+++++Part 1 - Jemima Waits for her Punishment.
The bedroom is big, with stripped, polished floors covered with large, expensive, rugs in geometric yellows and greys. The large bay windows are slightly open and a gentle morning breeze flicks across the massive, richly-embroidered, curtains. Up against one cream-coloured wall, the bed is also on a grand scale - enormous in fact - with steel-grey bedhead and frame of smooth wrought-iron. With its many soft pillows and cushions it looks exactly like a bed in which you could stretch out and luxuriate, a bed well suited for a girl to spend long, inventive, hours lying there, cradled in the arms of her boyfriend, eagerly exploring more and more ways to make love to him...
At this particular moment, however, the bed is empty. Standing where I have been left, in the middle of the room, my eyes are drawn to the full-length, free-standing mirror next to one of the twin armchairs. My reflection in the glass sends a thrill of excitement through my groin once more, reminding me of similar sensations earlier this morning. It had been then, kneeling on the floor of this lovely bedroom, that I had been so naughty - so deliberately disrespectful to my master - that I had ended up standing here alone like this, able to do nothing except look at my plight in the mirror and contemplate the punishment to come.
I try to ease the discomfort in my shoulders, but succeed only in making myself even more aware of my hands and arms, tied helplessly behind my arching back.
The mirror allows me to enjoy the sight: the smooth, nylon-sheathed outline of my body under my new patterned body-tight, sheer black mesh covering me completely from titties to toes save for the wickedly-placed cut-out panel, under my crotch and up over my rear. This audacious cut-away leaves nothing to the imagination - curving up from the open crotch to reveal my bottom, temptingly exposing the entire shadowy cleft between my bumcheeks. The delicate leaf pattern of the bodystocking rises up to a line above my breasts, held in place by a single thin strap over each of my naked shoulders. At the other extreme of my body, my stockinged feet fit snugly into my faithful shiny black stilettoes - the five-inch heels extending and lengthening the smooth line of my poised, black-sheathed limbs.
My excited breathing makes me continuously aware of the studded leather belt constricting my waist. Twin thick straps are attached at the front, passing either side of my groin, they descend under my body, having been pulled right up into my bumcrack, as tightly as they can go, and fastened again to the belt at my back. These leather straps are serving most effectively to keep the wide, stretching thickness of Glenn's largest buttplug fastened up snug inside my anus, forcing me to retain the massive latex dildo in my aching hole whether I like it or not. There is sweat on my forehead as my muscles continually relax, unsuccessfully trying to expel the intruding phallus, but actually serving only to increase the sensation of its divine presence wedged inside my throbbing hole. If I could move my hips even a fraction without unbalancing, my spunk would be joyously spurting onto the pale, gleaming, wood of the floor...
Securely tied, my hands stretch out behind my back, the velvet cord pulling me back relentlessly to where it is anchored around the handle of the bedroom door. Conversely, at the front of my body, the silver chain attached to the cockleash firmly wrapped round my rampant, straining erection, pulls me forward towards its own starting point, at the foot of the iron bedstead. Both cord and chain had pulled tight when my boyfriend had shut the bedroom door behind him, leaving me standing here, back arched and bottom thrust out, facing the bed on taut, trembling, legs. It is almost too much for me; immobile, unable to turn, and desperate not to fall over, I stand here waiting for my lover and master to return.
Of course, it is also so extremely exciting that I can barely believe I'm not dreaming; my knees grow even weaker when I look again at Jemima in the mirror, unable to believe how beautiful, how sexy she looks in her erotic predicament. Her hair falls luxuriously down her back as if pointing the way, past her tied hands, to the smooth pale globes of her bare buttocks. Beneath immaculately-applied grey eyeshadow the heavily mascared eyes of the she-male in the mirror sparkle with nervous anticipation. I stare at the full red pout of my lips, watching myself lick them, faintly tasting the residue of my recent ambush on Glenn's lovely cock... Yesss... now that might have been just one blow-job too far, seeing as it ended up getting me into this position in the first place.
My face is flushed and bright, wide-eyed with the knowledge that soon my master will return, bringing with him his friend, David. I feel my stomach churning inside at the thought of what I have been told will happen... under the watchful eye of my beloved, this total stranger will be allowed to put me over his knee and administer the rest of my punishment for this mornings behaviour - a "thorough" spanking. If I take it like a good and grateful girl and they are pleased with me, then as a special treat, I will be allowed to have David watch while Glenn gives me a good and proper fucking (...oh Glenn...).
I hear the car returning in the driveway below the open windows and my heart immediately starts racing like crazy. Doors slam and I hear two voices downstairs. (...and the first thing he will notice will be your pale white arsecheeks, clenched feverishly round that lovely thick dildo...) I wait for ages, then, wondering what is happening. Interminable, agonising, minutes later, I hear them on the stairs, the sound of laughter mingling with their approaching footsteps. Any second now they will be outside the bedroom door...
I toss my hair back nervously, seeing the colour rising helplessly in my cheeks, feeling my nipples standing out hard and proud beneath their covering of fine mesh, my prick proudly, solidly erect. (...to be seen like this by a stranger, to openly reveal my shame, the naked strength of my desires...)
