It was your teeth that kept grazing across your bottom lip, the occasional furtive glance and the way you kept shifting your thighs against each other that gave you away and drew my attention.

The train was packed, but you’d managed to snare a seat for the hour long ride into the city.
I was left standing, one hand holding onto the strap hanging down to steady myself against the rocking and bumps, my only consolation that it let me look over your shoulder.

You were staring intently at your tablet, my curiosity piqued my eyes skimmed over the page.

Ana …. Holy shit …. Hand …. SMACK

Inwardly I groaned as recognition dawned, but I watched as your hand slipped inside your jacket, cautiously checking that the other commuters were safely ensconced in their broadsheets and magazines.
Your hand tracing a path up the material of your blouse, rising over the mound of your breast.
Thumb and forefinger closing on your bra clad nipple as you continue to read.

Your lips part as you gasp silently as the pressure increases, your whole body still as you squeeze tighter and tighter.

I can feel my cock stirring in my pants as you continue to pinch and release as you read.

The opportunity is too good to resist, I lean down whispering in your ear.

“Enjoying yourself?”

You whip your head around in shock at the sound of my voice so close to you.
Your hand jerking down quickly from your breast.

“What did you say?” You demand

“I asked if you were enjoying your e-book compared to a real book? What are you reading by the way?” I respond casually, my voice low so only you will hear.

“That isn’t what you asked..” you reply archly

“We both know what I asked and you haven’t given me an answer, to any of them…” A small grin playing across my face as you get that dear in headlights look.
But it quickly passes.
“Its none of your business..” you retort.

As I interrupt. “But you are going to tell me..”

“And why would I do that?” You ask archly

I lean close, lowering my voice.
“Because you enjoy pain as much as pleasure despite how much you want to deny it.
Because reading those words overcame your moral qualms and decorum.
Because you can only imagine what it feels like to submit”

“Oh and you’ve figured all this out how?” You stubbornly respond.

“I’m not the one reading tawdry filth on a packed commuter train and pinching my nipples in full view and getting off on it.”

My words struck you like a blow, you thought no one had seen, you’d checked but somehow I’d seen and that knowledge made you blush and squirm in your seat.

I watch the emotions roll across your features, fear, guilt , arousal I’m not sure if your going to fight or flee.

Your voice is quiet when you finally respond “What are you going to do?”
Looking ever so much like a schoolgirl being scolded.

“I’m going to give you something, its something I think you need, something you want, something that will take you all the way down the rabbit hole.” I whispered in a cryptic fashion.

I slid a business card from my pocket, black with scarlett embossed lettering, a single address to a tumblr blog.

“Try reading something that will do more than just scrape the surface, I’ll wait at the top of the stairs for the 6.20 train tonight if you enjoy what you find and want to explore further.”

You lick your lips nervously as you take the offered card and I slip into the crowd moving to the door as the train halts at the platform.

You hadn’t even noticed it slowing.

…

You looked nervous as you climbed the stairs, unsteady in your tall heels, your hand gripping the rail tightly.

Your steps falter as you meet my eyes, before hurriedly moving as the press of commuters catches up with you.

You pull up close to me, dropping your gaze to your feet.
“I looked it up, its so much more… So hot, it made me so wet , I nearly …” Your sentance trailing off as someone brushes past your shoulder.

“You nearly what?” I ask

You raise your head, but your eyes avoid mine, you lean close, whispering in my ear.
“I nearly came, I’ve never wanted it like that before. “

“So what do you want now?” I whisper back

“I want more, I don’t want to just read it, I want to feel it. ” your voice quiet yet firm.

“Fuck, what am I saying? What am I doing? I don’t know you, I don’t even known your name?” The words tumble out as panic takes hold of you, all your fear and insecurity taking root.

“Its all right, you can call me Sir. Those words you read are mine, did you like the way they made you feel? ” I reply reassuringly

“Yes, ” you reply grudgingly

“And do you want to feel it?”

“Yes” you reply breathlessly

“Then go back down the stairs to the restroom, you’ve got 3 minutes till the train arrives.
If you want to feel what you read, come back to me without your bra and panties… If not, all you need to do is walk away.” I offered

Consternation filled your face, glancing at the platform clock you took one step towards the stairs, looking back over your shoulder..
“You wrote those?” You left the question hanging
“Yes” I replied simply

“And you really do those things?”

“Yes”

“And you can make me feel it, like those women in your stories?”

“I can’t make you feel anything, but I can open that door to the deviant part of you, but you need to step through.
What you feel is yours to explore and experience, I can only help you find what you need.”

You bit your lip as you turned and practically fell down the stairs, barely catching yourself before disappearing from view.

I hear the rumble as the train pulls up to the platform, your time is up.
I glance back at the stairs but you aren’t there.

Resignedly I join the press to enter the carriage, just as I pass between the doors something warm, moist and lacy presses against my hand.
I glance back over my shoulder
“I didn’t think you were coming”

“Neither did I, but I couldn’t get your words out of my head.”

The carriage is full, you press up against me as the door closes behind you.
You gasp as my hand slips inside your jacket, my eyes fixed on yours as my fingers trace a path up the cotton, past the ruffles over the roundness of your breast, settling on the firm bud of your nipple.
Your lips part as I squeeze, gently at first, gradually increasing the pressure till you whimper the rest of your body quivering, trying to escape.

“Good girl” I murmur as I release my grip, relief flooding your face.
“Thank-you Sir, that’s what I’m supposed to say isn’t it?” You ask quietly our conversation lost in the hum and clack of the train.

“Only if you mean it” my reply leaves you looking perplexed.
“But I thought, I read..” you start

“Forget what you think, do what you feel. I’ll know you’ll mean it when you say it next.” I reply softly.

You nod slowly, still unsure.

As the train pulls up at the next station about half the carriage gets off.
I spy an unoccupied set of seats at the end of carriage, facing away from the rest of the passengers.
I quickly lead you by the hand, occupying it as the chime for the doors to close sound.

As we sit I follow your gaze down to my erection outlined in the thin material of my suit pants.

“You want it don’t you?” I ask teasingly

“Yes” you breathe

“Say it” I command my voice low

You look around furtively, but there’s a glint in your eye.
“I want your cock.” You voice low and sultry.

” You can have it…..” Your eyes flashing as you listen
“But you need to unbutton your blouse, you need to pull your skirt up to expose your cunt, then we’ll see if you deserve my cock.”
You breathing slows coming more ragged as your eyes widen as you take in my words.

You bite your lip, looking over your shoulder once more as your fingers fumble with the top button.

One by one , a thin strip of flesh opening between material, your hands hanging loose after the last.

Your eyes are wide as my hand trails up, fingertips sliding against your soft skin.
Stopping just short of your breasts, I push the material to the side, baring first one, then the other breast.
Your breathing deeply, hard nipples standing out proud, your pale skin contrasting with your dark jacket lying open to each side.

I look pointedly down, your fingers trembling as they grasp the hem, drawing it up.
The lace top of your stockings coming into view as your raise yourself up, sliding the material up baring your soft thighs beneath.

You gasp softly as my fingers pull on your knees, you legs parting to expose your cunt.

Pale pink lips swollen and wet with your arousal.
You moan softly, pressing forward as I slip my finger between the soft folds, sliding easily against your moist flesh.
Your body quivers as my finger tip circles your opening.
Your hips rising, urging me inside.

“Patience, you’ll get what you need but not until I’m ready to give it to you” I whisper harshly in your ear.
You whimper as I remove my finger.

“We’ve still got three more stations left to bypass before the next stop.
Your going to squat in front on me with your tits out and your cunt showing.
I’m going to give you my cock, you’re going to take it in your mouth and you’re going to lose an item of clothing for each station until I cum. “
As you listen, your hips grind back and forth the damp patch on the seat growing beneath you.

You eyes latch onto my cock as I slide the zipper down, the head and shaft standing out sharply against my dark suit.

You stare at it, tongue flicking between your lips as you crouch in front of me, checking your jacket, blouse and skirt to ensure your breasts and cunt are on display for me.

You look up sharply as I speak.
“That was the first station, lose the jacket.”

Looking startled you quickly slip the jacket from your shoulders.
Grabbing at my cock and closing your lips over it.

Your mouth is soft, warm and wet. It feels fantastic as you enclose the head of my cock.
Sinking down over the shaft, taking me further and further inside.
You start to gag as I reach your throat, my hands grasp your hair, forcing you further down.
Your throat tight around the head as your lips press against the base of my cock.
I release you as you start to choke.

You meet my eyes, with tears in the corner of yours.
” Second station, your blouse”
Shock crossing your face at the indifference in my tone.

You strip it from your back and arms, your pale skin bare as I take it from you.

Your mouth once more slides over the head of my cock, till your lips contact your hand encircling the shaft.
You stroke your hand and head in unison, I can feel my orgasm building as you quickly increase the rhythm.

“Third station, take off your skirt”

My words are harsh, slightly breathless from the attention you’re giving my cock.

You surprise me however, not stopping, only slipping your hand down, shifting to your knees as my cock fills your mouth.
Sliding your skirt down over your arse, then sliding it under your knees one at a time, slipping it back and offering it to me as your head bobs up and down on my cock.

Looking down on your now mostly naked body, I can’t help but groan as your hand slips inside my fly, fingers cupping and stroking my balls.

It takes me over the edge, my hands tangling in your hair as my cum spurts forth, filling your mouth.
You swallow, continuing to stroke your lips up and down till I’m spent.

As your head rises from my cock our eyes meet.
” Stick your fingers in your cunt, if you can cum before we reach the station I”ll put your jacket back on, then you can come home with me.
If we get there first…”

I let my voice trail off as your eyes widen.

You quickly spread your knees, leaning back you moan as your middle and ring fingers eagerly slide inside your wet cunt.

You start to pant, breath coming in short gasps as your fingers drive in and out of your cunt while your eyes are fixed on mine.

Your body tenses and you start to whimper as you hear my voice.
“We’re nearly there, cum for me little girl.”

Your relief is palpable as you let g, your body shaking, muscles convulsing as wave of pleasure wrack your naked body.
Your lips closed tight in an effort to be quiet as your moans start to subside.

I settle your jacket over your shoulders as we pull into the station. Covering your nakedness but not leaving much to the imagination.

Our eyes meet and your lips part.

“Thank you Sir. Can you show me some more?”

You wanted me to see you, wanted to be caught in the act, wanted me to understand why you blush when we walk into the stationary shop.

