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We had left the restaurant after eating a small brunch this late morning. It was a pleasure to see my friend Candi from college again. She was looking lovely wearing a form fitting sweater and tight blue stretch pants with white runners. I could see she was wearing full underwear underneath, not the thong type. it was hard not to stare at her shapely behind every time she stood up. She was still on her “healthy” kick, which included drinking 6-8 full glasses of water a day. At brunch I watched her drink two full glasses of water and a cranberry juice, which is a mild diuretic! I paid the bill since it was my treat and we left in her car to drop me off at my house. Candi didn’t use the bathroom once during our time, and I don’t live very close either. It was now lunch time and traffic was much worse than earlier, it was crawling at a smails pace. Even as we we’re pulling away I could see that Candi looked unsure and uneasy about something… here’s what happened next as we were driving…
We’re at the park with Calliste, Trixie and Ryan and two of them are desperate to pee already. The girls are talking about dinner plans and they bet eachother that the first person to wet their pants has to buy everyones dinner tonight. Well no one wants to lose that, so Calliste and Trixie do their best to keep it all in. It’s even funner because they’re in a public park and there was a group of guys playing soccer checking them out. Calliste is pacing back & forth when all of a sudden her hot pee is splashing all over her shoes!! The other girls point and laugh but soon enough Trixie is totally pissing her blue jeans in public too!
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DELIVERY
I met Steve and Lisa online. Steve wanted to see his pretty wife dominated,
humiliated and used. Lisa wanted this perhaps even more than Steve, and chatted
passionately online while she sent him out of the room.
After some time, we agreed a meeting. I would take delivery of Lisa, who would
come to my house alone for an evening and stay overnight.
I instructed Steve to dress Lisa in black skirt, white blouse, black stockings
and suspenders, full white lacy panties, matching bra, and flat smart shoes. Her
pussy lips were to be shaved, but the rest of her bush was to be intact. We would
meet in a layby, where Lisa would be handed over to me, blindfolded, and I would
take her home alone. Steve would meet us there the following afternoon to take
her back. She was to bring an overnight bag with changes of clothes, make-up,
and so forth.
All went to plan. It was dark and rainy at the meeting place. Lisa was dressed
as instructed and blindfolded. Steve and I shook hands, he placed her bag in my
boot, and then he led Lisa out and sat her in my front seat. Steve pulled away.
Lisa looked calm and poised. Her pretty white face was sophisticated, almost
Parisian in its looks. Her small but poutingly full lips were set of with bright
red lipstick, her eyebrows beautifully shaped. Her thick black hair in an
expensively cut bob. I remained silent for a while, before giving Lisa her
instructions.
She was to call me Mark, unless I told her otherwise, or unless she thought that
the situation demanded it. She was to obey me at all times. I explained that my
domination was a form of love from me and from her husband. She would be hurt
and humiliated, but not injured. She knew many of my planned humiliations from
our previous conversations, and would therefore be expected to know how to act.
Other situations and punishments would be new to her. Her safe word was to be
‘Rowan’.
Finally, I instructed her to pull her panties down around her ankles and to put
her seat belt on. She gently lifted her bottom, pulled her delicate lace panties
to her knees and then to her ankles. We set off in the rain for the short drive
to my country house. Along the way I told her to start to finger her pussy, but
under her skirt, and not to expose herself. She obeyed quickly and silently. I
could hear the faint sound of her juices squelching above the rain. I asked her
to remove her finger and place it in my mouth. Again, she obeyed, and I tasted
the sweet honey of her slit.
‘Good girl Lisa, that’s lovely’ I said.
‘Thank you, Mark.’
Another 10 minutes passed in silence, and we arrived. Still blindfolded, I asked
Lisa to step out of the car and pull her panties back up. Then I led her to the
house, where the fire was keeping the room warm. I stood her in the middle of
the floor. I left Lisa alone while I fetched her case in through the back door,
into her bedroom, and then sat in the kitchen for quarter of an hour while I had
a drink and a smoke.
INSPECTION
I walked back into the front room; Lisa was standing, waiting patiently as I had
left her. I undid her blindfold from behind, turned her round, and sat on the
sofa so I could look at her standing in front of me.
‘Lisa, I’m going to inspect you now. Obey all my instructions. Please lift your
skirt up around your waist for me.’
She raised her black skirt, the silk lining slipping smoothly up over her
stockings and her milky thighs. Her white panties came into view, fitting snugly
over her pussy - I could see her mound covered tightly, with neat black hair
clearly visible through the lace above her pussy. Her tight white tummy looked
virginal between the top of her knickers and her suspender belt.
‘Turn round’.
Her arse looked tight and pert, covered snugly with expensive lace. I was
already looking forward to punishing and humiliating this superb slut.
‘Bend over.’
As Lisa bent forward, her buttocks pushed out against the material of her
panties.
‘Now stand up and face me again. Good girl. Please remove your skirt.’
Lisa undid her skirt, let it drop to her feet, and left it there. I ordered her
to fold and tidy it, and to add her blouse and shoes. She stepped out of her
shoes, undid her blouse, and folded all the items in a corner of the room. I had
her standing in her underwear, looking demure and gorgeous.
‘Lower your panties to just above your knees.’
As she placed her fingers in the elastic of her knickers, I had the fantastic
sight of her neat pussy being exposed, framed by her stocking tops, garters,
suspender belt and panties. I stood and had a closer look. I slapped her thigh
gently, and my captive willing slut quickly opened her legs, stretching her
panties slightly. I could see how neatly her labia were shaved, as well as the
exquisite tangle of black hair above - not too bushy, but enough of a nest to
look like a proper woman’s genetalia. I stroked her pussy lips with my fingers, and
explored her pubes. I pinched and tugged her labia, pulling them down and out
slightly. I had a glimpse of her tight pink slit, already glistening wet. I
walked behind her, and took each perfect buttock in my hands.
‘Bend over, Lisa.’
