooking the Spree. The air was sticky and hot. Her naked body shimmered in the flickering lights from the clubs and bars on the other side of the river that were reflected by the sheen of perspiration on her skin. She shook her head and turned away from the window and a dark shadows crept across her breasts and down between the length of her thighs. Her voice grew angry, but she did not speak up and I still could not understand what she was talking about. Finally she broke the connection and came back to the bed. She brushed some damp strands of hair out of my face, pondered for a few seconds and then said, in a soothing voice, "Poor Emily. The BF is looking for you. He wants you to come home immediately." I pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes, hoping that it was only another bad dream, that she would come back to bed, forget about him and take me in her arms. She did not. Another loud ping signaled a new text message. She gave me her phone, switched the lights on, pulled the duvet away and said, "Get up, girl. Face reality..." Quote:
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12-21-2014, 07:10 AM | #122 |
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Emily's flat
Nadia had given me enough money to pay the cab driver. She had also given me one of her dresses. But no shoes, no underwear and no coat, and the dress was short and tight. The BF's directions had been very specific.
When I got out of the cab, my flat was brightly lit. All lights were on. All windows were open. All shades were up. I didn't like it. But at the same time it was good, as I didn't have a key. The keys had been in my purse and my purse was God knows where... The call button on the top of the board is mine. I rung the bell and heard the BF's sleek voice, "Yeah?" Exasperated I yelled, "It's me, Emily... your slut! Please, open the door." There was no reply, but the door was buzzed open and I entered the building. I took the elevator. The door to my flat was wide open. A guy I had never seen before stood on a stepladder and installed something on the ceiling of my vestibule. I forced my way past the stepladder. The BF was in the kitchenette and examined the fridge. "Do you by any chance have another bottle of Champagne? I want to celebrate!" I looked at him incredulously. "What's there to celebrate?" He pointed his finger at me and chuckled. "First rule, young lady, whenever you're home, you have to be naked! So please, get out of your dress." I knew better than to buck and stripped naked. The cold air made me shiver and my nipples poked out. Of course he noticed and added with mock sincerity, "You may close the windows, sweetie. But only after we have shared a glass of champagne... Cheers!" I accepted the glass and sipped on it. Cautiously. Alcohol was not what I needed right now. The guy in dungarees descended from the ladder and joined us. The BF offered him a glass too and said, "Good job, Buddy! I think that's it for today." He took his smart phone out - a high-res Samsung Galaxy S5 in charcoal black - opened an app, typed something in and watched attentively. "Seems to work just fine. Cool... Thank you! Send me the bill." The guy took the ladder and his tools and left. The BF closed the door behind him and said, "Now you may close the windows, Slut! And then, switch off the lights, empty your glass and have a look..."
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12-21-2014, 07:41 AM | #123 |
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Fantastic two chapters in 2 days after all this time between posts I wasn't expecting that.
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01-04-2015, 04:11 PM | #124 |
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Emily's flat
He was standing close enough for me to feel the heat emanating from his body. I was so cold and miserable that I pressed myself against him just to get some warmth. My head throbbed with pain and I would have loved to snuggle into his arms, but he was so fascinated with the images on his smart phone that I had no chance.
