E061: The thirty-fourth pearl
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Posted:Feb 16, 2019 9:34 am
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After Emma earns her pearl, Donald asks her if she is hungry, and wants to have dinner? She does hear her stomach rumble a little, she hasn’t eaten since yesterday, and tells him it sounds like a great idea.
At the kitchen table, Donald prepares her ass for the plug. Yes, they do need to keep working at this, but now, he has her press one up in him too. Together they feel that wonderful rush as they eat.
He brings the food to the table, and while they are both plugged, naked, and with Emma’s boobs tied and nipples clamped, they act like a normal couple as they chat about their day as they eat. If anyone could see them in this state, they would probably call for an intervention, but for Emma and Donald, this is how it should be from time to time for them.
They love being naked together in the house, they will one day have to deal with it. To have clothes close at hand if someone does come calling, but it is not a concern now. And feeling the plugs up in them does seem to relax them and open them more.
Emma’s now bound, and having clipped boobs is a bit different for the day, but from day to day they will find diverse things to arouse each other, and themselves, over.
So, in a very dissimilar way, they are a perfectly normal couple enjoying their evening meal.
Over the meal, the conversation turns to the other video clip Donald had sent Emma earlier.
“Emma, did you watch it? Do you think you could do that?” he hesitantly asks her.
“Sir, I watched it three times to make sure I understood what to do, and with your help, I think I should be able to,” Emma replies.
Donald grins and leads her back to the bedroom. Again, with his hand on her ass steering her. Things are back to the wonderful balance they have.
This time, after he pulls more string and doubles it, and twists and ties it how it will be needed, Emma just watching so enticed, he hands it to her and lays on his back on the bed.
Emma begins, as she saw on the videos. Wrapping the string midway around Donald’s cock to hold it firm. Then looping over each ball tightly to hold him in this bondage. Around and around each ball. The string does slip from the balls a couple of times, but with his help holding his balls for her, she gets a good noose around each.
Then up around the shaft, tying the string up and around it over and over. Donald cock is firmly bound now, and his glans is becoming rosy and firm, his whole cock is swollen from the binding.
“Are you alright, Sir?” Emma asks with concern.
“I am perfect, my dear,” Donald replies, and now, both so bound and trussed, he pulls her up over his hard cock, and guides his stringed cock into her dripping pussy.
It is a very strange experience. This is never anything Donald has ever done with anyone, but he has so wanted to experience. There are so many things that Donald has imagined over the years, which now seem to be becoming a reality of sensations with Emma.
Her fucking him as he was at school. No, he had never done that with any Subjects before now. The horizons she is opening for him to experience are more than he could ever imagine.
And now, at this moment, feeling his cock so tied up. Holding it hard even if he did come some, and up in her, while not being able to feel her throb against him. The enlightenment of feeling the strings press against her cunt and his cock as they rock together. So well worth it.
Donald lets Emma ride him over and over. He can tell the feel of the rough string against the sides of her cunt is arousing to her. And as he lifts, pulls her to him so he can suck her rosy breasts and tits, still enclosed in the lassos, she moans and whimpers at his attention.
Her hands are on his chest, and he feels her caressing and squeezing his slight man breasts and pinching his nipples to make him squirm inside her.
Donald feels Emma taking him over the mountain. Being tied up, seeing her bound boobs bouncing in from of him as he feels her squeeze his nipples in rhythm with how the sides of her pussy are squeezing against his trussed shaft is overwhelming. He tries his best to delay coming, but he can’t hold back much more.
When Emma arches her back and lets out a low animal moan, he knows she is cumming and he shoots all up into her, filling her fully. As she usually does now, Emma does not release him from her hold until the last drop is sucked from him. Only then does she lift herself off him and lay by his side.
Donald reaches for some scissors on the nightstand and carefully clips the bindings off Emma’s breasts, unwinding them slowly so she can relax and allow them back to their normal state. He gentle caresses and kisses them as the rose fades from them and they return to their normal wonderful shape.
It is only when he is sure that Emma is back down from that cliff he had her on, that he hands her the scissors and asks her to release him. “Be careful where you snip, Emma,” he laughingly tells her.
On his back, she leans over him and is so cautious as she pulls the strings a bit away to be able to snip to allow it to be unwound off Donald. She, in turn, caress his shaft and balls, leaning to kiss them tenderly as they lose their red swollenness tenderly.
“I think a hot bath is what we need now, Emma, to make us completely relax now,” Donald suggests to her.
Emma agrees, and in moments, the steaming bath is drawn, Donald sitting with Emma between his legs, his cock resting against her crack as she leans back against him. He pours warm water over and over on them, taking soaked clothes to lay over Emma’s breasts to keep them warm as they take their time running their fingers up and down each other’s thighs. It is a marvelous way to spend the next hour.
When the water starts to cool a little, Donald drains some and add more hot water, so they are submerged in this warm cocoon of wetness. They don’t talk now, just lean and touch together, enjoying these moments of complete contentment in each other’s arms.
Once they are rather shriveled from soaking so long, Donald helps Emma from the tub and puts thick fluffy terrycloth robes around them both. Even though the weather is getting much hotter, right now the warmth of the robes feels right.