She bent, her plump little pussy lips poking out between her thighs. I slipped
my fingers between her cheeks, and eased my finger into her anus. She remained
impassive apart from a slight squirming against my fingers to help me reach
inside her. She was clean inside, but moist and easy to penetrate. I fingered
her up to my knuckle, twisting and turning gently. I asked her if she was
enjoying herself.
‘Yes, thank you Mark, I love having my arsehole filled. I want one in my pussy
too though.’
I slapped her bottom quickly, once.
‘You dirty slut. You must be grateful for what you get, and ask for more only if
prompted. Do you understand??’
‘Yes, sorry my master, thank you for fingering my arsehole. I am grateful to
offer my body for you to use as you want.’
‘Good girl Lisa, now tell me how it makes you feel?’
‘Oh, I feel so dirty and slutty bending over, my panties down, in my underwear,
having my master explore my arsehole.’
I withdrew my finger, and let myself smell a sexy muskiness on my finger.
COLLECTING THE WHIP
‘Now Lisa, it is nearly time for your first punishment. I am going to whip you,
but first you must collect the whip for me. I am going to give you a pair of
secateurs, and you will walk into my garden and cut yourself some fresh whips of
year-old willow branches from the trees next to the stream. Pick a variety of
thick and thin ones, but ensure they are all fresh and whippy, with good clean
lengths on them, no painful buds or knots.’
I handed her some Swedish secateurs, opened the door, switched the outside
floodlight on, and showed her where to walk.
‘Oh, and pull your panties up, you look ridiculous walking like that.’
Lisa did so, and walked across the lawn in her underwear. It was wet and
slippery out, and I enjoyed watching her stockinged feet squelch across the
muddy grass. She slipped a couple of times, and then had to negotiate a small
grassy bank to reach the stream. Edging her way gingerly down, she suddenly
slipped and sprawled down the slope on her side. She stood, adjusted her
knickers, which had ridden up in the slide, and tried to brush off the mud on
her hips, bottom and thighs. It was too wet, though, and she merely spread the
sticky mess around her white body and onto her underwear. She managed to pick
her way over to the willows, and cut a dozen or so whips. She made her way back
up the wet grassy bank, but slipped forward, covering herself in mud again, this
time on her bra, stomach and the front of her thighs. The secateurs and whips
went flying, and she had to crouch to pick them all up. She finally came back to
the door, stood on the step and held out the whips on her flat hands, eyes cast
down.
‘You filthy little girl, look at you! You can’t come in here covered in mud like
that. Round the back of the house, now!’
I walked quickly outside, and made Lisa, the dirty mud-slut, stand on the patio.
‘I’m sorry master, so very sorry…’
I attached the hosepipe to the outside tap, and unravelled it.
‘Stand straight and don’t move, while I clean you up’.
I turned the tap on, and adjusted the hose until it was spurting a strong jet of
cold water. I aimed it at Lisa, who immediately yelped with the shock of the
cold water.
‘Keep still!’
She tried hard to remain impassive, but as I played the water over her tits and
abdomen, she was obviously struggling, and started to shiver. I wet her all
over, until her bra, knickers and stockings were dripping wet, and became
see-through.
‘Turn round’.
She turned, and I continued to wash her off, water spraying off her back and
thighs.
‘Now bend over, and pull your panties down to your ankles’.
I was very keen with my sluts to keep them pulling their panties up and down.
Partly because I am a big underwear fetishist, and love my sluts in and out of
beautiful knickers. Also because they feel so much more exposed if they have to
pull their own underwear down, and this is accentuated if it is repeated
throughout their humiliations and punishments. ‘Panties’ is also such a porn
word and the use of it, particularly if they are forced
to say it themselves (’May I pull my panties down for you master, so that you
can play with me or punish me??’), accentuates the submissive sexual role.
As Lisa bent and exposed herself, I concentrated the jet of water on her arse,
washing any residual mud off.
‘Spread your buttocks with your hands, slut’.
As she obeyed, I walked closer and concentrated the spray right on her anus,
until the nozzle touched her little rosebud, spraying water out in a circle. I
moved the water down, repeated this with her vagina, and eased the end of the
hose inside her, so that the spraying ring of water gradually subsided, and I
could hear the water gush into her hole, only to dribble out down her
thighs. Lisa was now gasping with the shock of the cold, and shivering
uncontrollably. I had to support her round the waist to finish cleaning out her
pussy.
I stood her up, turned her round, and sprayed her hair and face with the hose,
before switching it off. Still supporting her, I told her to pull her panties
up. She was gasping in short breaths and still shaking. She barely managed to
pull her knickers back up, struggling to get up, and finding the soaking wet
lace hard to move up her legs and over her stockings. I pulled over a wooden
garden chair, and bent her over the back of it.
‘Ask me for a punishment, Lisa’.
‘Oh, *gasp* master, plea…please…please cane me with one of..of..the firm
whips that I cut for you to use on me.’
I stood to one side of her, resting a nice piece of red willow over her wet lacy
bottom. I waited, watching her shiver and hearing her panting. SMACK! The willow
landed on her lace panties, the supple wood slapping loudly. She squealed and
jumped.
‘Relax your buttocks, and stick them out a little more.’
She obeyed, and I landed 5 more strokes on her, each one making her squirm and
yelp. ‘Good girl, now 6 more on your skin please…’
She obediently pulled her panties to her knees, and I gave her two strokes on
her thighs, and four on her beautiful buttocks, watching as the dull marks from
the previous blows were intersected by fresh red welts, and as her buttock flesh
flattened and jiggled with each impact. I stroked her thighs and buttocks,
before giving her a few hand spanks, finally reaching to touch her pussy, which
was pleasingly agape and juicy. ‘I have one more punishment for now, Lisa, and
then you may warm up and dry off.’ I had her remove her panties completely and
spread her legs as wide as she could. Without warning I gave two whips upwards
between her thighs, one cracking into her left lip, the second splitting
her, landing right between her wet slit. She screamed and shook more than ever.
After a pause, I bid her stand up and turn around.
‘Thank you Mark, I deserved that. Thank you for cleaning me and punishing me.
I’m a little sore, may I relieve myself please?’
‘You may Lisa, good girl.’