As I entered the lounge room your notebook was sitting on the coffee table, your eyes transfixed on the auto scrolling text.
Your lips parted, soft gasps and whimpers leaving them as one finger moves in slow circles just above your clit.

But its what’s in your other hand that draws my attention.

A plain old black and chrome bulldog clip.

I see the apprehension rise in your face as it draws closer to your cunt, your fingers holding the tension as its jaws slip around the soft flesh of your labia.
The gasp that follows is not pain nor pleasure but something in between.

I feel my cock stirring in my pants, counting as my eyes traverse your body.

One on each of your nipples, one on each of your inner thighs and now your hand reaching for another.

The pain must be intense but so must be your arousal, your attention captured wholly by what you’re reading.
So much so that you didn’t hear my bike pull up outisde, didn’t hear me open the door or the noise of my boots on your hardwood floor.
You weren’t expecting me, but I’d had a change in plans. I was going to surprise you, but it would seem that it was you doing all the surprising.

I slide the zip down on my jeans, freeing my now hard cock, stroking it as I watch.
You hiss as the clip bites hard on the other side of your cunt.
My cock jerks in my hand, I can see the wetness of between your lips, your naked body arching back as you intensify the pressure on your clit. Carefully flicking and teasing the clips that bite into your flesh.

I can see it in your face, you’re right on the verge…

“Hello, my dirty little slut..”

My voice is soft but it carries across the room, breaking your concentration your face filled with panic as you turn to look at me.

Your mouth moves but no sound comes out.

“Get your fingers away from your clit, did I give you permission cum?” I ask as I stride across the room.

Your eyes fixing on my cock as you find your voice.

“No, sir” you answer meekly

“Well at least now I know why you go to that stationary shop all the time, open your mouth” I command as I grab you by the hair.

Pulling your head down to my cock, your lips sliding over the head as I thrust it hard into your throat.
You fight not to gag, knowing I won’t stop till your lips are splayed around the base.

I should punish you, but the sight of you getting of on the self inflicted pain has driven me wild, my animalistic desire struggling to take over.
My mind filled with need for your cunt, to fill it, to be surrounds by it, to drive my cock deep inside you, my cum filling your cunt.

As it plays put in my mind my body reacts, fucking your mouth. My cock thrusting in and out leaving it up to you to gasp for air when you can.

“Take the clips off your thighs” my voice is ragged, forced through clenched teeth.

Your body bucks against me, thighs closing hard against my legs as I hear the telltale sound of the metal clips hitting the floor.
You groan loudly despite my cock filling your mouth and throat.

You gasp as I jerk my cock from your mouth, a single string of saliva hanging between the tip and your lips.

I sink to my knees before grabbing your hips, pulling you to the edge of the couch.
Listening to your whimpers as your remaining clips shift with the sudden movement.

“Your going to hold your cunt open by your clips and I’m going to fuck you with my cock.
If I feel any metal against my cock… Well you won’t like that.” I instruct, taking my cock in hand.

Your hands slip down between your legs, silently cursing yourself for putting them so low on your lips as you take hold of the clips.

You quiver as you move them, drawing them apart as I watch.

“Wider” I command

I see it in your face as it starts to burn, your soft lips stretching, the metal sliding on your moist flesh as the tension increases.

I see the stress in your features, in your panting as I press the head of my cock to your hole.
I push gently but firmly, sliding easily inside as your cunt opens to me.
You moan as I work more and more of my shaft inside.
You bite down hard on your lip as I fill you.
I stop short of going all the way in, my body pressing against your fingers and the clips they hold.

I feel you press against me, wanting more despite how it makes the clips shift, each tiny moment provoking an intense sensation.

I start to stroke in and out, faster, harder letting the animal loose now that it has what it wants.

I feel your cunt clenching tight around me, your moans rising as the orgasm that you had been on the verge of quickly takes hold.

Your body convulsing at the strength of the sensation as I continue to fuck you, my own climax quickly approaching in the tight, warm confines of your cunt.

“Argggghhh” I yell as the sharp metal edge of the clip raises a welt along the shaft of my cock.

The noise breaks your stupor, “I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to let go…” You hastily apologize.

“Oh you will be, put your hands behind your head” I reply menacingly

You do so, fear taking hold of your features as my fingers grasp the offending clip … And pull.

I don’t open it, pulling hard, the clip slipping closer and closer to the edge as the tension increases.
Your trying to breathe through the pain but it soon turns to panting as I apply the same pressure to the opposite clip.

With a jerk they pull free, snapping shut.
You hiss, your hips lifting from the couch, legs flailing.

I grab your thighs, forcing them apart even as the rest of your body shakes.
I position my cock, thrusting hard, the red stripe disappearing inside you.
I push my entire length inside, hearing you moan as I grind up against your clit with my cock buried to the hilt.

As I grind against you, your eyes follow my fingers as the approach the clip on your left breast.
You hiss as it opens, but scream as I turn in ninety degrees and let it snap closed on your nipple.

” Please sir, I’m sorry” you beg as you watch my fingers trail across to your other breast, settling on the clip.

I see the pain conflicting with the pleasure rising from your cunt.

I stroke my cock in and out, pulling not so gently on the clip between my fingers just as I drive my cock back inside, banging hard up against your exposed clit.

You begin to moan between gasps as your body accepts my rhythm.
I can feel your orgasm building alongside mine.
As we reach the edge, I release both of the clips from your nipples, dropping them and grabbing your hips.
Lifting you up, pulling your hips forward to meet each stroke as I let myself go.
Feeling, more than hearing your orgasm as your cunt tightens around me for the second time.

My own orgasm takes hold, unleashing the pent up torrent of cum that fills you and squirts out between us as I continue to thrust.
Till I collapse spent into your waiting arms.
My head laying between your breasts as I catch my breath.

“So what were you reading?” I ask

“Just a tumblr story, from this guy SD.” You reply coyly.

Her smile was almost cat like, arrogant and assured as she passed the phone back.

“Put me on speaker, do as she says.”
His voice commanding once more.

Your strokes had slowed to the point where each movement was achingly slow, but his words hung in your mind

Don’t you dare cum till I tell you.

Her voice broke through your reverie.

“So you like to be exposed, little slut. Is fucking your dripping cunt with that cucumber while I watch getting you off?”

“Yes” the simple admission intensifying your need.

“Yes what?” She snapped

Gone was the quiet checkout girl, stumbling over her words. In her place was a confidant woman, who expected to be obeyed.
You shrunk back under her gaze, your hand stilling between your legs.

You cried out in pain as she grasped your hair, pulling your head back sharply, the pain a sudden intense contrast to the pleasure still radiating from your cunt.
It felt different, it almost felt good, but you quashed that notion.

“You will call me Mistress or I’ll have to punish you, its your choice…” Her tone changing from assertive to almost gleeful.

“Yes Mistress” you replied hastily, intimidated by her approach to delivering pain.
You felt a need to please her growing, quite different from the one you felt for him.
Him you don’t want to disappoint, for her it was fear of her disappointment.

“That’s better, now take off your clothes, your not going to hide anything from me.”

“Yes Mistress” you reply, somehow still feeling shocked at the idea of being completely naked in front of her, despite her having already watched you fuck yourself with a cucumber.

It seemed ludicrous, you shifted having difficulty straightening to pull the dress up further with the cucumber still inside.

You moved to slide it out, but her hand tightened in your hair again even as her other hand slipped down between your open legs.

“Did I say you could take that out little slut?”

She punctuated her sentence by forcing it deep back inside your cunt, hitting your cervix and stretching you wider still.

Your cry of pain was broken by his voice.

“Its alright, just be a good girl and do as your told.”

His voice was soothing and you looked up at her. “Sorry Mistress”

She pointedly raised an eyebrow in response.
Her features softening only as you pulled your dress up over your head, then reached behind yourself to unclasp your bra.

Your breasts hung down, freed from their confines. Your nipples hard dark pink domes against your skin.

You felt a chill despite the warmth of the day.
You were exposed now, utterly without the security of being able to hide what you were doing.

Her hand slips from your hair, fingertips trailing over your bare flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
The warmth of her hand, the softness of her skin feeling wonderful as she cups your breast. Her eyes watching as your mouth opens to gasp as she starts to stroke the cucumber in and out of your cunt.

“Fuck this is hurting my back, get in the back slut” she commanded, releasing you.

You only shook your head slightly, but she noticed.

She wrenched the door open, grabbing you by the hair and pulling hard.
Instinctively you grappled with her hand but she had a sure grip.
You half fell out of the seat as she dragged you out, naked, exposed, the cucumber fallen to the floor of the car.

“This is going to be fun, you really shouldn’t say no to me” she giggled as she said it.

She pulled you to your feet, pushing you to walk to the front of the car.
Forcing you to bend at the waist with your hands on the bonnet.

“Don’t you dare move.” Her warning fierce.

Your whole body shaking you stared at the bonnet afraid to see if anyone was looking at your naked body as you stood there bent over.

You could hear her talking on the phone
” ten? … Only five, come on … Fine “

“Sorry..” you began

“Save it slut, now accept your punishment” she interrupted.

SMACK

You cried out loudly as her hand made contact with your bare arse. You hadn’t been spanked since you were little …

SMACK

She can’t do this, I won’t ..

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

The last three blows falling in quick succession.

Your were sure your arse was red, large stinging patches covered both cheeks.

“Now are you going to do as your told or do you need more?” She asked

“I’ll do as I’m told Mistress”

“Good, now turn over and lie down on the bonnet, spread those legs wide slut.”

As you stood you saw cars going past, but realised they could only see you if you were standing, the bushes and other cars basically hiding you from view.

You gasped as your now sore cheeks touched the warm metal of the bonnet.
You lay back, feeling the warmth of the sun on your naked body, spreading your legs wide as you’d been told.

“Mmm I love the way your cunt glistens in the sun..” her musing interrupted by the shutter sound as she took a photo.

She put the phone down next to your head, before moving in front of you. In her hand the cucumber, but something was different.
It had a fresh condom on, but the thin end was in her hand.

You caught yourself just in time, he still heard you though.
His voice soothing once more.
“I know you can take it for me, be my good girl and cum for me with it deep inside you.”

“I’ll try” you whisper.

You felt her hand on your thigh, steadying herself as she pressed the thick end between the lips of your cunt.

You wanted to say no, you wanted to say there is no way it can fit…

But as she pushed , you could feel yourself stretching, opening you weren’t sure if it was pleasure or pain.
The feeling so intense, your body shaking as her fingertip slid over your clit.
One continuous noise was coming from your throat, rising in pitch and volume as she forced more and more of it inside you.

