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Miraculously, I didn’t let my doubts and fears over my cravings consume me. I simply surrendered to them and to her. For once, I accepted that I was wired differently than the people I surrounded myself with every day. If my friends, my family, my peers even suspected, they would be shocked and outraged, or so I imagined. None of that mattered. All that mattered was that Mrs. Vandermeer understood. Not only did she understand, but she encouraged and celebrated what and who I was. Bizarre as it might seem, tied up as I was, naked and helpless, I felt free.“Yes, Mistress,” I answered breathlessly, already feeling the stirrings of something primal within me, something stronger than mere lust. I felt the wet trickle of anticipation creeping along the insides of my quivering thighs as I gazed at her, wondering what she had planned. Pain and pleasure, knowing her. After all, she grasped that I needed both. Yes, I belonged to her, at least in this moment, heart and soul.There were no more words, at least for a while. They weren’t needed. Not that it was silent. The lack of verbal communication allowed other sounds to fill the air. The rasp of my breath, broken occasionally by a tortured whimper. The soft creak of the pulley that held me in place every time I shifted my weight. The sound of her step, soft as it was, as she ducked under my outstretched arm so that she was behind me, out of my vision completely, allowing my imagination to take over. Oh, and the things I imagined shamed me as desire rose within me like turbulent floodwaters.My gasp of surprise seemed louder in the near silence as she rested her chin upon my shoulder and encircled my waist with one arm, her hand pressing against my bladder, her lips brushing against my ear.“Hold it in.”I understood, almost instantly, what she meant as I felt her pressing harder, my need to pee reasserting itself with a fierce intensity. Gritting my teeth, my eyes squeezing shut, I willed myself not to disappoint her, my muscles tightening in resistance. I knew, with a certainty, that I was going to lose the battle, but I vowed to fight the growing need for as long as I could.“That’s a good girl,” she praised me, the pressure growing as I felt her pressing against the small of my back, allowing her to push harder.I groaned, my hands clenching into fists, which uncurled as quickly, fingers splayed in midair.“Can’t,” I managed, barely getting the word out before she slid her hand between the crevices of my cheeks and pressed against my anus.“Control, Miss Spencer,” she growled softly moments before sinking her teeth into the meat of my shoulder.I Küçükköy escort bayan let out a sharp cry, more surprise than pain, and almost lost what little control I had, my muscles trembling as I squeezed as hard as I could.“Naughty little piss slut,” Mrs. Vandermeer chuckled, continuing to press her hand against my tummy, ignoring my whimpers as I fought to hold it in, knowing how good it would feel to let go. Almost orgasmic, I imagined.“Your naughty little piss slut,” I whispered, shivering as her teeth brushed against my neck, helpless to do more than writhe in my bonds as she ran her tongue over my throat, her bite mark still throbbing noticeably, shivering as she began running her nails down my back, starting at the shoulders, her touch soft and sensuous at first, but growing harsher until she was raking them down my flanks, leaving a trail of pain in their wake and me gasping and breathless – until my concentration broke and I felt a gentle stream of urine trickling from my throbbing cunt.“No,” I moaned, much to her amusement, as she reached for her phone and filmed me as piss began streaming from between my thighs, splashing against the floor and my feet. It was, truly, nearly orgasmic and, once I’d started, I lost myself in the feeling, crying out softly as she caught everything on film, once again, making a show of hitting ‘send’ while tears of humiliation slid from my eyes, surprised as she tenderly kissed my cheeks, her palms gently framing my face until I was done.“It’s okay, baby. No tears. If you’d like, I can put a stop to this. You can put a stop to this with one word.”I mulled it over for a moment, trying to clear my mind and decipher what I wanted. Eventually, I lifted my chin and gazed deep into her eyes, my voice quivering with lust.“Please don’t stop, Mrs. Vandermeer.”Chuckling, she kissed me on the lips, her smile reaching her eyes for a moment before disappearing behind a cruel mask as she circled behind me once more.“Beg me, Kitty,” she growled softly in my ear as she rested her chin on my shoulder, her arms encircling my waist.My heart skipped a beat, instinctively knowing what she wanted to hear. Or maybe it was had nothing to do with her desire, but rather my own. Maybe it was what I wanted.“Hurt me, Abby-““Mistress Abby,” she said sinking her claws into my tender ass until I cried out, jerking against my bonds uselessly.“Mistress Abby,” I finally managed. She relented, chuckling softly before kissing the ridge of my ear.“I will have you properly trained yet, slut. Now, you were asking?”My face Escort Mecidiyeköy burning with humiliation and lust, I tried again.“I want you to… hurt me. Mistress? Please?”It sounded pathetic, but then, it was. I didn’t care.