She rubbed her bottom, and gingerly rubbed her pussy where there were two
painful raised welts appearing.
BATHING
‘Come inside with me Lisa’
I led her indoors, into the warmth of the house, and led her upstairs, to the
bathroom. I started to run hot water for her. As the steam filled the room, and
as the bath filled, I took Lisa and enveloped her in my arms. Her weight sagged
with physical relief. I nuzzled her into my chest, and spoke into her ear:
‘You’ve been a delight so far tonight, Lisa - you’re fantastically sexy, and you
take so much of my punishment and humiliation without questioning - much more
than any other wife I’ve had here… such a good obedient strong girl!’
‘Thank you Mark. Already it’s been beautiful’
‘Now take all that cold wet underwear off Lisa.’
As she stripped I took in how composed and beautiful she looked, her
sophisticated French conformation, the sight of her lovely white breasts, and
her lovely black bush, with wounded lips hanging down slightly.
‘You must bathe and get warm for the rest of the evening, Lisa - please take
your bath now.’
As she soaked in the tub in the middle of the room, I sat and watched her. After
ten minutes or so, I left her on her own. I told her where her room was, and
instructed her to take as much time as she wanted, and then to dress in clean
clothes and present herself downstairs in due course, when we would eat and
continue with her submission.
KITCHEN
I left Lisa, showered in my own bathroom, dressed, and started to prepare some
food in the kitchen - bread, cheese, salad and wine. I had a drink and a smoke
again, and mentally rehearsed my plans for Lisa.
After three quarters of an hour, she came into the kitchen, wearing another
fresh set of black stockings and suspenders, this time with black lace panties
and matching bra. She stopped in front of me, and pulled her bra cups down to
expose her breasts below her nipples. She then pulled her panties to halfway
down her thighs and spoke:
‘Mark, my dominant master - would you please punish my breasts for me?’
‘Certainly, Lisa.’
I picked up one of the smaller willow switches that she had harvested earlier,
and stood to one side of her.
‘How many strokes, Lisa?’
‘Six on each breast please, generous master’
Lisa’s tits were a lovely pert 36B, with perfect sized erect nipples. She stood
expectantly, and I swished the whip downwards and whipped her left beast just
above the nipple. She winced, and hopped form foot to foot slightly.
‘Ooaaw, thank you.’
I gave her five more whips, including some from below to the underside of her
breast, just above the lace of her bra.
I moved to Lisa’s right side, and on the way undid her bra clasp. I moved the
shoulder straps down and off her arms, and her bra fell to the floor.
‘Hands behind your head please, Lisa, and lean back slightly’
Her left breast was looking tender with a pattern of rising red welts, and the
right one was white and perfect in stark contrast. This time I whipped her from
the front of the breast, as her tit flesh, unconstrained by the bra, shook and
quivered with each blow. She was in obvious pain, but tolerated it well, showing
signs of discomfort without distracting me too much.
‘Thank you thank you Mark. With your permission I would like to bend over the
table for you to inspect my pussy and my bottom with my panties pulled down.’
‘Good girl, Lisa.’
As she assumed the submissive position, I admired how her shaven lips protruded
between her thighs, below her still marked buttocks. I ran my fingers over her
labia, and slipped a finger into her pink, wet little gash. I could not resist,
having felt the silky slippery tightness of her pussy, getting my erect cock out
and sliding it up inside her. She wriggled and squirmed to meet me. I dipped a
finger into a bowl of salad oil, and pushed it into her anus. Spoilt for choice,
and wanting to make her feel truly violated, I slipped out of her pussy and
started to penetrate her tight dark rosebud. My cock popped in, and I quickly
worked it deep inside her, keeping a good rhythm, and making Lisa gasp a little.
‘You may touch yourself if you wish to come, Lisa - as a reward for your
excellent behaviour so far.’
‘Oh thank you Mark’
I felt her push against me as she gave herself room to push her hand down
between her groin and the table, and soon I heard her and felt her start her
journey to orgasm. I kept fucking her anally, and soon she spasmed and came. She
slumped on the table as I quickened my strokes, slapping her cheeks as I got
closer and closer. I came delightfully strongly, shooting my spunk deep into her
bottom.
I withdrew, pleased that she was clean enough not to have to wipe myself off. I
kept her buttocks parted with my hands enjoying her red and slightly open anus
leaking a small amount of my come.
Pulling Lisa up from the table, dressed now in only stockings and suspenders, I
bid her replace her knickers, and to sit and the table to prepare to eat.
I couldn’t tire of watching this beautiful woman - another man’s wife, remember,
who had delivered her to me for sexual humiliation - putting on and taking off
her panties. Before we started our simple meal, I poured Lisa a glass of wine,
and played briefly with her freshly beaten breasts. I gently took one in each
hand, outlining each welt with a fingertip. Lisa winced slightly. I then started
to pinch and pull her nipples, until they were nicely stretched and erect. I
placed a clothes peg sideways on each one. The pincers of the sprung wooden pegs
were pinching her nipples into an oval shape.
Over food, I asked Lisa to tell me how she had found her experience so far,
instructing her to include coarse sexual language in her account.
‘Master - I was calm when you collected me, but very nervous inside. While we
have chatted online and spoken on the phone about much of what we have done, to
be suddenly in your presence, and handed over by my loving husband was
terrifying. You have certainly hurt me very much - the whip that split my pussy
open, for example, was agonising. You’ve done a very good job of making me feel
humiliated too - being ordered to dress and undress, and having to subject my
pussy for examination with my little white panties only half off.
‘But you’ve kept me safe too, I know that this is all about trust and love, and
that I am a willing and consensual submissive. You make me feel so very
beautiful and sexual, and loved, and powerful too. Strangely, I feel stronger
for being punished and submitting to you. My pussy feels so amazing; not just
wet, but electrifying me too. Of course, my breasts are so sore, and these pegs
are not just showing me up at the dinner table, but are also giving me a dull
ache that just intensifies my whole sexuality.’