Finally, panting you felt your lips starting to close around it, the widest part inside.
You’d never felt such a feeling of being full.

Your eyes jerked open as you felt her start to pull it out.
Moans rising from your throat as she stroked about an inch in and out.
Faster and faster, your moans following her rhythm as her stroke lengthened.

You felt her hand close around your neck as she leaned forward, fucking you hard and fast.

His voice sounded in your ear.

“Cum for me, little girl”

The release was immediate, your whole body flailing in time with her thrusts, your mind overwhelmed by the pleasure.
You gasped for air as she loosed her grip on your throat.
Suddenly feeling terribly empty as she pulled it sharply from your cunt.

You watched, unable to move as she quickly undid her pants, sliding them down.
Her shaven cunt directly in front of you, her lips slick with moisture. Her arousal obvious as she slid a new condom over the thin end of the cucumber, pumping lube over the tip before leaning one hand on the car.
The other disappearing between her legs, a low pitched moan exiting her open mouth as she drove it up into her waiting cunt.

Her voice was low, heavy with desire as she spoke.
“Stick your fingers in your cunt, show me how I left your hole gaping slut”

Your hands moved to your cunt, fingers tracing your slightly sore lips, drawing them apart, surprise rising in you as you feel the gap between your fingers.

“Oh, fuck yes, you slut, you loved every inch of it” she said as she fucked the cucumber in and out, her wetness running down its length as you watch.

“Give her the phone” his voice sounded loud in your ears.

You pick it up, offering it to her.
She snatches it from your grasp, still fucking herself, her breath ragged.

” no … But … No …. Yes sir” her voice quiet at the end.

“He says I can only cum, if I let you fuck me like I fucked you.” She said pouting, offering you the phone as the cucumber slipped from her cunt.

“That’s right little girl, you get to fuck her for me” his voice music to your ears.

You climbed off the bonnet, suddenly emboldened by his words, she didn’t look so intimidating now.

“Strip, I want to see you …. Slut” your voice sounded harsh even in your own ears.
You had trouble maintaining your countenance without laughing.

She mumbled something.

“What was that?” Your voice cracked like a whip.

“Nothing Mistress ” her voice suddenly meek, even if the rest of her wasn’t.
Her body quickly coming into view as she piled her clothes on the bonnet.

Her figure slim with small breasts, just large enough to have a fullness of shape, but small enough for your hand to cover.

Which is what you found yourself doing, sliding your hands over her breast, pinching her nipples, feeling alien, yet natural and somewhat familiar at the same time.

Her stomach was so soft as your fingers traced over it, the nub of her clit hard but smaller than yours, making her gasp and thrust her hips against you as you circled it.

Her body was so soft, so warm, so wet as your finger slipped between the lips of her cunt.
Sliding down, feeling her opening, slipping inside.
So familiar yet different, her need filling her eyes as you looked at her, watching her mouth as she moaned while your finger stroked in and out.
You slid another in beside it, watching as she gasped.

You sat back on the edge of thr bonnet, suddenly reminded of the spanking she gave you.

“Give me your hand” you instructed.

She held it out, you felt her fingers, so soft as you folded back her little and index fingers.
Grasping her wrist and drawing her fingers inside your cunt.
Matching the rhythm of stroking your fingers inside her with hers in you.
She started to curl her fingers, you mimicked her, your moans in chorus as she leans against you, her breast pressing against yours.

You don’t want to stop, but this isn’t what he told you to do.

“Get on the bonnet and spread your legs, I’m going to stretch your cunt as wide as mine and you’re going to love it” you whisper in her ear, punctuating each word by thrusting your fingers inside her.

Her response lost in a loud moan.

As her fingers slipped from you, you hesitated, wanting them back.
You left yours inside her, curling back and forth inside her as you traded places with her lying back on the bonnet.

You slipped your fingers from her, on instinct raising them to your mouth, tasting them.
She tasted sweet as you collected the cucumber, now looking a little sorry from use.

Her eyes were fixed on it as you slid the condom over the thick end, slathering it with lube, stroking it as you did before. Her eyes watching your hand as you move towards her.

Whimpers rising from her lips as you press the end against her tight opening. Its at least twice the size of her and you both gasp as you push it hard against her.
You don’t relent, working it against her opening, watching fascinated as she stretches open to accept it.
Her breath coming in gasps between whimpers.

She screams as it suddenly passes the widest point, unaware of how much pressure you had been pushing with, it suddenly plunges deep inside.
Her eyes and mouth open wide, her legs closing by reflex.

“Are you ok?” You ask concerned

“Just shut up and fuck me” she growls in response

Her hips rise up from the bonnet as you pull back on the cucumber, watching as her lips stretch open, the pitch of her moan rising in unison.

“Oh fuck, now in, deep, hard, fuck” your body following her commands, thrusting it back inside her.

Fucking it in and out, faster and harder, watching as her body writhes in response to your motions.

Gasping she suddenly called out

“Please sir may I cum”

His voice sounded clear from the phone “Ask her, she can decide IF you cum”

Shock covered her face, her voice filled with desperation

“PLEASE”

“Please mistress may I cum?”

You didn’t know what to do, you’d never had this power, this control, you froze.

“PLEASE, i’ll do anything, please let me cum” she begged.

You suddenly realised your hand had stopped moving.

“Oh shit, yes of course you can cum” you apologized, your hand quickly resuming your previous rhythm.
The cucumber plunging in and out, her cunt stretching wide, her moans rising louder and louder.

Your voice hardened “Cum for me, cum for me slut.”

Her hips rose up before crashing down hard as her orgasm took hold, her body writhing, muscles convulsing, groaning as you continue to stroke the cucumber slowly in and out.
Watching as her body tensed as you slowly pull it out.
The sight of her gaping hole made you want to fill it again, to make her cum again, but she moved first.
Lauching herself at you, hugging you tight.

“Thank you mistress” she breathlessly says

“You’re welcome slut ” you whisper in her ear.

The sound of him clearing his throat rose from the phone.

“Thank you Sir” you said in unison.

“Your welcome, now don’t try calling me for the next 22 hours or so, neither of you has anything planned this weekend do you?”

You slept restlessly filled with trepidation, not knowing what he had in store for today.

Thinking back to yesterday, spreading your legs, exposing yourself, finger fucking your cunt.
Imagining that it was his hand not yours.
Just the memory of what you’d done had moisture forming between the soft lips of your cunt and it was barely eight in the morning.

You revised your wardrobe when you checked the weather forecast, foregoing your usual jacket and skirt for a dress.

Black and clingy it was only borderline as work appropriate, but it did make you feel sexy.
The short hem line and lack of panties had you mind picturing a Basic Instinct moment.

Cliche and amusing as it was it did leave a lingering desire. The thought of openly exposing yourself, flaunting your bare cunt to an audience.
Your fingers were slipping beneath the hem of your dress before you caught yourself.
You found yourself holding back, wanting to wait for his message, to do what he wanted.
It felt odd, but comforting at the same time.
It didn’t feel wrong, but was it?

Holding that thought you checked your watch and realizing you were now running late, you quickly finished up, grabbed your phone and headed for work.

The morning passed uneventfully, well except for the lingering stares from several of your male coworkers and meaningful glances from several of the women, leaving no equivocation as to their opinion of your dress.

At the stroke of midday you phone announced the arrival of his message.

‘Have you been a good girl?’

The question seemed a little odd and you weren’t sure what to send back, did he want you to yes or to say you’d been bad or naughty? What would he do if you said bad?

Deciding to play it safe, sending in reply
‘Yes I’ve been a good girl’s

His response was nearly instantaneous

‘Show me, now’

It took you a second to remember his last instruction.

Scanning around, no one could see but anyone could walk past..

Your breath caught as you lowered your phone below your desk, parting your legs the camera flashing as it took the photo of your bare cunt.

You snapped your legs shut, dropping your phone as a voice behind you called out “What was that?”
“Ah, nothing, just dropped my phone, don’t worry.”
As Stacey rounded the corner of your desk just as you scooped it off the floor.
Holding it in front of you as you swiveled to face her.
You felt your face flush, the phone screen facing you filled with your bare thighs and cunt.
“Ok just checking, looked like a flash, just making sure you weren’t getting electrocuted.” She said cheerfully before turning to leave.

Your heart skipped a beat as your phone vibrated in your hand announcing another message.

‘Good girls don’t make me wait’

You quickly send the photo, adding ‘Sorry someone nearly caught me.’

With your heart still racing you open his response.

‘You’re lucky that your cunt looks so pretty, else there would be consequences for your tardiness.
Time for lunch, go to the supermarket and message me when you get there. ‘

You rose from your desk slightly disappointed, after yesterday you’d expected, well more than just taking a photo.

You drove to the store and messaged him sullenly ‘I’m here’

‘Good girl, now go inside you are to buy three things and ONLY those things.
1. Condoms
2. Water based lube
3. A cucumber at least one inch thick
Message me when your back in your car.’

Your eyes widened at each item, but his intentions were clear, the thought bouyed your mood and arousal as you stepped out of your car.

You grabbed a basket and quickly collected the condoms and lube, just the usuals and headed for the fresh produce.

The range was somewhat limited of the few that met his requirement for thickness, one tapered to being nearly two and a half inches.along its length and the other was bulbous at both ends. In the end you decided on the tapered one and turned to the registers and.froze.

Damn, why did you come here? To the supermarket that you do all your shopping at, the one where you know most of the checkout workers by name.
You silently curse him, but brighten as you spy a new girl at the end.

Her eyebrows raise as she takes first the cucumber then the condoms, then the lube out.
“Do you want a bag? Or are you going to use them uh I mean take them as is?” She stumbled.
You felt yourself flush as her eyes dropped back to the cucumber tracing from its thin end to the thick end.

You didn’t dare speak just holding out a note to pay for it.
She rang it up and you took the items, feeling her eyes on you as you walked out.

You got back to your car, moving it from the normal carpark around to the side one where the staff usually parked.
You were expecting what his next message would tell you to do, so you opted for a little more privacy, he didn’t need to know.

Snapping a photo of your purchase you sent it, deciding against telling him about the checkout girl.

‘Good girl, you know what to do, but call me I want to hear you as you slide that cucumber into your tight little cunt.’

It took you by surprise, you’d only ever messaged or emailed, it felt thrilling yet scary as you prepared yourself.
Pulling your dress up, the leather cool on your skin as you spread your legs.
Quickly opening a condom from the pack you slid it over the thin end, despite a dark part of your mind whispering to put it over the thick end.
Pumping lube into your hand, you stroked it up and down the cucumber as though it was a cock, no, his cock. The image he sent you filling your head as your hand stroked up and down.