They wander into the living room, Donald fixes them both drinks, and they turn the television on to some mindless program, which they don’t watch as they spend most of their time like two teenagers making out on their parent’s couch. They giggle together as each finds the special spots on each other they discovered on Sunday.
Donald does take time from their play to add the thirty-four pearl to Emma’s necklace as they always have. There are not many more to go now. And the ones next to come are all moving her to the finale. Will Donald take her to the complete conclusion, or will he decide he does not want her to end there? This he has been pondering more and more, wafting back and forth over what would be the right thing, for Emma.
He is in conflict with himself about this, but at this moment, when she is completely his, and he hers, nothing else really matters.
Emma brings him to that state of longing again, and he slowly unties her robe, and lays it to her side, as he lowers her back on the couch. She reaches and unties his robe and pushes it to his sides. Both gaze into each other’s eyes, and they know where they need to be now.
Making out and foreplay all are good, but to feel Donald up in her is what Emma constantly craves. She feels his glans run up and down her wet slit preparing himself for her. He leans and kisses her deeply once more as he presses himself into her. She whines with anticipation.
Yes, untethered now Donald enters her. The feeling of the strings against her wet cunt was interesting, but she loves to feel Donald’s raw manhood thrusting into her. She can’t imagine another man ever entering her special lust cave but Donald. It had been rather fun doing the chatting and then video talking with those other men, but for the real thing, all she really wants inside her is Donald.
Okay, to be honest, the feel of Sasha especially, and Connie, were rather delightful and she might want to try that again. But for men, this one is enough for her. Unless he orders her otherwise. Would she be able to do it to please him?
All this runs through Emma’s mind as she gasps and cries out from each of Donald’s plunges into her. And the throbbing and clenching begin again. It amazes her how much fluid springs from her each time she clutches his shaft. Emma has never actually ‘spurted’ as she had read about, but what comes flowing from her every time Donald touches or fucks her in any way is more than enough.
Together they are singing out their enjoyment with each other, rising, rising, yes there! Both throb and clench and release all their contained juices in and on each other. Donald falls on her and waits for what will come next. He is addicted now to Emma’s after attention to make sure he has fully expelled all his cum into her.
As she does, he suddenly finds himself contemplating what it might have been like if Emma and he had met twenty years ago, and him finding himself under her charms. Would they perhaps have had a ? All the sperm he has squirting in her this last month, at that time would have surely made her pregnant. And how would he have felt about it?
Suddenly, a wave of sadness washes over him. What a perfect he and Emma would have created. But then he realizes that perhaps it is just as well, as he is not sure he would want to have to consistently share Emma with anyone else.
Emma has no idea of the thoughts that are running through Donald’s head, and he will never express them. It is just a passing flash of what might have been. But what they have now, is all that is needed.
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E036: The third Sunday and the nineteenth pearl
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Posted:Feb 16, 2019 9:30 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 3:13 am
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Sunday morning finds both Emma and Donald waking contently. Though Emma is a little confused as after forty years waking in the same room at her house, now rousing in different places is making her head spin a bit.
They go and take a long leisurely bath in the large tub the hotel room has. Donald washes her slowing, caressing every inch of her body as he soaps her. Then he lifts her up to settle on his hard cock as she faces him this time.
Emma moans with delight to feel his cock so up in her again. She realizes that she is becoming addicted to it, the feel of the strong, long shaft up pressing in her to the maximum. Just her thinking of it up in her makes her throb, and when feeling it there, where she now knows it needs to be, shudders and spasms run through her.
The bath is extraordinary. Running her soapy fingers all over his body, cleaning him as he lifts her and drops her over and over on his cock is sending her to seventh heaven. And when the wave of climax rushes over her, her cries of joy are loud and strong.
Donald savors every second of it. And after Emma has arched her back, clenched his dick so hard as she cries out, he cums quickly following her.
For Donald, it is the same as Emma. Feeling his cock up deep in her is the most satisfying endeavor he ever has had. If there were some way where they could exist with him up in her all the time, he would be in heaven. He knows that is impossible. But he is content that each new time he presses his cock up into Emma, whether her cunt or her mouth, this level of fulfillment returns.
Then, there is always a little sense of disappointment when he cums and again flaccid and must slip out of his pleasure palace for a time.
Their bath is so enjoyable to both. Donald rinses them off and helps Emma from the tub. Putting the terry cloth bathrobes around them both, then taking a towel and drying her hair.
He brings a chair from the bedroom and has her sit on it, as he does his best to fluff and dry her hair. They had not brought anything with them when they came shopping yesterday, so it is rather make-shift.
And though Emma does not have any makeup on right now, her glow from the bath fun is enough.
He helps her dress in her clothes from yesterday and then dresses himself. His pants after the soaking and drying only show a slight stain from Emma’s emissions yesterday.
He gathers all the bags and hands them to Emma for now, he takes her in his arms and kisses her passionately. She responses in an excellent way.
He slaps her ass and tells her it is time for them to get home.
‘Again, the home reference,’ Emma thinks and smiles inwardly.
His hand on her ass, he steers her to the elevator, and down to the lobby.
