Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Weekend with Alice bysadbluekid©

This story will make more sense if you read Unexpected Encounters first. The characters come from that story.
I also repeat some of my introduction from there:

This is, of course, fiction. Everyone is pretty, everyone has time, money and energy above normal, and no one gets STDs. Accept that and enjoy the story for what it is.

This story has some light BDSM and group sex in it. If this isn't your thing move on to the next excellent story, and if you choose to stay I hope you enjoy it.

Also, I haven't included the use of safewords in the story but I encourage you to use them if you are playing in real life.

It had been about six months since the weekend at the coast where Mizuki and Alice made me their sex slave. Mizuki had dominated me a few times, but this was the first time for Alice. One of the fantasies expressed that weekend was that Alice would be given my services for a weekend. Mizuki agreed, and although we had since married I hoped it would still happen sometime.

I had not seen Alice for some weeks since Mizuki and I had been to Japan on a quick trip and Alice had apparently been busy painting away. I was to discover that Mizuki and Alice had been in touch. Over breakfast one Monday Mizuki told me that Alice had asked for the weekend coming. Mizuki seemed comfortable with this and I was quite keen to see where it would go. Mizuki and I had played a few times but it had been a while. Alice met me for coffee the next day and told me that we were going to Sydney for her school reunion. She had attended a private girls school and wanted a partner her as most of her friends were married or engaged. She also liked the idea of a weekend of having a man at her beck and call.

On the Friday afternoon I kissed Mizuki goodbye, picked Alice up and off we went. In Sydney we were booked into a ritzy hotel. We parked our dropped and went to find some food. When we returned Alive asked me to unpack her luggage. She had a glitzy dress, several sets of very sexy underwear, a sundress and two pairs of heels. There wasn't any nightwear, which started the weekend with my head full of lustful thoughts. I should say here that Alice is reasonably tall, quite curvy, with long blonde hair and has a beguiling attitude.

Also in her case was a soft bag. She told me to empty the contents onto the bed. Alongside a vibrator were some tweezer clamps, a short riding crop, a butt plug, lube and a metal cock harness. A cold shower was required to allow the fitting of the harness. Alice then decided to shower while I rang Mizuki to update her.

Alice came out of the bathroom naked and with wet hair wrapped in a towel. "I can't wait any longer." I knew what that meant and moved to kneel and caress her cunt with my tongue. She moved back onto the bed and opened her legs, inviting me to move further into her. I ran my tongue up and across her outer lips, working the flesh. Alice had trimmed her unruly public hair in anticipation of this event. I worked my further up and around her clitoris, moving in with a motion that soon had her mewling. I raised my eyes enough to see her large nipples erect as she pulled them. Further up her eyes were closed and lips were parted as she rode her feelings. I had a dull ache as my cock pressed hard into the harness that contained it. After her orgasm cascaded over her Alice lay still for a few minutes as she caught her breath. She invited me into the bed and we snuggled as she told me how good it was having a tame tongue. She bade me turn the lights out and we drifted off to sleep looking out across the harbour shimmering in neon and moonlight.

The following morning we awoke quite early because of the sun streaming into the room. I started Alice's day with a languid working of her vagina, repeating patterns of last night at a more temperate pace. This time I gently massaged her g spot with a gentle but persistent finger. As I was started to speed up she reached over to the phone and ordered breakfast. Once the receiver was down she told me "you have ten minutes to get me off before breakfast arrives. If I don't come now you will know about it all day." To help me Alice moved up the bed and rested against the bedhead. She rolled her hips and opened her legs, and I began to work again. I suddenly felt the insistent thwack of the crop on my shoulders as she urged me on to her climax.

With a guttural moan Alice came. She was catching her breath when there was a knock on the door, and "Room Service" rang out in a high, clear tone.

"Just a minute" Alice responded. She got off the bed and reached for her robe. "Stay as you are" she intoned to me in a stern whisper. There I lay, face wet with her juices, shoulders red from her crop and wearing a metal cock harness, cock once again testing the strength of the fixture.

Alice opened the door and invited the waitress in. The food was put on the table and I was invited to join Alice, which I did a little reluctantly. I knew I would need to eat to keep up with Alice.

I got a look at our waitress while she was busy scoping my cock in the harness. She was younger than us, maybe twenty-one, with long dark hair in a ponytail. Her grey eyes shone bright and her lips were encased in bright red lipstick. She looked like a ballet dancer, long of leg, with prominent hips and round breasts not quite covered by her uniform. She introduced herself as Karen.

Karen asked what was going on so Alice explained in quite graphic detail that I was her sex slave for the weekend and what we had just been doing. Clearly she had heard the end of the orgasm and it was quite interesting to see how she would approach asking for her own. Karen told us she had a boyfriend but he wouldn't eat her out but she was expected to blow him. She thought it unfair, and so did Alice. When Karen mentioned that she finished in half an hour she was invited back for some fun. "I was going to the gym, but this sounds like much more interesting" she said excitedly.

Half an hour later saw me still naked and Alice wearing some sexy underwear, notably a half cup black lace bra and matching g-string. Karen let herself in. She was in tight lycra shorts and a top. I could clearly make out the shape of her pudenda. Alice turned to Karen and asked if I needed to be blindfolded. "No, if he is giving me two or three orgasms he deserves to see what he will be pleasuring. With that she kicked off her shoes, dragged her top over head and peeled her

shorts off. Her breasts sported small erect nipples and her labia sat under an exclamation mark of pubic hair. She had clearly been thinking about this since earlier. Alice decided the armchair was the best place to start so Karen settled in, legs hanging over the sides. I set to work and soon she roared to her first oral orgasm. I kept going, producing two smaller orgasms in quick time. Karen then pushed my head back and asked for a break.

Alice, ever the opportunist, decided that Karen needed some schooling. "Do you feel like playing a bit rougher?" she asked Karen.

"I'm game" she replied. Alice explained that she was taking charge and that for the next little bit we only existed for her pleasure. Alice lubed up the butt plug and inserted it gently into me, though she did warn that I had better perform or the vibrator, considerably larger, would follow. With a gasp the clamps were then applied to my nipples, for the first time in a long while.

Alice had me sit against the bed head, and then she snuggled into me, squashing my tortured cock, putting pressure on the plug and agitating my clamped nipples. This position let me nuzzle her neck and work her nipples while Karen moved in to try her hand at oral. Even though Alice had come already she was soon writhing again.

Once Karen finished Alice asked her if I had done enough to help, to which the answer was a firm no. I was invited onto the bed and told to face the bedhead. The ladies took turns cropping my arse while the other amused herself with the vibrator until they were both came again. I was not able to fully witness this round of fun because I was facing the wall while the action occurred beside and behind me. The best I managed was a glance at a "beautiful agony" moment as each one came. We all caught our breath we cleaned up and decided food was in order.