He turned the screen towards me and grinned, "Have a look, Slut! I think you'll like this!" The display showed some thumbnail images. The BF moved his fingers across the screen and the thumbnails moved to the left. More sweeps revealed a long row of thumbnails coming in from the right. He gave me the phone so I could have a closer look and I recognized my flat. Suddenly it dawned on me. The dungaree guy had installed webcams in all of my rooms and the BF had an app that allowed him to monitor all the camera streams. I tapped one of the thumbnails and a top view of my bed filled the screen. "Well done, Slut." The BF was pleased. "You can use the thumbnails, but you can also circle directly from one full screen view to the next..." He moved his fingers over the screen and the image switched to a full screen view of my wardrobe. It was a beautiful view if you wanted to see me getting dressed. Or, for that matter, getting undressed... More sweeping gestures, and the camera showed my bathroom. First my sink, then my shower, then the bathtub, then the toilet bowl. And yes... the toilet bowl was shot from a low angle, right in front of the toilet. "Ain't that cool, Slut? You can be seen sitting down and, if you spread your legs, even peeing!" The BF was growing more and more enthusiastic. "All the streams are in real-time, but we also have an archive, so you can go back to everything that has happened over the last weeks! And, what's really nice, all HD cameras have two operating modes: regular and multi-spectrum. Multi-spectrum means that the camera uses infra-red and every other available wavelength, so we can see you even when the lights are out! Wanna try? Switch off the lights, will you?" I was so perplexed that I obeyed without thinking. And yes, I still saw us standing in my living room and despite the fact that the lights were out and that it was only in black and white, I could easily see that I was naked and that he was still fully clothed. I didn't want to know anything about this any more. I was so tired that I only wanted him to go home and leave me alone. I would deal with all of this tomorrow, hopefully with a clear and non-hurting head...
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01-11-2015, 02:27 PM | #125 | |
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Emily's flat
I told him that I was really impressed by all this but that I needed to go to bed and if he could please give me my keys back, but he was not done yet. “I'm staying. You're dealing with it. End of discussion."
I begged, I pleaded, I told him that tomorrow I had an appointment with the grim banker. I emphasized that I did not want to miss it, as he still had my phone and that I desperately needed some sleep, but he looked me up and down and grinned. "Nice marks on your body, Slut! Did you like the spanking?" I stubbornly shook my head. "No? I would have thought that it turned you on. Wasn't it cool to be used by all these guys?" I grunted, non-committal. I didn't like where this was going. He grinned even more. "Don't worry, Slut. You'll get your keys. But I want you to get some spare ones. I will need at least three, I think Laura needs one, and Nadia should have one too. So, for a start, get seven. And, for the time being, do not lock the door when your in and leave the key under the door mat when you are out. There is no need to lock your door..." He lead me to the kitchenette, switched the lights on and refilled our glasses. "Cheers, Slut... Today is the dawning of a new era. Let's celebrate! Come on... Get down on your knees..." He opened his trousers and took his dick out. I did not dare to resist. I wanted to get it over as soon as possible. I took him in my mouth and tried to make him hard. He did not stop talking. I barely listened, but a few things stuck in my mind. "It's a website that can be accessed on a computer or on any mobile device... Access is limited... Not available to everybody... Only to registered users.... Registrations are hard to get.... Only on recommendation.... Just a few high class users will be able to watch you 24/7..." I let go of his dick and looked him in the eyes. My hands kneaded his thighs. He stopped talking. I put one of his balls into my mouth, swished it around, switched to the other. He breathed hard when I managed to put both into my mouth and he resumed talking. "We need to give them a show. That's why I want you to be naked all the time.... We will have power users, who can give you tasks.... you will like these tasks, you will do whatever they want, you will look happy and eager and you will make sure that they think you love them and that you can't think of anything more arousing than doing their tasks.... If not, you will be in deep trouble..." He grabbed my hair and shook my head and I drenched his lap with my saliva. Starting at the root, I worked my way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head, gave that area some licks, and then teased him with long slow licks up and down the shaft. Finally I lowered my mouth over his entire organ, getting it deep inside my mouth. "At the same time I want you to stay in touch with all these online acquaintances of yours. Especially Ben, that self-announced online master of yours. I like the tasks he gives you. Quite imaginative. Tell him that you really want to play with him. Encourage him. Ask him for tasks. I like the wicked way his mind works..." I slowly bobbed my head up and down, squeezing his butt. I could hear his breathing getting heavier. I stroked the root of his cock with my hands and swallowed his shaft, swirling my tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock. He was sweating. I drooled and slobbered all over his lap, trying to make the blowjob as wet and messy as possible. "All your email and mobile communications will be monitored... I will read every word you write and I will hear every word you say... Do not try to cheat! Be the slut you are. Everybody will like it..." I moaned. It was hard to say anything with my mouth filled up. I sucked him faster and continued to moan as I prepared to finish him off. My pace and intensity grew with each trip up and down his dick. I made loud slurping noises and sucking sounds with my mouth. His cock was rock hard and throbbing. I could feel it shaking. I visualized the hot white cum loaded up in his balls getting ready to squirt. "OH! Fuck! OHHHHH!" The contractions began, and his erection flexed. I focused my tongue on the head of his dick while tightening my grip around his balls. I felt pre-cum dripping out. Then the explosion came. I gulped most of it down quickly, but some of it filled my cheeks. I struggled to breath through my nose while I finished him off, milking even more cum out of his balls with my hands. His was still in my mouth. I slowly let him withdraw and gave the head of his cock a soft little kiss, licking off the last remaining drops of fluid. "You are a good girl..." He breathed deeply, reached into his pocked and put the keys on my kitchenette. "I will go now... But before you go to sleep, check your emails. The night is still young..." Quote:
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Ben
I heard a Ping! and I saw that I had another message from Ben. My night was his evening. I stiffled a groan and kneeled down to read. After the BF's remark, I was pretty sure that Ben was one of the power users who could see me at all times...