Emma is a little embarrassed that she is wearing the same clothes as when they arrived, and they have no luggage, but with Donald’s hand on her ass, as they leave the hotel and walk to the car, she feels herself beginning to drip once more.
In the car, and throughout the hour and a half drive home, Donald continually places his right hand on her thigh and runs it up and down it, closer and closer to her crotch. He is making her wetter and wetter.
She tries to return the favor of rubbing his thigh and higher, but when he begins to harden, he takes her hand away saying he does not want to get in an accident. But it is so hard to keep her hands off him, especially as he is arousing her so with his hand play.
Finally, home, Donald picking up the packages in one hand, he opens Emma’s door as she removes her seatbelt, and the passion for her again overtakes him. He swoops Emma up and over his shoulder and carries her into the house.
Before he lets her down after dropping the bags, he lifts her dress, exposing her thong ass and spanks each cheek several times. Emma over his shoulder this way cries out in surprise and arousal. All she can think about is what a wonderful sensation.
Donald then drops her on her bed, and as she lays watching up at him, he peels off all his clothes. Yes, Emma’s wonderful god of lust is in front of her, fully naked once again.
It takes only a minute or two until he has all her clothes off her too.
He tells her to roll over and lift her ass. He wants to enjoy her rosy bottom as he fucks her. And he is justly rewarded. Her rosy ass is raised to accept him, and her legs knowingly spread. He rubs his hard cock, up and down her crack a bit.
Emma is a bit scared at this, but if it happens without warning, she thinks she is ready.
Instead, he then runs it up and down her wet slit, lubing it for what is only seconds away.
Emma is somewhat unprepared for how quickly, and deeply, he plows into her this time. She lets out an animal cry in response to him entering her.
Donald can’t help himself right now and hopes that Emma is enjoying it too. But the touching, caressing, both ways in the car has gotten to him way too much. He needs to cum in Emma quickly and fully.
He hears her start to pant and realizes she needs this release as much as him. Together breathing heavily and gasping, they ride this crescendo wave coming over them. Going higher and higher as they both huff and puff their increased desire for each other, and the point they are so reaching for.
And it happens. Together they both climax in a messy mixture of cum, clenching, throbbing and satisfied desire. Sweat is dripping from them both, but neither cares. Spent, they drop to the bed, the comforter now saturated from their mix cum. But in time, Karen or Julie will take care of that.
It takes a while for them to compose themselves, but then another hunger overtakes them both. They have not eaten since last night, and since then have exerted a lot of energy. Donald goes to the bathroom and returns with a wet washcloth and wipes Emma clean before cleaning himself some too. He helps her from the bed and leads her to the kitchen where together they make a wonderful lunch for themselves.
Working side by side cooking and preparing send a glow through Emma. It is so nice. And while Donald doesn’t want to admit it, Emma at his side as they make their lunch is so perfect to him.
The meal prepared, they go to the kitchen table, but today, Donald removes the plug from Emma’s seat. “Not yet, after last night, I don’t think so,” he tells her.
And acknowledging her tenderness, Emma nods in agreement.
The lunch is wonderful as they chat like old friends now, telling each other silly stories about things from their past. They take their time, and the bottle of wine is finished before they rise from the table.
“Emma, would you like just to spend the afternoon reading more of your mother’s diary?” Donald asks her. He now feels this concern about pushing her too far, too fast.
“That would be nice,” Emma replies, but a bit of tear well in her eyes as she thinks that in just a few hours, if things are still the same, Donald will be sending her home.
Donald is a little confused by her start of tears and tells her that they don’t have to read the diary if it might upset her.
Emma stammers a reply about realizing he will be sending her away soon as she really begins to cry, and her voice breaks as saying it. She knows she is somewhat crossing a line by sayings this, but she can’t help herself. She does not want to be apart from Donald for a night ever again.
Donald engulfs her in his arms and stroking her to calm, and he tells her, “No, you will stay here tonight. You don’t have to go back to your house.”
And for the first time ever, he feels his heart swell as he tells her this. He never knew how that could feel, but Emma wanting to be with him that much does overwhelm him.
“Come now,” Donald says as Emma calms herself, “Let go into the living room and enjoy your mother’s next entry. Don’t worry about me sending you away.”
And Emma’s sopping ceased, and Donald wiping the tears from her eyes, she smiles at him and nods.
Settled on the couch, Donald against the pillow at one end, Emma nesting against him with the diary in front of them, Donald begins to read.
April 27, 1974
After Edward ‘straighten me out’ Friday afternoon, he told me as he drove me home that we needed to move both our things into the house this weekend so that it will be ready for us after our wedding.
I am resolved to accept the house as it is. Actually, after the excitement in the bedroom, none of the furniture seemed that bad. It is not as I envisioned my home to be, I had hoped for modern things, but realizing Edward’s soon to be bank president’s position, I understood how this furniture was so much more appropriate.
He told me he would be over to my house, well my parent’s house at ten in the morning. We would pack my things to take. Then we would go to his apartment which has so much more to decide and pack on Sunday.
Saturday morning, as I woke, I heard my parent’s leaving, so an hour or two later when Edward rang the bell, I greeted him in my baby-doll pajamas. He was slightly taken back and when he leaned to kiss me whispered in my ear, “Should I spank you for answering the door this way, or ravish you, which I so want to right now?”