You moved your fingers to your opening, unsurprised at how wet you already were.
You brushed lightly over your clit, your hips rising, oh how you wanted him inside you.

You quickly dialled his number, it was silent when it connected.
“I’m ready” you said hesitantly, hoping that it wasn’t a wrong number.

“Good girl” he replied, his voice deep, gravelly, manly and with an accent you couldn’t quite place.
He’d never said where he was from, only that he was overseas.

“Put it between your lips, slide it up and down your slit, yeah just like that”
You whimpered in response to the sensation of it sliding in your wetness, it felt to big, so thick, you close your eyes and listen to his voice.
“Now press it against your hole, just work the tip inside, open your tight cunt to take it little girl”
You weren’t sure whether you gasped from the sensation of your cunt stretching open or from his words, but you definately knew where the moan that followed came from.

“Mmmm, good girl now stroke it in and out, push a little deeper, press a bit harder spread you cunt wide open for me”:

You did as he said, pushing it further and further inside with each stroke, stretching your cunt wider than ever before.
The feeling intense, moans rising from your throat with every thrust.
You didn’t know how much was inside you, only knowing that you wanted more, deeper, wider.

You opened your eyes to look, over half the length buried inside you.

“Do you want to see?” You ask breathlessly

“Hmm you want to show me what you look like while your fucking your cunt. ” he replied teasingly

“Yes I want you to see how wide open I’ve stretched my cunt for you” you replied, a surge of desire rushing through you as you said the words.

You lift the phone from your ear, moaning as you drive the cucumber as deep as you can, gasping as it presses on your cervix, your lips strained wide open, pressing the shutter to take the photo.
It flashes and as you return the phone to your ear you see a flicker of motion in your side mirror.

You jerk your head up, searching..
“Oh shit, someone’s coming” you squeal as you try unsuccessfully to pull down your dress. Only realising the futility of your actions as you see the several inches of the cucumber openly sticking out between your legs.

His voice is calm, soft, almost chilling
“Get your dress back up, spread your legs and start fucking yourself with that cucumber, if you’re not moaning again in 10 seconds..”
He left it hanging , an unspoken threat.

Your body responded while your mind reeled.
Sliding your dress back, feeling the cucumber slide inside you as you spread your legs, exposing yourself once more.
You didn’t dare look at the mirror, grasping the end of the cucumber and pushing it back inside. Moaning as it stretched you open once more.

“Good girl” his voice returning to its previous tone. “Now I want you to fuck yourself with long slow strokes, all the way in, all the way out. “
You forced everything into the back of your mind, focusing on doing as you were told.
Forming a slow rhythm that let you feel every inch of it sliding in and out.

“Where are they now?”
His question breaking your concentration

“Aw fuck, she’s just behind the car”

“She?” His voice asks

“Ah the girl from the checkout, she saw what I was buying, she ah asked whether I was going to use it now.. ah” you explain between the moans.

“Well in that case, wind down your window”

Your mind reels, this isn’t what you want, its too much, way too much, but your finger finds the button and the window slides down.
Your moans carry and you see he walk around corner, she’s about to see you.
See your bare cunt as you fuck yourself with a cucumber in a carpark, you can’t help it a loud moan filling the air.

“Wow, you really didn’t need a bag ” she says as she stands beside your door, her gaze fixed on your cunt as you stroke it in and out.
It feels so good, you want to cum, you need.to cum and her watching is only making you want it more.

You watch as one of her hands creeps across her shirt, tweaking the nipple beneath.

“Who are you talking to?” She demands

“Uh, I ..” you stumble for words

His voice sounds in your ear
“Give the phone to her, don’t you dare stop fucking yourself and don’t you dare cum before I say you can.”

You offer her the phone,
“He wants to talk with you..”

You continue to stroke the cucumber in and out, forcing yourself to slow down, as you listen to her side of the conversation…

” yeah…. Uh huh …. Oh very wide and very wet … Yep the thin end … Do you mind? … Cool …thanks … Oh I think she’ll enjoy it.”

End of part 2.

It was the first step that started the chain reaction.

He told you to take off your panties before you went back to your desk.
It had felt so naughty, to know that under your desk your skirt hid nothing. In fact you spread your legs wider reveling in the thrill of exposing yourself, though safe in the security that no one would see.

You were squirming in your seat by the end of the day, your cheeks flushed, your need so strong.
You messaged him, feeling a shiver go up your spine as you read his response.

‘Good girl, now go to your car. Message me when you’re there.’

Intrigued, you hurried nearly tripping over your heels as you practically ran to your car at the end of the lot. You were breathing hard as you opened the door.
Grabbing your phone and messaging him as soon as your bag hit the passenger seat.
The seconds ticked past agonizingly slowly, you were startled by the noise of your message tone.

‘Good girl, now pull up your skirt to your waist and spread your legs wide for me.’

Your heart thundered in your chest, head swivelling this way and that. No cars within a few spaces and no movement.
You hesitated, but your arousal made the decision.
Your hands were shaking as you gripped the hem, drawing it back over your stocking clad thighs, back till you had to lift you arse, your pale skin constrasting with the black stockings.
The leather of the seat felt cool against your bare flesh as you scooted forward to spread your legs wide, your closed cropped hair coming into view above your clit.
You ached to rub it, ached for the release but instead you picked up your phone messaging him.
Hoping that the contents of his response would lead to just that. That thought had your hips writhing with need.

His response caught you off guard.

‘Show me’

Your breath caught in your throat, you’d never done anything like that, in fact you’d never even met him, what would he do with it, the thoughts raced through your mind.

But the image of him looking at his phone, stroking his cock, looking at you….
Your desire grew, that rush of exposing yourself taking hold, you turned your phone, snapping a photo and pressing send without looking at it.
You bit your lip, a nervous habit while waiting..

‘Good girl, your composition needs work but we’ll deal with that later. I want you to fuck yourself, not just masturbate, I want you to fill your wet cunt with your fingers and fuck yourself as though it was my fingers filling your tight hole. Take another photo as your cumming, show me how you cum.’

Your breath was already coming in gasps, as you’d read your fingers had found their way to your wet slit.

Fingertips coated in your wetness, you slid your index finger, pausing at the entrance, thinking over his words, his hands would be bigger than yours.
Adding your middle finger you pressed hard against your opening, a loud moan leaving your throat as you forced you cunt to stretch wide, opening to accept your fingers.

It felt so tight, so warm, so wet. Gasping as you pushed deeper, past your knuckles till they couldn’t go further, you wanted more, craved more. Grinding your cunt against your hand, moaning louder and louder as your stroked your fingers in and out, pushing, forcing, stretching inside your warm wetness.

You could feel it building, your fingers fucking you more roughly than ever before, driving deep inside your cunt.

You fumbled with your phone, the familiar sound of the shutter taking you over the edge, your body lost in a sea of pleasure, bucking, moaning till you at last collapsed against the seat, chest heaving.

You pressed send.

Anxiety rising as you waited and your afterglow diminished.

‘See the effect you have on me…’

You opened the attached photo.
His cock standing tall and proud against his cum covered abdomen.

The sight had your desire rising, part of your mind trying to figure out how big it was, the other imagining how it would feel in your hand, your mouth, your cunt.

Your body quivered, reminding you that your fingers were still buried deep in your cunt surrounded by a growing tenderness from its rough use as you withdrew them.

You licked your fingers, tasting yourself before sending your reply.

‘Thank-you, you have a delicious looking cock, maybe someday I can sample it and you can sample me?’

His response was quick

‘We’ll see, make sure you check your phone tomorrow, oh and don’t wear any panties.’

End of Part 1.

You knew it was what you wanted, despite how much you knew you shouldn’t.
The need that had grown within you had taken hold, made you prepare yourself just as you had been in your fantasies.
You disregarded all the logical thoughts, abandoning yourself to.the whims of your need.
You could feel the wetness growing between the lips of your cunt as each strip of wax stripped the short growth above your cunt, leaving you bare. The pain just a tease, a taste of what was to come.

Your arousal growing as you slid your stockings up over your legs, snapping the garters taught. Your simple black bra covering your breasts but failing to hide the hard mounds of your nipples entirely.

You slipped the dress over your head, though you could bare call it that. Purchased just for tonight it left nothing to the imagination. Hugging your skin it barely came past the lips of your cunt, let alone covering your arse. Your breasts clearly on display.
It left little question over your intentions.

My attire however was quite the opposite, the fine dark wool suit clothing me in ambiguity. I could be late returning from work or perhaps dinner, on the whole nothing remarkable, just another suit, just as I had intended.

I noticed you instantly as you stepped out of the cab, but that in itself want remarkable, every man and some of the women on the street also turned to stare.
Your attire or rather the lack of it drew every eye, instantly provoking numerous fantasies and raising hopes.
But I watched as you joined the line to get into the club, unsteady, slightly unsure, this wasn’t normal for you but it was all you had to work with after being out of the game for some time unless I missed my guess.

What you wanted was obvious, to be used, to be fucked, just you didn’t know quite how to go about it. Resorting to dressing as sluttily as possible, cheapening yourself as you thought it was the only way, or perhaps the only way you’d known for it to work in the past.

I moved in close behind you, my self assurance and attire enough to deter other potential suitors who tried to get there first.

You felt my presence just as I started to whisper in your ear,

” I know what you want little girl, perhaps even better than you do. Follow me and ill give you exactly what you need.”

Without turning to look I move past, brushing my hand down over your hip as I do so, just enough to send a chill up your spine.

I hear the strike of your stilettos on the pavement as you hurry to follow me.

I lead you away from the stares and the voices, lengthening my stride to keep you behind me.

You hurriedly turn the corner, trying not to be left behind.
My hand snakes out of the darkness, grasping your neck and forcing you hard against the old brick wall, a small cry of alarm escaping your lips as I catch you unprepared.
The rough brick pressing against your cheek as I hold you there.

“You want to be fucked, you want to be used, you want to submit and yet you dress yourself like a cheap whore?” I growl in your ear.

“Should I use you like the cheap whore you pretend to be? Filling your cunt with my cock, taking you hard and fast before slipping a twenty in your bra when I’m done?” I punctuate my sentance with kicking your legs apart.

” Answer ME” I growl when you don’t respond, the shock of events still in control.

“If that’s …uh if that’s what you want..” you whimper

You cry out as my fingers find your nipple, pinching it hard, the fabric in between providing little protection.

“SIR, if that’s what you want SIR. You will address me as SIR or ill leave you right here all alone”.