‘You’re proving an excellent guest Lisa. I have had a number of men’s wives, and
a few single women too, staying with me to be dominated. So far you have
excelled them all, however. Certainly in beauty and sexuality, but also in your
willingness to obey, accept, and enjoy my instructions, and your equanimity,
your poise, your composure during the evening so far. I have much more for you
to do and have done to you. You have performed so brilliantly I am going to try
some new things out on you too. I am going to concentrate on your vagina
tonight, your sweet married little pussy. Remember your safe word Lisa, you may
need it later.’
STRETCHING
‘I hoped you enjoyed your meal. Please stand for me in the middle of the room,
and once more pull your exquisite little panties all the way down your legs.’
Lisa was fantastic in stockings and suspenders, pegged nipples, welt marks to
her pussy, tits and thighs, and knickers sitting helplessly at her ankles. I
knelt in front of her to play with her labia. Pulling and stretching them to the
side, I enjoyed glimpses of the glistening pink inside of her vagina.
‘What a lovely married little pussy I’m playing with, Lisa.’
I pulled them down vertically too, watching the shaved flesh stretch and
distort. Letting them almost snap back into shape, I used the flat of my hand to
slap her pussy several times, making her lips swell and redden a little more. I
kissed them, and parted her to let her feel my tongue inside her, and to taste
her fine gamey juices.
I stood and opened a drawer, pulling out some clips and weights. The clips were
metal, finished in chrome. A small screw on each tightened the pincers, which
ended in a flattened rounded nub. Hanging down from each clip was a short length
of chain which finished in a small carabiner.
Pulling Lisa’s left pussy lip down, I attached a clip, tightening it until her
flesh was tightly pinched. She stepped out of her knickers, and spread her
legs a little further to allow me easier access to her second piss-flap. I
attached the other clamp, and undid the carabiner on each. I added a large
teardrop-shaped lead weight to each one and closed them. The weights weighed ten
ounces each, and were effecting a substantial downward force on her already
tender and swollen lady bits. Where the clips were attached to her labia, her flesh
was particularly stretched and distended. Because the weights were large, they
kept the clips a distance apart, so her pussy was not only stretched but kept
gaping open too.
I jerked the weights down a couple of times, getting a low grunt from Lisa. The
longer I looked, the further her delicious little gash stretched. I rubbed her
lips around where the clips pinched her, and then slid a finger inside her pussy,
rubbing it around inside her, stimulating her G spot. Her twat got wetter and
wetter, until I could see pools of her pussy juice bubbling and pooling inside
her folds. I got my fingers wet, rubbed the stringy sap onto her lips, and then
turned her round to penetrate her anus once more with my finger. I eased myself
into her, working her muscled ring until she had relaxed enough to allow me to
insert a plug that kept her arsehole open.
Lisa now had pegs on her nipples, weights clamped to her pussy, and a plug that
exposed her bottom. She only had stockings and suspenders on, and looked serene
and relaxed. I took some digital photos of her, and took a little time to admire
her. Cruelly, I then got her to swing her hips in circles, moving the weights in
a figure of eight and creating extra force, distending her pussy lips even more.
Suddenly the plug popped out of her arse, and I felt obliged to punish her for
failing to concentrate enough. I slapped her bottom hard with my hand, and
grabbing the pegs on her tits, pulled her across the kitchen to the table, and
threw her face down, bending over the scrubbed pine. I unattached the weights
from her lip chains, and attached her clamps to chains which were hanging from
the underside of the table. Thus her lips were stretched tautly, so that she had
no room for any movement. I picked up a piece of bamboo, and stood to one side
of Lisa, and asked her:
‘How many strokes do you deserve for pushing out my plug from your loose and
slutty arse, girl?’
‘I think 6 are called for, Master - 6 to punish me for being so slack.’
I decided that Lisa needed a taste of a disciplinary caning, so I gave her a
hard stroke across the middle of her buttocks. She yelped in acute pain, and her
legs kicked up in the air in automatic response, making her labia pull up short
on the end of their chains. This led to another, louder shriek, which wasn’t
finished when I laid another stroke on her backside. She quickly realised that
the path of least resistance was to accept the strokes without jerking her sore
pussy on their restraints, and so the final four strokes on her arse made her,
for the first time, mingle cries of genuine pain with weeps and sobs.
Her arse was splayed out on the edge of the table, and she was whimpering
through her tears. I fetched some ice from the fridge and soothed the six fresh
red stripes with it. I was very turned on by the fierceness of the caning, and
once more undid my trousers, got my hard cock out, and pushed it into her pussy.
She was helpless to resist, and couldn’t even meet my thrusts. She just had to
take a good fucking passively.
With that Lisa started to moan and twitch as she approached orgasm. I felt her
contract, and reached round to release the pegs from her tits. As the blood
rushed back into her nipples, she screamed, and her pussy clamped onto my cock.
She came harder than I recall a woman coming before. I spurted my spunk into her
pussy, and leant on her while we both recovered.
I withdrew, and then unchained Lisa’s pussy before unscrewing her clamps and
setting her free for now. As she eased herself upright, a large drop of my
sticky semen dripped from her pussy onto the floor. She immediately got on all
fours and licked it from the wooden floor, before reaching her fingers inside
her vagina to smear some more onto her aching nipples.
RIDING
I took Lisa through to the sitting room, and lay her down in front of the fire.
I took my clothes off, and cuddled up behind her. I reached round, held her
closely in front of me and told her how much I loved her.
After a half hour or so of rest like this, I laid her on her front, and rubbed
soothing cream on her sore bottom, followed by the same on her pussy and then on
her front for her nipples.
‘I need you to change again for me my darling. You must dress fully again - so
put on your panties, skirt, bra and blouse. Then I have a special treat for you,
which is under that sheet over there.’
Lisa dressed for me, which was as beautiful to watch as when she undressed. It
was good to see her clothed again, providing a pleasant contrast to the sight of
her half naked.
I had her kneel on all fours on the carpet, and made her hitch her skirt up.
Then I pulled her panties down just below her pussy, and had her crawl round the
floor in circles. I urged her to go faster and faster, and every now and again
her skirt would ride down. I immediately lifted it again, with a riding crop I
found round on the mantelpiece. I sat on a chair and started to slap her bottom
with the crop every time she came round.