I replied, “Well I am home alone right now, which do you feel you would like best?”
In response, Edward lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bed.
He had his pants down in seconds, as were my panty bottoms. My legs were lifted over my head, and his hard-sweet cock was inside me.
“Charlotte, I think I might still need to spank you for that display at the door, but oh, right now, right here, in you, you are forgiven for that.”
And Edward rammed into me harder and harder. I gasped and sighed with every thrust.
My legs were now up around his neck, and I am panting and moaning so loud. The thought that Edward was fucking me on my childhood bed just raised the intensity so much more. And I quickly realized it was doing the same thing for Edward.
It was at this unspoken moment of realization that we both came crashing down on each other in one monumental moment of gratification.
We lay on my bed for several minutes. Realizing then my bed has the scent of our mingled desires and juices. I will enjoy that smell over the last week in this bed before I move to our new home together.
He stands and pulls up his pants. “Charlotte, get dressed, I want to watch you, and then we do need to pack your things.”
I giggle as I go, bare-assed now, to my closest and pull out a dress. To my dresser and got a bra and panties.
I lifted the baby doll top off me, and stood nude in front of Edward, wishing he would reach out and stroke my again throbbing pussy. But he was oblivious to all my longings.
I picked out one of my lowest cut and shortest dresses. Picked up the bra and silk panties and started putting the clothing on me. When I pulled my dress down and adjusted it on me Edward’s eyes were glued to my cleavage, and there is a frown on his face.
“Charlotte, we talked about how your dress is often is too revealing and how you are going to have to change your style of clothes when we marry. It is not that I don’t enjoy how it looks on you, but there are appearances we must maintain. You may wear that today as I do like it, but we will start by going through your clothes and deciding what is appropriate and what will be cast aside.”
I knew what he said and remembered my promise to him to change. But I liked to wear this type of outfit, but soon it will be out of my hands and not allowed. I sighed deeply in disappointment but was totally acceptant of these rules if it meant I have Edward.
He has me go to my closet and bring all my outfits to the bed. Only a fraction of them is deemed acceptable. The rest are in a pile to give away. I get bags from the kitchen for the donated items and a box for the ones which may accompany us.
Edward was rather interesting. While my outer appearance must be demure, my underclothing he wanted as skimpy as possible. His private knowledge that I was underneath his personal slut. Knowing this now, and what closest to my skin I will be wearing just for him, takes the sting of my soon to be public persona away some.
The more sturdy, reliable underwear was added to the charity bags.
Emma stops him there in the reading.
“I didn’t say anything as while I was curious about it, I was rather embarrassed. Mother lingerie was all rather skimpy and sexy. Many matching sets, with garters and stockings to match. How interesting that father wanted to put his light under a bushel.”
After thinking a moment, Donald replied, “I suppose I can see a man wanting to keep his treasure a secret and hidden from others, I myself love to make you as sexually desirable when out in the world, so that other men envy me and lust for you.”
Donald’s statement somewhat surprises Emma, remember the spanking her backside got yesterday for her being to be alluring to other men. So that is a thin line she will have to balance on for him.
They turn back to Emma’s mother’s entry.
We finished packing my books, trinkets, jewelry, and other things. My hope chest has been filled for a few years now with things to start our marriage with, and that is moved towards the door for taking with us.
I realize that in my parents’ home I did not have very many personal items. The basic daily necessities would stay here for now. And Edward had kept back six of my most revealing outfits, telling me to enjoy them for the week until our wedding.
So, while Edward had told me we were really married from the night of my first spanking and what followed afterward, he is allowing me some freedom until it is signed, sealed and delivered from the church and state.
I smile over this as he tells me that after we drop the boxes at our home, and we take care of something else, he would take me shopping for some new proper outfits.
The idea of a shopping trip excited me, but I puzzled over what the ‘something else’ was going to be.
After we had unloaded the boxes and carried the hope chest to sit in our bedroom against the wall, Edward helped me unpack and hang or put away all my meager piles of clothes.
Edward then goes to his chest in the room, and from a low drawer he takes something out and comes over to me. “Emma, I want you to lean over the end of the bed. I am going to pull your panties down, and you are going to spread very wide for me. This is to help you begin to train for upcoming things.”
I didn’t know what to expect, and when I felt Edward’s fingers spread my cheeks, revealing my asshole, I am so embarrassed and not sure what was going to happen. I can’t see what he was doing, only the rustlings. I felt this liquid being dripped up and down my crack, but then a small nozzle is inserted in me, and I felt the fluid flooding my anus.
That removed, I then felt Edward’s finger pressed into me, but I realized it was covered in a rubber glove as it felt so different that when his hand caressed my slit. It pressed into me, and I gasped at the sudden invasion.
He moved it around a bit as I moan. When he pulled it out, I realized I want more. And it is delivered when two fingers were now up in my anus, stretching it and pressing against the walls as they wiggled around. Why was this now making me wet?
He played with me this way for several minutes, and then pulled away again.