We enjoyed lunch and wandered around the water for a bit. It was pleasant and there was an invitation to Melbourne offered to Karen. Only half joking, Karen said that she was going to find a better boyfriend. Alice then decided that she was going shopping with Karen, promising to be back to get ready for the reunion. I returned to the hotel and crashed in front of the television, trying not to think about what had gone down to give my poor penis a break.

As the sun started to set Alice returned to the hotel to get ready for the reunion that night. She had a bag with her that she refused to share with me. She insisted that I trim her bush further, leaving a small triangle and completely bare lips, "just in case I get lucky tonight."

Alice pulled out even more sexy underwear, this time sheer navy lace. Over this went a sleek dress that flattered her figure; assisted by the heels she slipped into. I was dressed hip but square in a suit with a funky tie. We made our way to the reunion, into a ballroom full of people who dressed the way we had.

Alice introduced me to many people, but her key friends were Julia and Therese. Julia was tall, slim and dark while Therese was a shorter and curvier redhead. Their boyfriends, John and Cameron had also come. We had talked, laughed, drank, ate and danced. The time went quickly and soon we were leaving the room. As we parted Alice confirmed with Julia that we would see them at 10am the next day.

We had quick showers and fell into bed, dropping into a deep sleep.

The next morning we were up, fresh and ready to go. Breakfast appeared again, brought by another waitress. Apparently Karen had called in sick.

We made our way to a nice house, set in a cultivated garden. John made coffee and we chatted for a bit. Alice and Julie exchanged glances and suddenly John and I were being sent to the playroom, out in one of the garages. We walked into the black space, dark with lights picking out a stuffed armchair, a bench, and several shelves of toys. It looked to me like Julia really played hard. This was going to be an interesting hour or two.

We got naked and waited. I was still harnessed, but John was not. He walked to the shelves and picked up a leather penile sheath, which he put on ahead of the arrival of the mistresses. This would keep him hard and ready. I realised that I probably wasn't going to be penetrating anyone today, so I would have to settle for giving oral quite a lot.

Soon Julia, Alice, and surprisingly Karen joined us. They were dressed hot and mean, ready to take their pleasure. Alice wore a leather cincher that highlighted her large breasts. She also wore a pair of heels that lengthened her longish legs. Her hair was pulled back and her makeup was heavier than usual. She had a sparkle in her eyes and a mischievous grin.

Julia, on home turf, was wrapped in a corset, a thong, and knee high lace up boots. She rocked a choker and also had her hair back. Karen, dominatrix in training, wore leather sandals with straps that wound up her calves, and a pair of sheer black panties. I could see her plump lips pushing the tight fabric. Her nipples were erect and her eyes wide with the sight of the room and the expectation of things to come.

The start of the session revolved around punishing John for some imagined infraction. He was worked over by Julia and Alice with a flogger. Then they gave Karen a turn. This got them all hot and bothered and into the scene. They turned him to face the room and, after securing his arms Karen was asked to suck the end of John's cock enough to get him so hard the sheath dug into him. Once this was achieved Karen was invited to sit in the armchair and watch.

They turned to me. Alice tossed a coin, which Julia won. "Tongue" said Julia, at which point Alice started to lube my anus. Very soon I was in doggie position, working into Julia's hairy and engorged cunt while Alice worked me over with a strap on. Alice kept going after Julia came and rolled away, so I could then see Karen, naked but for shoes, with her legs spread wide and three fingers pulsing in and out of her pussy. Her other index finger started working her clitoris until her body rippled in waves of ecstasy.

Alice unstrapped and moved away. Julia moved to strap in and so the reaming continued. Alice roused Karen and took her across to John. They attached clamps to his nipples and, after taking the sheath off, wrapped a leather strap around the top of his scrotum, pushing his balls down. He was soon untied and Alice had him on his back. She hovered over his shaft, and as if in slow motion, lowered herself till he filled her. Soon she was riding hard, head back, eyes closed until she came hard. No sooner had she pulled off him than Karen replaced her. It was worth the arse fucking I was getting to see Karen suck in her breath as she accepted eight inches. After a few more minutes Julia decided I had had enough and pulled the strap on out of me. She moved across to Alice and they sinuously moved into a 69. Karen decided she wanted to fuck missionary style, her long legs twined behind his back as he drove onto her. John came, notably without asking permission, filling Karen with streams of sperm.

Alice decided that I should enjoy the creampie left by John. Karen resumed the spot in the armchair, and I moved, on Alice's instruction, to clean her out. The final orgasm of the session was Karen's.

After moving John's accouterments we moved into the shower room set up next to the playroom. I was finally able to enjoy all Julia's charms. I was able to see that she sunbathed naked. Her breasts were not big but were quite perky, long nipples sitting proudly. Her bush was not trimmed, reminding me of an old school Playboy model. We soaped and rinsed each other until passions started to rise again. Aware of the time Alice, Karen and I dried ourselves, and while the girls slipped on their sundresses, Karen without any underwear and Alice only wearing a lacy g-string, I shrugged on my t-shirt and jeans. Once dressed we left Julia and John to it.

We returned to the hotel, but Karen, having called in sick, couldn't join us. We quickly freshened up and met Karen on Oxford Street, a strip with many sex shops and leather outfitters. After a quick Thai meal we went shopping. We roamed through a number of shops, looking and trying, with the girls making suggestive and lewd comments to tease and torment me, and especially my cock. More than once one or the other suggested things they would like to do to me given the chance. Karen bought a vibrator to replace her soon to be ex, some tweezer clamps and a tight but supple leather bodysuit. After paying she decided to wear her purchase. As she walked out of the changing room she lifted her skirt to flash me. I could see her plump lips outlined. This girl had serious cameltoe. She talked about buying more but her funds were limited. I had no doubt that she would probably get to spend some time with Julia, and that a trip to Melbourne was not far off.

Alice bought a strap on harness and a dildo to suit, ready to ream her next willing playmate she told me delightfully. She also bought a boned bustier with half cups. The shape empasised her shape and the cups allowed her large nipples to peek at the world.

As we parted company Karen told us she would see us in the morning to serve breakfast. We returned to the hotel and sank into bed. I asked her why the harness was still on, and she told me that Mizuki had asked her to not allow me to come for the weekend, nor did she really want me fucking anyone, though they could, apparently, fuck me. In the morning Karen, prim and proper again in her uniform, served us breakfast. We exchanged details, and as a final treat, Karen took off her skirt, jacket and blouse to pose for a photo for Alice, her sexy underwear barely hiding her considerable charms. It was all we could do not to go again. Just before we left the hotel Alice removed the harness so there would be no embarrassment as we went through airport security, though she did whisper that next time it would stay on to see whether they took me aside for a special search. Since I met Alice she had become quite evil, even if she was only teasing.