The door opens and Glenn enters the room, causing my heart to flip once more at the sight of his tanned, handsome face. Our eyes meet and I know that he can see just exactly how aroused I have become, awaiting and anticipating his return. As the pressure from the cord behind me finally relaxes, I stagger to hold my aching limbs upright, consciously aware that I am my master's property and about to be displayed before his old friend. Caught tight in the grip of the cockleash, my flushed prick juts out, hard as iron, a counterpoint to the constraining femininity of my bodystocking. We both know that I belong to him alone, to do with as he wishes - and at the moment his wish is to enjoy seeing me chastised by a stranger...
"Come on in, Dave," he welcomes the other man, "and meet Jemima. It certainly looks like she's pleased to meet you..."
+++++Part 2 - Jemima is Extremely Naughty before Breakfast.
It was one of my weekend visits to my new boyfriend. Bright and early that morning, Glenn was trying to get dressed, ready to go and collect an old drinking and clubbing partner, David, from the nearby train station. We hadn't had even had time for our customary love-making, and I was playing up a bit...
It wasn't that I didn't mind David coming to stay for the weekend - Glenn had had quite a social life going back many years and kept in touch with lots of people - but deep down, I couldn't feeling a little bit resentful that he didn't prefer to just spend the time alone with me. In bed. Having me.
As you might be able to tell, Jemima was feeling a bit provocative and tarty (...I want him now. I deserve him. I am going to make this gorgeous man come in my mouth, whether he likes it or not...).
I am feeling so naughty in fact, that I have sneaked back into bed wearing my new bodystocking, totally enamoured by the sensuality of the sheer all-over nylon, the way my awareness of my crotch and backside is accentuated by their bareness against the sheets. All made up and horny as hell, I had been counting on being manfully fucked through the open-back of my new black fishnet playsuit. What did he mean, there wasn't going to be time? There should always be enough time to give Jemima a good seeing-to...
Kneeling before him on the soft bedroom rug covering the polished floorboards, I look up into frowning, hazel eyes and make a play of licking my full, freshly-rouged, lips. I speak softly, cooing in my best little-girl voice: "Is this lovely big cock for my breakfast, then?"
Without waiting for a reply, I grab his firm bottom with my hands, pulling him to me, rubbing and working the awakening muscles whilst literally burying my head in his groin. I take all of him into my mouth and hold him there, warming the curled sleepy penis until it starts to wake.
He looks down at me in exasperation. "Jemima!" he says, irritated, but turned on despite himself, "I'm going to be late!".
He HATES being late, in fact he's the most punctual man I've ever known, (...but this time, David is going to come second and YOU'RE coming first, my darling boyfriend...) but I also know that he can never resist a juicy, early-morning, blow-job...
His cock is stiffening nicely, becoming too large for my mouth to contain. I help it to unfurl, running my fingers down his crack and under his body, teasingly rubbing his tight anus, his perineum, fingering the heavy balls, stroking and encouraging nature to take its wonderful course...
My hands move over his buttocks, fondling and caressing the cool flesh while I lick his stiffening shaft all over, teasing the swollen, plum-like, glans, delicately exploring the pouting slit with the very tip of my tongue - I know exactly what turns my grumpy boyfriend on and I make sure that I put on a show. I'm certain that he's still annoyed with me but the readiness of his body beneath my touch tells me he has absolutely NO desire to interrupt me in mid-naughtiness...
At last I allow my lips to close over him, taking the entire head in my mouth, enfolding the smoothness of the ridged helmet,before rubbing the fullness of my bottom lip along its soft underside. He gives a little gasp, as I knew he would, and I maintain my position, repeatedly working my lip against this soft lower skin.
I glance upwards to look at his face high above me - eyes shut, mouth half-open - a shiver runs through me at the knowledge that I am giving him such pleasure. I watch his expression as I open my lips wide and take as much of his length in my mouth as I can manage. Breathing through my nose, murmuring my enjoyment deep in my throat, I kneel before my lover, his rigid manhood between my lips, overwhelming me with the vitality of its strength, the beauty of its purpose, the promise of its reward....
I take the thickened base of him in my right hand and gorge myself freely on the proud shaft, now slick and wet with pre-come. Momentarily I lean forward, resting my forehead against the gentle curve of his stomach. The solidity of his maleness, the close proximity of his body next to me, enhances the excitement of making love to such an intimate part of him. I am barely aware of my own prick, straining up and hard between the smooth nylon of my legs.
I begin sliding the moist circle of my mouth down the slightly curved shaft, pubic hair briefly tickling my nose, before pulling back up until my lips close round the thick head of the glans. Slowly, sensually, I coat it with saliva, my tongue lapping round the warm flesh lollipop until I can feel it pulse in answer. Then again I engulf him, forward and back and forward and back, bobbing sharp and quick in the rhythm I know drives my boyfriend crazy.
Without stopping my endeavours, I glance up at the face of the man whose stiff cock is in my mouth, seeing him gazing enrapt at my red lips working on him, my body moving before him, my exposed bottom swaying delightfully with the full, pumping motion of my head.
(...won't be long now...) A strange sense of glee floods through me, I am pure sex now, totally devoted to serving him...
...and now I'm sucking him properly, and steadily wanking him at the same time. My hair falls forward, forming a tent for my eagerly worshipping lips, a secret shrine in which to receive the special, pearly-white, sacrament that both sustains and feeds my love (...oh I want to taste him I want to taste his come NOW...)