“Charlotte, reach back and spread your cheeks for me,” he told me, “I am going to put what is called a butt plug up in you. It is not that big to start, but I want you to wear one for at least two hours a day to prepare yourself for me to enter you this way.”
I was overwhelmed. Yes, I had heard of such things, but he wanted to butt fuck me? How often I wondered, and could I take it?
Before I could even resolve myself to this, I felt the plug pressed up and in me. It hurt some going in, but when settled, bent over the bed, it felt rather interesting and unique. Edward lifted my panties back up over me, and he lowered my dress.
“Stand up Charlotte and let’s get shopping for you. We can’t waste the day away,” Edwards told me.
Standing I sensed the plug up in me, and as I walked, the sensation of it more and more. It was getting me wetter and wetter.
‘What am I becoming, willing to do, for my beloved?’
The shopping trip lasted several hours, all the while the butt plug was up in me. Edward bought me dresses, suits and more lingerie, all the best quality, from the best stores. He told me that he did not want me ever to wear pants again. Even when working in the yard or garden. And my dresses all were conservative and just above the knee. Goodbye to miniskirts for me it seemed.
By the time we finished, the plug was starting to annoy me some. It was fun at first, but hours later, not so much. I apologized to Edward telling him as much.
“Charlotte, I wanted to see today how long you could handle it in preparation, and you have done wonderfully, not complaining before this. Let’s get you home and out of it. Tomorrow I will show you how to put it in for yourself, and then I want you to wear it for a couple of hours, or as long as you can, each day until our wedding. Then you should be well prepared for what is to come.”
I was apprehensive about what he had ‘planned ahead’ but was willing to do whatever my prince expected.
We took my new outfits to the house, and he made me wait until all were opened, tags taken off and hanged and folded before he went to the couch and told me to lay across his lap.
Only then did he lift my dress over my back, pulled my panties down to my thighs, and gently eased the plug out of me. Surprisingly, I felt a little empty now without it.
After that, we went out to eat, and he took me home. “Be ready to leave when I arrive tomorrow so we can get my things packed for the movers coming on Monday,” Edward told me as he departed.
I guessed there wouldn’t be a repeat in my bed tomorrow morning. But I did get to enjoy our lingering scent as I went to sleep.
Donald holds Emma tight after finishing that entry. “It seems your mother had some plug training also?”
“So, it seems,” Emma thoughtfully replies.
And for the first time does start to think about what all her time on the plugs, and her new paddle up in her, will be leading to. And if she will enjoy that or for that matter, be able to endure it?
Donald hugs her again and whispers in her ear, like he knew what she is thinking, “Soon my dear, soon.”
He continues, “Would you like me to put a plug up in you now and we read her entry for the next day?”
Emma shivers at the thought but nods her head in response.
Donald leads her to the kitchen to bend over the table as he lubes her up in readiness. Then she feels the head of the plug press into her as she moans. More and more of it presses into her. It is not anywhere as long as the paddle handle last night but is a little thicker. He rubs her back as she stays in this position for a minute to adjust to the feeling.
She stands and smiles at Donald and tells him she can’t wait to read the next entry.
Donald is a bit concerned to have her filled this way again so soon after last night. But Emma seems to relish in this.
They return to their places on the couch, now with drinks to sip on as the diary continues.
April 28, 1974
Edward picked me up right and nine o’clock this morning, and I was ready to go in the first of the dresses he allowed me to keep, for now. I wore one of skimpiest bra and panties, but from what he bought for me yesterday, these were rather tame.
He apologized to my parents for us missing church today, but it was going to take time to pack his things for the movers coming the next morning.
I have a small bag packed for tomorrow. I told my parents that I would be staying at Edward’s tonight to be there for the movers in the morning. Edward was going to sleep on the couch. They just smiled at me and said they were sure the arrangements would be fine and proper.
I guessed that as marriage was within a week, they were not going to worry anymore.
At Edward’s apartment, he took me first to the bathroom where I saw the plug and lubricant sitting. He told me to bend over the counter, and again my dress was raised to my back, my panties lowered to my knees, and with his hands, he spread my legs wide.
“This is the best position for you to be in to insert it yourself,” Edward explains. He put on a pair of rubber gloves again and rubbed lube over my back hole and up in me. He told me to reach behind myself and spread my cheeks with one hand, which I did.
He put the plug in my other hand and told me he wanted to see me insert it. His lubricated fingers found their way to my slit and ran up and down it as I started. I looked him as I began to press it up in me. There were tears in the corner of my eyes as I did this, but as I looked at him and saw how hard he was becoming under his trousers as he watched me, this a surge ran through me as I pressed it up in. I adjusted it a little and then stood.
I bent to pull up my panties, but Edward said, “Don’t!”
He pulled me to his bed while he was undoing his pants and letting them and his boxers fall to his knees. Before I knew it, he had me on my back on his bed, my panties hanging from one ankle, my dress flipped up over me almost blocking my view. Edward lifted and spread my legs, and I felt him thrust all his manhood up into my waiting wet cunt.
The sublime feeling of his hard cock in me, while the plug is stuffed in my anus astonished me. Oh, to be so filled at one time. I could tell that Edward was amazed at the sensation also as he started to tremble hard. He thrust and thrust again and again up in me hard, and it only took a few for me to start gripping him with each pulse. We both were panting and moaning at the experience we were enjoying for the first time.