“No Sir, please don’t leave me”

“Then answer my question, do you want me to fuck you like a cheap whore? “

“No Sir, I want you to do whatever you want with me” your voice calmer but still rattled.

“Good, cheap whores hold no attraction for me. However we both know your not a cheap whore, if it wasn’t for those stockings and shoes I wouldn’t have given you a second glance in that dress.
No cheap whore could afford those, no you’re an accountant if I don’t miss my guess, you’d look at home in a skirt and suit jacket. Am I right?”

“Yes Sir, I work..”

” I don’t need to know, but what I do want to know is what motivated you to try being something you’re clearly not?”

” I’ve had this need, its been growing ever since that one night stand when the guy pinched my nipples hard and fucked me roughly from behind, I’ve never felt so hot, so aroused, I’d never felt that and now I want to feel it again.”

I considered for a moment, there was more to you than I’d first considered.
My first thought had been to give you just a taste, perhaps more than that was in order.

I resolved to see how far you’d go.

The thin material of your dress parted easily as my blade slid up against your skin. I heard your sharp intake of breath as the cold steel touched you.
You whimpered as I slid the blade through the straps of your bra, pausing briefly to admire your garters before pulling the remains of your whore outfit from between you and the wall.

“That’s better” I mused as I press you roughly back up against the wall, hearing you hiss as your bare skin presses against the rough cold bricks.

“So, now that you’re no longer posing as a cheap whore, I think we can begin…but are you ready?” I murmured as my hand traced a path down your back, watching as your flesh quivers at my touch. Sliding down over your firm arse, slipping between your parted legs.
My finger encountering the warm wetness running down your thighs, your breath deepening as I trace it back to the source, the tip of my finger sliding easily between the soft lips of your cunt.

“Hmmm, you are a horny little girl aren’t you?”
I whisper, waiting on your response
“Yes sir” you reply, barely above a whisper. Your breath catching as I circle your opening.

“Yes sir what?” I ask

“Yes sir, I’m a horny little….arghh”
Your sentance ending in a moan as I slide my finger all the way inside, your moist cunt hugging tightly to it.

“Yes, a very tight, horny little girl.” I murmur as I start to stroke my finger in and out of your cunt.
I grasp your hair tightly, jerking your head back while continuing to stroke my finger in and out between your lips.

“Do you know how to suck cock, little girl?” I ask

“Yes sir, I know how to suck cock” your reply, your mouth moving in unison with my finger stroking inside you.

“Then do it” I reply coldly, releasing you and sliding my finger from your cunt.

You turn, hesitating for just a second as you see my face for the first time, even in the darkness I see you make the connection.

“Get to it”I say as I grasp your hair once more, forcing you down.
You squat in the confined space between me and the wall, spreading your stocking clad legs, exposing your bare cunt, the lips glistening in the low light.

Your hands quickly reach for the zip of my suit pants, drawing it down, fingers encircling the bulge in my shorts.
I watch the gleem in your eye, your lips parting as you free my cock.
Your tongue flicking out to tease the head before licking in long strokes from base to tip.
I indulge you for a few minutes, then as your lips slide over the head I thrust my hips forward, gripping your hair tightly I force my length into your mouth, down, filling your throat even as you gag.
I hold you there, spluttering as you regain control, accepting my cock inside.

“No more teasing, suck it” I order, releasing your head.

You gag again, but my touch isn’t neccisary, you press yourself forward, forcing it down.
Stroking my entire length with your lips from tip to base.
Making up in enthusiasm what you lack in technique.

“Do you think my cock is wet enough to fill your tight cunt little girl?”

“Yes sir” you reply, gasping as my cock bobs in front of your face.
I draw you up by your hands, pinning the against the wall when your standing.

Bending down I kiss you deeply, your lips parting for my tongue, my cock presssing against your naked stomach.
Holding your wrists with one hand I bend my knees, slipping my cock between the wet folds of your cunt, sliding it back and forth over your clit.
Feeling your writhe and buck against me.

You keep your hands against the wall as I slip my hands down, grasping your thighs as I lower myself. A gasp rising from you as the head of my cock presses against the opening of your cunt.

As I lift you, I drive you back into the rough brick wall, my short hard thrusts stretching your cunt to open for me. Your cries broken only by gasps as I force my cock inside your tight cunt.
Pausing as the base presses against your clit, allowing your to catch your breath, to accept the sensation of having your cunt filled.

You raise your head, I watch your eyes and mouth open wide as I slide nearly my entire length from inside you. Shock turning to anticipation as I drive my length inside.
Your moan filling my ears as I begin to stroke, long, deep, slow strokes as your body writhes with the sensation.
The base of my cock grinding against your clit at the end of each stroke.

I can feel you tightening, your breath coming in short sharp gasps, your moans more intense as your orgasm approaches.

I increase my rhythm, fucking you in shorter hard stokes, banging against your clit. Your body pressed hard against the bricks, your nipples sliding against my suit jacket.

You’re orgasm takes you hard, your body flailing as I continue to drive my cock inside your cunt as it contracts with your waves of pleasure descend.

You smile as you hear me groan, driving my cock deep inside you making you gasp as my cum fills your cunt, my body shaking with release.

My cock slips from you as I lower you to the ground.

“Thank-you sir”

“Your welcome little girl”

I slide my jacket from my shoulders, you flinch as the silt lining slides over the abrasions that cover your back from the wall.

“Follow me if you want more…you deserve better then pretending to be something you’re not” I say, turning and walking away.

You hesitate, considering all that has happened and considering all that could.

With my cum streaming down your thighs, you turn clad only in my suit jacket, garter and stockings leaving the cheap whore there in a bundle of rags.

The click of my new submissives heels on the pavement following me is music to my ears.

Sometimes I go to the dark place.

That place where no light escapes, its only consumed, no matter how much others try to brighten it.

That place where its so dark that it becomes hard to even remember what light looks like, let alone how it feels.

That place that feels so deep, that even thoughts of return are futile and dismissed before they barely start to form.

That place that changes everything, that makes everything different as it skews perspective.

That place that makes memories always seem tinged with darkness.

The place that no matter how far you reach, I’ll always find myself retreating deeper.

Its not that I want to be in the dark place, its that sometimes I need it despite how much I hate it and what it does to you, me, us.

Its just that occasionally I forget, the dark place is of my making and I can leave whenever I want.

Is it submission?

When its what you want, when its what you need, when its what your body craves?

Sure, you’ll act all affronted as I bind your wrists then your ankles, exposing your body and making it subject to my will.

You’ll pull against your bonds, testing their strength, making them strain.

But I see the effect it has on you, your cunt doesn’t lie.

Getting wetter and wetter as I use your body, the method of my own making, but the outcome exactly what you sought before you even removed your clothes.

Is it submission?

Yes, but not in the way the vanilla mind thinks of it, the dom submitting to their need of the sub as equally as the sub submits their body to the will of the dom.

If the needs of one aren’t met, then like any relationship its bound to fail.

The submission is symbiotic, the dom needing the sub as much as the sub needs the dom.

So as you lower your panties to your knees and bend over telling me how naughty you’ve been… Who is submitting to who?

As the train pulls into the station, I see you waiting.
Your tight white shirt and tartan skirt pulled up to reveal your milky white thighs, leading down to knee high socks that disappear into black shoes.

You see me, walking to carriage door as the train comes to a halt.

The carriage is about half full, we’ve got the last set of seats to ourselves, facing away from the rest of the passengers.

Your lips taste sweet as you great me with a kiss, my hand easily finding the soft skin if your thigh, tracing a path, higher and higher.

“Did you prepare yourself? ” I ask

“Yes sir” she responds with a giggle adding in a lower whisper ” I’ve been wet all afternoon just thinking about it.”

I nod in approval, my hand rising beneath your skirt, feeling the freshly shaven mound before dipping down, running my finger along the moist lips of your cunt.
You quiver at the sensation, your mouth opening to release a soft moan as my finger slides in your wetness, your cunt opening to accept my finger, then slipping closed tight as I withdraw it, just as the warning tone sounds and the doors close.

” You have been a good girl, now get down on your knees”

You position yourself in front of me, hands sliding up the material of my suit pants, tracing the muscles in my thighs.
You glance around sheepishly as the sound of your fingers pulling on the zip fills your ears.

Wanton desire covers your face as you draw my cock through the opening, all but lunging at it as your tongue licks from the base to the tip.

I shuffle forward in my seat as your fingers encircle the shaft, red lips parting as they slide down over the head, swishing your tongue back and forth as my cock begins to fill your mouth.
You start to move, rhythmically stroking your hand and mouth along my cock.
The feeling is intense, you know just where to lick and suck to have me raising my hips against you wanting more.

As one hand encircles your wrist, pulling your fingers from around the shaft. The other settles against the back of your neck pulling you down, forcing my cock into your throat.

Your eyes widening as you gag as it fills your throat, you know it will end, but until your lips close tight around the base you’ll get no relief.
Saliva runs down your chin as my cock squeezes it out past your lips.

You drive yourself down the last inch so, thrusting my cock deep down your throat.
I hold you there, reveling in the sensation before releasing you to breathe.

It takes a few seconds for you to collect yourself.
“Good girl” I murmur as I wipe the drips of saliva from your chin.
“What does my good girl want?” I ask quietly.

” I want your cock inside me Sir, I want you to stretch my tight little cunt wide open and fill me with it.” You reply, trying to sound coy but I can hear the heat in your voice, your need.

“Well you have been a good girl…. You can fuck your tight little cunt in my cock” I smile wryly at your choice of words, cliche yet still they provoke a response in me that makes me want you to hurry up and impale yourself on my rock hard member.

You rise unsteadily to your feet, rocking with the motion of the train, turning in front of me, teasingly drawing up the back of your skirt to reveal your bare arse.
The two mounds of pale skin against the tartan drives me wild, my desire raging my hands rise, roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you sharply down, till the head on my cock rests between your legs.

“Stay right where you are, tease me will you?” I say archly.
Reaching between us to take hold of the shaft of my cock, drawing the head between the soft lips of your cunt, back and forth, your breathing in time with my strokes between your clit and your opening.
A small whimper rising from your throat, each time I pause at the wet opening of your cunt, your body betraying you, trying to press down, to take it inside you.

You cry out, making several heads turn towards us as without warning I shift my hands, grabbing your hips and driving you down onto my cock.
Your slick cunt sliding open to accept my cock, your mouth open wide in a silent scream as your weight drives my full length inside you, stopping just short of your cervix.
Your whole body trembling at the overwhelming sensation.

