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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

This "tale" is mentioned in a previous one I published here (The Content Princess), and a couple of people have asked for it, so here it is.

It's significantly longer than the other two stories I've posted so it'll be uploaded in chunks over today and possibly tomorrow.

I apologise for the spelling errors...

Pt1

Coffee & Control

I knew her name, though i must confess i knew little else about her.

But then again, what more did i need to know other than she desired to learn, to know and to understand.

If ignorance truly is as they say, then i shall admit to being in a blissful state of mind regarding the evening that was to come.

As with all good things in life, it started with Hunger, a primal and animal sort of hunger, lust at its most basic level.

I had not been in the area for long, and i was not to remain there for much longer either.

Time enough for what was required and little else.

We had made the arrangements, initially, to meet in a coffee shop, close to the market, and this first meeting was canceled by her, out of fear or worry for what it might lead to.

This did not really bother me, it was quite predictable, however i made a mental note of her rebellion and decided that at that point, she would be punished for it in some manner.

The second meeting was for the following day, at the same location, a cafe near the market.

I was there ahead of time, i have never believed in being late for anything when it is within my power to do so. Timekeeping is a simple thing, and i enjoy many simple things in life.

She arrived barely ontime, this was something else i took mental note of, and we greeted eachother as friends might greet eachother, a hug and a kiss on the cheek, though this was something she did not expect, she took to it easy enough. I enquired after her health, the journey, and her children.

Yes, she had children, something that we had discussed at some small measure one night a week prior.

We spent some time making idle small talk, we chatted about normal things, and drank our coffees, before heading out to the market, so that she might spend some time with me in some part of my element, and see if it was aggreable to her.

For the better part of five hours, we wandered around the markets, took lunch in the main market, chinese as ever for myself, and i chose for her as well, which she responded remarkable well to, already fitting in with the mindset that she admitted knowing nothing about other than a simple hunger to learn.

As we strolled around the markets, trying on some random article of clothing or another, or teasing eachother in some suggestive manner, i selected a skirt from a rail and asked her to try it on, whispering in her ear that when she tries it on, she removed her knickers, so that she might be a little refreshed by the air of the day.

It was couched so that she knew it was not a request but a simple "Do This", and as before with the lunch, she responded well to it.

Needless to say, the skirt was purchased, and we took to more wandering around the markets, taking time to get another coffee, next to the canal, that she might stretch ler legs a little on the canal bank.

At this point, i think she became quite aware, as she lounged, that she was not wearing any underwear, and the feeling some what empowered her sexuality, as the breeze caressed her thighs, lifting her skirt and allowing others to possibly catch a glimpse, before she coyly smoothed everything back in place before the next kiss of breeze.

By this point she had discovered some measure of extroversion, something she wanted kindled, allowing her to act up a little, and behave a little like a brat.

Now, having known other Brats, i was prepared for this, and chose at that point to excercise a small punishement to her. I leaned down to her, and told her to go to the cafe toilets and put her knickers back on, as i thought she had had enough air for now.

She sulked a little, and did not at the time realise that she was being punished, not until we had spoken about it another time did she realise some of what i was doing that day, though i shall no doubt recount that at some other point.

Once she returned, i decided to lead her around some of the more ~specialist~ shops in the area, taking her on a bit of a tour of them, letting her know a little of some of the things she might expect to see or experiance in the future.

The first shop was amusingly one that catered for gay men, but that did not stop me from taking her in there, and showing her some of the items on display for sale, which she could expect to have at some point used on her. After all, gags, crops, whips of numerous styles, plugs and clamps are available in so many places that they are genderless.

After that, i took her to several clothing shops, nothing fancy, but the generic clothing that people might expect others to own or know about when it comes to the life style.

I explained a little to her about the differing grades of rubber, what each feels like on the skin, and what impacts feel like through it, before commenting onother fabrics, leather, velvet, silk and so on.

I could see that by now her mind was reeling, i was so very casual about it all, and this took her breath away as i simply took everything in my stride.

It was at that point, that i decided to call it a day, after all, if her mind was reeling at such simple things, as i considered them at least, then she might become overloaded to soon and the interest turn in to disgust, which so easily happens when people don't understand things.

We made arrangements to talk later that night, and to perhaps arrange meeting again.

When we spoke online later that night she admitted to being a little awestruck and afraid of what she might be getting herself in to, i took some time to talk to her and explain that if she chose to meet me again, then i would be a little more circumspect and i would gladly take as much time as she might require answering any and all questions, regardless of how silly they might seem to her.

I spent the next few hours talking about past experiances in life, about prior partners, and about the things i had done with some of them, testing the waters to see what she might like to try, and to see what her limit breaks might be.

After spending that time with her, i managed to remove most of her fears, turning them instead in to anticipation and hunger to learn more.

I told her that i would cook dinner for her the following evening, i gave her the time to arrive and the address, as well as a guide of what to wear, as she had found that i had odd taste for a man in realising what looks good on someone i shop with, again this is something i'll no doubt talk about at some point in the future, needless to say, it's caused some confusion over my own sexuality the fact that i enjoy clothes shopping with and for women.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

Pt 2

The Early Evening in the Basement

Having spent much of the day prior to her arrival doing very little other than some small measure of tidying, and some large measure of personal grooming, i found myself thinking in advance of what might happen that night, if that is she did not cancel out of fear again.

I took the time to speak to some of our mutual aquantances and gauge her through their eyes.

It came as no real suprise to me to learn that they had already decided that i would be the one to get her started on the road of the lifestyle, i was by all accounts the "Nice & Safe" person, who's personal habits were neither vulgar nor excessive, nor my tastes in pleasures considered to much for some one who knows nothing.

Though i did take the chance to point out that through no coercion from any of them that she had chosen to meet me again.

With the conversations long behind me, and the bath not so long behind me, i took stock of my surroundings.

It was not my flat, but it was certainly one i could easily have lived in most comfortably.

I enjoyed the fact that it was a basement flat, it had access to the rear garden, and a small mostly covered area of the garden only for itself, though with perhaps just enough view by others that if they should look they might get a bit of a show later that night.

I had occured to me that at the time, if i had enough planning, i might have arranged for another party to join us albeit discreetly, and record some of the antics of the night, for future reference and guidance on what was or was not enjoyable, it is after all all to easy to get lost in the moment, and recall things with less clarity at a later date.

Sadly that option was not viable, the other party was unable to get to the area in time and get things set up with out perhaps being rumbled, and that would have ruined the feeling a little.

Knowing that Time Keeping is one of my personal bugbears, she turned up with just minutes to spare, though she had text me to say she was on her way at the very least, and this allowed me to relax a little.

Most likely the reason she had but minutes to spare was the fact that i asked her to select the drinks for the evening, having told her what was being served for dinner and allowed her to use her own judgement on the matter.

