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anildutt

16-12-2009, 06:06 AM

Hi sir ,
i hope you are enjoy my sex story

Her hands were trembling as she prepared for his arrival. She had never kept anything from Him. And now contemplating her fate she wasn’t sure what to do. She knew his temper; she knew he would never tolerate another touching her flesh, not since she had given herself to Him. She never intend things to go this far, it was simply a diversion during his long absences. The computer seemed like such a safe place to explore her fantasies when He was away from her. Damn his job that could take him away for a week or more at a time.
The interactive play had fueled more than one orgasm for her. She would often relive the things He would do to her as she told her electronic friend. She almost felt his caresses or his tortures as she typed the descriptions into the window. When the invitation came to meet him for a drink, she was surprised. She had no idea he was even in the same state as her let alone the same small town. Her immediate response was “NO, this was all she would or could have with him, and even that sometimes felt as a betrayal to her Master. But slowly he wore away her excuses and her resolution. Soon she was asking His permission to meet her online friend for drinks. What she didn’t divulge was what she had discussed with her secret friend. He encouraged her to have friends, knowing all to well she kept to herself way too much. Since He had come into her life He had become her center. It was natural the way she sought to find ways to pleasure Him, to make His life more comfortable. Hadn’t she said that a woman was made for the comfort of man, for Him to find His release and gratification in her? After all even the word placed “man” within a “woman”. She didn’t need anything or anyone else as long as He chose her.
When she finally agreed to meet the stranger at the other keyboard she felt a chill. Brushing aside the feelings she noted the time and place he typed to her. It wasn’t far a few miles outside of town, a small lounge attached to a summer resort. It certainly wouldn’t be busy now with the weather turning unpredictably cold. She dressed modestly, after all there conversations she didn’t want him to get the idea she was available for anything more than discussions and an occasionally interactive tryst. She applied her makeup as if she were going to church with the exception of her eyes. There was her one vane streak. Her Master more than once had commented on her eyes. Telling her they grew smoky when she climaxed. He always made her stare into his eyes as she took His cock in her mouth and down her throat. He could see her submission in her eyes. It was a submission of her very soul to Him.
She walked into the lounge, dimly lit and very private. Looking around finding herself to be the only occupant besides the bartender she took a stool. The bartender a sultry redhead came with a cocktail napkin and a smile. She ordered a glass of the house white and straightened her skirt as she sat. It would never have entered any ones mind what she was capable of behind closed doors. Sitting there she looked like a misplaced office clerk. Her black skirt came just above her knees, the white blouse crisp and buttoned almost to her throat. The only thing that might give her away was the shoes she had chose to wear. She indulged herself when she slid her feet into the 5” heels and buckled the cuffs around her ankles. When He had come into her life she had rid her wardrobe of pants of any style, knowing that he preferred her to be in dresses and skirts; feminine and open to Him at anytime. She glanced around noticing besides the bar stools there were large curving booths that offered as much privacy as anything could in a public place. When the bartender returned with her wine she nodded to one of the corner booths, as she glanced over all she saw was his hand, certainly more feminine than she had imagined.
Suddenly hit with nerves she fidgeted, slowly rising and walking back to the booth. No wonder the hand appeared feminine it was. When she reached the booth she was met by a smiling woman dressed not unlike her. She rose and offered her hand explaining that she was Mr. T’s assistant; he was detained in a meeting but didn’t want to postpone the meeting and sent her to keep her company until he arrived. She graciously accepted the hand and the explanation she slid into the booth. They made small talk for the next twenty minutes. Nothing at all lead she to believe the woman thought her anything more than a business associate. As she raised her glass to take the last sip of wine in it she found her arm heavy, it was hard to even lift the glass. Looking across the table her vision blurred. As she felt herself slipping sideways down into the booth the bartender approached. The smile was now almost a wicked grin. “Worked like a charm, didn’t it. He will be so pleased.” The two women looked at the sleeping woman. The bartender walked to the door flipping the sign and the lock. Back to the table the two women hoisted her between them. They half walked half drug the sleeping woman along thru the back hallway.
