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by Amira Bradford


  When I arrived at her apartment, she met me at the door in her panties and bra. She told me to come in and strip down to my panties. Jeanine grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to her bedroom and told me to lie on the bed. She already had ropes tied to the four corners in slip nooses so she could easily tie me down. She put my wrists and ankles through the slip nooses and tightened them up so that I was tied spread eagle to her bed. She pulled out her camera and started taking pictures of me in my panties, and completely exposed.

  Jeanine then pulled off her panties and straddled my chest so that she was facing my cock and her pussy was in my face. She pulled out a small paddle and started smacking my balls. I cried out in pain and she slammed her pussy back on my face and started smothering me. Her wet cunt was covering my mouth and my nose had slid into her ass and I was struggling for breath. I felt as if I was going to pass out when she bent forward allowing me to breathe. But this was replaced by her smacking my balls with the paddle again. She repeated the process of smothering and busting my balls for several minutes until she settled for smothering me until she had an orgasm that left her gasping for air.

  Jeanine went to her closet and pulled out an odd looking plastic bottle. It looked like a coke bottle only skinnier that she had cut the bottom off of and had taped a toilet paper roll to it so that it formed a long tube. She untied my ankles and pulled my panties off. She took the end of the toilet paper roll and slid my cock all the way inside so that the head of my cock was now inside of the bottle. She grabbed my ankles and forced my legs over my head, and quickly spun her body around so that she was straddling the backs of my knees. She positioned herself so that the bottle was now inches from my face and I was looking directly up at her pussy.....that powerful pussy that was a symbol of her conquering me. She had easy access to my balls in this position and gently gave them a smack. She took the end of the bottle and forced it to my mouth and told me to open. Her plan had suddenly become clear to me. I shook my head no and forced my lips closed. She grinned and started smacking my balls harder. She told me she wouldn't let up until I opened my mouth. Unable to take any more, I finally opened my mouth and she slid the end of the bottle in. One end of my cock was now in the toilet paper roll that was taped to the bottle that was now in my mouth. Jeanine laughed as she started to stroke my cock. "You're going to eat your own cum, you little bitch." I tried my best to hold back my orgasm, but it was virtually impossible in that position. Looking up at her sexy shaved cunt, I was powerless to her as my cock suddenly began to spasm and my balls started to drain. The first spurt of cum shot straight down the bottle, and into my mouth. I gagged from the taste, but she kept stroking more cum from my cock and I could see it traveling down the bottle and into my mouth. She held me in that position until she had drained my cock and was satisfied that I had swallowed every last drop. When she was done, she told me to get dressed and go back to work.

  I had many visits to her apartment over the next couple of years, and many of those visits yielded the same results. She continued to torment me and use me however she saw fit. Rarely did I have an orgasm that wasn't associated with pain or in my own mouth. It was with sadness and relief when she took a job in another town and moved away. I had grown accustomed to being her bitch and I was turned on by her tormenting and humiliating me. She would continue to black mail me on occasion, whenever it suited her needs. I would occasionally get an email instructing me to put on panties and email her a picture, and one time she made me jerk off with icy hot and email her the pictures as proof. But the emails started to come with less frequency and eventually not at all.

  After a couple of years, I got a phone call from her out of the blue. I was shocked to hear her voice. She had another slave and had a special treat in store for him. She was going to make him suck a cock. She told me that I still belonged to her, so I was going to be the one to get my dick sucked by another guy. I was horrified at the thought, but Jeanine told me that she had a ton of pictures of me and that I had better do as she said. She told me she could easily post those pictures to one of the many sites online that catered to men wearing panties, or caught jerking off, or eating their own cum. I had no choice but to agree. She told me that they were going to come and stay in my hotel, and that is where it would take place.

  Leading up to the date, Jeanine sent me a package with a new pair of panties and a note instructing me to wear them for when they arrived. I was nervously anticipating the day, and it soon arrived. I waited at work until late for them to check-in, but eventually decided to head home as they had not yet arrived. The following morning, I had an email from Jeanine. It instructed me to come up to her room at 10:00 that morning and to have my panties on. At 10:00 sharp, I left my office and headed to her room.