I will admit to taking little interest in wines, they often leave me feeling a little worse for weather the next day, and this was known by her, but i did acknowledge that beer is never good with dinner unless it's a well made beer, with real flavours, and not simply something out of a can or plastic bottle.

To my delight, she chose both a red and a white. The white was a dry thing, but more than pleasent, and the red was remarkably sweet and fruity, clearly some thought had gone in to the selection, she had aimed to please my personal tastes, and we had spoke the night before about preffered drinks, as well as my own meagre knowledge gained in college when i trained to be a chef.

She was a little unsure, when she arrived, on exactly where i was living, so she called, and i stepped up and out to meet her.

As i went out of the door, i took a moment, unseen, to get another look at her from a different angle, and allowed my mind to wander about other angles and how she might look from them.

After a few seconds, i made my presence known, and walked up the steps, they were quite steep, and i knew already, that in her heels she would have great difficulty going down them.

She had taken very seriously to mind what i had reccomended she might wear, if she owned such things.

A very simple black cotton jacket, that covered no more than to the small of her back, underneath was a simple dress, that came down to her knees when she stood straight and barely covered any modesty she might have when sitting, the dress was buttonless, and tied at the sides with wrap around cording, this too was black.

For her legs, i asked that she wear what might seem a little cliched, but they certainly set the mood for seduction, stockings and a suspender belt, the gap between twines was perhaps one and a half centimeters, and allowed her to appear covered but at the same time know she was quite exposed.

Her feet were clad in simple high heeled shoes, they heels stood perhaps five inches tall, and

gave a wonderful shape to her legs.

I had left the choice of underwear for her to decide, but could see immediately that she was wearing no bra, it would not have fitted with the dress, it would have been exposed, and look rather cheap and tacky.

From the free movement of her dress, i could not discern if she were wearing knickers or not, and i would have not have been fussed either way in all honesty.

I commented on how wonderful she looked and that she should dress up more often, as it changed her look entirely from the trainers, jeans and vest tops she normally wore.

She took the comments well, and blushed at all the right points., before commenting on what i was wearing, which in truth was pretty much the same as i might normaly wear, it was after all Who i was and how i was known in some circles.

Once the polite small talk was over and done with, i took the wines and held one hand to help down the stairs.

Barely two steps from the bottom before she stumbled a little, and i had to act very quickly, moving my grip from her hand to her upper arm, taking a firm grip, and causing her to wince a little at the preasure of me holding her thus with out letting her slip until she could get her footing once more.

She appologized for stumbling, and i laughed it off, saying i had done as much in my boots, and then i took chance to appologize if my grip hurt her.

She said that it was reassuring, and that she thought she might have fallen and done some damage to herself if it wasnt for that grip.

It was at this point that i found how very easily she bruised, and i must admit to some form of arousal at seeing the bruising matching exactly my grip on her mere moments ago.

Once we were in the flat i took chance to take her coat, and once again compliment her on what she was wearing and how it certainly made most of her eyes and hair, as well as her make up, which was delecately done, note at all excessive or whorish looking.

Once i had settled the white wine in the fridge and opened the red to breathe, i took time to pour a sweet white that was already chilled in the fridge.

Whilst i cooked, we talked about the journey over today, and what it felt like for her, to have to sit in her dress, she replied about how strange it felt, knowing she had been mostly dressed by me.

I enquired after what other looks she had received whilst traveling, and she commented on seeing lust in many peoples eyes, disgust in others, and curiosity from others still. She had at one point, after being sneered at by an elderly couple felt like a whore apparently, and this had made her feel a little upset, atleast until she received more longing looks from those who sat opposite her.

This Train Slut game, as we eventually knew it, was something we would enjoy doing several times, but again, that is something i shall divulge at a later date no doubt.

Dinner itself was a reletively simple affair, a small salad, some bolognaise, garlic bread, and for desert tiramisou, washed down with the Red & White she had purchased.

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Pt3

Suprise for Both of Us

During dinner, as i refilled the glasses or took time to appreciate her movements, it finally dawned on me that she was not wearing any knickers what so ever.

I had noticed when she first arrived the lack of bra, and thought little more as to whether she chose to go with or with out the rest of her underwear, with the exception that i had allowed her to choose such things, as at that point i did not know what her wardrobe might contain.

I suprised her, after the dishes were all cleared away to the dishwasher, by letting her know that i appreciated her choice of underwear, as it bought back memories of her from just yesterday, and this ellicited a coy smile from her, she said that she was not sure if she should or should not wear any, and had in her handbag two pairs just in case.

Once again, we went to the living room, where we had dined, the flat having no dining room as such, and took to the vast leather sofa that all but dominated a wall.

We spoke a little of the meal, and of the wine, i commended her on the choice of wines, and she said it had gone to her head a little, but she wasn't sure if that was just nerves.

It was at this moment, that i decided to lean in and kiss her, fully and properly, as one might a lover and not what she was in essence to me, a woman who had chosen to submit to me.

The taste if wine lingered on our tongues, and this only heightened the kiss, allowing our fluids to mix with flavoured undertones as our tongues darted urgently in to the others mouths.

Once the kiss was broken off, she shuddered a sigh of relief, and said that she wanted to to that since we first met, i replied in kind, saying that what i also wanted to do was to kiss her again, and allow my hands to explore her body, which she did not disagree to in the slightest.

We moved on the sofa, her on to her back, looking up at my from my lap, and once again, i leaned to kiss her, this time savouring the touch of our lips as they met, the cloying stickyness of her lipstick.

As she moaned from the kiss, i placed a hand on her thigh, and slid it to her hem line, alowing the fabric to run gently along my hand, as gentle as my hand was apon her body.

Before long i slid further in to the shadows of her skirt and found her clean shaven mound, her clitorous already erect and her lips parted in expectation.

Well, who am i do deny some one something they, and i, want?

Actually, i'm me, i'm the one to deny, and deny i did.

I took time to toy with her lips and clitorous, languid strokes that barely touched her, and when they conected to her, she shook with both shock and pleasure each time.

Our kissing became more urgent, and i could feel her becoming moister by the moment down below, and i slid a finger inside of her, in one quick movement, and began to gyrate my hand, allowing the palm to stroke her outerlips and clitorus, raising a gentle moan from her as our lips parted momentarily.

Again, we kissed, this time our lips met even more urgently as her passion rose, and i moved deeper inside of her, sliding in a secound and then a third finger, massaging her with some measure of rising fury as my own passion rose, causing her to break of the kiss and scream out as she came.

Sobbing, she had asked me to stop, but i carried on, wanting her to peak again, begging followed, her voice pleading through sobs of pain and gasps of pleasure, until she relented and for a second time orgasmed.

Pulling my fingers out from her i knew i was smirking, how could i not? I had reduced some one so quickly to begging, and forcing them to come when i wanted them to. I reached over for the wine, took a little in my mouth and passed the glass down to her, telling her to drink, replenish her fluids.