Slowly waking, with a throbbing in her temples, she brings her hand to her eyes to rub away the sleep. She was startled awake when she found herself securely bound. Shaking her head in the darkness she remembered the meeting. What had happened, where was she now? Her arms where stretched outward from her body. At least her legs were free, not that she could go anywhere, but if need be she might be able to do some damage. They must have been watching, knowing she was awake. They approached from behind the sofa she was bound to. A blindfold slipped over her eyes as a ball gag was pulled tight into her mouth. Unprepared she did nothing to resist, what could she have done. A hand, this one not so feminine, rough, a bit calloused rubbed down the side of her throat, she turned her head trying to pull from the touch as if she could. The hand reaches her collar, slides inside roughly over her breast, squeezing and kneading.
There is a click, as something cold, sharp and metallic slides against her cheek. She freezes, a knife, not a knife. It’s the only thing that could send terror enough thru her to stop her struggle. A muffled snicker, the knife trails down her neck softly and slips down the blouse snapping the buttons off as it goes. The cool air slips into her blouse as her chest heaves. Her breathing comes rough and ragged with fear. The knife slides carefully between her bra and her skin. It slices thru the fabric setting her breasts free. Everything stops. She feels her heart pounding. What is happening, what will happen…..? A leather strap is looped around each breast, being cinched tight her breasts ache. She feels her nipples being tugged as they are sucked into vials one at a time. Too scared to feel the sensations she welcomes from her Master. Once each nipple is drawn fully into the vials he thumps them, sending a wave of pain into each one. A tear slides down her cheek. She is scared. But more than anything she feels the betrayal. Will He still want her when He finds what she has allowed to happen? He has told her more than once she is His, that only His hand may touch her bare skin. She has respected this even to the point where she never touched her own skin. When she bathed she always used a cloth or a loofah never allowing her hand to come into contact with her own body. She applied lotion to herself in the same manner. And now she has allowed another man to touch what is His. She is unworthy of Him.
Lost in her thought’s she doesn’t struggle as leather thigh cuffs spread her open and exposed as they are cinched to the wrist restraints. The skirt becomes a hindrance and he cuts it easily away with the knife. Her body has betrayed her. She wet, how could she be wet, she’s far from aroused. His fingers caress her slit. He sniffs the wetness on his fingers and licks them, smiling, she always tastes so sweet. Pulling her lips open he snaps a butterfly clip on each side, easily tying them off to the thigh cuffs. There she is spread open nothing left to interfere with penetration of whatever he may choose. Her clit is drawn into a third vial as he pumps the suction. She can’t help but moan as she feels like it is being stretched and torn from her. There is pressure at the opening of her cunt. It penetrates her easily. He pumps it in and out of her, and then leaves it deep within her, a couple of squeezes and its inflated stretching the walls inside her. A twist and a tug on the vial attached to her clit and then a buzz as the inflated vibe lodged deep within her comes into a life of its own. It begins to pulse. She feels her body responding. Trained to respond to sensations she can’t control herself. Her hips begin to rock.
Lube being drizzled over her tight bud has her contracting even more. A slim dildo slid up her ass. Her head is pressed tight into the back of the sofa. She knows that she will cum whether she wants to or not. The gag is pulled from her mouth and replaced with his cock as he mounts her face. His cock is stroking in and out of her, down into her throat. Unprepared she gags, the muscles contracting around his cock making him moan and he forces himself deeper, fucking her face. She thinks she will suffocate. His pounding cock is relentless, not allowing her time to catch a breath before it is back deep blocking her windpipe. And just as it started it stops abruptly. She feels the suction being released from the vials on her nips. As one is removed his mouth covers the nipple greedily sucking the tender extruded nip. A bite sends her over the edge and her body trembles as she whimpers and cums.
He moves to the other nipple and repeats his treatment. Her body continues to serge. As he releases the vacuum from her clit she knows she hasn’t felt anything quite like it before, the pain and the pleasure. She’s lost to it. As her body heaves the vibe is removed from her cunt and the dildo from her ass. She trembles, bound and exposed on the sofa. It is then he stands before her letting loose his hot stream of cum over her body. Watching it slide from her face down her tits. His sperm coats her well exposed crotch as well. When he’s thru he turns and leaves the room. She is too lost in her own throbbing body to hear the door close behind him.
She is roused to a semi conscious state when she feels hot tongues greedily licking his jism from her body. This starts a whole new set of feelings. They loosen her bindings knowing she is incapable of movement on her own at the moment. When they have cleaned the last drop from her she feels cold water being thrown on her. The shock brings her back to reality. She struggles to cover herself. “Dress as you can whore and leave.” The door shuts behind them as they leave her alone in the room. Weeping she gathers her clothing the best she can to herself. She stumbles to the door, squinting in the light she looks for her car. Thank goodness the parking lot is empty. She rushes to the car locking the doors when she crawls in. Bent over the steering wheel she weeps. She has destroyed the only meaning she has in her life; the gift of herself to Him.