You roll your head to one side, biting your lip as my hand slides beneath your skirt, finger tracing around your clit.

You suddenly sit up, startled as I hear it, a female voice calling your name.

You move as if to rise, but I wrap my other hand around your waist, holding you tight.
An involuntary moan escaping as I pull you down on my cock.
You grab at my jacket lying on the seat beside us, pulling it across to hide where my hand disappears beneath your skirt.

“Uh, Hi April” you say as she drops her bag on the opposite seat and sits down.

As you chat, I slowly return to circling your clit. Watching as your cheeks turn bright red and you bite down on your lip and squirm on my cock, forcing yourself not to moan.

I look at her over your shoulder, dressed in the same uniform, a senior the same as you but still several years younger than me.

She’s trying to look at you, chatting incessantly but her eyes keep wandering, till they meet my gaze.
Curiosity shines forth.
” Are you going to introduce us?” I whisper in your ear.

“April, this is my Si….uh I mean John” you stumble to get the words out, broken by you covering as I tap your clit hard as you say my name.

“Nice to meet you April, the pleasure is mine” I say cordially, circling your clit once more as I say pleasure.

“So do you guys always sit like this?” April asks

“Not always, only when she’s been good.” I smiled as I said it, punctuating it by running my finger along the lips of your cunt, stretched wide making you quiver, barely stifling a gasp.

“What do you mean ‘only when she’s been good’ ?” She asks quizzically.

“I mean she only gets what she wants when she’s been good” I respond

“Sooo, you want to be sitting like that? It doesn’t look all that comfortable” she asks you.

“Oh, I think she enjoys it” I respond shifting in my seat, just enough to draw back a fraction and push back inside as my fingers continue to tease your clit.
Smiling directly at April as you fail to contain the moan that comes unbidden. Its soft but she recognised it for what it was.

“Is he like touching you? Down there?” She whispers in a conspirital tone, tinged with surprise.

“Yes April, I’m rubbing her clit, but that’s not what’s making her moan” I respond in a quiet but conversational tone.

“Then what….” She trails off staring once more at how we’re sitting, I can see as she traces my arm, then your legs “No, your not serious”.

“Why don’t you tell her what it is that’s making you moan? How did you put it before?” I ask you.

Your response is quiet, your cheeks turning scarlett as you look at her.

“My tight little cunt is filled with Sir’s hard cock and he’s rubbing my clit and that’s what is making me moan”

“Good girl” I murmur, urging her up before letting her slide back down. The moan leaving her mouth leaving no doubt as to the source.

“Oh shit, you really do have his cock inside you. fuck, what does it feel like?”
Her words stumbling over each other in her haste to get them out.

“Yes she really does have my cock inside her and she’s loving every second of it. Lift your skirt little girl and show your friend how much you like having your cunt filled with cock.”
As you hear my words your head swivels round, meeting my gaze, hoping that I’m joking but you see in my eyes that I’m not.

“Yes sir” you respond, hands shaking as you grasp the edge of your skirt, pulling it up.
Exposing my balls and the base of my cock hanging out of my fly, the lips of your cunt, all red and stretched wide around my cock, your clit hard and sitting proud as I circle it with my index finger.

“Fuck that’s hot, I didn’t know you shaved down there too, can you move? I want to see him move inside you” April asked.

You wait for my assent,

“Show her how you cum, with a cock filling your tight little cunt” I whisper into your ear.

You move slowly, April’s eyes fixed on your cunt as you rise up, the motion of the carriage bouncing you up and down a little as my full length slides from you.

“God, how does that fit inside you, its huge..” exclaims April

“Thanks for the flattery, but I’m not that big, about average in fact. ” I reply casually.

But I’m not sure that she heard a word, her attention firmly focused on your cunt as you open once more, sliding down to take my full length inside you.

I increase the pressure of my finger, flicking back and forth over your clit as you rise and fall on my cock, your breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps.
I glance over at April, one of her hands slipping beneath her skirt, her panties showing an obvious dampness as she pushed them aside, rubbing her clit in unison with my movements.

I could feel you tightening around me, your cunt squeezing tight against my cock, I grab your hips , taking control of you savagely fucking your body up and down on my cock.

Your moans rise between gasps, I see you look down focusing in April as she slips her panties down to her ankles before spreading her knees at the edge of the seat. Her fingers rubbing hard over her clit.

I lean close to you before pushing you down
” Put your finger in her cunt, you can cum when she does”
Your only answer is to moan as I bend you forward, surprise covering April’s face as your hand slides along the pale bare flesh of her thigh, the motion of her hand over her clit intensifying.
I spread my legs wider, letting me hold your hips pulling you back and forth along my cock.
My motion slowing, intensifying as I feel you getting closer and closer to the edge.

You moan in chorus with April as your finger slips inside the tight wetness of her cunt.
Her hips involuntarily pressing down to take more inside, your finger drawing out as my cock fills you, pressing inside her warm pink hole as my cock is exposed.

She can’t take anymore, her thighs clamping tight around your arm, trapping your finger deep inside her as her orgasm takes hold.
The sensation of her cunt spasming around your finger takes you over the edge.
Your cunt clamping tight around my cock as I pull you hard against me, driving my length inside your convulsing cunt.

The noises from the two of you drawing more than one glance from the few remaining passengers.
I realise we’re nearly at our stop, my cock slips from your cunt with an audible pop.

“April, this is our stop, would you care to join us? I think its about time we showed you how good girls suck cock and swallow cum……

I haven’t gone, but equally I’m not here either, not wholly.

While I can’t bare to think of life without you, I don’t know what I can do to keep you.

I need to make things better, though I don’t know how or what.

I need to keep this gap from widening between us, before its too wide to bridge.

We sit apart, we talk but not as we once did, we love or think we do, but its a pale shade of what we once called love.

I’ve tried, but grand gestures are out of the question and little things provoke little response.

I don’t know what it is that you want from me anymore, there is one thing, but its the thing that I can’t give you, not right now and everytime it enters the conversation, like a pink elephant it brings up all the same arguments, tried and true, provoking a slide that widens the gap.

Is it unreasonable?

I’d give you the world, but I can’t, I don’t have the world to give, only the merest fragment and I know its not enough.
Not enough to not leave you disappointed with what I can give right now.

Is it worth it?

Surely, else it wouldn’t cause this divide.

But even if I find a way to give you the world, can a piece of paper bridge the divide that has opened between us?

I only hope that it can, because I don’t think I can live without you.

It was just another stop on their world tour, the skyline of another city coming into view as the plane descended.

Another day, another daddy, well maybe not today, not if Baby Domme has her way.
Rose wasn’t so sure, concerned about what would happen if it didn’t go the way Baby Domme had planned during the long flight over the pacific.

I couldn’t miss them, both giggling like schoolgirls as they waited at the luggage carousel.
Their clothing just short of revealing, enough for every man to give them at least a second, or perhaps even a third given the way Baby Domme was pressing herself against Rose as she whispered in her ear.

Rose’s head swiveled round, searching before settling on me, I wasn’t hard to miss in the crowd. Not with my stature, the combination of a beard and glasses also didn’t help my anonymity.
I smile, tilting my head in acknowledgement of her gaze, waiting for them to come to me.

I waited, but finally gave in as Baby Domme wrestled with her suitcase, being dragged by the conveyer and nearly knocking another woman flat.
My hand encircling the grip, struggling to lift the bag. Perhaps it had been caught, I idly muse as Baby Domme flashes me a wicked smile, putting on a thick southern accent “Why thank-you, I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers…”

It was all I could do to keep a straight face, two could play at this game. Putting on the worst awstralyan accent I could muster,

“Strewth, you ain’t from around these parts are ya, got the whole bloody tonne of bricks in there. Crikey how many singlets, stubbies and thongs do ya need woman?”

The flicker of movement to my side announced the arrival of Rose.
I turned, resuming my normal voice.

“Its lovely to meet you finally in person Rose, have you got everything or does this Sheila have another planeload still to come?”

Rose’s pleasantries were cut off by a harsh whisper in my ear. “Sheila hey, you sure you want to go down this path?”

Dismissing the thinly veiled threat, I responded.
“It’s lovely to finally meet you as well, now unless I’m mistaken this is the point where you ladies follow me and we make our way out into this gloriously mediocre weather, still its not all bad, gives us a reason to spend more time with indoor pursuits…”

My final words provoking a grin from all of us as we headed for the carpark.

The trip to my place was uneventful, the city shrouded in rain as we skirted it on the freeway, before heading southeast.

Baby Domme shrieked as a big drop of water fell down the back of her neck as she slipped out of the car. I noted it, filing it away, something I’d be sure to take advantage of before their stopover came to an end.

I gave them the grand tour, the library getting more than just a cursory glance. I glossed over the unfinished backyard, showing them through the kitchen and to the guest bedroom.
Two pairs of eyebrows raised as they looked over the bed.
Steel framed, it stood half a meter clear of the floor, square bars running the length of all four sides between the posts.
A coiled rope carelessly hanging from one post, betraying the true function of the form.

“Well at least I won’t have to go looking for it…” I murmured, two heads swiveling in unison to stare at me. Rose’s expression amused, while Baby Domme’s was something else. Almost calculating, but gone in a heartbeat. Replaced with a cheeky grin with a hint of arousal, her teeth just visible as they pulled back on her lip.

“I’ll leave you two to settle…” My words cut off by Baby Domme
“Don’t you want to play with us?” She said playfully, pouting.
“Well, I thought you..”

“You thought wrong”she said, interrupting again

“I want to get fucked, 16 hours on a plane and Rose wouldn’t let me cum even once,” Baby Domme pouts, “I wasn’t moaning THAT loudly.”

“Oh really and that woman three rows back who kept asking the stewardess to check on you as she thought you sounded like you were sick or in pain, didn’t have anything to do with it.
Next time i’ll just make you cum over and over and let the whole plane know just how bad a girl you really are ” Rose said with a sarcastic grin.

My eyes flicked to Rose, meeting her gaze, feeling my cock stirring at the thought of her fingers between Baby Domme’s legs as the stewardesses swept past and the people surrounding them tried to sleep or lose themselves in the movie.
I could almost hear Baby Domme’s whimpers as she got closer and closer.

I looked down, she had in fact been getting closer and closer, one hand trailing down her legs, skirt riding up as she approached. Her other hand tracing the obvious bulge in my jeans.
“Rose, I might need your help with this one” she said, giggling.

I knew she was teasing, knowing my cock was pretty average. Still it had the desired effect, as I felt the first drips of pre-cum leaking from my cock.