At this level of intensity, it took no time for us both to cum hard and fast. It was wonderful if a bit short, but the passion of the moment overtook us both.
Edward pulled me to him, my dress lowered again, and kissed all over my face, neck and ears just muttering, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” It filled my soul to know that he enjoyed this so much.
We laid this way for a few minutes, then Edward said, “We should get busy, but would you do one thing for me today as we pack?”
When I asked him what, he replied, “Would you take all your clothes off and pack things naked so I can see that plug up in you while you do?”
I blushed at his request but stood and took my dress off over my head, then my bra, the panties I shook from my one ankle. Again, naked before him. He turned me around, and I felt him twist and turn the plug some which made me moan in pleasure. He slapped my ass cheek and said we need to get to work as he buttoned himself back up.
I would have enjoyed it more to see him naked all day, but there was something about being naked with him dressed watching me pack and clean which aroused me as much as I saw it continued to arouse him during the day.
And I got the benefits of that several times before the day was over.
We emptied his dresser drawers and closet first. A lot of his furniture we weren’t taking was being donated to a resale shop. He explained the tax deduction would add to the nest egg we would have to start. I didn’t understand those things but accept that he did.
When we got to the kitchen, and I was standing to empty the cabinets, he came up behind me and reached around my waist. I felt him hard against me as he again unzipped himself. He pressed my chest and waist down on the counter, spread my legs, and I felt him worm his way back up into my vag the second time today.
This time he took longer, slower strokes to be sure to press into me as deep as he could with each one. I cried out in excitement as again I felt his thick shaft shoving into me. And again, I felt the sensation of both my lower holes being so filled at the same time. This joint feeling of being stuffed so well sent wave after wave of exploding quivers through me.
On and on it went, feeling so good. Me almost to the summit, cried out, “Don’t stop Edward, don’t stop.” As I came with a rush of throbbing, guttural sounds from my lips and my back arched lifting my head off the counter.
But I did not want him to stop, and he hadn’t reached that pinnacle yet either. “Keep going Edward, don’t stop,” I gasped out at him.
Now he started to thrust faster and harder, I heard him panting and his hot breath on my neck as he leans over the counter some too. I felt his prick shaking in anticipation in me, and knew he was almost there. And he was, a volcanic blast was deposited up in me as he gave out a great moan. I too felt shudders again running through me. I clenched his softening shaft up in me, not wanting it to depart quite yet.
After a few minutes of Edward leaning against my back kissing the back of my neck, he stood and drew out of me. He grabbed some paper towels, wetted them with warm water, and first washed our mixed fluids from my slit, then cleaned himself off some. His pants rezipped, he went over to the pots and pans closet and began asking me which ones I wanted to keep as if the last half hour diversion had not taken place.
But he did have a huge grin on his face.
The kitchen packed, Edward made us some sandwiches which we ate off paper towels before we moved on the living room and all his bookshelves.
It is nice that our house has a large den for him with built-in bookcases for all his volumes. We sorted and packed theses. Together we decided that the desk and chairs should be moved for his new den.
Once more, something came over Edward, and he sat down on his larger leather desk chair and unzipped himself.
“Come here Charlotte,” he softly commanded me. I felt myself beginning to drip at the sound of the zipper.
He motions me to kneel between his legs, under the desk, as he pulls himself up to me to suck him. It is dark under the desk, and the idea of him working at it as I sucked and licked him sets off the rather kinky fantasy through my head.
Edward was at his desk like this at work; I was hidden nude under it as he discussed loan options with a . All the time I was licking and sucking him. He would occasionally pat my head as they talked, and I felt him harden. From time to time he would lift my head a little letting me know I needed to stop so he could compose himself and continue. Only when I hear him tell the where to sign the forms did I suck him to cumming.
He shuttered a little but kept himself composed as I licked him clean and zipped him up in time for him to stand and shake hands for the conclusion of the loan.
This scenario ran through my head as I sucked and licked Edward, who alone with only me there could indulge in moaning in enjoyment. He backed his chair up about midway along, and I had to crawl forward some, his cock firmly in my mouth. Out from under the desk now he could see my ass and plug wiggling. He played with the plug turning and twisting and pulling it a bit out, and then back in.
He kept doing this to torment me so wonderfully until his back arched some, and I taste him blast down my throat. So hard he came today, over and over.
I let him calm himself before I pulled the cock from my mouth and licked him clean again.
“Charlotte, you are going to make a wonderful wife for me,” he told me. Then he pulled me on his lap, opened a desk drawer and handed me a small box.
Again, it was from the expensive jewelry store. I opened it to find a pair of beautiful pearl drop earrings. So delicately handcrafted.
“These are for you to wear on our wedding day. My thank you to you for agreeing to be the wife in the way I need you to be.”
I fling my arms around his neck and thank him for asking me to be his bride.
Afterward, he told me that we needed to get that plug out of me as it had been over six hours that I have been wearing it. He led me to the bathroom and had me bend over and reach behind me to pull it out. It felt rather good when it was in, but the release from it was so special.