After the flight home I walked into our place to find Mizuki waiting for me, sitting in a right white t-shirt, nipples ruffling the surface, and her cherry red boots. She usually meant business in these boots. I started to recount the weekend, and soon I found myself lying on the floor with my wife settled on top of me, gently rocking as I continued my tale. As I spoke of the reaming and eating creampie from Karen Mizuki came. I only held on because I had been trained in delaying orgasm. Mizuki gave permission and soon I filled her. As a final act of domination Mizuki decided that I needed to clean her as well. Inevitably she came again lying on our fluffy rug, legs scissoring me and heels digging in to my back. The final sound of a great long weekend was her breath short and sharp.
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Monday, February 15, 2016

Caught By My Mother-In-law bymingeeter©





OH my god I have just been so humiliated by my 73 year old very strict mother in-law who was an ex magistrate for 20 years.
I had seen her undressed but only over the last year when she had stayed with us her very heavy saggy tits and her very hairy untrimmed bright grey pussy shown accidently to me but no rush to hide that hairy bush from my obvious stare!

She caught me with her dirty panties over my head sniffing and licking away at her extremely sticky and very creamy gusset with very erect cock in my hand wanking over her.

I have been sniffing her dirty panties for the last Twenty Five years, they have always been very conservative cotton full panties, except for her husband's birthdays and Christmas when he(and I) would get a treat to stockings and suspenders and French knickers silky to the touch with lace edging and a cotton gusset.

I was so embarrassed I was sure she was going to tell my wife(her daughter) but luckily for me she wanted to teach me a lesson and use me to gain pleasure. And it has taught me a lesson that even 73 year old widows who have only had sex in the dark with the lights out up until now can be as dirty as young sluts.

So there I was sniffing and licking the very sticky and very creamy gusset of a very straight laced bespectacled ex magistrate who would never even curse let alone show that she is still a real women who gets aroused even at this age, with my very hard cock in my hand masturbating whilst sniffing her dirty cotton panties licking the creamy goo that Barbara had unknowingly deposited for me.

She called me her dirty little panty sniffer who was going to become her dirty little pussy sniffer and taster. She raised her tweed skirt and showed me her stockings and suspenders along with the French knickers that I had sniffed and licked clean on many occasions before. Telling me that I was a sick dirty boy for wanting to taste and smell the slick juices of a 73 year old suppressed slut, the very thought of my nose being stuck in crusty panties made her old pussy slick with her arousal.

She told me she was going to finger herself whilst crouching over my face to get it nice and coated so she could then rub that stinky old cunt over it using my nose to bring herself off. God she could cum very loudly and very wetly.

We was staying with my wife's mum for a week and my wife had gone out with an old school friend for the evening. I had gone upstairs to take a shower and the linen basket was in the bathroom, I know I should not of but the pervert panty sniffer in me got the better of myself and I opened the lid and there in front of me was a pair of my very middle classed 73 year old mother in laws worn panties. I just had to take a sniff and smell a real women's cunt. I could not believe how crispy they were and so smelly, a nice and fragrant clean smell not a dirty smelly sweaty pussy. But still very arousing and very musky, I tentatively licked at the crispy parts and gently nibbled to get little pieces of her dried middle class cunt in my mouth.

This is exactly what I was doing when she caught me.

"You perverted sick dirty boy. I hope you are enjoying my stinky panties." Said Barbara I could not respond I was so embarrassed.

"I knew you was doing something with my worn panties but I could never guess you would be this sick and sniff your wife's mums 73 year old dirty vagina. You wait till I tell her, she will throw you out, you deserve it you sick pathetic little boy."

"Are you getting your kicks from sniffing my panties and masturbating? I noticed they were in a different order in the wash basket but god that is sick, so I laid this little trap for you, can you taste that creamy goodness that is where I masturbated last night rubbing my clit and making them all sticky."

"Do you like the taste and smell of my old vagina I bet you would like to taste it for real wouldn't you?" Well I have a treat for you I got fucked by my Indian neighbour he is only 48 and is not getting any from his wife as she is heavily pregnant he has come inside me and I am going to sit on your face and you are going to eat all his cum and lick my slimy pussy while I rub my vagina on your face. I want you to taste your dirty mother in-laws stinky used pussy you will do as your told I am going to smother your naughty face in dirty cummy sticky juices and you are going to make me orgasm and drink my juices. You are going to pleasure me whenever I desire I am going to enjoy bringing myself of rubbing my dirty pantied covered crotch over your face smothering you with my womanliness.

"I also have a 75 year old friend Heather who has not had sex for 25 years I bet she could get off by rubbing her horny pussy over your face. Now get out and leave me to take a shower you dirty little pervert."

The next morning I got up after my wife had gone out to the shops and went downstairs, Barbara was in the kitchen when she heard me she turned around and scorned at me go into the lounge!

I did as I was told and her best friend Heather was there grinning I walked in and was told to lay on the floor. I did as I was told Heather stood up and walked over to me abusing me calling me a dirty filthy pervert for sniffing and licking Barbara's dirty smelly panties whilst masturbating. She stood astride my head and opened her legs and laughed at me telling me how she had not washed herself for three days since Barbara had told her that I had sniffed her dirty knickers. She told me that the thought of getting my face between her 75 year old thighs was the only thing that had made her moist in Twenty Five years. She could not wait to force me to sniff her old cunt through her knickers.

She slowly lowered herself over my face with Barbara in the background tell Heather to abuse my face with her stinky snatch and get her cum that she so deserved.

I was then surrounded by hot wet smelly undergarments with a 75 year old ordering me to sniff me cunt and to pull her panties to one side to finger her tight cunt and to get my face and nose totally coated in her thick goo that was seeping out. I t did taste and smell.
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Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Exposed to the Domme Club byNancyPan©

I highly recommend that you read my story "The Domme Club" prior to reading this one as there is background in that story that I think will make this one more fun. Also, I continue to struggle with the narrow selection of categories. If you have read any of my other work, you will know that this is not just BDSM, but certainly has strong element of fetish, gender, and describes a wife and husband very much in love as they live their kinky lives.
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It was Saturday. Like most Saturdays I was dressed in one of my now several French maid outfits. This one Mistress Monica seemed to especially prefer for me to wear as the pink satin fabric, white lace trim, and short skirt accented by a flouncy white petticoat was so, well, sissy. She had ordered size 10 Ameona forms for me and they filled out the DD cups I was now required to wear around the house. White thigh highs with a lace top and pink two-inch heels completed the look.