‘You have ridden beautifully for me, Lisa, like a demure little slut should.
Would you like to ride my pony now?’
Lisa knew exactly what I was talking about. We had discussed The Wooden Pony
many times, and I knew it excited her enormously.
‘Oh yes, yes please, I would love to ride it!’
I moved the contraption to the middle of the floor, and unveiled it. It was like
a trestle, made of wood, with the middle upright plank rounded at the sides, but
pointing up sharply in the middle - made out of two pieced of hardwood bevelled
and placed together to form an inverted V shape. The whole pony could be
adjusted and locked into position at different heights.
‘For the ride, you will need to remove just your panties and skirt, everything
else can stay on.’
She undid her skirt, and let it fall with an appetising rustle down her thighs
and stockings. She slid her panties down to her ankles, and stepped out of them.
Before I allowed her to mount the pony, I had Lisa raise herself on tiptoes,
stretching as far as she could, and measured the distance between the floor and
half way up her pussy.
I adjusted the pony to this exact height, and then set up a number of video
cameras on tripods, to capture what was about to happen from a variety of
angles. The frontal shot of her was fed live through my television set.
Finally, I went through to the kitchen and fetched a bottle of avocado oil, a
large brush, and a bowl. I poured oil into the bowl, dipped the brush into it,
and painted her pussy generously until it was shiny, glistening and dripping.
‘You may climb onto your pony now, Lisa. Remember that you may not dismount
before I give my permission, unless you use the safe word - in which case I will
call a taxi to take you home immediately. Nor may you use your arms or hands -
you must ride out using you legs alone.’
‘I understand, Master.’
Lisa climbed on, and stood on tiptoes, holding her tender pussy just above the
pony’s back. The narrow top just parted her lips, making them protrude sideways,
accentuating how red and swollen they were. A little pink was just visible
between her lips. The oil on her labia dripped a little onto the wood. After a
minute or so, Lisa’s legs started to tremble as she felt the burn from
maintaining a tiptoe stance for so long. Her hips started to move, until she had
to relieve her calves and ankles by putting her feet flat on the floor. This
meant her pussy sat on the pony’s back and the sharp ridge dug in, pushing her
oiled lips out and displaying the pink insides of her pussy and her hood, until
it was these glistening folds that were taking most of her weight.
This was bearable for only a short time until she had to raise herself on her
toes again - her gash was raised clear of the pony, and she had pleasing relief.
I was enjoying the sight of her stretching herself up as tall as she could
manage, her legs in stockings, her pussy exposed and glistening with oil, and her
blouse emphasising the nakedness of her pudenda.
Unfortunately for Lisa it only took half a minute or so before her toes and legs
were burning and shaking again, and she had to allow her pussy to take her
weight. Stuck in an unwinnable choice between keeping on her toes and allowing
her pussy to be painfully split by her own bodyweight, the transitions between
the two alternatives became quicker and quicker, until she was writhing and
squirming up and down in torment. This is where the expression ‘Riding The
Wooden Pony’ came from. The show was accompanied by some divine whimpering from
Lisa, who was starting to show sweat on her brow and through her blouse in the
small of her back. I gave her bottom a couple of swats with the crop to
encourage her before sitting to admire her riding technique, pouring a drink for
myself and lighting a cigar.
Lisa really was suffering badly, now crying in bursts, tears streaming down her
face. She was biting her lip, and her movements took on a new urgency and
desperation. I soon found out why.
With a superhuman effort, she raised her toes as high as she could, and as I was
admiring both the inside and outside of her pussy, a stream of piss exploded from
just above her gash, soaking the pony in a loud hissing gush, accompanied by a
loud series of moans from her mouth. She couldn’t stay upright for long of
course, and as her pussy met the pony, her piss sprayed out uncontrollably,
soaking the whole horse and splashing me. She raised herself once more as her
stream petered out into a few dribbles, and I finally took pity on my poor sex
slave and lifted her off the horse and onto a comfortable chair.
‘Good girl Lisa, you did excellently - I’m very pleased with you’
She was too exhausted to reply, but looked at me and smiled. I moved my tongue
into her pink slit, and switched between licking the inside her pussy hole and her
clitoris. Eventually she came, and fell asleep on the chair.
I left her alone for a while. Lisa had performed so much better than any other
wife I had received for training. There were some more humiliations for her, but
they would wait for now.
NIGHT I left Lisa to sleep for a while, before leading her dozily to lie in
front of the fire. I undressed her, taking particular pleasure in unhooking and
removing her stockings. I stretched her out, and getting a bowl of warm water,
soap, a flannel and a towel, I cleaned her up. Once I’d patted her dry, I rubbed
soothing cream into her breasts, her buttocks, her thighs and of course her
fantastic pussy lips.
I poured her a glass of a rich red wine, and chatted to her. She told me how the
wooden pony was exquisite pain on her pussy, and how exposed she felt seeing
herself writhing and squirming on the television screen. As we talked, she
gently rubbed her pussy lips, easing the soreness and pain away. As we continued,
and as I told her what a fantastic trainee slut she had been, and how impressed
I was with her diligence and her pain threshold, her fingers started to slip
between her lips, opening her pink slit and showing her clitoris. I undressed
and lay with her. She curled herself round, took my cock into her beautiful
little mouth, and scooped herself about so that her pussy was squatting above my
face, her fingers rubbing her pussy sensually. I pulled her down a little,
parted her cheeks and licked her tight little rosebud, before moving to her
pussy. I sucked her labia into my mouth, and bit and teased them until I came
down her throat. I lay back and watched Lisa masturbate to orgasm inches from my
face.
‘Are you ready for bed, Lisa? There’s plenty I have to do with you tomorrow
before I return you to your husband.’
‘I’m ready, sweet master, but there’s one thing I need to make me tired enough
to sleep.’
‘Oh yes..?’
‘I would like one more physical punishment before I retire, and I would very
much like to choose it.’ ‘What do you wish for, Lisa?’