I feel Glenn's hands at the sides of my head, fingers wrapping gently in my tumbling hair - a sign that he is close - and in a frenzy of lust I close my eyes and take charge, wanking him hard in my fist, blatantly fucking him with my mouth, pleading, coaxing demanding that the approaching tide rise up from the splayed, sweaty balls beneath my chin and into my waiting mouth where it belongs. (...ooo yes... on his knees right behind me cool hands feeling my arse, thrust up and ready for him, then reaching down under my waist, between my legs, taking hold of my aching stiffness while plunging his cock into my hole until I squeal in delight, squirting into his hand...)
...a sudden thickening of the shaft between my lips and my lover's orgasm rushes into my mouth, abruptly exploding in short, fierce, bursts onto my tongue, my teeth, filling the back of my throat.
"Mmm mMMMmm..." I let him hear my pleasure at being granted the sublime, sticky, gift of his passion, at eliciting such an intense and powerful response. The smell of his spunk is everywhere - in my nose, in my hair - I gulp the thick, viscous, fluid down with relish, taking all he has to give, just as I have done so many times before. My lover's early-morning come is warm and plentiful, tasting of nothing else but pure fresh love.
The oozing pulses finally subside and I busy myself with the task of delicately cleaning the still-stiffened organ. At last, pleased with myself, I sit back on my heels, licking the last remnants of his seed from my lips and with a big grin on my face. I feel proud and clever to have swallowed his come yet another time.
My boyfriend takes care to look cross: "Didn't I TELL you I was going to be late?".
He dresses quickly, his brow creased in obvious thought. I start to wonder if I might have bitten off more than I can chew here...
"I think its about time you learnt that the whole world doesn't actually revolve around Jemima and Jemima's fun."
"Glenn..."
"Just be quiet and do exactly what you're told, for once."
I know a hint when I hear one, so I stop and wait, a bit nervously now, for my master to decide what is going to be done with me...
+++++Part 3 - Jemima has to Learn Who's Boss.
He orders me to put my black high heels on. I stand before him, knowing it is like one of our games, but feeling trepidation nevertheless.
"Open your legs and stand still." he warns in a tone that brooks no disrespect.
He IS being rather rough with me. I hear him scrabbling in our toy drawer selecting some items, before coming up behind me. A hand briskly separates my bumcheeks then my best thick buttplug is suddenly inserted into me from underneath. "ooOOO!" - he could have used some lubrication!
He attaches the thick studded belt round my waist, securely fastening it before pulling the dangling rear straps up between my legs, crossing them over and tightening them at the front with a jerk that threatens to lift me off the ground. "UhhHH!" I clench round the unshiftable object now wedged in my bottom by the straps and, sticking out in front of me, my erection throbs in proud sympathy.
"Chew on that for a while, you little minx..." he mutters in exasperation. I manage to pout most effectively at my cruel boyfriend - without him catching me.
The black leather cockleash is wrapped firmly round my excited prick, snug collar leaving only the shining purple mushroom of my exposed glans in view. Deftly he laces the enclosing leather tight around my shaft then attaches the D-rings round the base to the two taut straps running down into my crotch.
Attaching a long silver chain to the ring just below the head of the cockleash, my boyfriend stretches it out in front of me, clipping it to the ironwork at the foot of the bed.
Satisfied with the flagpole effect of my imprisoned cock, he moves round behind me.
"Wrists" he gives the familiar command and I place them behind my back. Velvet cord binds them tightly and I sigh, feeling the usual sensual, submissive, delight that always comes with having my hands bound. For some reason I get VERY turned on if Glenn french-kisses me while I'm tied like this - and the wicked bastard knows it...
In the mirror, I watch him estimate the length of cord needed before walking over to the door and looping the other end over the handle. For someone who's late, he seems to be taking plenty of time and trouble to make my life uncomfortable.
"Lets see how that is...". He steps aside and gently begins to close the bedroom door.
The velvet cord gradually becomes taut, pulling my wrists back towards the closing door. I carefully follow the pull backwards, balancing on the high stilettoes, until I feel the cockleash tugging on my prick at the front. I pause, but the door continues to shut, tightening the pull on my prick and really forcing my hips forwards... I gasp, unable to retreat any further - and as my wrists start to pull me over, the door closes, leaving me high and dry, teetering on my heels, impaled on my buttplug,and powerless to do anything except concentrate on not falling over. Even the slightest sway of my hips produces a slight, heavenly, tug of pleasure on my cock.
Glenn comes and stands close to me, looking directly into my eyes. If he can't see the depth of the feelings running through my body, the hard evidence of my excitement poking out in front of me serves to give me away. He takes my face in his hands, kissing me hard in a way that lets me know just how much he, too, is turned-on by my impromptu punishment. I allow myself a mock struggle to free my wrists, feeling myself melting inside with pleasure, knowing that he will still be able to taste himself on my lips. My nylon-sheathed toes curl in their high-heeled stilletoes - I am utterly excited by my helplessness before him.
He breaks off to whisper in my ear, his hands find my breasts, moving in slow, tantalising, whirlpools over the stretched nylon. My breathing begins to quicken as his thumbs rub across my stiff nipples and he tells me that the only reason I have not been gagged is that I will be alone in the house until he gets back, and how, in the twenty minutes or so that he will be gone, I can think about what David will think when he sees me like this, and about how much I will deserve the spanking I am going to get... I shiver, pressing my body against his clever, teasing, hands; this man and his imagination are so sensual, so erotic to me - I feel he knows me totally, inside and out - how did I ever manage to live without him, without all this?