  Jeanine met me at the door and invited me in. I nervously asked her where the guy was, noting the closed bathroom door, but she told me that he bailed at the last minute. She decided to come anyways so that she could have some fun with me. I was instructed to strip down to my panties and get on the bed. She tied me to the bed and proceeded to bust my balls and smother me. She rode my face to orgasm and then untied me. She pulled a chair up and told me to sit down. She tied my hands behind the chair and tied my ankles to the legs. She pulled my cock out of the side of my panties and started stroking it. She asked me if I wanted to cum and I begged her to let me. "You can come out now, Jim", she called. I was shocked and didn't quite know what was going on. This guy steps out of the bathroom and walks over to us. She puts her hand on his cock and starts stroking it and I'm shocked at how huge it is. She looked down at my cock, and made comment that she was aware of how much smaller mine was. I was nervous as I anticipated what was about to come. I had never imagined allowing a guy to suck my cock. It didn't turn me on at all. But Jeanine had another surprise in mind for me. Sensing my puzzled look, she said "Not to worry, George. Jim isn't going to be sucking your cock. I decided that you are going to suck his. Now open your mouth and take that big fat cock in". I felt all of the blood drain from my face as I realized she wasn't joking. I also knew that I was tied up and completely vulnerable and could do nothing to prevent what was about to happen. Jeanine went to her purse and pulled out her camera. She reached down and squeezed my balls, and again told me to open my mouth. Unable to take the pain any longer, I opened my mouth and Jim stuck his fat cock in. Jeanine squealed with laughter and started snapping pictures of me sucking his cock. She told me I better make him cum or else these pictures would definitely be posted on the internet.

  Not knowing what else to do, I sucked Jim for all that I had. Partly because I didn't want those photos to ever be posted anywhere, and partly to get it over with as quickly as possible. Jeanine grabbed the back of my head and pumped me back and forth on his cock. I was gagging as his big dick slid further down my throat. Jim finally shot his load and Jeanine held me there until I swallowed every last drop. She took a few more pictures of me and then took my cock in her mouth and sucked me off to an incredible orgasm.

  Jeanine and Jim disappeared into the bathroom and I could hear them taking a shower. I struggled to get free, but eventually gave up. After about 20 minutes, they both came out and she told Jim to load up the car as they were leaving. When he left the room, she walked over to her bag and pulled something out. It was a piece of Styrofoam that was about 4 inches square and about a quarter of an inch thick with a smaller hole cut in the middle. She looked down at my now limp cock and smiled. She grabbed my balls and pulled them through the hole and then used her finger to poke my cock through so that my cock and balls were now sticking through the hole. She bent down and started to suck on my cock. Even though I had had an orgasm a short while ago, it didn't take long for my cock to swell to a full erection. As my cock grew in her mouth, I could feel the hole tightening around my cock and balls. She continued to suck me off for about another 10 minutes. Just as I was about to cum again, she stopped, leaving my hard cock pulsing in mid air.

  Jeanine smiled as she go
t the last of her things together. She pulled a pair of her panties out of her bag and shoved them in my mouth and secured it with a piece of duct tape. "I'm going to loosen your ropes slightly so that you have a chance to get free. If you don't, I suppose one of your housekeepers will find you. I'm going to let the front desk know that we will be staying another night, however we really aren't. I would say that your cock is swollen enough to where you won't be able to lose your erection at this point. You probably have about 4 hours or so before permanent damage will be done. " She kissed me on the forehead and walked out the door.

  I struggled with the ropes and looked down at my trapped cock that was now starting to turn purple. Panic was setting in as I knew I had to get free before someone found me like this. After about 3 hours, I finally got my hands free and was able to break the Styrofoam off of my now black cock. The blood started to circulate and I was thankful that no permanent damage was done.