Once she had swallowed a mouth full of wine, i asked her when she last masterbated, and she could not answer right away, suddenly drained and still feeling her sex quiver in the cool air from the partially open windows.

Once she had a second sip of wine, still on her back, her head in my lap, she told me the last time she'd done that was last night, and i asked her what she was thinking of when she was perfoming the gratifying act on herself.

Again, she became shy, and i knew what her answer would be before she spoke my name out loud.

I asked her if she had used any toys, or was it simply just her fingers, she replied that she had used a toy to start with, but found she had nothing to compare it to, so it felt false to her, and she relied on just her fingers to bring the pleasure she had desperately wanted.

With her answer barely past her lips, i asked her if after she had tasted her self, if she had licked her fingers to savour the potent aroma of sex.

She had not, so then i asked her to taste herself, from my own fingers that had mere minutes ago been deep inside her.

Reluctantly she took my hand, and began to kiss it, then she flicked her tongue over my finger tips, much as like any porn star in a dvd suck a cock.

Once she hand found the taste agreeable to her, she took a finger and cleaned it with her tongue, sucking each one down and rolling her tongue over it, before moving on to the second, following the same method again, and then the same for the third.

Once she was done with the third, she took all three of them, trying not to gag, and cleaned them all as one before licking her lips and swallowing what juices of her own were on my fingers anlong with her saliva.

This became to much for me, and i found myself so very hard in wanting her. I leaned down again to kiss her, pulling her up to me perhaps a little to forcefully, and kissed her, again furiously, tasting the wine, our saliva and her juice as our tongues once again began the darting back and forth, darkly exploring eachothers mouths.

Once i had her sitting almost upright on the sofa, i slip a hand down to her left side, and tugged at the cord holding her dress closed before doing like wise with the cord on the right side.

The dress folded back, exposing her bare breasts, her nipples small but errect, free of any piercings or blemish. I settled on to the floor, kneeling before her, though upright i was the same height as she was on the sofa, all the while kissing her, allowing my lips to wander across her face and neck, bringing a small cry of pleasure or pain, either was fine for me at the time, as i nipped at her neck, leaving small bite marks that would soon vanish.

I kissed down her neck, allowing her to lean backwards and began to caress and kiss her breasts. I must admit, they were of perhaps a perfect size, they fit her body very well, and had no marks or blemishes on them from bearing children, and they fit just right beneath my hands, firm smooth and warm as i played with each nipple, tugging it gently before devouring it in a kiss and then pulling back a little, enough to flicker my tongue across each one as might a snake taste the air.

I began to kiss further down, each rib receiving a gentle caress that made her shudder before kissing further again, down to her belly, again no marks from bearing children marred her here, a little silvering of the skin, but that should only be expected, and it was easily over looked in the light of the flat, which was remarkably low by now, the last of the sunshine long gone, and only a solitary lamp in a far corner standing watch over us.

Again, i began to kiss further down, found her suspender belt and kissed every inch of it across her delicate waist and down the retaining thongs holding the stockings in place, when i came to her loins i moved across to one leg, her left i think it was, instead of easing my tongue in to her, which she had told me after what she expected me to do at that point. All the while i carresses before i kissed, and her legs were beautifully smooth, she had waxed in the morning and no redness remained, not that i could have noticed it in the dim light mind you, especially as she was still wearing the stockings

As i came down to her knees, i had started to lift her legs up, so that i might not have to move so very much other perhaps than to turn a little from one side to another.

Caressing, kissing and licking i came finally to her ankles and feet, clad in her shoes still.

Taking each foot in turn, i kissed the top, from her ankle to her toes, before kissing each one, and then removed the strap that held the shoe in place. With each foot then free of the shoes, which rested askew on the floor just out of arms reach where i had dropped them, i began once again to caress and kiss her feet and toes, taking them despite still being clad in the stockings, in to my mouth and cleaning them as she had my fingers earlier.

As i began to kiss up her legs again, i asked that she take a little wine in her mouth and then kiss me, passing me the wine, she did not balk at this, as i thought she might a little, and done exactly as asked, so that when i reached her knees and sat upright again she was at the right height to kiss me and pass me the wine from her own lips.

Again i tasted our salivas mixed with the wine and the barest hint of her own fluid.

Once i had d*unk from her lips, i took the remainder of the glass and drained it, leaving the one glass half full on the table off to one side.

I stood, with out saying a word, and refilled both glasses with the wonderfully chilled wine, leaving just one last bottle in the fridge, along with the sweet apple cider that also resided there.

I walked back in to the room, and she was exactly as i had left her, legs still open enough for me to kneel between them, which i did again, and i passed her the refilled glass, which she sipped at, not seeming to notice her nakedness, though her arms were still clad in the sleeves of the dress.

Setting my glass aside i took time to ask if she was ok with everything so far, if i had done anything that she did not like, i had in truth so far done very little, little more that what most people might consider foreplay before ploughing on with the main sexual act, but this was not something i really considered foreplay, this was simply pleasure with another person, and i'd have been happy to stop there if she did not want to go any further.

She told me that she had never tasted herself before, except when with some prior partner and taking him in her mouth after intercourse, again, this was something she was not over pleased to do, but she expressed a desire to do so with me, as she had my fingers, so she wanted to do after sex as well.

I told her that it might not be so streight forward as that, as sex had not yet happened, and may not for a while to come yet either.

This seemed to dishearten her some what, and i took a while to express that the lifestyle was not just about sex, but about pleasure, about enjoying the experiance, and that whilst yes sex often is part of the life style, it should never be considered the ultimate goal of it all.

To raise her spirits, i asked her when the last time she had been tasted below, and she had admitted it had been some years as her last partner thought that such things were dirty, and the one before that had little interest other than his own satisfaction.

After her reply i kissed her again, and once more began the circuit down her body, but this time gently easing two fingers in to her, and as i came down to her waist i pulled her suddenly forward on the sofa so that her back and head rested fully on the seat, and her legs were over my shoulders, her feet resting on the solid coffee table behind me.

This time instead of kissing around her clean shaven mound, i eased my tongue in to the outer lips, tatsing a more potent version of what we had shared with or kisses earlier once she had tasted herself.

I sought her clitorous with my tongue slowly, savouring every flick of my tongue and the writhe of pleasure it bought in her, as my fingers of one hand continued their pistoning, whilst my other hand played again, a bit more forcefully this time, with her breasts and nipples.

For some ten or so mintutes we stayed locked in this fashion, however after just a couple of minutes, i slid my fingers from her and instead filled her with my tongue, again getting perhaps the full flavour of her.

Neither bitter nor sweet, clean, and perhaps as viscous as milk.