Edward showed me how to clean and dry it, and then put it and a tube of lube in a little satin bag for me to keep during the week.
“Tomorrow, we will put it up in you before I leave for work, and then try to keep wearing it until the movers leave. You can take it out then before you follow them to our house.”
Over dinner that night, delivered pizza and beer, I whispered to Edward the fantasy I was having while under his desk, blushing through the whole account.
He laughed appreciatively and asked if I wanted to be fucked on his desk too?
I giggled in reply, and he said that was something which could be arranged easily. He lifted me and carried me to his now bare desk and sat me on it facing him. I was still naked as I never did dress again that day. I unzipped his trousers, and once more they fell to his knees, but this time he kicked them down to his ankles and stepped out of them and his shoes. I pulled his shirt off him as he did.
Then, he pulled me to him, and my head fell back on the desk as I lifted my legs over his shoulders. He thrust into me for the third time that day. Well fourth, if counting when I took him in my mouth.
This time we got a rhythm going from the start, and just pleasured each other with each lunge, gazing into each other’s eyes the whole time. Soon we were both panting and breathing hard as our faces, necks, and chests reddened. Yes, we were both moving towards that thunder moment, which was as good as all the others had today.
Edward moved his hand to my clit, and with his thumb began rubbing against it as his fingers played in my mons. This sent further shockwaves through me. I cried out in ecstasy. He just smiled at me as he continued to pant.
We went on this way for almost a half hour; he eased up on my clit when he saw I was going to tip over too soon. Finally, together we reached the peak, and both cried out together as we crashed down.
Edward brushed the wet hair from my face and just grinned at me as our breathing slowed. “We will make a great team I think Charlotte. Let’s never forget the fun of today.”
All I could do is smile back and nod my bed.
After all we accomplished that day, we were ready to fall asleep early, so after a little tv, we did.
Edward did sleep on the couch like I had told my parents, I just never mentioned afterward that I slept on the couch too. In his arms.
Donald has been reaching under Emma from time to time as they read twisting and turning her plug too. When they finish the entry, she turns to him and in a meek voice asks, “Sir, would you like to fuck me while the plug is up in me?”
Donald is somewhat astounded, mainly from Emma referring to it as fucking, but he is now is starting to be accustom to her astonishing him. “Would you like me to? I would very much enjoy doing it.”
“Oh yes sir, if it would give you enjoyment.” And with that Emma stands and walks to the end of the couch and bend over the arm of it. Wide-eyed Donald follows her.
He spreads her legs and runs his hand up her slit first to make sure she is ready. As expected, she is dripping. Then moves his cock up and down the same way to lubricate it. And Emma feels him begin to press into her, stopping an inch in to make sure she is ready for what is to come.
In response, and to encourage him, she presses back against him, so he is in an inch further and lets out a moan of pleasure.
She feels his cock fill her cunt as the plug is pressing against them from her anus. Oh, she now knows what her mother meant about the delightful intrusion. They rock together as her parents had so many years before on their first adventure this way.
Emma shook the thought of her parents from her mind so that she could enjoy the decadence of their undertaking fully. It does feel so good. Yes, let it go on and on. And it does for quite a while, but they too reach the tip, a higher tip than either ever really felt before, and then the cascading down as Donald now fills her with her with his sperm.
A perfect ending to that chapter of her mother’s story.
Donald helps her up, carries her to her bedroom. There, after removing the plug and cleaning them both off, comes and undoes her necklace.
“I owed you your seventeenth and eighteenth pearl from yesterday, but just now, I do believe you have earned your nineteenth one too.”
Emma grins as Donald takes his time to drop the three new pearls on to her necklace.
‘It won’t be much longer until this chain is filled,’ Emma thinks to herself, ‘but then what?’
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E063: The thirty-sixth pearl
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Posted:Feb 15, 2019 8:35 am
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After their nap and giving of the most recent pearl, Donald and Emma, now back to that state, get up. They have a nice dinner together chatting about how both felt about that day’s play. Now with no plug-in, Emma eats, after the long day with the tail in her.
Their conversation then turns to general things. Emma talks about having painters come in to make her house much more enjoyable after all the old furniture is removed. Which the auction house is yearning for her to release all of these antiques to them, which she is getting so close to allowing.
Dinner over, they watch tv for a little as they kiss, fondle, and sip their drinks for a couple or three hours. Then Donald says they should get to bed, as tomorrow is going to be a very busy day. He is so glad she accepted everything today, so he knows she is ready for what is ahead.
Emma looks at him questioningly, but knowing her place, does not ask him to explain.
The next morning, after the regular rituals for the day, Donald again covers her with the glittering lotion. “Emma, I want you to get used to this glow about you, it will give you the confidence you will need ahead,” Donald tells her.
Again, she is a little confused but knows all will be revealed when the time arrives. And she does like the radiance that seems to come from her, and she does feel lovelier and more self-assured.
After breakfast, Donald takes her to the special room in the basement. They have been here for sessions a couple of times since the first, but today, no candles are burning, rather the lights are on fully, so she has an excellent view of herself in the mirror as she enters the chamber.