Then he leaves me there, poised and helpless in my bondage. The sound of the bedroom door shutting behind him merges with my unbidden groan of pleasure as my hips once more jerk forward, pulled by the inexorable pressure on my throbbing, tightly-laced, erection. All I can do now is wait...
+++++Part 4 - Displayed Before an Old Friend.
I turn as much as the cockleash lets me, looking at him over my right shoulder.
David is maybe ten years older than Glenn. Beneath a neat grey goatee beard, his long, thin, face was quite lined and his hair, although still plentiful, was a sparkling silver-grey that presumably used to be jet-black. He is wearing an old-fashioned corduroy jacket and trousers in dark blue, together with a shirt and tie of obvious quality. Incongrously his left ear is pierced four, no five times. No other visible jewellery that I could see.
His intelligent, lively eyes look me up and down expertly, before matching my gaze. I know that, as a connoisseur, he has made an assessment, knows what I am and what I like, what I want to have done to me... I imagine him telling his acquaintances: "oh yes, obviously submissive, small tits but quite effective, nice legs and backside - a bit over-formal with the make-up, perhaps - sexually generous, but has strict limits, likes roleplay and being the centre of attention, is rather sensitive and rather charmingly still turned on by the exciting humiliation of it all... Glenn says she's a good ride and endearingly keen to please..."
My mind whirls with thoughts of David weighing me up as Glenn's latest girlfriend and I just manage to hear him say: "oh yes, I can totally see what you mean." - what had I missed my lover saying about me?
Then, extremely politely, as though I wasn't standing tied up before him, showing everything a girl has to offer: "So pleased to finally meet you. You are certainly as pretty as Glenn described, my dear."
The well-spoken English voice contrasts with the soft American burr of my lover's accent and I find myself blushing like a schoolgirl at his compliment.
"Jemima is very keen to hand herself over to your tender mercies." says my boyfriend helpfully.
David bends down to inspect the straps keeping the buttplug wedged up between my buttocks. "Quite delightful..." he murmurs and I feel my face colouring again, both proud and ashamed both at the same time.
I watch in anticipation while Glenn fetches what he calls my 'spanking chair' - a simple wooden chair, without arms or anything to get in the way - from the corner of the room, places it in front of the mirror and indicates to his friend to make himself comfortable on it. He then proceeds to unfasten my hands, unhooking the silver chain from under my cockleash. A warm hand on my bottom gently steers me toward where David is waiting. With each movement of my hips, I feel the buttplug moving inside me. I can't believe I am going to let this man spank me, that I am going to let myself reveal to him my innermost, secret desires.
Hands at my waist and shoulder urge me down. I lower myself across David's lap, hunching forward until my bum is resting nicely over his legs, my stiff, imprisoned, cock jutting down between his spread thighs. I support myself outstretched arms and legs, my hair falling down around my face, feeling the deep wool of the rug under the the palms of my hands, giving way beneath the burrowing toes of my stilettoes.
David runs his cool and firm hands over the cheeks of my bottom: squeezing, massaging, evaluating. "Spread your legs, please Jemima." he orders.
Lying here across his thighs, I feel utterly powerless and extremely naked, despite the fact that most of my body is covered in fishnet. I stretch my legs wide, knowing that I am making myself completely open to him. Cool fingers delve between my parted buttocks and discover the hilt of the buttplug. Momentarily they stop to play, stroking and exploring me, feeling where my body stretches around the penetrating width and bringing little helpless gasps from me at the bold intimacy of his touch.
"I think this might be removed..." he muses, as if to himself, and instantly someone's hands, it must be Glenn's, unfasten the buckle at the back of my leather belt, pulling the harness out from between my thighs.
The pressure inside my anus suddenly releases and I let out a little moan of relief - already I feel my muscles mustering their strength to eject the invading width of the dildo. Suddenly someone grabs the end of the plug and pulls. I cry out as it slides from my body, experiencing a final 'pop' of pleasure as the bulge of the head stretches me open and then is gone. I had grown accustomed to its invidious presence within me, so I am left feeling bereft, a strange hollow feeling echoing throughout my entire insides.
Now there is nothing left to impede David's scrutiny of my perfectly-presented behind.
"Yes, I think she will be able to go on for a while." he mutters to Glenn. (...!!!!!...)
And then, as I knew he would, he starts. Presaging each blow with a slight tensing of his thighs under my front, he begins to spank me.
He doesn't spare me in the slightest, starting as he means to go on, hitting my buttocks with hard, regular, slaps of his palm. I know I am in the hands of a master. Powerful, hurting, bursts of impact rain down on my bare cheeks, I feel them quivering and shaking to the forceful rythmn of his onslaught - and with the sting of the pain comes the welcome heat, mirroring my building excitement, my buttocks becoming warm and glowing, alive and desperate for this wonderful punishment.
I can't stop myself wriggling in his lap, my senses filled only with the engorged thickness of my prick and the all-consuming fire in my backside. In answer, David holds me securely by the waist, spanking even harder now, resolute and mechanical in his discipline and totally ignoring its effects on my squirming, gasping form.
Whack after whack descends on my poor backside. My body an outstretched bow across the broadness of his lap, I can distinctly feel ripples of every impact in the taut, straining, muscles of shoulders and calves. Still imprisoned in the cockleash my prick yearns to be pumped - if he closes his knees on me I could wank myself off in an instant -
Crack!