  I haven't seen Jeanine since that day. She did send me an email once asking me if I had seen the pictures. I knew she had posted them somewhere online. It was her style and I wouldn't have expected anything less from her. Honestly, I couldn't blame her if she did. I continue to search the internet for the photos that I know she posted and could still blackmail me with to this day. She still holds me under her power. I long for her humiliation and torture. I long to see her powerful pussy over top of me....dominating me....as she makes me swallow my own load.

  The End.

  Emma’s Rules

  I looked up at Emma's beautiful body, marveling at its perfection. She is athletic and toned with pert B-cup breasts which were quivering. Her face is heart-shaped and crowned with thick ash-blond hair cut to a medium length. Her eyes were closed, and her pink lipped mouth was open. I let my gaze travel down her smooth creamy flesh noting the trimmed line of her pubic hair. God I was going to miss her!

  My cock was thick and hard inside her, as I lay on my back. She paused and opened her eyes, looking down at me.

  'John, I gotta say something.'

  'Okay, but quick or I'll come!'

  'You can slow down.'

  'I'll try.'

  'You must promise me, that while I'm away...'

  'Yes?' Just then I would promise her anything.

  'While I'm away, you wont bring any other girls home!'

  'Oh. Okay.'

  'And your cock isn't allowed into any other pussy!'

  'Okay.'

  'You must promise!'

  'Okay, I promise!'

  'And you must be nice to my mum!'

  'Okay, whatever you want.'

  She leaned down and gave me a big passionate kiss.

  'Now fuck me!'

  With that she began riding me, moving up and down my cock, and gasping. Her eyes were closed again, as I pushed hard into her.

  'Oh, oh, oh... that's good...oh oh!'

  It was a really nice hard fuck, it felt like it could go on forever. I am not sure how many times Emma came, but my last was a glorious explosion.

  At last we lay back entwined together, falling into sleep.

  * * * * * * *

  Emma and I are both research students, at the local university. Well it is her local, but it is far away from my parents' home. She and I are both 23 years old. Since we became an item I have moved in with her. As she lives at home, that means sharing the house with her mum. It is great for me because not only do I get to be with Emma, but also it is rent-free.

  The problem arose when Emma was given this fabulous opportunity to spend 6 months doing her research at another university. All expenses paid. The trouble was it was in Australia, the other side of the world! Well she could hardly refuse it.

  Emma's mum Jane and I had returned from seeing Emma off at the airport. It was quite an emotional business. We had traveled in Jane's Mercedes. She is a wealthy widow, and her house is large and well appointed. Emma's dad had died suddenly 4 years ago, and it had taken them a while to get over it.

  Jane looks a lot like Emma. She has the same thick ash blond hair, although hers is if anything more luxuriant than her daughter's. She is slim and elegant with delicate wrists and ankles. Her face is perfectly symmetrical, with a demure mouth and a twinkle in her eyes. At 42 she looks at least 10 years younger, as she takes care to stay healthy, fit and trim.

  Although we got on perfectly well together it was not clear that I was going to be able to stay on the same rent-free basis if I wasn't there to be with Emma. It was tricky. I resolved to be as nice as possible and to make myself useful, by helping all I could. I would see if I could make myself indispensable!

  My first effort in that direction was to offer to help with the grocery-shopping trip planned for that afternoon. So I accompanied Jane to the supermarket, carried stuff, wheeled the trolley and loaded the car. She seemed to like having me in tow, and at her beck and call.

  Before returning we stopped off at a coffee shop for cappuccinos. Jane was wearing an elegant floral dress, with a kind of Audrey Hepburn line to it. She looked quite classy.

  'Well John,' said Jane, 'what are we going to do with you? I suppose you'd like to stay on until Emma returns.'

  'Well, yes I would, if that is possible.'

  Jane was about to reply when a figure loomed behind her and spoke to me. It was a guy I worked with at the university.

  'Hey man, how's it going?'

  'Oh it's okay.. eh good really.'

  'Sorry to hear that Emma has gone. Still Australia- hey it's a great opportunity.'