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Coming home late, I checked my emails. As soon as I saw your message, I tensed, gasped for breath and felt my heart race. I stripped naked and got on my knees. I know by now how my body reacts to your messages and yes, there was the familiar pattern: as soon as I spread my legs, my pussy opened wide and I started to sweat. And reading your mail, my clit became very obvious. I so much wanted to touch it! I did not! Instead I fetched a marker and crawled to the bathroom, juices running down my thighs. Before I could climb into the shower, I got your second message... OMG! You are so right, Master Ben! I know that I'm your toy and now you want me to be every man's toy? Oh yes, Sir, please, Sir. Train me to get wet whenever I hear am man's voice, to get horny whenever I see a man's body, to spread my legs whenever I feel a man's touch... I'm a dirty whore who needs to be challenged, humiliated and punished... I am a mere plaything, a slut to be used and abused by every guy who is strong enough to claim my body... I washed my body thoroughly. Clean and dry as a baby I crawled back into the living room, got a piece of paper and wrote in big, bold letters "THIS USELESS SLUT BELONGS TO MASTER BEN" in one long line. Still on my knees I reversed the paper, put it on my thighs and, looking down to my belly, copied the line as meticulously as I could across my waste line. Now it's there, in one long line, in bright red letters, all in upper case, stretching from my right hipbone to my left hipbone, passing just above my pussy. So good that my private parts are freshly shaved. This done I spread my legs even wider and spanked my pussy lips and my clit. I started with my left hand, 10 strokes, counting out loud, "One, Thank You, Master Ben" and "Two, Thank You, Master Ben" and... after only three strokes my pussy lips looked flushed. They got redder with every stroke and after the first run I was hot and good. After the next 20 strokes, this time using my right hand, I was sore and vehemently aroused. I'm right handed, so the second run was a lot more vicious. I can't describe what I felt, but you can be sure there was a lot of moaning and heavy breathing and sobbing while I counted out "Twenty-eight, Thank You, Master Ben" and "Twenty-nine, Thank You, Master Ben" and finally "Thirty, Thank You, Master Ben". My nipples were hard and protruding, my juices covered my hands and my inner thighs, and my clit had retracted long ago. I was so close. And I'm still not allowed to touch.... I will not remove the writing. It will stay on my skin for at least one week. And it will be seen... Yours, Slave_E" It was real late when I crawled into my bed. I was dead tired and fell into a dozy sleep immediately...