- there is the definite sensation of a hard cock pressing into my side.
Crack! Crack!
I am panting now, my bottom now blazing with a pure, sexual burning that needs to be relieved, demands to be quenched. My legs are sliding apart, his hand takes advantage moving to smack the tender flesh down between my legs
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"oww!" - "OWW!" I cannot help shout, immediately embarrassed, I know he will be pleased to have made me yell.
"Twelve extra slaps for complaining." says my stickler of a boyfriend, fiendishly knowing the state I am in.
Writhing on his knees, the toes of my stilettoes sliding across the rug, sweating my hair sticks to my face oh god I am on fire
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! an expert riflefire of blows and I want him to jam three fingers into my arse and finger-fuck me fuck me until I spurt onto the floor
my bum stings and throbs oh so deliciously (...oh take me and fuck me my love fuck me...)
The blows stop suddenly. There is a brief pause - and then, as if to mock my aroused thoughts, two strong hands grip my back, holding my trembling body still. Strong fingers part my upturned bottom cheeks, revealing my gaping rosebud to the entire room.
The wet poke of a lubricated prick slides right between my open buttocks and powers into my exposed hole: "oh MY GOD" I hear myself yelling in sheer disbelief as, grabbing my hips, Glenn takes me there and then, driving himself fully inside my spread and yielding anus. My lover assaults the depths of my still-tingling bottom with long, deep strokes, mercilessly pummelling my backside, driving the impact on my upthrust rear into my outstretched arms, sending me rocking back and forth uncontrollably over the knees of this stranger:
(... this ('ooff') isn't ('ahh') going to ('oooff') last long...) I think between the relentless shoves - my master seems incensed with lust, careless of my pleasure, ploughing into my arse to reach his climax as quickly as possible -
(...OH YEEES...) the phallus inside me explodes with the wetness of orgasm - once - twice - then quickly pulls out, still squirting cum, to lie between my exhausted bumcheeks (...feel it on my skin, giving me your beautiful seed...).
There seemed to be a remarkable amount of come, considering how short a time had passed since I had received his load in my mouth. He seemed to go on for ever, deliberately taking great care to deposit his spunk all over my buttocks - I felt it start to run wetly down my thighs, my legs - I heard David saying something about white semen shining against smooth pink flesh and I felt my face blush bright red beneath the hanging screen of my hair, consumed with absolute degradation at the thought of him seeing me like this, of having showed him what I truly craved and how much I had loved his hands on my body...
+++++Part 5 - Jemima is Told to do a Rude Thing.
The hand on my back was withdrawn.
Freed from restraint, I literally fell off David's knees, more than a little winded, and sank to the floor in a sweaty heap. My bum felt like it would be tingling and glowing like this for ever more and my crack felt like it was completely awash with Glenn's sperm.
From my position on the floor I could see the bulge of David's hardness, quite visible under the pale jeans, matching my own straining member in its leather prison. The part of me that was Jemima preened and enjoyed the fact that her charms had been aroused him so.
Glenn had re-adjusted his clothing, leaving me in my skimpy playsuit, there in the bedroom, with two fully-clothed men.
"Thank him", ordered my lover.
Catching my breath I raised my head and looked into David's wise, alert eyes. "Thank you for my spanking, Sir." I said (...and you mean it don't you...).
Glenn had a wicked glint in his eyes. "After going to all that effort, I think Dave deserves to get his rocks off a bit too - don't you?"
Shocked, I didn't know what to say - early on in our relationship I had clearly set out what I would or would not do sexually and this included group sex of any sort. The way I saw it I belonged only to Glenn and my mouth and arse were reserved for him and him alone. In the same way I drew the line at him having oral or penetrative sex with anyone else. I couldn't help it, it was how I felt about it. (...Where was he going with this?...)
They sat down in the two armchairs next to the bed (...have they planned this...) I could feel an uncomfortable oozing getting underway inside me - I really could do with a trip to the bathroom...
"Kneel on the floor in front of Dave please." (...Glenn, no...)
I crawl over, with my mind whirling. My knees sink into the deep wool of the rug. Behind me my stiletto heels point directly at the mirror. I see David looking behind me and, curious, I glance around to see what he's looking at.
Perfectly presented within glass is the image of the back view of a semi-naked girl, kneeling submissively before two seated men. Particularly visible are her sperm-splattered thighs and bottom, the focal point being the exposed furrow of her arse, an island of freshly-smacked pink flesh surrounded by a sea of tight nylon mesh. The girl is looking back over her shoulder with flushed face and large, wondering eyes. She licks her bright red lips nervously...
Glenn snaps his fingers and automatically I give him my attention. "Now I want you to get his cock out."
"Glenn..." David warns.
"No it's OK, let me handle it. She owes you one."
I hesitate. My master has a particularly smug expression on his face - he is pushing my boundaries once again: what will I do him, how far will I go for him?
"Do it or leave this house immediately." He seems to be reading my thoughts - and doesn't seem to be kidding...
So, obedient but still unconvinced, I lean close to David's lap and, face blazing with shame, fumble at his groin. I get the zipper down, then reach in and pull what feels like silk underwear to one side. His member unfurls blindly, thick and damp, nestling in a thicket of pale pubic hair. Despite myself, I gaze at its shape, its slowly retracting foreskin, its six inches of length (...you could just pop it in your lovely soft mouth and give it a nice suck, couldn't you...)