She drives home. Once home she showers, the hot water is the only thing turned on. It burns her skin, leaving her red. She scrubs at herself with the loofah trying to erase there touches. Her skin is raw and red when she finally turns the water off. Its gone cold she has been in so long. She makes her way to her bed and crawls in. She wants to lose herself in sleep, praying she will wake and it will have been a nightmare. As she finally drifts into sleep the phone rings... She looks at the caller id... it’s Him, she wants to die. She clears her mind and answers. It’s been two weeks, He is coming in an hour, and she has to prepare for Him.
Let me know if I should continue, lol, or seek a new hobby.
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As preparation time goes he had allowed her very little. Thankfully she was scrubbed clean already on the outside that left a little inside preparation to be done and the finishing touches. Trying to block the earlier happenings from her thoughts, she concentrated on doing the things she knew he required. She brushed her hair until it gleamed and pulled it into a ponytail. He sometimes liked it loose about her shoulders but when he did he would pull the tie from it himself, running it thru his fingers. As she prepared her hair she was hoping the water heater had kicked it in high gear and at least warmed the water, otherwise her next preparations might be a bit less comfortable. She filled the bottle and screwed the nozzle on. Squatting over the bidet she slid the nozzle into her pussy, squeezing the bottle letting the luke warm water wash into her. She repeated the process a few times wanting to be fresh with no traces of what had come earlier. Next she knelt and slid the enema tube into her, releasing the valve the luke warm water cause her a little discomfort as it filled her. While taking in the water she let herself ponder her situation. She couldn’t live with a lie between them and not telling Him would be a lie of omission. Her greatest fear was of losing Him should she tell Him. She would gladly endure anything He would do to her for allowing what had happened but if He chose to walk away she didn’t know if she could find anything left of herself to continue.
She couldn’t think of Him choosing to leave, she would have to beg His forgiveness, throw herself on His mercy. Trust that they shared a bond that would endure any transgression. After finishing her internal cleansings she let the warm water of the bidet stream against her. Rising she turned to the mirror, pulling her cosmetic bag from the drawer. Lining her eyes she hoped that what she was applying was waterproof because no doubt later there would be tears whether of pain or pleasure was yet to be determined. A sweep of dark color over her lids and a coating of mascara to her lashes and she was done. Walking to her closet she pondered what would He want from her, brazen red, demure white, sultry black? She didn’t feel she could bear putting on the pure white when she felt so soiled now. She settled upon the black. She first put on the black lace demi cup bra that exposed the tops of her nipples, adjusting and tucking as needed. Next she donned the lace that posed as panties, if there was enough fabric to consider them such. Sitting on the end of the bed she smoothed the stocking up her legs fastening the tops to the matching garter belt. The shoes… looking in her closet she knew that He liked her in something tall and sexy and given His choice toeless. She took out the Lucite platforms, 6” with the little rhinestone anklet ties, that might help ease her into His good graces. Walking to the dresser she scented her hair with His favorite perfume.
One last trip to the closet produced a sheer short wrap around robe. Now that she was prepared she had barely enough time to pull out the toys. Laying each in its place on the dresser, she knew He had an order He liked things to be in. Whether He used one or all of them He wanted them in their place so He had but to reach and what He wanted was in His hand. She lovingly stroked each item as she set them out, not knowing if it might be the last time she had contact with any of them. Toys laid out she lit the candles in the room and walked out of the bedroom closing the door softly behind her. Next to the disc player, making sure the order of His cd’s was to His liking, she pushed play and felt more than heard the music fill the room. Walking to the kitchen she opened the refrigerator, his favorite water was in place chilled on the shelf. Opening the crisper drawer she took out the tuberous root. Selecting a medium sized finger, she began peeling the ginger carefully. She placed the prepared root in a bowl of cool water and carried it to the table in the dining room. Glancing at the clock she had only five minutes to wait. Pouring him a glass of water over ice and adding a slice of lemon and one of lime she set it beside the bowl in the dining room. She crossed to the door and unlocked and chained the door and assumed her position, kneeling, waiting for his arrival. Her thighs were parted wide, her back arched, shoulders back, hands resting on her thighs palms open and up. Her eyes were of course looking downward, until she was given permission she would not look into His, and for once she counted that as a blessing.

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