I watched Rose, seeing Baby Domme pout as I obviously turned my attention away from her.

“Come here Rose” my tone soft, gentle.

I felt Baby Domme’s hands undoing the clasp of my belt,
“Did I say you could do that, little girl?”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t, so there.” Replied Baby Domme, poking out her tongue at me.

“That plane ride has put you in a bratty mood, I have a something for that…”
I slipped my arm around Baby Domme, walking my fingers up her back, sliding them lightly over her neck, looking her in the eye as I tease her hair, before closing my fist tight.

“This is what bratty girls get, Rose be a dear and fetch that rope for me.”
She hesitates, looking to Baby Domme.
“Rose, don’t tell me you’re feeling bratty too?”
I ask as I meet her eye, tugging back sharply on Baby Domme as her hands tangle with mine.

Baby Domme makes a noise, shocked as Rose walks around the bed, taking the rope.
Looking at Baby Domme she says
“What, you are being bratty and I’m curious as to what he has planned for you?”

I can’t help but chuckle, my divide and conquer approach working better than I’d ever expected.

“Bend over, bratty girl”, Baby Domme fought me, but by degrees I bent her head down, followed by her torso.
“Rose, tie her hands together and then the other end to the rail at the head of the bed.”

SMACK, my loose hand coming down on her skirt clad ass.

“I didn’t catch all of that Baby Domme, but I won’t have you talk about Rose like that, unlike some, she’s being a very good girl”

As Rose finishes tying off Baby Domme’s wrists I examine it, neater than if I’d done it myself. I move Baby Domme to lean over the end of the bed, Rose taking out the slack of the rope before tying it as directed.

I loosen my grip, running my hands down Baby Domme’s body, tracing the curve of her hip, down over her thigh, pulling her ankle to one side to fasten a Velcro cuff, leading back to the bed post.
She kicks at me as I grasp her other ankle.
“Oh no, you don’t get another spank that easily’ I say as I encircle her other ankle.

Standing I turn to Rose, “What do you think Rose, with clothes or without?”

She turns to meet Baby Domme’s gaze once more, before turning to me to answer.

“Definitely without.”

“In that case, you’ll find a pair of scissors in the top draw of the cabinet, leave her stockings.”

Baby Domme writhes, testing the strength of her bonds.
“Don’t you dare Rose, that’s my favorite skirt.”

I look at Rose, raising an eyebrow at her hesitation.
“There’s room for two….”

“Sorry Baby Domme, I’m sure we can go shopping for a new one. It’ll be fun.”

” You Bitch, you filthy..”
“Rose, take off your panties and give them to me.” I interject.

Rose, loosens her jeans, leaning away from me as she pulls them to the ground, stepping out of them before sliding her panties down her shapley legs.
“On second thoughts take off the rest as well, its only fair that both of you are naked.”

Theirs something in Rose’s look, like she’s holding something back, but she does as I bid making a show of slipping her seethrough top off, before the second top and her bra.
I catch myself gazing at her breasts, at her naked body, exposed, temptation nearly getting the better of me.

Rose hangs her panties from one finger, like some lingerie Venus.
“You wanted these?” She asks coyly.

“Those and oh so much more, but there’s time for that still. To more immediate matters, gag her with them, I won’t have her running her mouth.”

“Rose” Baby Domme says, somehow turning her name into a threat.

“Too bad” replies Rose as she grips Baby Domme’s face, filling her mouth with the soft fabric.

“Her clothes….?”

Rose moves to the cabinet, retrieving the scissors, eyes widening at the rest of the draw contents. I raise my finger to my lips, shhhhhh.

Rose murmurs quietly as she brushes past, running her hand over the growing wet patch in my jeans.
“You really are a naughty boy, aren’t you?”

“Isn’t that what you here for? Now get those clothes off her.”

Rose works swiftly, methodically, cutting each item precisely. Pulling out the remains, exposing Baby Domme bit by bit, dampness forming in Baby Domme’s panties as Rose removes each piece till only they remain.

I run my finger down the length of the damp patch, Baby Domme whimpering, pressing back against my finger. I open my other hand to Rose, who places the scissors in them.

“Good girl Rose.” I murmur, not taking my eyes off Baby Domme as I draw the cold steel up her thigh, watching as her body responds.

Opening the jaws, slicing throught the filmy material, before repeating it on the other side.
I grasp the remains of her panties, brushing my fingers over her moist slit. Watching her writhe.

Dropping the damp material, I grin openly at Rose as I slide my belt from my jeans. Unbuttoning them and letting them fall to the floor.
“I think its only fair that as playing with my belt got you into trouble, it helps you get out as well. ”
The thick leather creaking as I loop it around my hand.

SMACK………Arghhhhhhh

Baby Domme’s cry swiftly following the impact of the leather on her bare arse.

SMACK…….ARGHHHHH

Again and again, I look over. Rose’s attention is fixed on the red welts forming on Baby Domme’s skin and the obvious wetness of her cunt.

“AHHHHH”
My fingers close tight on Rose’s nipple, tight like the pegs and clips that she loves.
“How wet are you little Rose, do you want to show me how you cum?”

Her voice is low, tinged with arousal.
“Please….”

“Then get up on the bed, take your panties from her mouth and replace them with your cunt. Do you hear me Baby Domme? Every minute it takes you to make Rose cum with that bratty mouth of yours will earn you another stripe.”
Punctuating my sentence with a gasp from Rose as I release her nipple.

I watch as Rose climbs onto the bed, straddling Baby Domme’s arms and pulling her head up and her sodden panties from her mouth.

I mark the time on my watch, eyes flicking between the second hand racing around the face and watching as Rose presses her bare cunt against Baby Domme’s mouth and tongue.

Rose’s moans start quietly, Baby Domme not wasting any time, speaking of which…

SMACK……URGHHHH

Baby Domme’s unsuccessfully covering the moan that rose from her lips.

Rose meanwhile, leans back holding Baby Domme tight to her quivering flesh as her hips start to buck.
This isn’t taking as long as I thought, as I bring the belt down hard.

SMAAAACK…… ARGHHHHHHHH

The sound is muffled by Rose’s cunt, but her reaction isn’t. Hips rising from the bed, straining against her bonds, but not enough to deter her.
Rose’s moans rising, her breasts heaving as her orgasm takes hold. Holding Baby Domme tight to her as each wave of pleasure washes over her.

Rose loosens her grip, lying on the bed, satisfaction covering her face.

I bend down, freeing Baby Domme’s legs.
“Get up on the bed bratty girl and turn over.”

Tied by the wrists, Baby Domme gets her knee up onto the bed, giving me the perfect view of her wet cunt, its tips me over the edge, pulling my T-shirt over my head and dropping my underwear, I grab her from behind, half lifting, half throwing her onto the bed.

I kneel up on the edge, grasping her hips, pushing her further up the bed, gasping as her welts scrape on the disheveled bedding.

“Get those legs open bratty girl, its time for you to give me something other than attitude.”

Our eyes meet and her legs part, once more displaying the pink folds of her wet cunt.
My pre-cum beads on the head of my cock as I close on her, her hands now above her head, exposing her breasts.
I hungrily nip and suck at her nipples, whimpers and hisses issuing from her mouth, culminating in a moan as I slide my cock between the lips of her cunt.

I need more, thrusting hard, deep as the force of my hips drives my cock inside her tight opening.
Her cunt gives, widening to accept me, losing myself in the feeling of burying the entire length of my cock inside her, till I was pressing against her clit.

It was my first mistake……

As I started to withdraw, savouring the tightness of her cunt around my cock, the noises she was making in my ear.

I didn’t notice Rose climbing off the bed, so preoccupied that I didn’t hear the zip on her case, or the sound of the straps being fastened.

I only felt her hands stroking my ankles and calves, failing to hear the Velcro as my cock thrust slowly, rhythmically into Baby Domme’s willing cunt.
I felt her tighten around me, the sound of her orgasm building filling my ears.
I closed my eyes.

My second mistake.

“Oh god, hold my wrists down.” She cooed in my ear.

Then I felt it a presence behind me, Rose climbing onto the bed behind me. Wanting more I surmised, dismissing her.
It was only as the ropes pulled tight around my wrists, binding me to Baby Domme that I realised something was astray.

Baby Domme’s giggle sounded like alarm bells in my ears, my eyes shot open, her expression just like the cat that got the cream. Discovering my legs and arms bound, I did the only thing left to me, I narrowed my eyes, her giggles cutting off as she noticed, eyes going wide as I pounded my cock into her cunt, hard and fast, the base grinding against her clit before I drew back.

Her moans returning, tinged with urgency, need.
I felt Rose place her hands on my hips, urging me deeper, faster, I could feel my own orgasm rising, one of Roses hands dipping to caress my balls nearly took me over the edge.
Gasping with the exertion, it was the cold that struck me, the suddenness as Rose pressed her lubed strap on dildo against the tight bud of my arse, just as I buried my entire length inside Baby Domme.

It halted me instantly,
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Rose?” I demanded.

Her only response, echoing the giggle that rose from the lips beside my ear.

” Its quite simple, if you want to fuck me, you have to fuck Rose….” Baby Domme trailed off into giggles.

I tentatively moved back, feeling Rose press her weight against me, I stopped.
Testing each of my bonds in turn, the realization dawned.

It HAD been too easy.

“This was your plan all along wasn’t it Baby Domme?”

“Uh huh and I know how much you want to fuck my tight little cunt, how much do you want to have Rose fuck your tight little arse?” Baby Domme’s voice thick with satisfaction.

“Did I ever test you my naughtiest fantasy Baby Domme? Rose knows it, don’t you Rose?”

It was Baby Domme’s turn to be surprised.

“Rose?” She asked.

“I told you it wouldn’t work, but you wouldn’t listen, you were to busy trying to get yourself off. You won’t break him this way, in fact you’ve practically given him exactly what he’s always dreamed of. So I slower you’ll just have to lay back and enjoy it, you’re as trapped as he is.”

Rose punctuating her words with my groan as her cock forced its way inside my arse.

“Thank-you Rose, you know I’m not going to last long like this.”

“That’s alright, I’m not going to untie either of you until tonight, that should give you enough time to fuck her into submission. You really shouldn’t have called me a bitch.”

With that I pushed back, drawing my cock from Baby Domme even as I filled myself with Rose’s. Baby Domme’s retort lost in a moan.

The feeling was exquisite, so intense, I returned to the slow rhythm that I’d started with.

It was going to be a week to remember.

Sean’s first sexual encounter was also his first real voyeur client, the virgin experience was always sought after.