Glenn's command broke through my thoughts: "Take hold of it."
I take the warm shaft in my right hand. I can feel him shudder as my fingers enclose his strength. I can tell that this is unusual, exciting for him. The dusky, yolky, smell of male sex fills my head I can't believe I am kneeling here, bottom dripping with cum, doing this to a stranger.
"Now give him something to enjoy."
Holding the growing hardness in my fist I give it a little squeeze feeling the hard rod of iron running beneath the velvety exterior. I watch the swelling purple head emerging from its protective covering of skin. Slow and sedate, I gently move my hand back-and-forth in a knowing little rhythm that gradually brings his hips up and makes him push himself harder into my fist. I smile to myself, finding myself enjoying this role-reversal, this sudden ability to wield power over this man, then I relent and start to pump him in earnest.
"Good. Now keep doing that and show Dave how nicely you can bring him off..." I couldn't believe how much Glenn was enjoying watching his girlfriend giving a hand-job to another man.
Vigorously working the swollen shaft faster and faster, I set my mind and properly masturbate this strange, new, penis in front of me. The firm, mechanical movements of my hand recall his recent attentions to my behind, echos of exquisite sensual pleasure passing between the two of us. I will bring to him the burning fire of his orgasm, just as he summoned my flaming buttocks to life; I will watch him come in my hand, just as he saw me writhe and groan in his lap. I will re-dress the balance between us.
I see David's eyes boring into mine, hear his breathing noticeably getting deeper, feel his legs starting to move about on the bed. Under my hand, I become aware of muscles tensing against my sweaty palm, feel the expectancy growing in his thighs. I drop my eyes to stare directly at his cock now, flicking my wrist with every tug on the flexing, straining shaft, forcing a groan of pure pleasure from him, raising the life-giving essence from the taut, sweaty balls beneath my hand. Unable to stop myself, I reach for them with my left hand, cupping the soft pouch in my palm, pushing my fingertips up against the underside of his body.
Pumping him stroking him wanking him - wickedly, I lean forward over him with my mouth wide open, red lips hovering above his engorged organ (...come on, give it to me... squirt it into my mouth...) - my crude offer is unmistakable. Idly, I wondered if he would find himself thinking about me, later, maybe he would wank himself off, reliving this encounter with my skillful hand, my pouting lips, my staring eyes...
- and suddenly he is coming, his stiffness jerking and pulsing in my fingers, tight, thin jets of white sperm arcing
out from the head, landing wetly over my wrist and arm. I flinch back at the last moment, not wanting this strangers sperm near my face (...and are you quite sure about that? Would it taste the same, I wonder?...). There is so much of it, oozing out thick and milky between my fingers, dripping down onto his lap. Not powerful jets of spunk like when Glenn comes, but plenty of it nevertheless.
Playfully I waggle the pulsing organ about, watching it shed blobs of come over his jacket, his trousers (...ha! - I can leave marks just like you can...). Amazed with myself, I knew I was enjoying the experience - the simultaneous feelings of sexual submissiveness combined with undoubted erotic power over him. Totally unbidden, an image of David kneeling naked in front of me, the marks of my whip on his buttocks, his open mouth pressed tight against the front of my frilly white crotchless panties, thin lips fully stretched around my stiff, thrusting, prick... phew! maybe I was more of a total slut than I really knew...
+++++Part 6 - Compulsory Maid Service.
...and then, unbelievably, Glenn made me go and get them breakfast! I couldn't get changed or clean myself, just slip my maids apron on over my bodystocking, go and make the drinks, then straight back in with the tray.
After I had served them croissants and danish pastries, Glenn sat in the right-hand armchair and drank his coffee, David sat in the left and sipped his tea. I had to stand there, with my back to them, waiting until they were finished. Red-faced, bare-arsed, with my lovers sperm running down my legs, I was instructed to remain there so that "David can appreciate the sight of your darling pink bottom, while he relaxes after his exertions."
I was absolutely livid! I had to offer the biscuits, see if they wanted a second cup, then go back and stand in front of them again, all the time aware of that man's eyes greedily crawling over my legs and bum ...if it was designed to be completely, totally, humiliating then it proved most effective. I knew then that my boyfriend was determined to make me regret my earlier willfulness.
When they had finished, I was allowed to clear up and leave. Furious, I went and sulked in the shower, then later, after they had gone out for the day, I went and sulked in the lounge while I had my own breakfast - or more like lunch, by that time. Glenn had left a note that he would be back at bedtime, after he had dropped David back off at the station, so I was truly left to my own devices. In the mood I was in, it was probably the best thing...
+++++Part 7 - Sent to Bed with No Supper.
I pull my short white silk nightie on over my head and get into bed, still in a mood. Switching the light off, I lie in the darkness, images of the day running through my mind, of being spanked by a stranger, of being fucked across his lap, of wanking him off, of a bottom full of sperm... If I was a different sort of girl, I thought to myself, I could have slid David's cock into my mouth and given him the blow-job of his life while holding my behind up, high and invitingly, to tempt Glenn into taking me once more from behind. What would it feel like to pleasure two men at the same time? To have two pairs of hands roaming over your body, two mouths to kiss, a choice of cocks to taste and feel..?