She removed the leather belt from my trousers, and handed it to me. She stood
up, replaced her panties, and bent over the wooden pony.
‘Please Mark, pull my panties down again and spank my naughty bottom with your
belt.’
I ran my fingers up the inside of Lisa’s thighs, and felt up her buttocks. I
pushed my fingers into the elastic of her underwear and pulled her knickers to
her knees. I noticed the raised welts on her cheeks, and took my belt in my
hand.
‘How many?’
‘Twelve please, Master.’ ‘Very well- kindly keep count, and in an old school
gesture you must thank me for each one’
The first stroke lashed hard across her arse, making her jiggle from foot to
foot. She relaxed and then pushed her derriere out further.
‘One, thank you Mark’
We continued, her bottom getting redder and redder, each stroke making her dance
even more, and making her cry and wail louder and louder.
‘Two, thank you for punishing me.’ ‘Three, ooh by bottom stings, thank you’
‘Four, thank you’ ‘Five, agggghhhh, thank you, thank you, this is what I need,
owwww’ ‘Six, aieooow, thank you, thank you for making me do this’
After six I rubbed her cheeks and drew my fingers between her buttocks and then
into her gash. She was slippery and wet.
‘Seven, thank you master, you’re making my little pussy very sticky.’ ‘Eight,
thank you master, I can’t help myself’
With this I saw her hand reach between her legs, and her finger started to rub
her clit’
The next three strokes she forgot to count or thank me, and on twelve she came
loudly. After her orgasm subsided, I reminded her of her error and insisted she
take three more strokes, which would be either on her tits or on her pussy. She
could choose which.
‘Sorry master, I think I deserve more pussy torture.’
I had her lie on her back, panties off but dangling from one foot, holding her
legs apart with her hands round her calves. I stood above her head, and brought
my belt down to slap her right on her engorged mound.
Lisa gasped.
‘Ahh..ah..one, thank you Master.’
Another stroke landed crisply on her twat.
‘Twoooo! uh, uh, uh, uh, uh thank you.’
‘Pussy lips open for you final stroke, Lisa.’
She pulled her lips wide to show the wet pink folds of her vagina. She trembled
with anticipation. I gave her a good lash - perhaps 7 out of 10 - right across
and into her pussy. She shrieked and gasped, but needed a quick slap across her
tits with the very tip of the leather before she remembered to thank me.
‘Keep in that position until you’re told to move.’
I squatted to examine her pussy. Her lips were bright red and puffy, and on the
inside of one of her lips I could see a little laceration where the edge of my
belt had caught her, and she was bleeding slightly. I licked and sucked it, and
then applied pressure to the area with a cotton swab, until the bleeding
subsided.
I soon took her to bed, where she slept soundly, naked, next to me..
MORNING I woke at about 8, and told Lisa to lie in a little, and to be
downstairs, showered and dressed, for 10am. I told her there was a note in the
bathroom for her which she should read and obey.
I sat downstairs, had a cup of coffee and a smoke, and waited for Lisa while I
listened to the radio. I heard her showering and drying her hair, and so I
started to prepare breakfast.
She entered the kitchen looking superb in the black dress with black stockings
that I had left for her, and had instructed her, in the note, to wear.
I gave her orange juice, toast and coffee. Before we started I asked her if she
had followed all of my written instructions.
‘Yes master, all of them’
‘Then please eat your breakfast with your breasts showing for me Lisa.’
She pulled the front of her dress down, to show me - no bra - her breasts,
lightly shadowed on the insides and around the aureoles with pink blusher. Her
nipples were thickly daubed with bright red lipstick. The effect was stunning.
We ate in companiable silence, Lisa’s finely painted tits exposed throughout.
After we had finished, Lisa asked ‘Are you going to inspect me to ensure I’ve
done this properly?’
‘Very shortly, yes - but first of all, over my knee’
‘Lisa walked round the table, and as I pushed my chair back to make room, she
lowered herself face down over my lap.
I stroked her hair, and reached round to grope her tits.
Then I placed my hand in the small of her back, and lifted her dress to her
waist. Lisa had the most delightful white panties on: handmade, plain silk with
lace edges, fitting perfectly over her cheeks. She raised herself so that I
could pull them to her knees. I gave her a good old fashioned hand spanking,
feeling her buttocks on my palms as I reddened her already scarred bottom.
‘Your spanking has finished, Lisa.’
‘May I pull my panties back up then please, Mark?’
‘You may.’
Lisa stayed over my lap as she clumsily pulled her underwear back on, and then
stood in front of me.
‘Lisa, its time for your inspection - please go next door, undress completely,
and position yourself so that I may examine you.’
She walked through the door, where the fire was already lit. I smoked another
cigarette before going through.
She was lying naked on the coffee table, face up, legs wide open.
As instructed in my note, she had shaved her pussy bare. And to match her
breasts, her mound was dusted with blush while her labia were painted with
scarlet lipstick. I knelt between her legs, and opened her lips to watch the
pink insides complement the red lips. I ran my finger over her, smearing the
make-up and getting lipstick on my finger. I pulled her forward so she was off
the edge of the table, and pushing her up by her legs, I exposed her rosebud.
Daubing it with my fingertips, I painted that red, too.
I spent a little time fingering her pussy and her anus. After that I sat and had
her walk round slowly for me - naked except for her paint.
A quarter of an hour later, I bade her lie on he floor, legs open and facing me,
and commanded her to masturbate to orgasm. I instructed her to not only rub her
clitoris, but to make sure I saw her fingering her pussy. She gave an excellent
show - she was smearing her make-up pleasingly, her vagina was making lovely wet
squelching noises, and as her anus started to constrict, I knew she was about to
come.
‘Good girl - be as loud as you can now!’ I cheered from the sidelines,
encouragingly.
She gave a superb performance, loud guttural moans interspersed with high
pitched shrieks.
‘Oh yes, yesss - nearly there..cumming, UH UHHH UHHHH CUMMMING!’
Once she’d finished, she looked fantastic, her pussy completely messy with
lipstick.