When I was cleaning the house while wearing this outfit; there was no use pretending that I had much masculinity left in me. Monica relished highlighting how submissive, feminine, and deferent I had become to her and, I couldn't help myself, I now deferred to all women. Especially in this town I never knew whether a woman I encountered was in the Domme Club and had heard all about me. Not only that, but as I embraced femininity myself I found myself admiring and idolizing women and wishing that I could be all female.

There was one problem that separated me from real women, and my Mistress was in the habit of pointing this out. If I was brought to tears by a movie, commented on a stylish outfit in a women's clothing store window, or she found me paging through Cosmo or Good Housekeeping she was fond of telling me, "You are like a chick with a dick." Then she would laugh and maybe whisper in my ear, "But you will never have a real pussy, my dear, just like you will never have a real man's cock. No wonder you adore my pussy so."

So, as I was saying, it was Saturday. I was dressed in my pink satin maid's uniform and I had just completed my chores for the day when Monica came home from her Domme Club luncheon. "Hi sissy," she said, "Would you like to hear about our meeting? I talked about you with the other ladies."

She loved to humiliate me with such exposure and I had given her plenty of indication that her talking about me to her Domme friends was highly arousing to me. Like she most often did after these meetings when she wanted to tease me, she went to her easy chair in the living room and, once seated, called me to her side. "Up with your skirt and petticoat, down with your panty girdle and panties." For some time now she had been requiring me to wear a panty girdle to hold my tuck securely between my legs when she was away from home. I actually had come to like this as everything was kept in place and out of the way of temptation. Anyway, of course I did as I was told and I stood beside her with my flaccid penis available for her grasp.

She took it in both hands and I immediately began to grow. "That's okay, baby. Let it get hard. This reassures me that you haven't been playing with it while I've been away." No matter how many times I had assumed this position next to her, she seated and me standing, she fully clothed and me fully exposed, the power of the encounter sent me to the edge and I always wanted very much to shoot my load in her hand—although I also knew that would be a very bad idea. "They want to see it, Tom." My penis twitched in her grip affirming that this idea excited me. "They can't believe it is less than four inches erect. None of them have never seen one that small," she said and I thought I might lose control.

"Mistress, would you please take your hand away for a moment. I am afraid that I might squirt," I said.

"Of course, honey," she said as she let go, "That's a good little sissy to tell Mistress so we don't have any messes. So the idea of being on display to the Domme Club excites you, does it?"

"Yes, Mistress, but, um, ahh, it would be so very humiliating."

"And that is what excites you so...you are so easy, sissy."

"May I have permission to jerk off for your amusement, Mistress?" I asked hopefully.

"Absolutely not, although I am pleased to see that the idea of such exposure excites you so."

So that is how the idea was hatched, or at least how it was presented to me. Perhaps Monica had been planning this for some time as a way of deepening my submission. Once she had brought it up I couldn't stop thinking about it. I imagined the group of dominant women examining my cock and I could hear their laughter in my mind. My penis would be the center of attention and the object of ridicule by a group of women. Mistress Monica said little more about it for several days, letting me cook in my own stew. Then she started to drop little hints like how she was planning to host the next meeting at our house or asking me if I thought I would need new panties for her meeting.

As the month wore on I of course could see the date circled on the calendar that hung next to the fridge and the initials DC for Domme Club in red marker prominent on that date. One evening just a few days before the meeting I arrived home from my law office to find Monica resting in her easy chair. "Over here. You know what to do—pants and panties pulled down." She took it in her left hand, "Love the floral print panties, Tom. Very feminine. Hope you are wearing the matching bra." I was.

She continued to hold my swelling penis as she continued, "I have decided that in order to protect the identity of the women in the club I am going to have you wear a leather hood during your display so that you will not be able to see. I have considered having you wear noise-cancelling headphones as well so that you can not identify any of the voices, but I do want you to hear the laughter and the comments." I was now twitching uncontrollably. I had to resist the urge to hump her hand. "I will simply tell those women whose voice you might recognize to be discrete."

She reached into a bag near the chair and pulled out a black leather hood, "I borrowed this from one of the gals. She uses it to punish her husband. Don't worry, she has required him to thoroughly clean it so it is ready for your use." She handed it to me and I placed my hands inside to fill out the mask. There was a bit of a stretch to the material, no openings for eyes, but 2 small holes for nostrils and a larger hole for the mouth. "You will be gagged as well," and she produced a red ball gag and handed it to me. "Don't want to risk your saying something that could get you in trouble," she said as though it would be a favor to me to have me gagged.

She was now stroking me and I fought a powerful urge to squirt. Instead, I asked, "May I have release, Mistress? I beg you to allow me to squirt, please Mistress Monica."

She quickly pulled her hand away, "You will do no such thing. No cummies for sissy until the day of your display. I want you to be able to get erect so that accurate measurements may be taken. It would be so embarrassing for me if you were impotent and could not get hard that day. I already have to deal with the smallest penis in the club." She reached up and stroked my cheek. "You are so sweet. Follow all of the instructions and I may allow you to jerk off in front of my friends after we are done with you."

She picked up a magazine and began leafing through it absent-mindedly, ignoring me standing by her side with my pants and panties around my ankles and my cock twitching and jerking with excitement, now even without being touched, just with the thought of being displayed to her friends as she had planned. Mistress Monica ignored me until my arousal had subsided and I lost my erection. "Now run along and get changed. I want you in only your pink lace bra and panty set this evening and your pink babydoll."

I quickly changed and returned to the living room. Without a word, Mistress pointed towards the kitchen and I knew that she expected that I prepare dinner. It was a good thing that I had spent part of my chore time on Saturday making some meals ahead of time, so before long I was able to bring her a tray with her dinner. Before accepting the tray from me she stood up, hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties off. She pulled them over my head with the intoxicating scent of the gusset positioned just over my nose and she clipped it in place at the back of my head. "I have worn these all day, sissy Tommy. They must be rich with my scent, with the scent of my pussy, with the perfume of my femininity."