Hours - or perhaps only minutes - later, I awake. In the darkened room the sheet is being lifted from my body and I feel the familiar weight of my lover sliding into bed behind me. Facing away from him, I don't bother to open my eyes, but allow myself a hidden smile as I feel a warm male hand reach for me under my nightie. He starts to stroke the curves of my bottom, his touch tender on my bare skin. For some reason I seem to have forgiven him for my earlier punishment...
He knows by my breathing that I am awake; his other hand touches the back of my hair, resting momentarily on my exposed shoulder.
"Come here, you silly bitch..." comes a good-humoured whisper in my ear, and an arm comes over my waist. I allow myself to be rolled over onto my back next to him. Looking up into the deep shadows of his face, I feel my boyfriend's arm round me, feel the length of his naked body resting against my side, feel his sex stirring, pressing into my right hip through the thin nightie.
"Glenn...", I start to say, but my opening mouth is silenced by his descending kiss. He tastes of mint toothpaste and whisky and passion and I allow his tongue free-rein to sample my essence in return. My customary awe of his presence, his sheer maleness, returns, running helplessly through me in melting waves of feminine desire. Beneath the single thin sheet, skin against skin grows warmer with every passing second. We are on familiar ground now - just my guy and me. On our own. In our bed. Wanting each other. Through the thin silk of my nightie, his fingernail traces a spiral across my left breast. I put my hand up to the masculine roughness of his cheek and return the kiss hungrily. His strong body leans into mine, his knee sliding over my thigh, pressing on the growing hardness between my legs that betrays my awakening excitement.
I give myself up to his kiss, enjoying the feel of his hand caressing my titties beneath their silken covering. I want him so much. I know that he knows the strength of my need and it just makes me feel all the more in his power.
I touch his hip gently and he understands, carefully lifting himself on top of me, coming to rest between my parted thighs. The mattress adjusts to our combined weight, he resting on his elbows above me, holding me close in the dim light. I feel safe and protected, lying anchored beneath his weight, totally enveloped by the sheer physicality his embrace and ready for his love-making. I faintly glimpse his eyes flashing down on me, watching me in my submission, my dreamy abandonment to him. We are so very well suited, he and I.
Touch and feel magnified in the dark, my nightie seems to glide up around my armpits by itself, then suddenly my titties are arching up under his touch, being rubbed by teasing, pulling fingers. I am his girl, eager to give my lover everything I have: by themselves, my legs open as wide as they can, stretching around strong male thighs, my prick rigid beneath his flat hairy stomach. I know the undeniable evidence of my arousal is one of the things that turns my lover on. His mouth nurses at my breasts then, first his tongue swirls over one stiffening nipple, coaxing and sucking, then it turns its attention to its aching twin. After timeless, heart-stopping minutes, his mouth returns to the familiar, desperate, harbour of my lips, his agile tongue tasting the depth of my excited response. Shamelessly I reach down and capture the straining column of his erection in practiced fingers, boldly encouraging his desire and exciting myself with the weight and feel of his arousal. His kisses feel like fire on my tender lips - all-powerful - all-consuming - passionately fanned by the motion of my own hand. I abandon myself to my need, my lust for his body... I want this firm stiff thickness in my hand to be rammed up inside me. Now.
Eventually, reluctantly, I release my prize, letting my hand drift back up to his broad, sexy, shoulders while simultaneously sliding the soles of my feet down around the outsides of his muscular calves. Our erect pricks nose a brief greeting to each other before my lover raises himself slightly and I feel his stiffness sliding further down, underneath my balls. The man on top of me alters position again and I can feel the head of his prick, smooth and moist with pre-cum, delving and prodding near the entrance to my body.
"I forgot the Castrol tonight, baby..." he whispers and I smile in the darkness at the familiar pet name and his thoughtfulness.
"It doesn't matter", I whisper back excitedly - I know that my engine will need no extra lubricant to welcome my handsome American boyfriend inside it tonight!
I raise my knees up around the warm thickness of his body, the insides of my thighs are sweaty where they grip his bare flesh, and catch along his sides as I pull them right up to clasp his waist. My bottom rising high up off the bed beneath him, I feel the full length of his erection lying directly between the cheeks of my bum. Momentarily, I feel strong palms slip under me, lifting and cradling my backside with all the tenderness of a lover, fitting me to his body with all the urgency of a man. He is everything around me, enfolding me, the heat of him above me, his smell, his knowing touch... my heart beats wildly against his chest, aching for him to make me complete. He moves further onto me (...oh yes, right THERE!...) and I whisper close against his cheek: "oh yes yes yesss..."
The lovely smooth thickness of him bumps directly against my anus; another minuscule movement of his body and he enters, the head of him parting me delicately, encouraging tight inner muscles to stretch round his magnificent fullness.
The complete darkness lets me feel him all so much more intensely. My lover lightly probes the depths of my body, forcing a welcoming gasp of pleasure from me (...OHHH...) I feel a faint scratching sensation inside that makes me push up beneath his solid weight, instinctively angling myself to be even more open for him ...I want all of him, to have all of his cock, up to the very root... With an answering movement that is soft as velvet, yet hard as steel, my boyfriend pushes into me, sinking himself into the upthrust haven of my very being. This is it, my reason for being, my reason for becoming Jemima: the heart-stopping sensation of being taken, being utterly filled, by my lover's hard and eager cock.