OUTSIDE ‘Put your dress on Lisa, and some shoes - we’re going for a short walk.’
Lisa started to replace her stockings and panties, but I told her that this
once, she wouldn’t be needing them.
It was a frosty morning, so I lent Lisa a warm fleece and some riding boots to
wear. We walked round a couple of fields, and came to a large oak tree where I
told her to stop, and to remove her coat.
‘Now bend over, leaning against the tree, and raise your dress.’
As Lisa complied, I took my riding crop and caressed her thighs and pussy with
it, her pussy still coarsely lipsticked. I gave her six short hard whips with the
crop, bringing pleasing reddening to her cold bottom. Lisa opened her legs, to
invite me to crop her pussy - but I declined.I asked Lisa to clean the piss and
lipstick from herself in the stream. I produced a flannel and soap from my pocket.
She walked in to the shallow rocky stream in her boots, squatted and raised her
dress. She looked lost in concentration as she bathed and soaped her slit in
cold water. To rinse, she carefully lowered her pussy to the water and let the
stream clean her. She stood, skirt still hiked up, and showed me. I could see
her cleanly shaven vagina for the first time without the make up, still dripping
with stream water. I nodded my approval and she walked back to the house with
me.
‘Now, my sweet, its nearly time to return you to your husband. Before I do, I
must give you your goodbye whipping and fucking.’
I untied her and had her stand in front of me.
‘Ask me, darling submissive slut.’
‘Please, Mark, may I have my breasts punished?’
She arched her back and yanked her bra down so her breasts were supported and
sticking up. I removed my clothes, and picked up my riding crop. I placed 3
strokes on each of Lisa’s tits, and as I did so she yelped, hopped around a
little, but thanked me for each. My cock was erect, and I couldn’t help but rub
it as I marked her once more.
‘Master, please give my little bottom some more punishment.’
She bent over and spread her legs.
‘I have no desire to see your vagina you little whore, close your legs and try
to keep your modesty!”
With this I slapped the crop onto her pussy, leaving it even more red and
swollen. She cried out again and closed her legs. I gave her 12 hard strikes,
which she again thanked me for, but which clearly pushed her to her limit.
Weeping now, she sobbed:
‘Please forgive me for presenting my filthy pussy to you. If it pleases you, it
would help me if you would mark my vagina again with your crop, to help me
understand how wrong I’ve been.’
I paused and stroked my cock a little more. I nodded, and Lisa lay once more on
the table, on her back, the cushions presenting her quim to me.
Lisa made eye contact with me and whimpered again her desire to feel her pussy
whipped.
I squatted over her face and asked her to take my balls in her mouth. Then I
placed the end of the crop on Lisa’s pussy, leaving it there for a long time. She
trembled with the anticipation, and then I slapped her mons with a hard slap.
She gasped, but was careful not to hurt me. She licked my balls instead, which
made me slap her again, on one side of her pussy, and as she licked more
furiously, I cropped the other side, and then again and again - down the centre
of her slit, on her thighs, her tummy, and more on her twat. The more I struck
her the more she licked, the more she licked the more passion I put into my
strokes. After about 30 or 40 crops, I raised off her slowly. Only then did she
cry out, and I saw how her face ran with tears.
I moved to the end of the table to examine her. Her poor married pussy was
distended and red.
‘I slapped her pussy some more with my cock, and then slowly penetrated her,
watching her slit widen and her lips protrude as I filled her. She moaned
loudly: I withdrew and ordered her on the floor. She quickly lay on the floor,
legs held open by her hands:
‘Please fuck me Master. Please fuck my pussy, it hurts so much but it needs your
masterful spunk inside it to help. Fuck me and hurt me!’
I lay on her and entered her, fucking furiously. My whole weight was on her, and
as we fucked we kissed passionately, tongue into tongue. She came in an animal
frenzy, tensing, bucking and screaming and grunting. I pulled out of her, and
immediately lifted her head by her bob of dark hair to plunge my cock into her
mouth.
‘Clean your pussy juices off my cock, you dirty little slut.”
I fucked her mouth hard, forcing the head of my cock down her throat. I withdrew
suddenly and told her:
‘It’s time to leave, my love. I have packed your bags, they are in the car. Go
upstairs and dress in the clothes I have prepared for you.’
GOODBYE
While Lisa was dressing, I sat at my old fashioned manual typewriter and wrote a
note for Lisa’a husband.
‘Dear Steve. Thank you for giving me Lisa for the night. She has been an
excellent submissive. She has shown obedience and eroticism in the face of
extreme pain and humiliation. On inspection, you will see there are an
imaginative array of marks on her body. Lisa will, if asked, give you a full
account of how they came about. I have, needless to say, enjoyed her sexually in
every orifice, once in her mouth, earlier today, and once vaginally. Should you
wish to have sexual relations with Lisa, please observe the following rules:
1. You may have oral sex with her, either way, at your will. She will consent
readily - if not, you may force her to submit. 2. You may penetrate her vagina only
with my consent. You must ring me or text me for permission each time.
3. Her anus is out of bounds. It belongs
to me and is for my use only. You must not fuck her anally, nor play or
penetrate her with tongue, fingers or implements. As for punishment, you may
administer spankings and whippings to her buttocks, but not to her breasts or
her vagina. These punishments are solely for me. Thank you once again for the
use of your beautiful wife. I will be making arrangements with you soon to
continue my use of her. Best wishes. Mark’
I rolled the sheet of paper, folded it, and rolled it into a cylinder. I placed
this into a small plastic bag, with a piece of short blue string attached.
When Lisa arrived downstairs ready to depart, I ordered her to sit on an upright
chair. She was dressed almost exactly as she arrived, with one difference.
‘Pull your panties down for me please Lisa.’
Lisa did as I instructed, to reveal a pair of opaque nylon knickers, with a
slight frill around the leg openings, in a fetching pink.
I pushed her legs apart, opened her labia, and carefully inserted the note to
Steve, leaving the blue string hanging out.
‘Pull your panties up Lisa, its time to leave.’
Once in the car, I asked her to pull them down to her ankles again.