Once i had gained my own satisfaction from the act, and ensuring that she too was reathless from the endevour, i pulled my tongue out of her, and began to kiss up her body, faster than i had descended, and took a hand full of her hair in my hand pulling her up from the sofa, none to gently might i add, to make her taste herself fully from my own mouth and tongue.

The kiss lasted several minutes, with no pulling back to breath, and during it, i had nipped at her lips and her tongue, causing some small amount of blood to become mixed with her fluid and our saliva.

The taste was exhillerating, as i had always found it to be with anyone. Perhaps it was that final taste that drove me to want her more carnally, however i chose that time to stand from her, pulling from the kiss, leaving her for a moment groping the air with her liups before realising i was no longer there.

I stood before her, and she looked so small down there on the vast leather sofa. She still wore the dress, half concealing her arms, and i told her to remove it, flexing my voice in a manner i choose not to use to often, except when to make clear that something is not a request but an order that cannot be disobeyed or ignored.

The effect was instantaneous, and she seemed to click somewhere in here head, somehting had finally clicked fully that she was now not just A Submissive woman, by My Submissive woman.

She followed my order with out hesitating, moving the the edge of the sofa, and pulling off the dress from her arms, leaving her fully naked but for the stockings & suspender belt.

I stepped back from her half a step, so i was almost up against the heavy coffee table, allowing her more room to move from the sofa.

I told her to kneel, to place her hands in the small of her back, her wrists crossed, left hand over right hand, and she done as i bid.

I told her to keep her eyes either on the floor or apon her next task.

She asked what her next task was, a mistake i replied, to have asked with out being allowed to talk, this forced her in to silence, her eyes downcast, looking suddenly very alone and afraid, but accepting everything that was done to her.

I took a step forward once again, and told her to unfasten my leather trousers, leaving the top most button and belt still fastned, which she did with little hesitation though some difficulty until she found a knack for it.

I was already hard at this point, and had been for some time, through out most of the time i had been down on her. I told her that it was now time to repay the favour, and she took me in to her mouth, not hesitatiing, as deep down as she could, before pulling back and kissing the length of me. For some ten minutes she pleasured me in this way, and i allowed her to use her hands for the act.

To my testament, i did not peak in her mouth, though there were times when i thought i might, and she eventually relented from trying to make me do so.

I allowed her to sip from her wine, as i did like wise from my own glass, now much less chilled that it had first been.

I looked down at her, letting my hand fall on her head, stroking her like one might a pet, and she looked up at me. My hardness still pressing against her cheek.

The sight made me laugh out loud momentarily, and she did not know how to take this, for a moment looking confused, the offended as if i was laughing at her, which in a way i guess i was.

She moved to pull back, and i suddenly stopped laughing, and curled my hand in her hair, forcing her to make a noise in pain, as i pulled her upright to look her in the eye, though she was significantly shorted than me.

With out saying a word, i let a look of thunder settle on my face, and hers became a mask of acceptance, as in silence i levered her forward over the table and began to caress her buttocks.

This was not somehting she had expected, she thought i would begin to smack her like some

child, which after a few moments once she was lulled, i did begin to do. Once, twice, three times on her left cheek, then the same measure again on her right cheek, all the while my hand gripping her hair, pulling her head upright.

With each hand fall she yelped a little, and i was at the time being what i considered gentle, or perhaps a little more harder than gentle if i think overly much about it.

I then again began to caress her buttocks again, taking time to do like wise with the rear of her legs, before once more applying three heavier slaps to each cheek.

She sobbed at this point, it was not something she was prepared for, the sudden change of gentle to painful, though in time she became more enured to it.

With her still sobbing, i pulled her upright again, and still with her hair clenched in my hand, i moved in front of her, and put my face right up to hers.

I asked if it hurt, she said nothing, so i allowed her to speak. It did hurt she said, but it was more of a suprised hurt than a bad hurt.

Was it something she might want to continue, or would she rather a little pleasure before any more pain i enquired of her.

She would do what ever i wished was her reply, though perhaps i could build up the weight of my hand across her cheecks, as a sudden heavyness was painful and not pleasureable.

With this in mind i let go of her hair, after all, she asked for it to be built up instead of all of a sudden, not that i was disallowed to do things of a sudden, but it was in my own interests to take things slowly with her and not scare her off by coming on to strong and removing all her choice in the matter immeadiately.

Once i had let go of her hair, she let go of my arm, and i asked her to kneel on the coffee table, more than confident it would take her weight, she was a slight thing, and the coffee table was virtually a solid block, with numerous draws or holes built in to it.

With some trepidation, she knelt on all fours on the table, and again, i began to caress her buttocks, for longer this time i caressed, before gently spanking her, five times on each cheek gently, before caressing for a little less time and again applying my hand to her, this time a little harder but still for five times.

The caressing became shorter and the spanking became heavier, so much so that after a time, my own hand was stinging from it, and her cheeks were firmly red and tender to the touch, one or two firm hand prints could be made out from the last couple of spanks i gave her, each one elliciting a muffled yelp that was neither pain nor pleasure.

I pulled back, having caressed her again, then knelt behind her, and began to kiss her sore cheeks before slipping my tongue once more in to her, to taste her, and to bring the pleasure at the end of the pain, to make it all worth while for her.

In this manner, i made her once again orgasm, panting hard as i felt her suddenly moisten and she let out a low moan, saying the name she knew me by at the time.

Once i was done with this, i found i was again hard, but chose not at this point to do anything, instead tucking myself away and buttoning myself back up.

I helped her off of the table, her knees were a little sore, and an imprint from the table was easily visible not only in her knees, but both her palms and also her right cheek, where she had leaned against the table allowing me to get deeper in her with my tongue.

I helped her sit, gently on the sofa, the sting being lessened by the chill of the leather, before passing her wine, and telling her to drink up as there was cooler wine in the fridge.

Once we had both drained our glasses, i poured fresh ones, with the last of of the white wine, and sat down next to her on the sofa, allowing her to curl up against me, my arm around her naked shoulders holding her close.

I took a while at this point to talk to her, levelly, asking her what she liked from what had just transpired, and what she would prefere done a different way, after all i am a caring sort according to many and its best not to shatter this image people have of me some times.

Once she had said what she had to say, she asked if she had performed well for me, an odd question, and i told her that if i had any complaints then she would have been on her way home by now, which she took well enough, causing her to blush a little i'm sure, though it was difficult to tell in the dim light of the room.

We took a while, perhaps an hour or just over, simply to sit chatting in this manner, allowing her soreness to recede, and the final dregs of wine to be long gone from our glasses.

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By (user no longer on site) OP over a year ago

Pt4

Late Evening in the Basement

I took the glasses out to the kitchen, leaving her in the front room, and took a moment to relieve myself and perform some measure of self grooming again, before pouring out two small glasses of the sweet cider from the fridge. I took them in to the living room, and found her curled up at one end of the sofa, and noticed she was shivering. Passing her the drink i told her that if she needed the bathroom to take the time now to go and do what needs be done, informing her where a clean towl might be found for her to dry herself on.