I knelt by her side as she ate, the power of her scent intoxicating me. I felt so happy to be serving her so. She took the opportunity to give me more instructions for the meeting of the Domme Club. "I want you to build a little pedestal for you to stand on while my friends are here. I want your penis at about eye level, so since most of them will be wearing heels, let's say that you prepare yourself a little perch that will put your penis at about five and a half feet." I didn't like the sound of this. "And I wouldn't make it too small if I were you. Your hands will be bound behind your back and I don't want you falling off. You will be on display here in the living room, so with the vaulted ceiling you will have plenty of room. You may build a little leaning post onto the perch if you want as the meeting will be about two hours." She continued eating and paging through a magazine, virtually ignoring me kneeling by her side other than giving me these instructions. When she finished she handed me her tray. "You may go into the kitchen and eat your dinner. Then clean up and prepare for me to join you in bed. I want you wearing the chin dildo. I feel like a little ride...and I want to cover your face with the my precious pussy juices."

When I returned to the kitchen I wanted to jerk off in the worst way and I touched myself through my panties for a couple soft strokes—but I knew better than to cum without explicit permission from Mistress Monica. My days of unsupervised masturbation were over. Not only had I promised her that I would not ejaculate without her permission, but in days past when I had naively defied her believing that she would never know, she always somehow did know. She told me that there were many clues to my having been a bad boy including a look of shame on my face that I could not hide when she asked me if I had jerked off. She also could read my arousal and I was quicker to respond the longer she had kept me chaste. So, I quickly ate my dinner as by now I was more interested in tasting her pussy than the meat loaf and mashed potatoes before me. Soon I was in the bedroom where I found the chin dildo, strapped it on, took one look in the bathroom mirror and saw how silly I looked with a silicone cock protruding from my chin, and I assumed my position on the bed.

She liked to keep me waiting and anticipating in this position, laying on my back with my head in the center of the bed and my legs dangling off the side. This time, though, she was in the bedroom shortly after I was in position and she stripped naked; then sat on the side of the bed stroking the dildo and chiding me, "If only you had a cock as large as this one it would be entering me this evening instead of this imitation. And this dildo isn't even that large. It is only six inches. Does it frustrate you, Tom, that your tiny penis is not allowed to enter your Mistress?"

I simply moaned. There was nothing to say. That tiny penis was pushing against the silky nylon of my panties and I could not wait to service her. I think it would be fair to say that I was addicted to the scent of her pussy; and I had come to relish the experience of giving her the powerful orgasms that I had been unable to provide when she had let me fuck her with my penis. She mounted me, slowly lowering her gleaming wet cunt onto the dildo giving me quite an erotic view of her hole as it opened and swallowed the dildo. If only that was my cock, but I knew that I would ejaculate immediately and disappoint her. This was better, more fair to her, and I was proud to be able to satisfy her with my tongue in a way that I could not with my penis. Once she had taken it all the way in her clit glistened above my mouth and my tongue went to work sucking and licking as I inhaled her womanly smells. She rode me slow, she rode me fast, she rode me hard, she rode me soft, all the while chastising me about my inadequate penis and how fun it will be to display me to her Club.

"It will be a delicious humiliation, Tom, for my friends to see your tiny penis. They will laugh at you Tom. But let me remind you that you have brought all of this on yourself. You asked for it Tom. You begged me to dominate you, to humiliate you, to take control of that pathetic penis after I found you with my panties over your head jerking off into my favorite bra. You asked for this, Tom... Ahhhh, Ooooow, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, I'm cumming on my sissy's face. I'm cuuummmmming..."

After she dismounted she cuddled up next to me. I knew that it was now okay to take the harness off of my chin. My face was gleaming with the wonderful evidence that I had pleased her. "That was wonderful, Tom. Something you could never do with your penis. You have a very talented tongue, sweetie." She placed a hand on my panties and squeezed my throbbing erection. "After the women see it Saturday, you will be allowed to cum. Now go to sleep, my love, I know you have a big day at the office tomorrow."

There was no more sex and I knew there would not be until after Monica had hosted the meeting of the Domme Club at our house. I had completed a simple platform that I had covered in pink satin that I had gotten at the fabric store. I placed it in the center of the living room just as Mistress Monica instructed. When I stood on the tiny stage the base of my penis would be just about five and a half feet off the floor. The morning of the meeting I was busy cleaning, preparing food, and getting serving dishes out and ready. Since I would be on display during the meeting I would be unable to serve the food—plus my vision would be blocked by the hood I would be wearing. About an hour before the guests were to arrive, Monica summoned me away from the kitchen. "I will finish the rest, Tom. You get in the shower; shave your chest, underarms, and legs. I don't want any stubble. The stockings, flats, bra, and panties I want you to wear are on the bed. We'll keep your little thing covered in nylon and lace until it is time for the unveiling."

By the time the doorbell rang announcing the first arrival I was already on my perch, white lace top thigh highs, white patent leather flats, and a matching white nylon and lace bra and panty set. Mistress did not want me in my breast forms, so the bra had smaller half cups. Mistress said that she wanted me "all natural," whatever that meant. The hood was over my head so I stood in total darkness. I could feel my face flushing to the sound of heels on the wood floor. "This is my husband Tom. He has agreed to show all of us his tiny penis today, isn't that sweet of him?" Two women must have come into together. I heard them laugh and then they seemed to move away as Monica offered her friends a drink. The joke was repeated each time the doorbell rang and soon I could hear snippets of conversation from various points in the room. Some said how they admired how Monica had trained me, some said how lucky I was to have her as most women would not tolerate a husband with such a small penis, Once all the guests had arrived and gotten something to drink Monica called the meeting to order and said that she wanted to start with the unveiling so that my period of exposure would be as long as possible. Suddenly I felt hands on the waistband of my panties and they were yanked to my knees.

Embarrassment seemed to be trumping arousal. It was clear from the comments and giggling that my cock had shriveled as though trying to hide from their curious eyes. I was worried this would disappoint Monica as she had told me it would embarrass her if I was unable to get an erection. Mistress Monica seemed to have anticipated this. "Okay. Ladies. I warned him not to get hard until we had measured him in this flaccid state. I have some rulers, tape measures, and a box of plastic gloves for those who want to measure." Soon I could sense them gathering about me and I heard the snapping of rubber gloves being pulled on. I knew that my penis was roughly at eye level with all of these women. I was, as Mistress Monica had said I would be, on display. Once hands starting grabbing and pulling at my member and I heard announcements of measurements ("It's a fucking inch and a half soft," one said) I could feel myself start to grow.

"It's growing. Look. It's growing." I wanted to grab it and stroke it and cum right then and there, but Monica had cuffed my hands behind my back. "Oh my god, I think that's as big as it gets, ladies," one woman said. "She's right, that's it," I heard Monica say, "Feel free to measure him now. I think you will find that he tops out at three inches, five-eighths."