“Anything else, slut?” she teased, letting her hands slide down my quivering tummy until they rested on my mound, finger tips mere millimeters away from my cunt.“I want to cum for you.”“For us, Shannon.”“Us?” I breathed, eyes going wide with apprehension.“Say it, baby.”“You and Greg?”“Yes,” she replied, her voice so low that it barely registered.I let out a low moan, my imagination running wild, visions of the two of them circling me like predators, wielding crops, striking out without warning, pain flaring through me until I couldn’t take it anymore and climaxed before both of them; Mrs. and Mr. Vandermeer.“No, please don’t make me,” I whispered, but my body had already betrayed me, or should I say my pussy had. I could sense drops of pearlescent arousal forming like dewdrops on my cunt lips.“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to make you. Before I’m done with you, though, you’re going to beg me, seeing as it’s the only way I’m going to allow you to come. The alternative is to be sent away wanting, knowing that even when you’re at home, you won’t be allowed relief.”Thankfully, she didn’t wait for a reply.The crop was a cruel tool. The feel of its flat leather head was cool and gentle when she stroked it over my naked flesh. She used it to lull me into a state of pleasure, stroking everywhere; along my calves, my arms, along my flanks, my ass, breasts, belly, back, the insides of my thighs, my mound… I simply closed my eyes and enjoyed it, forgetting myself until she struck it against my nipple, pain blazing through me as my eyes flew open and I cried out. She hadn’t held back, either. Already I could see a red, flag shaped mark appear on my pale breast.Wordlessly she began to tease me again with gentle strokes. This time, however, it merely heightened my anticipation. In other words, I nervously awaited the next blow.This time, she marked my ass cheek, causing me to jerk at my bonds uselessly, almost losing my balance. The thought of what that would feel like against my scalp sobered me.“More, Miss Spencer?” she asked, her smile beatific in its cruelty.Not knowing how to answer, I simply turned my eyes towards her, hoping she’d see the answer in their depths. Laughing, she struck me again, the flat edge landing against my wet, puffy lips, the edge striking my throbbing clit. This time I let out a short scream, tears Merter escort running down my cheeks. I’d never imagined anything could hurt as much as it did. Worse, as she began running the smooth head of the crop soothingly up and down my slit, I found myself hoping she’d do it again.“Such a delightful little girl,” Abby remarked with a smirk, smacking the inside of my thigh, this time softly. I moaned in relief, thankful for the respite.“Greg doesn’t like hurting his pets, Kitty. Not like I do. He plays a different kind of game with them. It’s more for his pleasure than theirs. I do this-”She struck against my flank, just beneath the pit of my underarm.“Because I know it brings you pleasure.”Pausing to put the crop aside, she moved closer, her lips almost touching mine, and smiled as she cupped my pussy, stroking it, smearing my juices over my lips and clit and mound until I was writing in my bonds.“Just as I know that sucking my husband’s cock until he comes all over your pretty face will bring you pleasure.”“No,” I whispered shakily.“No?” she replied softly, her eyes boring into mine. “You sure about that?”I thought of the fantasies I’d been having about being taken by Abby’s husband lately, and felt myself blushing, my cheeks growing heated. This time, I simply shook my head, much to her amusement.“Would it help if I was doing this-“She pushed her fingers into me, curling them upwards, and began to stroke my outer wall from within.“Oh, god, please,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as I began to rock my hips, doing my best to hump her fingers, despite my bondage.“Remember, baby. No matter how close you come, I’m not going to let you find any release. I’m going to simply keep you on the edge for as long as I want.”It should be no surprise that, eventually, I ‘broke’. Yes, it was because of the pain, but not because I wanted her to stop. I thought I would go mad if I wasn’t allowed to climax soon.“Good girl,” she said, kissing me on the cheek, before stepping back and taking another photo, sending that like she had all the others. “First, let’s get you cleaned up,” she told me, her voice gentle, if stern, as she untied me, taking me in her arms so that I wouldn’t collapse to the floor, holding me, her hands soothing as she helped me to sit, before massaging my limbs. Tilting my chin up, she regarded me carefully.“What I told you before, Shannon, was part of the play. I want you to know that, if you’re not comfortable with this, we’ll simply call it a night.”Biting my lip, I nodded my understanding, pausing as I searched deep down inside myself. In the end, I simply shrugged shyly, staring at the floor as I shook my head.“I want this. I’m just a little nervous is all. And scared.”It was another one of those moments when she let her warmth shine through, taking me in her arms and holding me tenderly, her soft lips pressed against my temple until I got my felt myself calm.

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