As she took chance of the offer, i took the drinks in to the bedroom, and lit several candles around the room, before going back in to the living room and lighting only one candle and turning off the lamp.

Once she had finished cleaning herself in the bathroom, she came and found me in the living room, sitting on the sofa, and she came to me, kneeling beside me, her eyes cast downwards.

I took her hand, saying nothing, and led her in to the bedroom, there on the bed were her shoes, these i also took in to the bedroom whilst whe was refreshing herself.

I told her to put them on, i admired the way they changed the shape of her legs, and i quite enjoy the thought of clothed, or partially so, intercourse.

Of course, she was only wearing her suspender belt, stockings, and by now her shoes, so she could hardly be considered as clothed in anything but the most barest of sense.

Once she had the shoes on, i lifted her up, kissing her once more with perhaps a little more force than was nessacery, and holding her up, one arm pinning against her buttocks holding her to me, allowing her legs to wrap around me, which she obliged with.

As we fervently kissed, she leaned back so as to allow my top to be slipped up and off of me, thrown casually some where in the room, and then i setled her back down again on her feet.

She once more knelt before me, undoing the buttons on my trousers and took me once more in to her mouth, working until i was hard, and i lifted her up, by the chin, and gently pushed her back on the bed, before all but falling on to and in to her.

There are few things that can be said about sex that make it sound as it really is. Primal, animalistic, frenzied.

These words would do more than well enough, as i was not gentle with her, pulling her body this way and that, pulling out of her, turning her over and then forcing myself back in to her, causing her any number of times to make some demonstrotive noise or other, before we both collapsed, breathing hard.

I had at that point not peaked within her, and i lay there, erect and pulsing as my heart worked double time from the activity.

She was at this point starting to weep a little, she bemoaned the fact that i had not ejaculated in her, i ensured her that this was through no fault of hers, it was simply that at the time i did not want that, and that the drink may have even in this matter helped.

This soothed her worries, and we lay there for some five or ten minutes, just breathing, waiting for our pulses to return to what might be considered normal.

In the post coitus haze, i asked her once again, when she was last orally pleasured, and whether any partners had explored else where. To her credit, she answered that she'd heard of such, but never thought about it, mostly due to some slim chance of health risk.

I knelt over her, and then began to kiss down her body, easing two fingers in to her swollen sex, once again masterbating her with some vigor before slipping my tongue in to her cleft, exploring every centimeter of it, causing her to grab at my head, holding it tightly as i focused on her clitorous with my tongue whilst driving the fingers harder and faster, forcing to her come.

Once she had done this, i asked her to turn over position herself on her knees, apart enough for my head to fit under her, and to lay her head flat on the bed, with her hands reaching around her side, to open her lips for me.

Once more i began to work on her with my tongue, and play yet again with her clitorous with a finger, before changing the direction of where my tongue was wondering.

From her cuny, i moved to her buttocks and began to place gentle kisses here or there, and slid a secound finger in to her. As she began to enjoy the kissing, i spat on her anus, and slid a finger from her cuny in to her freshly moistened ring, working it in gently, and causing her to take a sharp intake of breath once she realised where she had been penetrated.

Working her thusly, i slid a second and third finger in to her cunt, and flickered my tongue across her lips before wandering to her other hole.

Sliding my fingers out of all her holes, i bid her to open her cheeks for me. It is fair to say that at this point she expected me to force my still hard cock in to her ring, but this i didnt do.

Her breathing was hard, she was still recovering from being anally fingered, and she all but stopped breathing when she felt my tongue lap at her ring, probing around it and then dipping in to her slightly, opening her up a little as it slid in and out of her.

Unsure of what to do, she simply accepted what was happening, and began to enjoy the alien sensation of analingus.

I probed her this was for some four or five minutes, and to start with toyed with her other hole at the same time, bringing ragged breaths from her, though not close to having an orgasm, she found the experiance enoyable.

Pulling back from her, i then stood and spat once more on to her, ensuring she was fully lubricated, before ever so gently easing my cock in to her. At first, as with almost everyone who partakes of anal sex, it was painful for her, until some measure of it was in her, and a rythm could be built upon.

Pulling her upright, as she knelt on the edge of the bed, i clasped a hand round her neck, and used two fingers to force her mouth to me, before kissing her, thrusting my tongue in to her.

Her initial reaction was to accept the tongue, until that is, i pulled my head away and whispered a reminder to her just where my tongue had been, and then i kissed her again, and there was a strong reaction, almost a gag i could feel with my hand round her throat.

Pulling my head back, i began to fuck her harder, keeping one hand on her throat, the other had found its way down to her vagina and was working on her, three fingers deep in to her.

As she came, i could feel myself starting to peak, and had to pull out lest i spill in to her and waste a perfectly good mouth full of cum.

My pulling out caused her to yell out loudly, and i simply pushed her forward on to the bed, leaving her to breath hard, and cry at the sudden pain.

I took my drink, and washed my mouth through, she had tasted of nothing when i probed her anus, no bitterness or sourness as many might expect. I lifted her head up, and spat what little of the drink there was in my mouth at her face, and called her for good measure a whore.

She replied with a simple "i am what ever Sir wants me to be", and this caused me to laugh, as she said it tearily and throaty voiced.

I allowed her some time to clean herself off, inside and out, before passing her her drink, and took to asking her about what she thought of what had just transpired. She had, apparently never done anything like that before, and she was worried at how enjoyable it was. She'd heard all manner of horror stories, and found she could disregard them all. Even in the past when a prior partner had violated her anally it was not as pleasurable a pain as she had just experienced, and she asked if it was something she might do again on another night when ever i see her next.

I assented to this of course, after all, if you come in to kink knowing little or nothing, and you find something that you enjoy, it should become something you do as much as you can, with out of course it becoming routine, which is the real danger in such a relationship.

Once we had talked the matter through, i asked her if she had ever experianced wax in any form, and she admitted that she routinely enjoyed dipping her fingers in to candles just blown out, or pouring the wax on to the backs oh her hands or arms.

With this in mind, i stripped the bed back of its covers, exposing just the creamy sheets beneath, and removed from my travel case four sturdy sets of hand cuffs.

Cuffing her to the posts of the bed, i walked over to where i had left the candles earlier. The large church style candles had small wells of molten wax in them, and with out warning, i poured one of them over her right nipple, causing her to buck on the bed, arching her back up.

I looked at her and simply smiled, i had tried the wax on myself earlier, and knew that as it fell it would cool sufficiently to cause no real harm to her skin.

It was simply the shock of the act that caused her to react as she did.

