“We’re almost there, Doll.”
She had been hovering on the edge of her orgasm for the past five blocks. Though he walked behind her, he had his fingers fit snugly inside her, stoking the fire ever since he had dressed her at his home. She no longer saw him in his office, but in his bedroom where she was able to relax more and receive his treatment more effectively.
He must have felt her get wetter because he briefly pulled his middle finger out of her to swipe at her engorged and over-sensitive clit. She bit her lip to keep in the moan. They were in public and he had trained her to never alert others to his power over her.
He tightened his grip on her and steered her to the left before making her stop in front of a beautiful brownstone that revealed nothing of the debauchery she knew lay inside. How she had let her Doctor talk her into going to his monthly hypnotist meeting was beyond her, but here she was.
He pinched her and she began to climb the steps. With his other hand, he rang the doorbell for exactly three seconds before releasing it. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “Remember, Doll, head held high, but no direct eye-contact unless they explicitly give you permission. Nod if you understand.”
She did and almost gasped at the rewarding thrust of his fingers. The door opened and a man wearing a button-down white shirt and black blazer took them in. She blushed as his eyes scanned her body and was relieved when he shifted his gaze to her Doctor.
”Welcome, Dr. Joseph. We are so pleased you finally brought your Doll for us to play with.” His eyes landed on her again, “You’re quite something, aren’t you?”
She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Was she supposed to answer? Her hesitation became moot when her Doctor spoke up.
”Yes, she is. She’s quite open to suggestion, and always eager to please.” He placed a kiss to her temple. “Shall we begin?”
The man nodded and gestured them inside. As they passed, he said, “I’m Mr. Stephens, by the way.”
She realized this was a very wealthy business man. If he was here, who else was here? Her own Doctor was on the forefront of his field. It was likely to be a Mensa orgy. And her nerves were back. She heard her Doctor chuckle a moment before she felt his hand skim down her spine. “Sh, Doll. You’ll be fine. I won’t let them break you.” She thought she also heard him mutter, “That’s my privilege,” but she wasn’t sure.
The following is a real story (for a change):
We'd been texting consistently since the movie date, and here's just a little taste of what we did the morning of our date:
Now, without spoiling too much, I will say that some of these things came to pass that night. So, let me get back to the story.
He surprised me at our meet up spot, and we spent some time walking around Times Square and taking the subway to different stores to find me my first stuffie (which he was generous enough to get for me). And while at first, he only held my hand, and guided me with a hand on the small of my back through the crowds, as the night went on, his hands wandered more, and his words became filthier in my ear: almost always teasing me about how needy I was becoming. And that teasing never failed to make me even wetter.
Last week, I had more than a few times I saw some different Facebook friends sharing some pretty kinky memes that had me double-checking that I was on Facebook and not my Twitter. And then it got even crazier.
On my 21st birthday, I went out to drinks with a friend and learned that not only was she kinky, but that she's a switch (and most importantly, willing to go to Paddles NYC with me sometime in the future)! Funny how even in my vanilla life I attracted a kinky friend.
Have your kinky and vanilla ever collided serendipitously? Tell me down below.
Skylar turned her head to look at Dr. Joseph, who was sitting in his leather armchair near her feet as she lay on the couch.
"You've been my patient for a few months, but I would like to recommend a new form of treatment for you. I believe it will help you quiet your anxious mind and improve your mood by helping you focus on the important things in life."
"Of course, Dr. Joseph. May I ask what it is?"
"It's a modified guided meditation. I would like you to close your eyes and just focus on the sound of my voice."
"Very good. Now, I want you to let any thoughts just pass through your mind. Don't try to suppress them or force them out. They will pass." A beat passed. "First, I want you to focus on breathing slowly."
She inhaled as deeply as possible, then slowly blew it out, feeling her breasts press against her lace bra with each inhale. A few moments passed before her breasts began to feel heavier and achy. Absent-mindedly, she reached up and cupped them, massaging her nipples. The contact sent jolts of pleasure to her clit and she started to get wet. Her skin began to feel hot and she began to squirm on the couch.
Helena knelt at her Master's feet as he wrote this semester's curriculum. She wasn't in his class this time, even though she had wanted to reconfigure her schedule to fit it in. He closed his laptop and tilted her chin up to meet him. "I will miss you in my class, but I still expect you to join me in office hours on a regular basis for our special meetings. And you will continue to live here, pet. So I can have access to you whenever I like."
She felt herself begin to throb between her thighs, but kept her legs spread. Master had taught her that in the first few days of her living with him. She wasn't allowed to close her thighs to him unless she was walking—which was rare. As were her wearing clothes.
He tweaked her nipple, making her focus on the present again. "Shall we see how flexible you've become in the past month?"
She bowed her head in agreement.
He rose from his desk chair and walked toward the bedroom. She crawled after him and felt her wetness leaking down her thigh. Helena climbed up the pet stairs he had on the side of the bed and lay on her back spread eagled for his inspection. He walked around her and fastened her into the cuffs at each corner, pulling tight.
The following story was requested by one of my Tumblr followers. It is inspired by a true experience, but is completely fictional:
Nicole was excited. Her uncle who had been travelling Europe for the past year was finally back in the States and was coming over for dinner. She'd followed his travels on social media and had wished that she had been old enough to go with him. But even at sixteen years old, her parents had said "Hell, no." when she asked. He had smiled at her and promised to send her a letter from every location. And he had. She stored them in a small box under her bed and often took them out whenever she had missed him particularly badly.