Our naked, sweaty, bodies merging together in ultimate intimacy, my wonderful, handsome, Glenn takes possession of me once more... I can no longer tell who is taking which breath, whose excited prick belongs to whom. I hold him tightly to me, my arms clasping his wide shoulders, my thighs gripping his waist, our straining bodies joined as one, locked together by the solid, stretching, thickness wedged so gorgeously inside me. I cling to him in pure fulfilment, clenching my anus around him - it feels so big and so deep inside me (...it's... it's like he owns my very soul...), and feeling the muscles in my prick twitching helplessly in answer. My neck arches back and I groan and try to wriggle, held firm beneath the unshiftable weight of his gently-rocking frame.
And then Glenn makes love to me.
The man I call my boyfriend, the man who is my lover, my teacher and my master, takes hold of me, moving my body beneath his own, leading and urging me on until at last we both move together in the pure, steady, primitive rhythm of sex. With every flex of his backside into me my heels bounce helplessly against his flanks, with every outstroke his flesh pulls on my inner muscles, sending my mind and stomach reeling with delicious sensations.
"uhh.. uhh... uuhhH..."
I cannot stop my gasps, his cock is angled just right to
"...uhhhH"
rub directly against the fluttering, pulsing, spot inside me
"...uhhHH" (...oh Glenn...)
I feel it - with indescribable potency - burning through me like wildfire, everywhere in my body
(...UuuHHHH... how on EARTH can anyone say there are no ...UhhHHH! nerve endings up there?!..)
My prick is going down, giving up the ghost, outclassed by the overwhelming sensations drilling up through my pelvis up through my arse. I feel the slow burn of my man's lust suddenly ignite, sheathing himself repeatedly in my overwhelmed, unresisting, rectum. Fucking my girly arse with smooth, powerful stokes (...fuck me, fuck me, fill me with your creamy spunk...).
His right arm moves back, slipping under my right thigh, hooking my knee with his elbow. The other arm similarly captures my left knee. My lover adjusts himself over me, withdrawing from me momentarily, leaving my open rosebud gaping and my senses floundering from the absence of him. Quickly he returns to me, pushing forwards demandingly, strong forearms spreading my raised thighs right across my chest, wedging my knees open and sideways with his elbows. In this new position, legs bent back and wide open beneath him, I can feel all of his groin pressing excitingly into the uptilted rosebud of my anus.
Literally aching for this beautiful cock to return to me, I put my arms back round his neck and shower him with deep, ferocious kisses. His full length slides easily into me, entering me again with an embarrassing moist slurp of sex.
Breathless from the intensity of the emotion welling up inside me, I know his body inside me, watch his face poised above me. Even in the dark, our eyes meet: "Glenn..." I whisper, feeling, enjoying...
Then he is driving forcefully into me, hitting that special place so deep inside that I cry out, writhing in his arms a raging fire building between my bumcheeks between my legs running through my cock and oh he is holding me down and I can't stop him can't stop it, helplessly clinging to his thrusting body, legs and arms trembling my tummy rolling against his warm firm stomach his shaft fills me hits me there again and AGAIN AND...
..."OOOOohHHHHH", almost beyond pleasure, I wail out loud, unleashing a wet torrent of semen against his body, wracked in jerking physical release my tongue flailing in my wide gaping mouth, my heart pounding against the broadness of his chest, my muscles locking down tight on the hard triggering cylinder of flesh within me, my nails clawing at his shoulders for dear life, my heels digging into his rear urging him on fucking me fucking me...
...and mint and whisky taste again as his mouth covers mine and all at once I feel him bucking - again, and again - between my enclosing knees, his lithe and darting tongue in my mouth, his hard and pounding cock sheathed in my burning hole. My lover groans out loud and for the second time today I feel him ejaculate into me, his semen spurting into my body, a slight but soothing balm for my hot aching insides. I hold him close with arms and legs and let him empty himself inside me.
I am his to enjoy and explore, my fingers, mouth and backside belong only to him, to provide him with pleasure in a way that no-one else can. I take his passion and he in turn unleashes my need, inflaming my desire with the red-hot heat of his lust, making me crave its ultimate release into the depths of my welcoming body.
+++++Part 8 - The Joy of Being a Rounded Individual.
Later, we both doze off, wrapped together in satiated slumber, my bottom lovely and full with its last sticky helping of sperm. I allow my thoughts to drift, marvelling at all the exciting things I have experienced over yet another incredible, erotic, weekend with my wonderful Glenn. New thoughts and sensations to be recorded in my diary on my return home: four more to be added to the total of times we have fully made love, two more climaxes to go on my ever-lengthening oral sex list, and two more to be added to the number of spankings I have received - even if technically the last one hadn't actually been administered by my boyfriend...
Through Glenn, I seem to be growing and developing - being with him makes me want to raise my game, makes me have to meet and exceed his expectations. Even though sometimes his lessons are hard, I always find his guiding hand helping me to discover more and more about myself and the intensity of my needs, while his love ensures that I am kept safe while I learn. In return, I strive to bring my teacher the pleasure he so rightly deserves, to worship his body with my own and to return to him the love that he so freely bestows on me.
One thing is certain; I know that being the girlfriend of such a sexy and masterful man has made me the happiest, the most truly fulfilled, that I have ever been, and I didn't even want to contemplate the idea that it could ever come to an end...