I reached for a smaller candle, a red one, and kissed her other nipple, before dripping the wax on to her, and she let forth a low moan as the wax contracted and hardend, she asked for more, and i began to alternate the candles, both being of different temperatures, dribbling on her, flicking small balls of wax, up ending them and so forth over her breasts and stomach.

I allowed the candles to burn a while, setting them down, and began to flake off the wax, kissing her as i went, collecting it in to a small bowl of to one side so as to keep it out of our play space.

once the wax was gone from her, bar one ot two small peices, i enquired as to what she thought of wax, and what possiblilties she might personally think of for its use on her.

We spoke of this for some twenty or so minutes, i bandied ideas at her and she mulled them over, not really having a chance to say what she would or would not at that point like to try.

The matter was simply not in her hands. All the while, she remained cuffed up.

I reached once more for the plain church candle and began to slowly pour it out over her shaven lips, whe winced at the first contact, but said nothing through out, other than the odd moan here or there. Once she was covered in such a manner, i took the red candle and ever so carefully poured out wax in the form of a shape, the rune Ansuz, my personal rune.

I had marked her that moment as mine as surely as if i had cut her skin with my rune.

The vulgarity of the wax shape caused me some humour, but for her some discomfort when it was pealed off of her, virtually intact.

I set aside this new trophy of sorts and removed her cuffs, allowing her to stretch, then i began to massage her gently with some baby oil, if only to take away the discomfort of swelling from her sex.

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Pt5

Early Morning Dissapointment

For a while, we dozed in each others arms, still partialy dressed.

When i came to, i found that she had gone to once more refresh herself, and i took chance to do the same.

By this point however, the drink was starting to take its toll on my bladder, and i chose this point to punish her for prior infractions in our unspoken contract.

Once she was clean, i told her to strip completely, and then to fetch a pair of her knickers from her handbag, and to put them on. Once she had done so, i lifted her in to the iron bath tub, and told her to kneel in there, to avert her eyes.

I told her that she had sickened me, though i did not tell her how or why, i simply let her make some reason up in her by now racing mind.

I grabbed a hand full of her hair, and leant down close to her, spitting in to her face, not some huge globule of spit, but a simple spray of saliva, before pushing her away from me, standing fully and unbucklling my trousers and buttons.

Thankfully i was not hard at this point, though mentally aroused, i was not physically arroused, i had only done something like this three times before, and each time it was taken differently, but they are very much memories for another time.

I could feel it building in me, the urge to urinate, and i told her to look at me, but to keep her mouth closed.

Thankfully she did exactly as asked, and when i started to urinate, it splashed clumsily over her legs, before the force of it was enough to move along her body and to her face.

She screwed her eyes up immeadiately and tried to back away, however the bath was by this point quite wet and she struggled to move at all in anything but like a bug on its back clawing at the air.

I have to admit the sense of release from this act, not only at being able to unburden my bladder, but at also taking some one so new to every thing and being able to do what ever i wanted as it entered my head, which up until this point i had thought of a lot of things but done very little of them. No point doing everything at once now is there, it leaves less to try at other times.

This went on until i was spent and empty, where apon i went and cleaned myself off, allowing her to wallow there in the mess that had been made.

This was i think a bit to much for her, and she began to sob great heaving tears. I walked over to her, and knelt beside the tub, turning the shower head on, and began to wash her down, working up a sufficient lather and scrubbing her gently, all the while wispering soothing words, letting her know that she had not let me down, that i did not think she was worthless and the like and calming her down magnificently.

Once she was washed and towled dry, we went through to the kitchen, and i made coffee for us both, and we spoke of what we had just done. She said she had felt utterly humiliated, she'd never done or thought of anything like that before, only ever reading about it in lurid sunday paper exposes about what really happens at footballers parties.

She spoke of how it left feeling inside, how i had with that one act some how rendered her down to nothing more than trash in the gutter, after all, friday nights in most town centers will allow you to see men aplenty pissing in the gutter, and she felt she was the gutter.

I took the time to just listen to her, not to say anything other than a quick yes, no or go on at the right points, this act had bought back a lot of bad memories of a prior relationship, and i at that point promised her that it would not happen again until she asked for it, after all we all have limits of some kind or other do we not? I certainly do.

Once we had finished the drinks, i took a while to ask her what she thought would happen tonight, and she replied much as i thought she might, some spanking, a little belt or caning, being tied up, being fucked roughly.

All the terribly mundane things, the things you read about in the papers or see in the very poor internet porn sites when you google for bdsm.

She had read about water sports and so forth, and never thought that she would try them in any way shape or form.

I let her know my general disdain for the mundane things in the bdsm world view, after all high street shops sell the goods for it, so it's not really dirty or prohibited now is it?

However, i did let her know that yes those things do all interest me as well to some degree or other, and that given the time, some of them would even be tried in the next short while.

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Pt6

The Great Outdoors

Looking out side the small window, i saw it was a clear night, little to no cloud cover at all, and there was a little breeze that was refreshing.

I looked over at her and asked her to put back on her shoes, stockings and supender belt, before leading her to the back door.

As im sure i mentioned earlier, out back shared the garden with the rest of the house, the basement flat i was in, and the three floors above that. The basement however was unique in that just outside of the bedroom and back door was a small well concealed area, only vissible if you were in the houses out back, which were obscured for the most part at this point by trees.

I led her in to this essentially 3 walled room, one wall open to the garden with a small set of steps, and sat her on the ledge that seperated the garden from the room, sunken like the rest of the flat compared to the level of the garden.

The moon was out, about half full, and was obscured from the garden for the moment, casting shadows from the house, allowing us to sit there, each barely dressed, in the cool air.

I spent again a while asking her if she had ever had sex outside, and if so, in what sort of locations, and she replied that the most she had was a quickie in an alleyway some years ago when she was much younger, and that she had given a blowjob to a prior partner in a car when she had gone down to brighton for the day, but she had never really done anything else, other than perhaps a little masterbation when parked up on her own in some dreary multistory carpark after having done the shopping for the week.

I leaned in to kiss her at this point, and she responded warmly, she had begun to shiver a little with the cool night air, and i lifted her off of the ledge, before swiftly unbuttoning my trousers and finding my way inside her.

Holding her in my arms this way she was able to rest one foot on the ledge, and the other wrapped around me as she bounced on my cock, each bounce down forcing it harder in to her, causing her to moan a little or yelp as it became to deep, restarting the bounce from gentle and slow to hard and fast all over again.

Easing back from the wall, i lowered her down to her feet, and pulled out of her, before turning her round, bending her over, grabbing her arms by the wrists and pulling myself back in to her.

Holding her wrists with one hand, and with the rythem we had started to build i started to spank her again, harder than before, several thwacks on each cheek, causing her to try to shoot forward away from the pain only to pull her back by the wrists and force myself with a sudden hard thrust in her all the way.