We arrived in the layby about an hour before I’d asked Steve to come and collect
her.
‘Follow me Lisa, but knickers up again, please.’
I hauled her case out of the car, and scrambled through the bushes at the side
of the layby. Lisa followed me, slipping a little, and getting scratched by
twigs and thorns.
We were in a field on the other side of the hedge. I opened Lisa’s case, and
removed some black stockings and a pair of soiled knickers. I made her kneel in
the mud at my feet. I got my cock out, and asked her to suck me to hardness. She
did so, and I proceeded to wank myself off over her face, covering her in a huge
mess of sticky cum. I left it dripping off her, and made her lean against a tree
trunk. I tied her ankles and wrists to the tree with her stockings. I lifted her
skirt, securing it with a safety pin so that it remained hitched up, displaying
her frilly pink panties. These I pulled down slightly, leaving them at a rakish
angle at the top of her thighs, partly exposing her pussy. I leant over to kiss
Lisa, and we snogged with a great intensity.
‘I love you Lisa. I will look after you for the rest of your life. You are the
love of my life.’
‘I love you too Mark. Thank you so much for everything you have done. I wait
only to see you again.’
We kissed again briefly. I pushed her soiled panties half into her mouth, and
carefully pulled the blue string attached to my note so that it was clearly
visible to Steve.
I returned to my car and drove away. 90 minutes later I sent Steve a text
message telling him where to find his wife.
FIN
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When these two elegant women ordered a glass of piss from the waiter, he went ahead with the crazy idea out of sheer curiosity. It turned out they really wanted some unique customer service, and they immediately ravage his hard cock with their mouths while pouring his piss onto him. However, that wasn’t enough for these women, and the whole trio takes turns pissing on each other while fucking and sucking.
"Take off all your clothes and and lie on the massage table face down, I'll be right back when you're ready," she said, dressed in a pair of short shorts and a tank top. Watching her beautiful legs as she waked out of the room send my blood rushing to my already aroused cock. The idea of lying completly naked in front of her also excited me as I took off my clothes and wondered what she would think of the hairless cock and balls that I had shaved before coming over. She had a half sheet folded on the table that she said I was to use to cover myself, but I chose to lie on up of it instead, positioning my cock so that the head was exposed between my ass cheeks. She didn't say anything when she came back, and she proceeded to start to massage my back. Her hands on my body were very sensuous and I could feel my cock under me beginning to swell. After massaging my legs, she worked her way up to my ass. She caressed each cheek in a way that made me wonder if this was just her usual massage style or if she were getting off on it. Then she ran her hand along my inner thigh, and a chill ran through my body as she brushed her hand against my swelling cockhead. She continued massaging me, moving up to my neck and shoulders. Finally she told me to turn over. She placed a cloth over one leg and my cock and began massaging my chest. "Do you think it's warm in here?" she asked. Before I could answer, she began to remove her tank top, revealing a black satin bra that exposed the deep cleavage of her large breasts. My cock sarted to stiffen at the sight. When she dropped her pants, my erection at seeing her black satin panties caused my penis to escape from under the cloth. She made no effort to replace it. She walked around the table to my head and began to massage my chest. As she leaned over me, her breasts were inches from my face. Then she reached farther and her breast rubbed against my mouth. I couldn't help myself and I kissed her tit. I had expected that she would object, but she only pressed herself against me closer and rubbed my shaved pubic area. By now I had a raging hard on that I know she couldn't miss. I was hoping that something would get started when she told me to turn back over on my stomach. I had positioned myself so that my head was almost on the edge of the table. She was still at my head when she again began to massage my shoulders and arms, pulling them forward so they were hanging over the top edge. She moved closer and I could feel her abdomen pessing against the top of my head. The smell of her body combined with the feel of her hands on me was overwhelming. I reached out with my arms and encircled her waist. I pulled her closer to me as I lifted my head and pressed my lips against her crotch. She didn't pull away as I had expected she might. Intead, she pressed closer. I took a chance and put my thumbs in the elastic of her panties and pulled them down so that I could put my tongue in her cunt. I was delighted to discover that she too had shaved her genitals. My hungry mouth found her slit and my tongue sought out her clit. I could tell that she was aroused my the delicous moisture that dripped from her. With my mouth still on her cunt, I reached up to undo her bra but she had beaten me to it. Instead of satin, I found myself caressing her ample breasts, her nipples stiffening as I roll them between by fingers. I release my grip on her and roll over on my back, pushing myself forward so that my head is completely off the table and in the perfect position to for my lips to suck her clit while my tomgue explores her vaginia. My hands reach up to continue caressing her breasts. Of course, in this position my upstanding hard on is exposed to her as well, although she can't reach it without moving off my mouth. Now she is moaning and pumping her hips into me as I reach down with one hand and begin to stroke my cock. It throbs in my hand as I gently rub my cockhead. I pace myself so as not to cum when she begins to have an orgasm in my mouth. She shivers and shakes as her breathing becomes harder and than finally with an explosive sign, she cums. "Oh, shit," she says. "Now I've got to pee." "So, go ahead," I answer, with my mouth still between her legs. Starts tentatively and then began to piss hard, filling my mouth. I try to drink it all, but her delicous warm juice is coming too fast and my mouth overflows. It's pungent smell and and warm taste are driving me wild and my hand on my cock begins to move faster. "No fair," she whispers as her flows decreases to a dribble. "Don't cum without me." She walks over to the side of the table and gets up on it, stradling me with her cunt over my stiffened member. Taking my hand from my cock, she begins to rub in on her still dripping cunt lips. When I think I can't take it anymore, she settles down on me and begins to stoke my cock with her cunt. She leans forward and I catch one of her heaving breasts in my mouth, flicking my tongue on her stiffened nipple. By now, I am out of my mind with the pleasure radiating from my hard on. I began to feel her cunt tighten on me and I know she is going to cum again. She begins to ride me faster and faster until she climaxes with a shutter. Just then, I my ass tightens and my cock explodes, shooting my cum deep into her. As she relaxes and collapses on me, I know that this won't be the last massage I get from her. Autor: Mark