Again I felt hands at the base of my cock and I could feel the cold plastic of rulers against its length. Roars of laughter and glee erupted from the ladies as they made fun of my inadequate penis. But my humiliation was just beginning. Monica called the unruly crowd to order. "I want to tell you a bit about me and Tom. This all started when I came home to discover him with a pair of my soiled panties over his head and he was jerking off into a cup of my favorite bra. After I busted him he begged me to dominate him and he confessed his panty fetish." The room was now silent. I could feel it twitching as Monica talked about me in front of her friends. This did not go without notice.

"You will see that he is unable to contain his excitement as I humiliate him and reveal his deepest secrets in front of all of you women. His cock, although inadequate for fucking, has been a reliable barometer of his arousal. When I first told Tom that he was to be exposed and measured in front of the Domme Club he asked me if he could jerk off right then and there. Of course I said No Way, Jose." They all laughed.

Mistress Monica continued, "I know it will be humiliating for him for me to tell you that his inadequate penis has not entered me or any woman now for several years." I couldn't help the twitching and I was glad that my face was covered. "Now all of you know Tom and see him around town. He likes to think of himself as a bit of a big shot when he is in his law office or in court. But if you see him around, keep in mind that under whatever male costume he might be wearing he is shaved, bra'ed, and pantied."

"How do you find satisfaction then, Monica?" one of the women asked in a voice that sounded too familiar for comfort. Was it the receptionist at Dr. Sylvester's office, or perhaps it was that woman attorney who handled the divorce of one of my clients.

"Oh, so nice of you to be concerned about me, hon. We have a nice collection of dildos that are more of a size to my liking, and of course he has a well-trained tongue." Some of the women laughed; others applauded. "You can see by his twitching dick that he relishes humiliation. Let's go ahead and have our snack and refresh our drinks. I am going to leave him exposed...oh, by the way, I told him that I would let him release to conclude our meeting, so those who want to stay for that, it should be great fun."

I heard some bustling about, a mix of conversation and the click of heels as the women walked about and chatted. I could sense that my cock was still erect and I had the sensation of curious eyes often inches from my exposed and hairless crotch. I was so aroused that I could hardly contain myself. Without thinking I had started gently thrusting my hips in a humping motion as though friction from the air alone could bring me some relief. One of the Dommes noticed and took immediate action. She swatted my bare ass along with a loud and stern command, "Stop, sissy!" I did.


It seemed like forever until I again heard Monica call the group to order. "Those who have to leave or don't want to see this sissy make a mess can leave. The rest of you are welcome to enjoy the show. I am going to release Tom's hands and allow him to cum."
I could hear the Velcro on the cuffs pull open and my hands were finally free. I stretched my fingers and hands and flexed my shoulders; waiting for further instruction from my Mistress. "You may cum now, Tom, in front of all of thse women. I am sure they are most tired of gazing upon your pathetic little penis, so to enhance your embarrassment I want you to pull up your panties and rub yourself through the nylon and lace until you thoroughly wet the front of your panties. Rub yourself like a girl masturbates, no stroking—that is for men—just rub yourself Tom—that's it. Now take your other hand and reach into the back of your panties and insert a finger into your tight little pussy—that's it, sissy Tommy."

Her words excited me. I pictured all of these dominant women watching me rub my penis through my panties. They had seen how small it is, some had measured it, they had made fun of it, and now I was going to release in front of them. It didn't take long.

"Another reason he is not allowed to enter me is that he has a problem with premature ejaculation. I think you will see—oh, it is already happening—that it doesn't take him long."

My hips bucked, my knees nearly buckled, I came in a powerful orgasm. My ejaculate wet the entire front of my panties. Once my body stopped convulsing I moved to cover myself with my hands and I felt an intense flooding of shame. The room erupted in applause and cheers.

"Don't cover yourself, Tom. Let the ladies see your cummie. I know you feel ashamed of yourself now, Tom, and you should. You have just been exposed to the Domme Club. Hands behind your back now—whenever you see a woman anywhere in this town you will not know whether she has measured your tiny penis or seen you cum in your panties. Yes, Tom, you should be ashamed, very ashamed, and that is why you need a strong Mistress to take care of you."
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Mistress Sage byjustincbenedict©

Manfred Wettington watched Sage leaving her apartment, holding hands with Figgins Clarke, her balding, geeky fiancée.
Manny didn't know Fig well, but in the few conversations he'd had with Sage while they were walking their dogs in the front of the building where she was his tenant, he'd learned that Fig was "intelligent and talented" and was a Computational Linguistics something-or-other...

But Manny could care less. He just LOVED Sage, who was as demure as a Jane Austen character, but with the looks of Betty Boop...they'd had great conversations! Figgins was a lucky man.

Sage and Fig reached Figgins's car, and held hands, looking at each other. Sage smiled inwardly.

After six years together, Fig gaped at her as if they'd been dating six weeks, and she was the head cheerleader, and he still couldn't believe his luck. He did, of course keep shifting from foot to foot...she'd given him a painful caning inside the house.

"Are you okay?" Sage smiled, her full lips almost beaming on her adoring fiancée. "I hate to hurt you, Figgy, but I told you to re-line the cupboards, and you don't seem to listen unless I use Mister Bouncy." Sage called her faithful bamboo Mister Bouncy because it jolted so alarmingly when thwacking Fig's bare buttocks...like a dance, it was.

Figgins winced, but looked at his beloved Sage with love. She was wearing a very snug tye-dye tee shirt, purple and pink swirls...not only did her boobs do it great justice, but they pulled up the shirt a bit, showing her little pink belly.

He had cried miserably as she'd whipped him, fifty times for his forgetfulness as he'd bit the pillow on their bed...but he loved her so!

Even when she'd ordered him to turn over, and she'd removed the little padlock to his Prince Albert chastity piercing and given his hard penis another ten to help him "focus" he'd just gazed with teary eyes at her heaving breasts in that hot little tie-dye shirt. What a wonderful girl she was!

After she'd whipped Fig's penis, she'd stroked it a bit, the blood streaming out of the pores, and she'd apologized sweetly for having to teach him a lesson like that...stroke stroke stroooke...and then she pulled her hand away, as always.

She'd re-locked his bloody cock, and he'd been so excited she pulled her panties down under her skirt, and let him lick her to an orgasm before left for work.

Oh God, he wanted her so badly. She hadn't let him have a release in 48 days, and it really hurt, he could feel his cock pulling against the cruel piercing in his pants right now (Sage didn't let Fig wear underwear) but he knew he had to wait the full sixty days! He was committed to pleasing his beautiful girl.

It wasn't easy for Figgins...Sage tied him down and teased him at least an hour a day, sometimes two, and had for the six years they'd been together. She was nineteen when they met, and he was twenty-five. He had initially told her about BDSM and his submissive desires, but she'd really been a quick study.