The doorbell rang and she ran down the stairs to answer it. He looked different than usual. It was the first time she'd ever seen him unshaven, but it looked good on him. She felt heat blossom between her legs and launched herself into his arms, hugging him tight, to distract herself.
"Hey, squirt. How are you?"
"Good," she answered.
"Where are your parents?"
"Mom is still working and dad is in the garage, but dinner is ready in the kitchen. Everyone else is already here." She pulled him inside and took his coat from him.
"Did you like the letters?"
"I loved them."
She heard the door to the garage open and her dad come in. "Hey, little brother. How was the traveling? Ready to settle down again?"
Her uncle smiled. "For the time being."
The meal wasn't particularly eventful, but the more her uncle talked, the more Nicole found herself shifting in her seat. The heat had transformed into an ache and and she could feel herself getting a bit wet, too.
Helena knelt before her Master as he used her mouth.
After the semester ended, he’d told her to stay with him and to tell her parents that her advisor had hired her as a paid intern for his book. It was news that thrilled her mother, but her father had immediately asked about her housing situation. Her Master had told her to say that since it was a paid academic internship, the school would pay for her housing. That appeased her father and here she was, living at the foot of her Master day in and day out.
He brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes. “You wanted me to set your New Year’s Resolution and I’ve decided I want you to work out more. Your stamina needs a boost, pet. And while I love using your sleepy pussy, I want you alert for our games.”
She nodded and licked the underside of his hard cock.
”Luckily for you, there’s a gym in this building. And a room for private sessions.” He thrust deep into her, making her eyes water. “Once I’m done here, we’ll go down. Your workout clothes are on my bed.”
He unloaded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop. He pulled out, brought her up for a quick kiss, and smacked her ass. “Go change and meet me by the door in a minute.”
Rose remembered visiting Santa at the mall every year since she was five years old. Photos proved that she'd been doing it her first four years of life, too, but she didn't personally recall those times. And it was probably for the best because she never liked sitting on a strange man's lap. This year, it was different.
Instead of sitting on a stranger's lap, she was sitting on her father's as he fucked her in his arm chair with her male family members, best friend's father and brother, and some of her father's friends watched, their own cocks in their hands as they waited for their turn.
Her mother and the rest of her female relatives were either passed out from drinking too much wine, although she suspected the men had added something extra, or were still on their vacation—a shameless bribe so their husbands and sons could openly play with their newest fucktoy: her.
I wrote this last week and decided to share this before next Masturbation Monday (which falls on Christmas) and have another story then. So, enjoy this pre-Christmas gift! Also, you may want to read this first to get familiar with the characters.
Rose was sweating. Which was unexpected given it was winter. But as she and her brother finished bringing her boxes down to the car, she was ready to collapse. Luckily, the long car ride was going to let her nap and catch up on the three weeks of non-stop homework leading up to the end of Winter Semester. Their Dad was there, waiting to the load last boxes. He squeezed the last one in and shut the trunk. Her mom had decided to go on a ladies vacation with her aunts, paid by their husbands.
Her backpack sat in the front seat so she climbed into the back and her brother sat next to her. No sooner had she clipped her seatbelt and leaned back, she was already sleeping. Her dreams, as they had been ever since her twenty-first birthday, were sexual and featured her male family members—something she never thought she'd say.
Helena sat beside her professor, waiting for him to acknowledge her. He had emailed the class the day before saying he was going away on a conference this week and that the three teaching assistants would be doing additional office hours for the students' studying questions right before she received a private text from him telling her to go to his home with an overnight bag. She'd arrived fifteen minutes ago and he had yet to do anything but look at his laptop. He typed something on his computer, then closed it. "Strip, Helena."
She stood up from the couch, unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the hard wood floor. She reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it off, her nipples immediately tightening in the cool air.
He motioned for her to step closer and she did. His left hand reached for her left breast, cupping it and swiping his thumb under the swell, while the other slipped between her thighs to her already wet pussy lips. "Have you studied for your final exam next week?"
Not as much as she should have. "Yes, Master."
He pushed his index finger into her and she bit her lip at the sensation. She thought she'd be used to it by now, but every time, it made her pulse quicken.
He massaged her breast gently, making her moan. "And do you have any questions for your knowledgeable professor?"
She panted. "Will we have to remember the publication dates of all the works we've read?"
He inserted his middle finger, stretching her a bit more. Then he began slowly pumping them in and out of her. She felt her own wetness start to leak down her thigh. "No, pet. I'll be giving you a list of the titles and dates. But you will have to know the authors. Next?"
"Will there be quote explications or just essay questions?"
"Just three essay questions. What else, Helena? That can't be all of your questions." He pressed his thumb on her clit, slowly massaging it in circles.
She shifted on her feet. He'd since made her start wearing heels he bought her. Today, they were black boots with red accents. "I..." She swallowed. She couldn't think of anything to say. "Can I come, Master?"
He pressed harder on her sensitized clit and sharply pinched her nipple. "No. Treat this as our normal office hours. Be a good girl and make the most of this one-on-one time with your professor, Helena."