She cried out at this point, and i slowed the pace, and stopped, for the moment spanking her.

I moved back a little, almost enough to pull out complete, and nudged her feet together, so her legs were tightly closed, then pushed back in to her, elliciting a muffled moan, and had her this way for some few minutes before pulling out of her completely and pulling her over to one of the walls, pushing her up against it i took her once more from behind, as her face was forced against the peeling white paint wall.

I could feel myself starting to peak, and gently pulled out of her, still not wishing to cum just yet, and eased down behind her, pulling her away from the wall a little, and began to lap hungrily at her cunt whilst my hardness and the imminant ejaculation were put on delay for yet a while longer.

As i ate her, i became aware of noise some where in the garden, a rustling of leaves, and she noticed it as well, she became nervous and wanted to go inside. Clearly she was not to much of an exhibitionist, atleast not first time round with a reletive stranger..

Pulling back and standing up, i took hold of her hand and led her inside, to the bedroom.

We finished of the last of the cider, in several gulps, and i removed the glasses to the kitchen, collecting as i went, a small box of wooden pegs, such as one might use for hanging out the laundry, though these ones were new, i'd bought them much earlier that day, or rather the day before as it was long gone midnight by this point by two or three hours.

Once i was back in the bedroom, i bid her stand, and i removed her shoes, stockings and suspender belt, leaving her completely naked, whilst i was still clad in my leather trousers and nothing else.

I laid her back on the bed gently, saying nothing, knowing her eyes had taken notice of what i bought in to the room.

Reaching in to my travel case i removed a silk scarve, and tied it round her eyes, blind folding her, so that some measure of anticipation might add to the remainder of the evening.

Now, i have never really been one to move so swiftly on to the intercourse, i do usually play a while first, but tonight was a bit special, it was her effective first time, and sex seemed to put her at ease a little, she knew about sex, well she should do what with the children she's had..

She squirmed a little as i kissed her gently, she was not expecting that, nor the flickers of my tongue and the playful licks i gave her breasts, before reaching for two of the pegs as i still toyed with her nipples, suckling them and biting gently, enough to cause some brief inhalation, before letting go and licking them in random patterns, often figure of eights.

I moved my head back, allowing her a little breathing time, and in the silence, with the candles flickering, i could see her nipples were erect, and i chose that moment to quickly, at the same time, apply a peg to each.

She bucked a moment, at the sudden intense preasure on her tender nipples, before settling down.

With them firmly held, i tugged the pegs this way and that, each time bringing forth a small squeel of what she became know as pleasurable pain.

I leaned in, and kissed each nipple, and gently removed the pegs, causing her to squeel again, louder, as the preassure was removed from her.

Ensuring she was ok, and wished to carry on, i collected several more pegs, and having massaged her breasts with jasmine scented oil, i slipped on a peg to each, this time, straddling her, pinning her arms under my legs, and preventing her from bucking with my own weight sitting on her.

She writhed in quite a delicious way, moaning as i applied another peg to each nipple.

Removing my weight from her, i reached over for the now low burning candles, and removed the pegs from her, before letting the wax drip down on her, this time brining a louder moan.

Looking down at her, i told her that if she wished to moan at something, then i'd give her something to moan and cry at, before rolling her over and forcing her across my knees and pounding her buttocks til they were bright red and hot to the touch.

With the tears in her eyes dripping on to the bed i rolled her off, and told her to stand, bent over, the palms of her hands resting on the foot of the bed. She groped arounnd blindly for a moment, orientating herself before doing as i had told her to do.

I reached under the bed, pulling out a two and a half foot spreader bar which i had prepared much earlier in the day, and attatched it to her ankles, before pulling out two more silk scarves, and tying each hand to the bed posts, forcing her in to a position, head down low, arse in the air, and legs well spread should i wish to use either of her holes.

All this i done in silence, and only began to talk once i was sure she was fully secured. I told her that she had now felt a number of different pains, the gentle spanking, a harder spanking, and a full out pounding that had left even my hands sore and stinging.

I informed her that i had to hand a selection of things, and laid them out on the bed close to hand, even though she could not see them, a cane, a crop, a paddle, a two tongued tawse and belt.

I made her quite aware that she was now going to experiance each one of them to some extent, and each would bring a very different sensation.

Taking the cane first, i thought that it might be a little cruel, after all, she was still hot and red from the spanking, this sudden change in striking implement would cause some shock to her system.

I put such thoughts out of my head, after all it was my duty to see that she was inflicted with any number of pains and pleasures, and she cannot have pleasure with out some pain.

I stepped back, and in silence, drew back the crop, measuring the distance, before sriking true across both her buttocks, causing her to yelp out in pain, and try to stand on tip toes to get away from the pain.

I struck her thus some five or sixe times, each one leaving a viscious red welt in its wake, one of which was nearly bleeding, such was the impact on her flesh.

She had burried her face in the quilt to prevent her cries from alarming the neighbours, and i must admit, i've never enjoyed the sound of crying, but standing there, can in hand, seeing the damage i had wrought on here, i couldnt help but feel some what aroused, not proud, but certainly aroused.

I whispered softly to her, letting her know that everythingn would be ok, that i was very proud of how well she had done, and that i even felt a little bad for such things sometimes, though not very often.

As i spoke, i caressed and stroke her buttocks, casually slipping a finger in to her waiting cunt, before pulling it out slowly, and continuing with the caressing for a few moments longer.

Once the tears had ceased, i asked her if she liked the cane, and a little to my suprise, she said that yes she liked it, it allowed her to cry, to release things pent up.

This i accepted, and moved on to the next tool at hand, the crop.

I told her that that the next pain would be similar, but it would feel a little colder from the leather of the crop, and that it should sting mush less.

I took a step back, once she had assented to wanting to try the crop, and lay five strokes against each cheek, each of varying intensity, and at differing points from along the length of the crop.

She reacted in a similar way, but nothing so teary or with aprehension. She was still on tip toes, trying to avoid the pain, so with the tip of the crop i struck her calves, forcing her to almost fall over as she tried to jump away from the pain.

I informed her that if she went on tip toes at all, then similar punishment would be meted out each time.

She appologised, and settled on her feet quickly, and i took the crop again, this time to the backs of her legs, each time leaving some minor mark where it had struck her.

Once i had done this, we spoke for a few moments of the differing contrast in pain, and concluded that perhaps in a different position she might gain some more pleasure from the crop.

I did not however remove her restraints, i merely filed the thought away for another time, and cast the crop down, reaching for the next implement with which to experiment on her.

Now, knowing how she responded to the cane and to spanking, i quickly forced a ball gag in her mouth, securing it tightly, before taking a hand full of her hair as i stood to one side, and applied the paddle to her cheeks.