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Last year I got breast implants. Now my boobs look bigger and more seductive. I also had my vulva tightened and beautified. Now I feel like a living Barbie Doll. I have a pretty face, bright eyes, red lips and an inviting smile I have swaying hips, a tight ass and a nicely accessible asshole I have provocative piercings and an inviting slave tattoo I am good in giving orgasms But I prefer not to have orgasms myself |
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03-04-2015, 02:25 PM | #127 | |
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Company
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Running late I did not pay attention when I crossed the reception and ran into a guy who took me in his arms to prevent me from falling down. Oh my. I steadied myself and stepped back. It was him. "So here you are, Emily. Just in time and properly dressed. You want your phone back?" He knew my name. He had checked my mobile. He had seen everything. I blushed and looked down at my feet. He chuckled. "What's wrong, Emily? Do I make you nervous?" I glanced around. "N-no I-I just . . . never mind." A few guys left the escalator and walked by. They chatted and did not pay attention, but the girl at the reception listened to every word I said and a middle-aged woman in business attire was coming directly towards us with the obvious intent of talking to him. Before she could get him, he told her he would drop by later, took my arm and pushed me towards the escalators. Meekly I followed him to one of the upper floors. He opened the door to a big room with a round table surrounded by cantilever chairs in white and chrome, a side table with mineral water and orange juice in front of a blue monochrome painting, a wall-high window and an amazing view. He invited me to sit down but remained standing and sighed. "You are a strange girl, Emily..." I returned his look, but did not reply. With all the light coming from the back I could not see his face, but somehow he did not appear to be so grim any more. "Frankly, I do not know what to do with you. I have seen your photos, read your text messages, checked your emails, gone through your contacts. I've even searched Google for you. I know that you live alone, that you are a student and that you have excellent grades. You seem to be a well-educated and intelligent girl, and yet, there are these strange pictures. Plus I have seen you in action. It was a very impressive performance, I will give you that, but it was nothing I would expect from a decent, well bred girl like you." As before, I blushed, but I did not look down. For a guy on the good side of 50 he still cut an imposing figure, and he had a fascinating presence. He used all the right visual and vocal cues. He moved his hands and made eye contact and... I fell for his voice. Pitch, volume, rate of speech... you name it. Despite my awkward situation, I found his delivery hard to resist. "What shall I do with you, little Emily? I'm vexed by your conundrum. It teases me. I do not think I can return your cell phone before I have found out what's going on...." Suddenly it clicked. Everything made sense. Him being teased was something I could relate to. And thanks to the BF, I knew about being blackmailed. I felt the blood rush to my private parts. I was aware of the writing above my pussy. "THIS USELESS SLUT BELONGS TO MASTER BEN". He was so right. I got wet whenever I heard a man's voice. I got horny whenever I saw a man's body. I spread my legs whenever I felt a man's touch. I was nothing but a useless slut, a mere plaything, a dirty whore who wanted to be challenged, humiliated and punished... I waited for him to make the first move. "Unfortunately I do not have time to talk to you in length over these things right now, as I have an appointment with a client. But you seem to be a bright girl. Would you care to join me and take some notes?" I was flabbergasted by this unexpected gambit, but I nodded eagerly and confirmed that I was all ready to go. I stood up, and when I passed him I felt the back of his hand softly brushing my naked arm. I turned towards him and all the lights from the windows fell on my face and he said, "You are not only a very beautiful but also a very clever girl, Emily." I followed him to the underground parking and sat silently next to him in his dark Audi while he drove to Mitte. He parked on Prenzlauer Allee and took me to the Soho House, a private members’ club. We met his client - an English speaking guy I did not know – and I jotted down as much of the conversation as I could. After the meeting we strolled down Karl-Liebknecht-Strasse, passed the Volksbühne at Rosa-Luxemburg-Platz and ended up at an Asian restaurant named Susuro on Rosa-Luxemburg-Strasse. "You are invited, little Emily!" It was the first time he had spoken to me directly since we had left the agency. He ordered pork belly noodle soup and