  'Yeah, it is.'

  'And who is this? Let me guess. Oh I can see now. It is Emma's sister. Didn't know she had a sister.'

  'Well actually, it's...'

  'Got to rush man. See you back at work.' And he left in a flurry.

  I smiled wanly at Jane.

  'Sorry about that! He's a bit uncouth!'

  She smiled.

  'Well its nice to be mistaken for Emma's sister. At my age you need complements like that.'

  'I am sure you must get them all the time.'

  She smiled again. I think she liked being flattered. It had certainly put her in a better mood.

  'We were talking about you, and if you were going to stay on.'

  'Yes, I'm happy to contribute, you know, around the house and stuff.'

  'I could certainly do with some help. I'll give it some thought.'

  'Thank you.'

  'Don't thank me to soon! You haven't heard what I'm going to require from you.' She smiled to herself rubbing her hands together, the prospect seemed to amuse her.

  As she drove us home she was humming to herself and was obviously much happier than she had been earlier in the day. I unloaded the groceries for her when we arrived, musing over her remarks. She employed a cleaner so it wasn't basic housework she was expecting. I wondered what she was going to require of me.

  I found out a bit more later that day. She announced that she was going out for the evening. I was to clear up the kitchen. And there was a basket of laundry to be sorted through. Some stuff was mine, some was Emma's and some was hers. She thought I knew were everything was kept, so I should have no difficulty in putting it away.

  Well, I suppose clearing the dishes in the kitchen was the kind of thing I had expected. But putting away the laundry was not what I had anticipated. Nonetheless I got on with it. I put the clothing into three piles, and then did the easy stuff first. I knew where all mine went and I had a pretty good idea about Emma's. The remainder had to be Jane's.

  I took it into her bedroom. It is a stylish and well appointed room with a large bed, a dressing table, a desk and an armchair, not to mention a luxurious en-suite bathroom. And of course there were closets and chests of drawers to put things away in. A lot of her stuff was unremarkable and easy to locate- hanging up skirts and dresses and so forth. But her underwear gave me pause for thought. It was variously colored, a lot of it black or plum colored, and frilly or lacey. There were half cup bras, and high leg knickers. And there were thongs!
As I imagined her wearing them she began to seem like one very sexy lady!

  Of course once I had put them away I had no excuse for looking through other drawers. But I thought what the hell I'm here on my own and curious, so it would do no harm to just have a quick look. So I did.

  Well in one drawer I found basques, suspenders belts and teddies, all black or plum colored. And in another there were sex toys- vibrators, a rabbit and what I imagined was a butt-plug! And a horse crop! Wow.

  I thought I had better stop, as I was becoming quite aroused by what I was imagining Jane's doing. But I did have a look in the desk drawer. There was a photography album, with pictures of Jane, mostly conventional ones of holidays and so forth. But I had just found ones of Jane in a skimpy bikini, when I heard the door opening. A quick glimpse was all I needed to see what a beautiful sexy lady she is. I put it away quickly, and scampered down stairs.

  Jane was in the hallway, hanging up her jacket. She was wearing a black blouse and a tight black skirt which came to mid-thigh. Her legs were covered by flesh colored stockings and she had on black high heels.

  "Hi Jane,' I said cheerily, 'pleasant evening?'

  "Yeah it was okay. Saw some good friends.'

  'Can I get you anything?'

  'Hmm, a whisky would be good.'

  'Okay.'

  'Bring the decanter, and a glass for yourself too. I shall be in the sitting room.'

  'Water, or soda?"

  'No, neat is best!'

  She was lounging on the settee, as I put the glasses on the coffee table and poured out our drinks. Her skirt rode up. She has sexy legs!

  She took a reasonable swallow from her glass, drinking half of it. Then she reached for her bag and took out a pack of cigarettes. She lit one for herself and offered them to me.

  'No thanks.'

  'You don't smoke?'

  'Only very occasionally.'

  'Hardly anyone does these days. And when I am driving I can hardly have more than one drink.'

  She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

 

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