Thank the gods for gags, she tried to scream as it struck her, square on the welts from the cane, and i moved the landing place of each strike just a little one way of the other. Once she had finished making noise from the paddle, i put it down, and picked up the tawse, essentially a stiff belt with slightly moving tongues, and began to apply that to her thighs, ensuring that they were not as red as her cheeks still were, atleast twice i caught her labia, and caused her to convulse in sudden pain, a shock to the system to be sure for her, and she had all but orgasmed from the pain of it, which bought a smile to my face.

This was, i thought, enough for now, the belt would have to wait, as would any other toys i decided to try on her, and once more i began to caress her stinging buttocks, before unbuckling my trousers and easing past her swollen lips in to her inner darkness, and for some few minutes fucked her with a chaotic rythym, forcing her to become wetter.

For a moment, i thuoght she may have released her bladder, but it was little more than her own juices, that i could feel dripping down my cock as i pushed in to her.

I pulleld back, almost lost to the moment, and moved round on the bed, forcing my cock in to her mouth for a few moments so she might once more taste our combined flavour.

Once she had satisfied me thus, i undone her ankles & hands, then removed her blindfold. Her makeup was smudged, it had run from the tears of the caning she had received.

I let her again know that she had doen very well, and she asked if she might be caned more at some point, she enjoyed that more than the rest, and i was more than happy to comply with her wish, just not this evening.

Whislt she had a chance to stretch her legs, i removed my trousers completley and was as naked as she was. We took a few minutes to kiss, and to caress eachothers body, before i led her in to the hallway, and towards the front door.

Pushing her against the wall next to the door i once again entered her, and i knew that it would not be to long before i would be forced to cum. I took the moment merely to enjoy the sex, nothing rough, just the thrust and tempo of it, and then in her ear i whispered for her to unlock the door, whilst i was in her.

With some nervousness she done as i asked, and i pulled out of her, and led her to the steps, well obscured from the pavement, and once again had her there, easing a thumb as i done so in to her anus, and spitting on it, readying her for the next violation. Pulling out of her, i turned her to face me, lifted her up in my arms and told her to wrap her legs around me, as i guided myself in to her other hole, and like earlier, she rode with some vigour and force, kissing all the while, untill we heard voices up in the street, which caused us to head inside, her still on my cock.

I carried her to the living room, and laid her back on the floor and began to fuck her arse hard, with each cry she made i forced it deeper and harder, until i could hold on no longer, and i pulled out of her, grabbing a hand full of hair and pushed in to her mouth, barely intime before i shot in to her.

With part revulsion and part hunger she devoured my cum, swallowing it all down, working my cock with her tongue and her hands to get the very last drop from me, and with a startled cry i gave her a final load, before i sank back on to the sofa, heaving breaths, sweating from the exertion of it all.

She crawled over to the sofa, her legs were as numb as my own, and curled up in my lap for a few minutes, her eyes getting heavier and heavier much as my own were.

I lead her back in to the bedroom, and we lay together, the quilt to much for us, so it was cast to one side, still breathing hard, and sweating so very much.

With a simple "thankyou" from her, we drifted off to sleep.

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Pt 7

The Following Morning

It was no more than a couple hours later when we awoke, looking at eachother, and smiling, whispering small platitudes, before i rolled out of bed to go make coffee before she had to go.

She followed me in to the kitchen, as naked as i was, and headed past me to the bathroom. I could hear the shower start up, so i took the coffees in to the livingroom, and gazed at the few items of clothing strewn in there.

Leaving the coffees in the front room, i headed in to the bathroom, and stepped in to the bath with her, and began to wash her back, massaging her shoulders then moving round to her breasts, playing again with her nipples, tugging them or twisting them, bring forth a small yelp from her.

She reached round, and started to play with my cock, needless to say i was soon fully erect, and she eased me in to her vagina, bending over a little as she done so.

For a while we slowly enjoyed it, before the water began to run cold, eliciting another yelp from her. We stepped out of the bath, and i led her drippinng wet in to the kitchen, lifting her on to the side, wrapping her legs around my waist as she took me in her again.

This time, with no alcohol to inhibit my senses, i came in her quickly.

Easing her off of the side, i told her to keep her legs tightly closed, and fetched a pair of red knickers from her handbag.

I say knickers, they were little more than a thong, but that is neither here nor there.

She slipped them on, when i asked her to, then proceded to dry the rest of her body off, and finding where her clothes had been cast off through out the flat.

Once she was fully dressed, she looked almost exactly like she did the night before, with the exception of the bruising on her arm, and the welts on her thighs and back that is.

I walked her to the train station, and told her i would speak to her later on that night, i had some other guests coming round that day, and i had to streighten the place up.

She seemed a little disheartened at that, but i told her that the people coming round were not coming for sex, merely conversation, she seemed to cheer up some what.

Patting her bum, causing her to jump a little, as i applied pressure to the welts and bruises there, i told her to enjoy the ride home, and whispered in her ear to savour our mixed tastes as soon as she could when she got home.

With one last deep kiss, we said our goodbyes for the day.

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Pt 8

Later on

I had enough time to tidy up before my new guests arrived, and over coffee we shared lurid tales from our pasts, before one of them asked how the night had gone, i told them to mind their own business for now, as things were still happening, and i gave them a brief rundown of our last moments together, before they made a collective "ahh... i see" noise.

Once my guests had gone, i took a chance to have a nap, i was in all honesty some what tired, its not very often i stay up all night fucking and playing with some one, so understandably i was some what tired.

Once i'd woken in the late afternoon, i took chance for a bath and something to eat, before checking my fone for any texts that might have arrived.

As expected, there were several, some from her, some from others.

I read her ones first, and to my delight one of them detailed the fact that she had a web camera, and would record herself enjoying our flavours.

The second from her was a running commentary about people on the train, and the feeling, as she sat down on the well bruised backside. She admitted to nearly cumming again when the train took a sudden movement, causing her to bounce on the seat, and stirring the sensations of the cane, the paddle and the cum inside her.

The third text from her was to let me know she had arrived home safely, and that she had contacted her friend who was waiting to hear from her about her relative safety.

The forth text was early in the afternoon, letting me know she had made the recording and that she was going to have a bath, before getting a little sleep.

A fifth text from her told me that she had gone in to town to buy a Rabbit, and was at that moment, enjoying it very much but wishing it was something else in her.

The sixth and final text was letting me know when she would be available online.

It was to this final text that i replied, simply letting her know that i would expect her to be online and distraction free at 9pm, and that she was to have the video file ready for transfere, and that i also required her to write down something about everything we had done, and her thoughts on it all.

When 9pm arrived, i logged on, but kept myself invisible, watching for when she came online. Almost immeadiatly she logged on and tagged herself "do not disturb: remaining Distraction Free Tonight".

I IM'd her right away, and we began to disect the event of last night and this morning.

But that is something for another time i think.

--Fin--

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