Within eighteen months, Sage had gone from sweetly blowing Fig in his '01 BMW to forcing him to fellate her high heel while her male cousins peed on his head! It had been amazing how quickly things had gone. And after she'd put him in chastity, his life had changed, but all for the better.

But oh, how he wanted to cum. He was surrounded by gorgeous young interns at work, and girls playing Frisbee outside, having lunch, all the tits and asses...but he was most attracted to Sage, his beautiful wife. He just couldn't get enough of her.

And she knew how to dress! Miniskirts, tight pink tops, sexy leather jackets in winter, and of course she had a collection of hugging sweaters to beat the band!

And she was always, except when in disciplinary mode, kissing and fondling Figgy, when they cooked together she'd lean over from where she was chopping shallots to put a tongue in his ear, and sometimes they'd neck during "Burn Notice" so he wouldn't get too attracted to the hot chicks on the show...

Sage often became annoyed when he nagged her...and she threatened sometimes to suspend the teasing sessions. "I think if I just kept you locked up, you wouldn't complain, but all the teasing seems to make you too bitchy and whiny."

But he'd begged her not to give up the teasing, and of course she never would. God Bless Sage!

Now he took Sage's hand, and looked soulfully in her eyes. "I-I promise to re-line the cupboards when I come home from work, honey.

I'm so sorry I disappointed you." He twinged again, she'd really singed the underside of his buttocks, in that tender spot between his butt and his legs. But he kissed her goodbye and painfully got into his car, pulling off.

Sage walked back to the building, whistling, and was only mildly amused to see the bespectacled, somewhat obese Manny Wettington outside, looking casual with his dog. Sage could tell, though that Manny had a few bucks, and he made her laugh when they talked outside. Sage's friend, Amory Blau, needed a nice guy in her life...but Manny had a few rough edges...she smiled as she approached him.

Manny babbled hello, and she stood while he gaped at her cleavage, and talked a bit, and then she gently asked him if he'd put his dog inside and come to her place, as she wanted him to try her peach cobbler.

Half an hour later, Manny and Sage were making out on her bed. Now Manny was out of his mind with amazement that this beautiful girl was giving him a bit of adultery..."You're so wonderful, Sage. I didn't know you felt this way about me."

Sage had removed her fabulous tye-dye T-shirt, and was just wearing a pomegranate-colored bra and her jeans, and Manny was completely naked, trying in his way to get her clothes off. Sage laughed thinking of "I didn't know YOU felt this way about ME."

Men were all such egotistical children, she thought as she endured Manny's sloppy tongue in her mouth, his hands fumbling in her cleavage. Necessary, but Sweet Jesus, just a lot of annoyance in SO many ways.

"You know, Manny..You're just the sexiest guy" Sage said, choking back laughter, "But you're a little grabby during lovemaking. You need to learn to let me do the touching. Let me try something..."She got the scarves out (handcuffs might have been too frightening) and tied Manny's wrists to the headboards of her bed.

Then she tied his ankles to the bottom headboards, and sat back, looking at him. His mouth was open, a big O, and she was amazed that such a person was owner of the building in which she lived. Manny had washed out of M.I.T. and then Buttermilk State U. and his wealthy parents had bought him an apartment complex...and thus he had status, if questionable.

Now he could play Dungeons and Dragons, toy with his stamp collection, read his comic books and run around in chain-mail at his Science Fiction conventions and not starve to death.

A happy, if somewhat backward forty-two year old. Sage wondered if Manny was a virgin. No wait...he'd lost a building or two in an acrimonious divorce. Well no more of that. Amory would need looking after, and so no more wandering for Manfred.

Manny was unaware of Sage's plans for him, but still in heaven. He watched her beautiful pinkish vanilla boobs swell in the little bra and then looked at her long pink nails as they wandered up and down his penis....it wasn't a large penis, but it was having fun. Sage stroked and tickled his dick, and he struggled against the scarves...but really, she had it all under control. Still he pulled.

"No no...don't yank your hands." Sage said, smiling. But she did reach over and tweak Manny's right nipple, rather hard, and he screamed. Wimp. "You have to lie still, Manfred.

Sage can give you a nice time if you just let her."

"But-but I want to touch you, I want to fu- um, make love to you, Sage." Manfred's eyes were glazing over. This was his first non-hooker sex in almost eight years.

Sage ran her fingers up and down Manny's shaft, and then pressed his hard cock against his stomach really hard, and his balls were full! Then she began rubbing the sides of his glans, running her fingertips all around the cock head without touching the rest of his dork, and this drove Manny out of his mind. The tip of Manny's dick resembled a plum, and Sage's hand never seemed to get tired.

At one point, Manfred began trying to shove his dick further into Sage's hand, and she slapped it, hard, and then punched him lightly in the balls, which made him nearly pass out.

Sage thought to herself that Figgy was far tougher, and had taken more punishment...shit, Sage had just whacked him in the balls with his golf putter the week before and he'd survived without a murmur...but Manny was certainly not sterner stuff.

She apologetically kissed Manny's lips sloppily, and returned her attentions to his whole dick, running her fingers up and down the shaft as he gasped and moaned. It was going better, he thought. He just needed to calm her down. He wouldn't arch his hips and try to fuck her hand again...he'd learned his lesson.

"Can't I cum now?" Manny whined, and Sage smiled at him.

"All good things come to those who wait" she said, and she tickled the underside of his cock,which made him gurgle with joy.

After Sage had teased Manfred's dick for about two hours, she'd taken her hand away, and pulled down her panties and climbed on his face, and with hints, got him to give her a couple of orgasms. Then she released him. "Manny, if you don't touch yourself between now and midnight tonight, I'll have a surprise for you."

Manfred went home and sat on his hands until midnight, and then went down to Apartment 402. Sage let him in. She was wearing a tight leather minidress with quite a plunging neckline, and bright red lipstick, her hair tied back in a bun.

"You didn't touch yourself did you honey?" Sage asked throatily, and Manny shook his head no. His dick was engorged now, especially since Sage grasped it through his pants. "You shouldn't wear undies, Sage hates them." She said this earnestly, and Manny resolved to burn his boxer shorts as soon as he got upstairs.

"I have a surprise for you...you're going to get the blowjob of your life, honey." Manny's eyes goggled behind his thick glasses, and she smiled inwardly.

Sage led Manny to the couch, and instructed him to remove his pants and underpants.

She whistled, and the door opened and a creature in a blonde wig and overdone pancake makeup came crawling out on hands and knees. Manny noted that the person was wearing a Merry Widow negligee that didn't quite cover it's genitals, which were locked in a metal piercing.