sake for both of us, put on some glasses and asked for my notes. He read them attentively and twice a faint smile crossed his lips. When the soup arrived, he ate without any visible effort, while I had to struggle with my chopsticks and felt like a stupid and inexperienced little girl. On the way back to the Audi, he suddenly took my arm, muttered, "I need something for the wife..." and dragged me across the street. I followed. He stopped in front of BLUSH DESSOUS. Our eyes met. I raised my eyebrows and he smiled. "Want to come in?" I certainly did not want to be left outside, alone with the shop windows, so I said, "Yes...". The shop was dominated by a big brass bed in the middle of the room. One of the shop assistants took care of his needs, while I amused myself by browsing the lingerie on display. I was just examining BAMBI, a very sheer bra with matching thongs in charcoal gray when he came back carrying a glossy paper bag. He looked at BAMBI, grinned, and asked if it was my size. I nodded, too embarrassed to talk. He took the hanger, left for the cash desk, came back with two glossy paper bags and offered one to me. Somewhat perplexed, I took it. The printing on the bag read, "We at BLUSH think that women know best what's good for them. Especially when it comes to sexiness and sensuality. BLUSH is made for women by women." Before I could say anything, he turned and left the shop. Crossing the street again he lead me past some sleazy looking neon signs hustling the attractions of MVS Multi Video Show City. Big red displays promised the excitements of a Sex Cinema, the thrills of a super sexy Live Show and the availability of private rooms. I frowned, but he smiled. One block up he told me, "We still have some time..." and entered the Volksbar, just opposite the Volksbühne. I followed him up the stairs to the first floor gallery. A writing on the wall read: "Du kannst nur im Meer der Liebe schwimmen, wenn Du keine Angst hast zu ertrinken." He ordered a Gin Tonic for me, and an espresso for him and wanted to know about my life, my studies, my family and my friends. I felt awkward and gave only monosyllabic answers, but he chatted happily about his life, about the company, his clients, his wife, his children, his girlfriends. He ordered another Gin Tonic for me and another espresso for him and told me that his wife knows about him having affairs and that he likes to have bareback sex and that it turns him on if a girl is not on the pill and that he expects me to wear BAMBI the next time I see him. Driving back to the agency he looked as happy as the Cheshire Cat. Before we left the car, he handed me my mobile, leaned over, kissed me on the lips and said, "Have fun with your toy, little Emily!" I let the kiss linger for a few seconds, grabbed the phone and got out of the car. He followed me, held me by my arms and, using all his well-honed persuasiveness, told me that I was an intriguing girl and that he wanted me to be available on short notice. I would get a message from his PA... |
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03-04-2015, 11:40 PM | #128 |
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Another amazing chapter I wish I could write as well as you can. The fact that you are writing in your second language makes it all the more impressive
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My mobile played Depeche Mode's "Master and Servant". You can guess who's idea it was to make this the ringtone for messages from the BF.
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I am not allowed to wear clothes when I'm at home, so I closed the door, doffed the t-shirt and opened the envelope. It contained three white cardboard boxes labeled "Female Viagra". I opened one of the boxes and found five blister packs, each containing 20 little pink pills and a package leaflet. The leaflet said the pills were made for women who wanted to get more pleasure from sex. It claimed that the pills were made with a glance to all women's constitutional peculiarities and that they would considerably increase any woman’s sex drive. They would also promote my erogenous zones' sensitivity and the secretion of the vagina and thus intensify and prolong my arousal. "It's a lot... It's a lot..." The mobile played Depeche Mode again. Dave Gahan sang "Master and Servant..." I put my middle finger on the sensor. "There's a new game we like to see, a game with added reality, forget about equality..." The ringtone stopped. A message popped up. Quote:
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It was 7:45 CET. I donned a short skirt and a tank top (no underwear), ran down four stairs to get my newspaper, ran up again, doffed my clothes and had breakfast. I brushed my teeth, showered, applied makeup and dressed in a short stretchy black tank top dress (meaning it is cut like a tank top, leaving my arms and my shoulders naked and showing a lot of side boobs). I added black transparent tights, black high-heel ankle boots, an oversized white crop top with a neckline so low that it did fall from my shoulders, and a yellow-pink-orange scarf. I added my leather jacket and a gray woollen cap for my train ride to the university. When I hopped into the train, it was not crowded. I was happy for that, as I could feel my breasts tense and the blood rush to my private parts. I took some selfies and saw that my face had turned a dark red. Cautiously I stroked my nipples. It felt strangely arousing. I let my hand wander under the hem of my dress. My pussy was dripping wet. It was clearly visible through the transparent fabric of the tights, so when more people entered, I stopped touching and crossed my legs in a vain attempt to look modest. It did not prevent me from feeling like a wanton slut... Lectures passed uneventful, except that I got a few curious looks for doing selfies all the time. For lunch I did not go to the university's canteen, but to a small Italian restaurant nearby. I was aware of the BF's order to take pictures and wanted to satisfy his curiosity by doing something out of the ordinary. In the restaurant, I sat at the window. The table was close to some red-hot heaters and it was so warm that I did not only take off the jacket and the shawl, but also the crop top. I do not know if I would have been so daring without the pills, but my pussy was good and wet and I wanted to flaunt my boobs. I took more selfies and enjoyed the waves of tingles rippling through my body until the waiter interrupted me. He smiled, as if he was happy to see me. Maybe he was. I ordered grilled fish and a salad. As soon as he was gone I returned to the phone, went to the sharing sheet, tapped photo sharing and hoped that the BF would be satisfied. Looking up I noticed four guys and two girls that had entered the restaurant. They rearranged the tables across from me so that they could sit in a group. I was exactly in their field of vision and soon the guys turned their heads to sneak a peek at me. The girls noticed, stuck their heads together and exchanged witty remarks. At least I think they were witty, as they giggled a lot. It was annoying, but at the same time arousing. It made me bold enough to order a Pinot Grigio. I took a big swallow and felt naughty. By the time I was done eating, the group was tired of watching and my glass was empty. I slowly slipped my right hand between my legs and touched my clit. With the phone held in place by my left hand, I took pictures of everything that was happening down there... The waiter stopped me. He was a good looking guy, with dark eyes, a cool hairdo and lots of tattoos, so I smiled at him and allowed him a good look down my cleavage. He had brought me a glass of Grappa on the house. At first I wanted to refuse, but then I thought, "What the hell!" and downed it in one gulp. I asked for the bill, but he lingered with me until one of his colleagues turned up with the receipt. I paid and went for the bathroom, taking my purse with me, leaving my clothes at the table. I was sure that both waiters would keep an eye on my belongings. To amuse them I tried to walk like a model, putting my feet in front of each other in a zig-zag movement, giving my body that characteristic swing. There was only one unisex toilet and it was occupied. I leaned against the wall and looked in a wall-mounted mirror. My nipples were hard and clearly visible under the stretchy cotton of my dress. I opened my purse, took my lipstick out and started to re-apply my makeup, when the door opened and a big man in a grey suit left the toilet, completely filling the narrow corridor. My hands dangled limply at my sides and I pressed my back against the wall, but he could not pass without touching me. I stood on tiptoes and pulled my stomach in and he looked down at me, turned sideways and brushed my tits with his tie clad chest and his thick arms. I lowered my head and looked at the floor. He seemed to like my reaction, as he pressed his body against mine even more, grabbed my chin, made me look up to him and smirked. "Such a cute little thing! Just what I need for dessert!" I blushed, looked ashamed and escaped to the toilet, fuming inside but at the same time very horny. I locked the door, pulled my tights down and edged twice in no time. I photographed my fingers inside my pussy, shared the pictures, sat down to pee and ended up with some drops in my tights. It made me even more furious. I left the toilet, got the rest of my clothes and was gone. Somehow I was not in the mood for studies-related subjects any more. After listening to a lecture for half an hour without understanding one thing, I called it a day. |
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Spanking In The Night
A faint voice whispered in my ear, "Wake up, little Emily..." I did not move. I was tired. I did not want to get up. "Come on..." The voice grew more urgent, "Open your eyes!"
