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(Helen Havens)

Stormy Weather

He took one hand off the steering wheel and began to stroke my hair. His touch was gentle, his confidence was reassuring and the way he stroked my hair caused me to relax.



Then his hand followed slowly down my spine until it reached the small of my back where it stayed. I was getting all tingly inside. Then his hand moved further down. My wide ample buttocks filling my pants began to get tense. "My god! It felt so good." His hand went to one hip then across to the other. He seemed to take pleasure in feeling the curvatures of my ass and hips.



My breathing began to get heavier and heavier. Then his fingers began to find their way between my thighs and moved higher up to the crack of my already hotter ass. God! I wanted him! I knew right there and then that I would do anything this man wanted!



Then his hand moved back up to the top of my pants and he edged their way inside.



"Unbutton your pants and pull them down." he said.



I looked up at him and saw the raw desire in his eyes. For the first time he looked at me with a desire in his eyes.



Without questioning him, I did as was told. I put my hands around to the front side of my waist, unbuttoned them and pulled them down to my knees. The only thing covering my exposed ass were my small black panties.



I could feel his eyes on me.



"Now your panties."



I put my thumbs around the elastic that were barely holding them in place and inched them down to where they also met my knees.



"Are you ready to learn about submission and discipline?" he asked.





College Menage

"He knows of our agreement and had hoped to make one of his own." Derek suspected I had confided in Kyle since he'd already known when I had approached Derek with the idea of bringing someone along. Derek told Kyle to seek my approval but not to mention their short meeting, explaining he'd come to care for me but refused to go behind my back. Which was close enough to the real story anyway. 



Derek shivered as my hand began working its way down again to play with his emptied ball sack. Derek was very glad he'd sent Kyle to me. Now he had this, plus a request from myself and Kyle, if I agreed of course.



"Kyle knows the gist of it?" I nodded my response. "How does Kyle feel about all of this? He asked. "But more importantly how do you feel about it?" Derek would enjoy Kyle's occasional visits for sure, but he lived with me and my opinion really mattered if he were going to pull this off. Derek and I were friends of course, but I knew Derek had thought more about it than I had, and more importantly we were room-mates of a kind and things like rent and bills could get expensive after all.



"Kyle understands and I think he would agree to it quickly for the time being. However, I think he just wants to get in and wants to find someone who can get him in thereafter. Kyle would honor his part of the agreement until he didn't need you any longer." My tone had a hint of something that was seething inside me. Derek didn't know whether it was the thought of sharing me or my sheer calculating character. Derek would be surprised by the later because I myself had come forward with the idea. Even though we agreed to have me shared it happened very rarely. I hadn't even mentioned it in quite a long time and he had noticed. "As for how I feel about it all? Well, I think Kyle's a little naive to think he'll find somebody that would let him in quickly but that's his prerogative. In any case it'll be nice to have someone else I know around from time to time to chat with." Maybe a little of both.



"You two should get together and talk about it at some point." My wide eyes narrowed in to match my devious grin. Derek fell right into my trap, or so I had thought at the time. 



Kyle's head peeked in from around the doorway of my room. Derek's surprise was only partly hidden, Kyle had been there the whole time waiting since before we arrived together. "You heard, e-e-everything dear?" A devilish grin split my face as I nodded, staring eagerly at Derek's lap. "Do you understand some of what I may ask of you? I can ask anything. You can always say 'no' if something makes you feel uncomfortable of course. But you do know that you're agreeing to do at least some things. If this is too much you speak now or forever hold your peace as the preacher says."





Chastity Belt

"Now it's time for you to do a little work," he smiled looking down at me. He took a vicious looking black leather riding crop and, raised it up over his head, then quickly brought it whipping down hard on the floor beside him, so that I could hear the 'thwacking!' sound for maximum effect, saying, "This is where my fun is really going to begin."



"When I tell you to, I want you to reach down and put your fingers to your cunt and start masturbating. Make sure you keep that ass nice and high with those legs spread wide enough so I could see you," he said, "you'll rub your cunt only as I direct you to. It'll be a go ... stop ... go ... stop rhythm. Also, I'm going to warn you right now, if you cum before I give you permission, you'll receive seventeen strokes from my nice crop here on your bare ass as punishment for your deed and lack of self-control. Oh, by the way, in case you're not sure. It's definitely going to hurt, a lot. It'll be the same every Saturday too." It was becoming abundantly clear, that this wasn't going to be a pleasurable session for me. Even if I was going to have some relief, I was certainly going to pay for it with suffering. Also, if I didn't do exactly as he had instructed, I would be made to suffer even more.



"Well, well now," he snarled, "I think I'm ready". There he stood in his skin-tight black leather Master attire before me, his thick, muscular legs apart, strong yet capable hands clutching his rider's crop. But he couldn't have looked more adoring. Nor more menacing. I was without doubt under his domination. "Get your ass up higher and don't you forget my instructions."



"No...no Master.... I wo... "This particular bench I was on was obviously custom made to order. It was a highly varnished hardwood crossed a black leather bolster attached. The bolster was made in such a way so that it could slide up and under my hips where it could be adjusted and secured into place. My bare ass was now offered up to him and presented properly for my chastisement. Velcro straps were then used to secure my arms at the wrists and elbows so that I was leaning on them for support with my body at a perfect forty five degree angle. Then my knees and ankles were secured in two other Velcro straps and could also be adjusted for width where he wanted them. This placed my thighs in a slightly spread position that parted my shivering ass cheeks and exposed everything in between for him to see. 



"Now, now, that's a lot better. You'll now move your fingers down to your crotch and up to your twat and gently start masturbating now."



My fingers moved down over the black leather upholstery below me. But my desire to buck my hips vigorously and relieve the burning lust of my pussy was controlled. I could basically only use my fingers while mindfully keeping my pussy in full view. If I attempted to use my thighs for more pressure or close my ass cheeks in any way, I would be swiftly punished. I tried to take my eyes away from his hot body, his incredibly chiseled torso, his nice rounded hard ass and the bulge that was forming which clearly showed through the skin of his tight leather pants. 



"Look at me," he shouted. I looked up into his eyes again. Oh my god, how long is he going to keep me in this state sexual suspense and anticipation? Clearly, I wouldn't be able to control myself indefinitely in the suspense. He must have known that because my hips started to move slowly. 



"Faster... now!" he shouted.



"But....P-Please ... Master ... I ..."