Manny did note that the tranny's dick was wiggling, as it attempted to get hard, but was locked tightly to the scrotum. Sage snapped her fingers again, and the person crawled to where Manny was sitting and then sat up on its haunches, wrists out in a dog begging position...and then Sage gave it a dog biscuit.

"This is Felice, Manfred." Sage said, smiling. "Felice has a surprise for you. I've outlined her lips with Vaseline, which has made her a bit nauseous, but it will mean true pleasure. Put your penis in Felice's mouth, honey."

"B-but Felice is a guy." Manfred said.

"I'm-um, not gay." Sage gave Manny a big kiss, and rubbed his face in her cleavage.

"Just focus on me, honey. Felice will make you feel good, but you can just focus on me, and my femininity...you can kiss my breasts and enjoy yourself." Sage looked into Manny's eyes, but he was distracted by the transvestite, who was now weeping.

"Felice seems um, upset, Sage." Manfred said uncomfortably.

Sage took a piece of cut off garden hose from the coffee table, and without getting up, whacked Felice sharply across the shoulders and then again across Felice's nipples...this made Felice cover her face and try and muffle the sobbing.

"Felice is just upset because he knows, or really she knows that she can't kiss my breasts anymore." Sage said sweetly, as she stared into Manny's eyes, rubbing his chest with her long nails.

"Felice isn't a man anymore...just a poor little faggot boy, who will never, never get to kiss my beautiful breasts again. All Felice is good for is sucking the dicks of my lover-men. And Felice better do a good job of it, or she will be locked in a cage in the storage unit of this building every night this week."

This threat apparently worked on Felice, who got him or herself together and lunged his head over, taking Manny's dick in the lips painted and coated with garish red lipstick and Vaseline.

As Felice sucked, Sage necked hard with Manfred, who forgot time and space, until he finally came in Felice's mouth. Sage kept kissing Manny, and before he knew it he'd cum once again in the tranny's jaw, and then Sage absently kicked Felice away.

"Dick-breath, go get us some beer and chips" Sage said, turning her head to Felice, who staggered off to the kitchen on high heels.

Figgins tottered to the kitchen, weeping bitterly.

His penis was surging painfully against the Prince Albert piercing, and his mouth felt horrible. The combination of Vaseline, sticky lip gloss and Vaseline was making him quite ill, and in fact, he vomited quietly in the sink before washing his face. They wouldn't notice now.

When he'd come home from work, and Sage had informed him of her plans, Figgy had balked. He'd sucked off a couple of her pick-ups before, but the dorky owner of the building? Sage had smiled and waited while Figgins raged and objected, and then she'd quietly told him to undress.

Figgy had, protesting "This is not a disobedience issue. I am calling a boundary here. You can't punish me when I am renegotiating limits."

But Sage had locked his ankles together and his wrists behind his back, and then used Mister Bouncy on Figgy's butt for an hour and a half until, sobbing bitterly, Figgins had agreed to whatever she wanted. He'd suck off a stallion horse, if she liked.

And immediately Sage had calmed down, and become sweet and gentle again. She'd turned Figgins over, removed his chastity device and rubbed and tickled his penis for nearly four hours before he had to get ready for his "date".

The preparations had included extensive makeover work, and then she'd instructed Fig to practice deep-throating a cucumber...so when the idiot Manfred arrived, he'd be so good at it! To think Figgins had gone to the Rose Bowl as a quarterback for Purdue...

How had it gotten this far? Sage was so beautiful, and he'd been thrilled to have her as a girlfriend...but he'd had these fantasies, and when he'd first been dating Sage, at that time he was a grad student and she was in his seminar....

He was so happy with her...but he wanted these THINGS, and one night, he was crying in bed, and she pulled him to her substantial bosom and patted his head. "What's wrong, baby? What do you want from me?"

And when he confessed his desire to be spanked, she'd laughed. "Is that all?" But of course it wasn't. She'd seen his chastity websites, and the ball had started rolling. "It's easier this way, honey." Sage had said to Figgy. "I love you, but I need to date bad guys too, and it's the best of both worlds, your chastity thing."

He hadn't objected so much to being tied up and watching her fuck different guys from the closet...but this was getting a little out of hand, being forced to dress in drag and suck off an idiot like Manfred the Landlord.

And he still wouldn't be allowed to cum for TWELVE MORE DAYS!

In the living room, Manny had removed all his clothes at Sage's request, and then she'd asked him if he had the nerve to carry his clothes under his arm in a bundle and run back to his apartment.

"Naked?" Manny asked in horror. He was already erect again, and she was toying with his dick lovingly. Even having cum twice in five minutes, Manny was overcome with desire.

"Can't we make love, Sage?"

Sage slapped Manny's face hard. "Don't talk dirty, sweetheart" She immediately smiled. "I don't know you well enough for that kind of commitment." Inwardly, Sage smiled. She'd fucked one of Manny's Brazilian landscaping employees after "knowing" him for about seven minutes!

"I like tough, nervy men, Manfred." Sage said throatily.

"I like a guy who can take a little adversity, a little pain. A man who can dare to walk in the apartment building he owns, in his birthday suit, dammit. Can you take pain? I don't think so." Sage looked away, as if bored.

"Sure I can, Sage...really." Manfred was now a little dismayed at the way his little affair was turning out. He figured out who Felice" was and wondered if Sage and Figgins might be both a little mentally ill.

But it had been eight years since Manny had been laid, and at least three and a half since he'd even gone on a real date, and that was on Match.com.

She'd had a visible moustache, and looked like a school bus in a paisley dress. But Sage here was beautiful. He'd do anything for her.

"I want you to show me you have manliness, Manny!" Sage said cleverly. "Bring me that garden hose piece that I was hitting Felice with. Thank you, Now get across my knee."

Manfred was now quite nervous, but his dick was huge and stiff, and he laid across Sage's knee, and didn't even object when she grabbed his right arm, twisting it behind his back.

WHACK! T

By the fourth whack, Manny was crying and by the nineteenth, he was in shock. Finally though, Sage let him off her lap, and he cried in her arms, before finally walking out the door, naked with a bundle of clothes in his arms, and a red, welted butt to boot.

He would be perfect for Amory, with just a little bit of training. Manfred was spoiled and indecisive, and egotistical, and whipping his bare ass a few times would bring him into line.

She knew this, because his dick, even while running down the hall in shame to the scandalized view of an old hag in curlers carrying her laundry was stiff and hard. Real Hard.

Sage smiled as she accepted beer and chips from Figgins/Felice. It was so nice having obedient boys!
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