Adamant hands removed my duvet. Cool air hit my skin, caused goosebumps. I pressed my head into the pillow, muttered, "No..." and curled up. It was way too early... The voice whispered, "Goddam bitch!" A hand tugged at my hair. Cool lips touched my neck. Hard teeth nipped my skin. I opened my eyes. Everything around was pitch black. My throat tightened. I rolled on my stomach and tried to get up, but my wrists were tied. I struggled to rise, slid my knees under my torso, and supported my body on my forearms. Surprisingly strong hands kept me down. "Don't fight, little Emily." The voice was soft and soothing. "You are blindfolded..." It was a voice I knew. Nadia? Whoever it was climbed on top of me and held my nose. I could not breathe and opened my mouth. Something wet and smelly was stuffed in. I gagged and tried to spit, but stinky duct tape sealed my lips. I surrendered and concentrated on breathing regularly. Cold metal was around my wrists. Cuffs dug into my skin. No use to fight. I was pulled onto my feet and tugged forwards, almost forced to run. The floor changed from carpet to wood. I stumbled, was kept up and pushed harshly against a cool surface. We must be in the hall, so it was probably the apartment door. "Get on your toes, Emily! Raise your hands as far as you can, yes, reach up, over your head. Just do it!" It must be Nadia. It was her voice! What the hell... "Move, girl!" OUCH! A burning pain hit my ass and I reached up as far as I could. With an additional thrust to my elbows, the chain between my wrists slid over an obstacle and I was hanging from my arms. I stood on tiptoes, the cuffs cut into my wrists, and my shoulders started to hurt. "Take a step back and spread your legs...." Probing fingers invaded my pussy. "You should be ashamed, little Emily. Your pussy is wet... you're a dirty, wanton girl..." Her hand tousled my hair, pulled my head back, pushed it forward and something cold and small was jammed between my nose and the wall. "Now listen... Your nose will press this two Euro piece against the wall. No matter what I do, it must not fall down. So don't dare to move..." There were feet on the wooden floor and then a click. A rush of brightness filtered through my blindfold. "Don't worry. I've turned the lights on. I hope it turns you on too..." Soft lips kissed my shoulder and a sensuous tongue licked my armpit. I winced, barely managing to keep my nose on the coin. "Mmmm, Emily... Your so tasty... Salty and sweet... Let's see how you taste at the end of this session... I doubt you will still be so composed after I have spanked you 50 times with my hands and 30 times with that plastic ruler I found on your work desk. Don't move! Make sure to keep the coin safely between your nose and the door. Whenever it falls down, I will have to start counting from scratch... OK?" Silence. "Understood?" I made a stifled noise. "Here we go!" OUCH! The beating had started. It hurt. I tried to count, but the gag muffled my sounds. No time to think! I concentrated on the coin. Nadia spanked me hard. She was not content with hurting my ass; she also spanked my thighs, front and back. When she first hit my pussy it was so bad that I could not keep the coin. It fell to the floor with a clinking noise and rolled to the side. We both held our breath while we listened. "Too bad, Sweetheart. Now I have to start all over. Why are you so inattentive? Do you enjoy being punished?" My head was rudely pulled back and ungently pushed forward. The coin was between my nose and the wall and I struggled to keep it there. "Take a step away from the wall!" I obeyed; knowing only too well that it would not help. It would only make things more difficult. But I was gagged, I could not even beg. I endured more than 30 blows before my abused clit hurt so much that I flinched. "Oh fuck! What have you done? You are so stupid. Do you do it deliberately? Now I have to restart and my hand is already sore!" Eager fingers pinched my nipples. I braced myself against the pain and did not move. "Oh my, not even a flinch?" My nipples were twisted. I stood like a rock. "You're a good girl. You know what? I will change the rule. 30 by hand is enough, I will do the remaining 50 with the ruler..." I lost the coin after only 10 blows with the ruler. But then I gathered together every last vestige of unrelentingness, stiffened my body, tensed my muscles, and pressed my nose so hard against the wall that I made it through all 50 hits - to my ass, my back, my thighs and my pussy. Number 89, the next-to-last blow aimed directly at my clit, was so vicious that a terrible wave of pain shot through me and I almost lost the coin again. But I managed to keep my body tension and withstood the last blow, and then it was over. I stood with spread legs and trembling knees, panting and dripping, from my sweat as well as from my body juices. Nadia's fingers were between my lips and inside my pussy. "Nice..." she said. "... You liked it." She left and came back with a cold wet cloth, soothing my swollen and puffy pussy lips. It felt good, but when she started to tease my oh so sensitive clit, it brought me close to an edge in not time. And just when I was about to get lost in a mind-blowing bliss of orgasm, I remembered Ben's order: I was not allowed to cum without a man's direct order - and I was sure he was watching me! I shouted, "Stop! Don't do it!" but I was still gagged and nothing comprehensible left my mouth. I squirmed and writhed and tried to press my legs together and finally, just as my body stiffened in preparation for the final spasm, Nadia stopped and stepped back. I was hanging over the cliff, not wanting to stop my orgasm any more but not able to cum on my own either. I felt as if the whole world would dissolve around me... My fingers and my toes curled up. Juices were running down my thighs. I almost fainted, but the spasms waned and the orgasm did not take place. My legs shook, my body hung limply from the hook and I sobbed uncontrollably into my gag. Why was this happening to me? What had I done? Why was the world so cruel? |
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Nadia ordered me into the shower and hosed me down. I shivered from the cold, but it helped me to get back to my senses. She towelled me down and gave me an oversized white t-shirt that stated "I CAN'T LIE" in bold black upper case letters. She said, "It's a gift from the BF". As if on cue, my mobile played the BF's ringtone.