A select clientele wanting to relive the anticipation, the apprehension and that first moment as a man enters a woman’s cunt foe the first time.
He’d trained with voyeurs and knew what to expect, whilst the voyeurs consciousness was buffered from his own, as a sub he’d learnt to feel for the resonances that leeched from the voyeur. Taught how to know when the voyeur was enjoying the experience and when he needed to try something else.

He’d also been taught to mask his own inner thoughts, to think in a way that was his and only his, always hidden from the voyeur.

It was here he placed most of his real angst. Only letting a little slip to the top of his conscious mind.
He didn’t know who he was to be paired with, that would be the choice of his voyeur.

As he entered the room he became aware of it, that slightly tight feeling behind his eyes, the shiver down his back, the feeling that indicated the presence of his voyeur. It was confined to these rooms, within this space he wouldn’t be able to hide, the voyeur as much a part of him as any other part.
It would end as he passed back over the threashold, there were no doors, only obscuring fields so the voyeur wouldn’t see any more than what they paid for.

He was alone, he moved through the motions, running his hands over his bare chest, catching the barest hint of approval from his voyeur as his fingertips brushed his nipple.
He stretched, allowing his voyeur to feel each muscle before stroking his semi hard cock.

He’d been instructed to save himself for several days leading up to this moment, at his barest touch this morning his cock had risen to full hardness, his body craving the release that hadn’t been denied in a long time.

Even now, just the thought of masturbating brought him to full hardness, he took several measured strokes, his uncut skin rolling back and forth over the head.
A strong sense of desire, approval and curiosity leaked from the voyeur consciousness.
It surprised him, usually it was men who paid the premium for a man’s virgin fuck, to relive what they perhaps didn’t have or to experience a different set of circumstances.

But not this time, the impression he got was very similar to the first time a woman had watched from within him as he’d masturbated.
It had been one of the other girls from his class, his friend Kira. They’d been partners, watching from within each other as they’d masturbated, feeling every touch, every caress, learning just how and where to touch the other.
It had been expected as they were of the same.age that they’d make a virgin pair for their first coupling.
However as a shapely body was outlined by the obscure screen, Sean quickly hid away his disappointment, forcing instead feelings of anxiety and arousal to reach his voyeur.

As the shape coalesced into the form of a kimono clad woman, Sean felt genuine surprise, this wasn’t what he’d expected, not at all, this would have cost the voyeur a fortune.
Satisfaction radiated from his voyeur as Sean watched as the silk slipped from her shoulders, exposing the glorious flesh underneath.
Scarlett’s dark red hair a stark contrast to Ger pale skin, her nipples already hard, her expression betraying amusement at the shocked expression on Sean’s face.

Scarlett usually serviced a very select clientele, she was one of the longest serving subs, while Sean would be paid for the encounter, she would be paid by the minute.
Sought after as she was Sean had only ever glimpsed her from a distance, he felt embarrassment rising, letting his voyeur see the mental fantasy he’d had of being taught by her, having her take him to the edge of forever before letting his orgasm take hold.

His cheeks felt warm as he addressed her,
“Miss Scarlett, I expected…”
The usual swagger was missing from Sean’s voice, satisfaction once more eminating from his voyeur as he stumbled over the words.

“You expected what? Do I not meet with your approval? Am I not the reason why your stroking the shaft of your cock right now? ” she replied teasingly.

Sean looked down, unconsciously feeling his hand stroking his cock, irritation flooding his mind as his hand jerked away from it.
He quickly returned it, stroking his cock as Miss Scarlett watched.

Sean couldn’t help himself so many times had he pictured her naked body and here she was breasts not overly large, but firm, pert. Leading down her smooth stomach, past her tiny waist to wide flowing hips.
He could feel his orgasm rising, his cock begging for release as she approached.

She looked him straight in the eye, hers deep blue like the ocean staring into his dark brown like freshly tilled earth.
“How about I do that?” She whispers as her hand clasps around his wrist, stilling his hand.
His hips respond, involuntarily thrusting as her hand replaces his, encircling his cock as she leans close whispering once more in her low voice,
“That’s right, just like that, is this how you imagined being with me would be like?”

Mirth flowed from his voyeur as Sean stammered, trying to protest his innocence.

Miss Scarlett arched an eyebrow as she teasingly asked,
“Oh really, you never once thought what it would feel like to have your cock wrapped in my hand, or maybe you only dreamed of my cunt, perhaps my ass?”

Sean was moaning, the sensations rising from his cock were nothing like masturbating, her fingers varying position and pressure as his hips thrust his cock between them.
His arousal evenly matched by that of his voyeur, as Miss Scarlett continued.

“Hmm I think it was my cunt you dreamed of,”
As she said it she moved closer, grasping his cock tightly, drawing the uncovered head down the length of her slit, the copious amount of pre-cum letting him slide easily between her outer lips, from her clit to hold just before the entrance of her cunt.

It was all Sean could do to control himself, the urge to cum warring with the urge to thrust his cock between the moist folds of her cunt.
He could feel his hips pressing forward, the anticipation of his voyeur growing.
But she held his cock fast in a firm grip, rocking her own hips, teasing rubbing his cock all around her slit and over her inner lips.
Her mouth opening to elicit her own moan, in symphony with his own.

Suddenly Sean felt himself falling, Miss Scarlett having locked her leg around his, tripping him, directing his fall onto the bed.

Sean recovered, scooting back up the bed, out of her reach. Make her come to him, he thought, remembering his training.

Her throaty laugh said one thing while her eyes said another, she looked at him like prey, caught in her trap.
Sean considered, taking the respite to form a plan, approval once more flowing from his voyeur.

“Please Miss Scarlett, I need you, uh I mean I want you to take my cock inside you?”
His voice timid and questioning, not quite pleading.

Her eyes gleemed as she replied, climbing onto the bed.
“Well, as you asked so nicely..”

His hands touched her skin, tracing the curves up as she straddled him, one hand on his cock as she positioned him once more between the lips of her cunt.
His hands reached her breasts, gently squeezing as his fingers traced designs over her nipples.

Sensation blossomed warm and wet all around his cock as she lowered her hips, taking his entire length in one slow motion stroke.
Satisfaction radiating from his voyeur as he reveled in the new sensation as she drew herself up, biting her lip as one of his hands trailed to her hip.
Drawn by instinct, urging her motions as his own hips fell into her rhythm.

Their motions slow, intimate, allowing the savouring of every moment.
He could feel the need building, urgency flooding from his voyeur.
Sean drew Miss Scarlett down to his chest, quickly wrapping her in his arms and rolling till he was on top.

Surprise covering her face, as his hands pressed her legs wider apart, before setting his hands to either side of her, savouring the taste of her lips as he began to thrust.

It felt similar, but so different at the same time.
The warmth of her body beneath him, the feeling of her nipples grazing against his chest, her fingers raking down his back, her moans loud in his ears.

He drew on every tip he’d ever received, varying the angle, the length of his stroke, the depth, the frequency. Considering it a victory each time the intensity of her moans rose.

He risked a glance at her eyes, they sparkled as she leant close to his ear.
“Playtimes over”
He felt her contract around him, the intensity of the sensation of each thrust increasing rapidly, his orgasm was inevitable, he thrust as deep and as hard as he could.

His orgasm taking hold in unison with hers, her tight cunt milking the cum from his cock even as it squeezed out between them.

Satisfaction radiating from his voyeur as he rolled onto his side, his cock unleashing a torrent of cum that ran down her thighs as Miss Scarlett raised herself up climbing from the bed, crooking her finger as she headed for the opaque entry.

Sean’s legs didn’t want to work and he stumbled on unsteady legs through the doorway, the voyeur disappearing from his head.

He was brought up short, Miss Scarlett waiting on the other side.
“You weren’t bad for a first timer, your voyeur certainly got their monies worth, if they hadn’t paid for the both of us, there is no way I’d let you pull off that stunt of getting on top. Still you weren’t half bad, you even got me to cum which most of the seasoned guys around here don’t always manage. I recognized most of those tips you must have got, it was fun, but don’t expect it to happen again…though I do have one client who I think would enjoy you…”

With that she turned, wrapping her kimono around herself as his cum continued to run down her legs.

Sean grabbed his robe, Kira wasn’t going to believe this…

This was the only life that Sean had ever known, born into a life where pleasure was considered the pinnacle of indulgence.

His childhood not too dissimilar to the average, he attended school, made friends had loving parents and everything was provided for.
When he came of age his studies changed, as others specialized in engineering, medicine, teaching, he learnt ‘the art’.

Not the arts in the classical sense, though language and the study of beautiful works of art were included. He was taught anatomy, physiology, eastern techniques, massage all with a sole purpose, to provide the most sensual and sexual pleasure that money could buy.

Sean is more than just a prostitute, more than an escort, closer to a traditional courtesan, but trained and kept like a gladiator of Rome.

Colloquially known as a ‘sub’, trained and gene sequenced to be the ultimate man, the best he can be, able to provoke desire in men and women alike, a very rare commodity.
Something that dare not be risked, so that his sexual partners are only ever other ‘subs’.

Together they provide the ultimate pleasure service, the paying customer slipping their consciousness inside, to feel every touch, taste, scent, moan and orgasm as they play out the scripted roles, both subs using their knowledge and experience in a form of contest, to subject the other to more pleasure than they can take, to leave them insensible as the waves of pleasure takes them and their customer.

Officially at least, that is what they do, letting the average person experience perfection in pleasure for a short time, the ultimate act of voyeurism.

But as everything in this world, for a price you can have something more, be more than just a voyeur, instead becoming a ‘dom’.
Having your consciousness become dominant over the subs body, illicit and highly illegal it commands the highest price only few of the uber-rich can afford to indulge.
The sub becoming a voyeur in their own body, while the dom experiences the body of the sub, controlling it.

Ranging from a individual domination to experience the perfect body, to using that body to fulfil your desires.
Some choosing to dominate a sub of the other gender, to experience the other side of sex.

A risky, but lucrative business the sub always having final say over who they allow to take them over, but once they do, they’re only along for the ride….

It was inevitable really, the pleasure industry always being at the forefront of technology.

It was originally designed as a way for doctors to make better diagnosis, a way for them to feel what the patient was feeling. The technology allowed the conscious mind of one to enter the body of another.

Strict limits were designed, regulations made, so that host was always the dominant consciousness but as with all things good intentions are only worth so much…

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Today (Wednesday) is ANZAC day in Australia and New Zealand - our version of Memorial Day.  

Lest we forget.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

Lest we forget.