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Incapable of doing something about it I got the sneakers and concentrated on tying them up good and tight. Nadia came back from the kitchenette with a big glass of water and my daily dose of pink pills. I swallowed them all, washed them down with lots of water and was ready to go. She declared I needed breakfast and led me to a quiet café in the neighborhood. We ordered coffee and orange juice and Eggs Benedict and a fruit platter and a bottle of Prosecco and I wolfed everything down like an ordinary young girl who means no harm. There was an awkward silence until Nadia said, "Tell me the truth about that writing on your body." I knew she had noticed. Small wonder. It was still visible. I had written "THIS USELESS SLUT BELONGS TO MASTER BEN" with sharpie and she had seen me naked long enough not to miss it. I poured the rest of the prosecco in my glass and told her about Master Ben and his tasks and that it was because of him that I had not cum after the spanking, even if I had desperately wanted to. She grinned. "You just stopped to please him? You're crazy..." I was shamefaced, but screwed up all of my courage and asked, "Is this why you came over and spanked me? Because I'm crazy?" She just smiled. "Of course not. Do I really have to tell you why I came over?" I shook my head. "No, not really... The BF told Laura to send you... " Nadia stared at my t-shirt. "As you can't lie, tell me why you endure all this..." I blushed. "Beats me. I don't know. I think it started with me cheating on him. I did not hide it; I told him about it, I ridiculed his sexual prowess. I wanted to humiliate him. I wanted to cuckold him. But it backfired. He had a few nude pictures of me and he threatened to send them to my parents. I was stuck and had to submit..." I emptied my glass. "But things have changed. The way it is now, he uses and abuses me publicly. He spreads my pictures all over the net. OK, it is only for paying clients, but I do not think I can keep it a secret any longer. So why do I still comply? I can't tell. Because I get off on it? Because I am the wanton slut he says I am? Because I deserve it?" She shook her head, vigorously. "No! You are not. You are a cool and bright girl. He's brainwashing you and he's good at it, but you must resist! I know that you want to please, and that's perfectly ok, in fact it is why everybody likes you, but you can't go on like this! You know that Laura is very fond of you, and even if she's involved with some of your BF's activities, she's concerned about things. He's going too far with this 'making you famous' all over the net." I felt dizzy after all that prosecco and I needed to pee, so I excused myself and went to the loo. I took pictures of me peeing and of me being naked in the stall and I even stepped out of the stall naked to wash my hands, taking more pictures before I dressed again. There was not much to dress anyway. In the mirror I saw that the t-shirt was way too short and nearly see-through. My nipples poked through the thin fabric and whenever I lifted my arms my butt and my pussy were exposed. It was true, I could not lie. The writing on the front of my t-shirt was right. The BF was right. I was a dirty slut. I selected all the pictures and copied them into my shared photo stream. |
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04-27-2016, 10:31 PM | #135 |
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Hi Slave _E
Are there any new chapters coming soon. I would love to hear more about little Emily's trials and tribulations of the boyfriend's wicked plan to "make her famous all over the net" how will she survive this predicament? Mr Charcol |
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