Today is different though. Donald seems to be instructing her to learn poise and grace. He starts her on the wheel, but only lifts her arms up to hold her steady, her feet firmly on the ground. The crop is there as usual. Donald puts a book on her head and tells her she will only be spanked if the book falls off her head as she rounds the circle.
Like a trainer, Donald picks up the crop and walks beside Emma as she begins to circle. Halfway around, the book does fall from her head when she leans forward a bit. Four stinging spanks from the crop are delivered on her ass cheeks. That hurt.
Donald picks up the book, places it back on her head, and delivers two more swats on each cheek before he tells her to continue.
It is a slow walk at first, as she gets accustomed to standing so straight to keep the book on her head. Emma makes it twice around the circle before she tips her head too far back this time, thinking she is stabilizing the book better.
This time there are six spanks to her cheeks from the crop.
Spank, swat, spank, swat, spank, swat.
She feels the pain of the spanks run through her body and begins to drip from them. Donald picks up the book, places it on her head, then the fingers of his one hand caress her slit, feeling all the wetness, as the crop delivers six more slaps to her cheeks.
Emma groans from the attention and almost lets the book slip off again, but does manage to stand straight still. She begins to get the idea of this walking and makes it around the circle ten times without letting the book drop.
Donald is pleased with her beginning to learn. He urges her on around a few more times, to make it twenty circles this way. Only once during this extended time does the book drop, and Emma gets eight spanks to her reddening cheeks. She takes her punishment as she throbs from it. She does wonder if she dropped the book on purpose this time to feel the crop against her cheeks again.
The book is placed back on her head, Donald’s fingers playing in her slit as eight more slaps of the crop are administered to her cheeks and upper thighs.
As Emma circles over and over, half the circle she can see herself in the mirror on the one wall. The glitter is shining on her, her head and body so straight, it gives her a smoldering feeling of joy as she watches herself.
When the twenty circles are completed, Donald has her to continue to stand with her arms up and cuffed to the chain, while he walks away from her. She is so turned that she can’t see him in the mirror. A moment later he is back.
He stands behind her and kneels down. Lifting one foot first, he puts a spiked high heel on her and then the same to the other foot. Now while still tethered, Emma’s arms are relaxed a little.
She is amazed that the book did not fall off in this procedure.
Donald stands now and tells her she must now do thirty turns of the circle in heels. She smiles at him and nods her acceptance. That nod was a mistake, the book falls off, and ten thrashes with the crop are quickly delivered. But again, as she dripped from each swat after the book was placed on her head again, the fingers are there, up her vag and buffing her clit as the other ten spanks from the crop are delivered.
Emma cannot see her ass as she walks, even from the mirror, as if she would turn her head to look she is sure the book will fall again, but she does wonder how red it is. The stinging sensation running through her from the spanks is so electric and enjoyable.
She carefully walks around the circle again wearing the highest heels she has ever worn. And so spiked, she is a little leery at first about how sure of herself in them she is. But after three circles, she gains more confidence, and at Donald’s urging, she walks a little faster.
Emma now understands this whole exercise. She is gaining more faith in herself. She can do these things. All the things Donald has been teaching her. She does have more buoyancy about herself and her abilities. Donald has given her all of this.
And her heart swells, realizing how much she owes him for all he has given her and her new love for him.
She finishes the thirty circles with only one time slipping a little and the book falling from her head. Donald steadies her and puts the book back on her head then as over twenty-five of the circles are completed. He again strokes her slit back and forth for a bit and just spanks her with his hand times. He is so proud of Emma now, he can’t really punish her that much.
But the feel of her juices rushing from her as he spanks her arouses him so. He is getting rather hard and will need some release soon.
Finished with this exercise, and as said, Donald in need, he unhooks her from the cuffs and tells her to walk to the bed.
He has been behind her the whole time, circling so she did not see how hard he has become, or how red with passion. At the bed, she turns to face him and does see. She starts to throb with lust at the sight.
She falls back on the bed, her thighs wide apart, the high heels do raise her ass somewhat higher, which in this position waiting for Donald to enter her, sends rushes through her whole body.
Donald, down on his princess, shimmering in the light from the lotion all over her, and the dazzling display of the moisture on her cunt starts precum to lubricate his glans. He quickly kneels between Emma’s legs and guides his cock into her. She moans in acceptance.
Donald fucks her hard and fast, the build-up in him needing release quickly. They both are panting hard at each thrust in her, as she throbs against him. They are in accord that this is what is needed at this moment.
Emma lifts her legs over Donald’s shoulders to be even better positioned for this amazing encounter between them. The spiked heels of her heels poke his back from this placement of Emma’s legs. The slight pain from this is so erotic to Donald, he has to pace himself some so not to before he can enjoy this for a while.
Emma, so reaching towards her own peak, does not realize how much the shoes are pressing their spikes into Donald’s back as they both keep groaning with pleasure from this.
Emma cries out, arches her back, making the spikes press even harder into Donald’s back, and throbs so hard against him as she climaxes. Donald is overwhelmed with all of this and a second later shoots his sperm into Emma.
Both sated now, Emma lowers her legs and they both roll on their sides facing each other. As their panting slows, they put their arms around each other and kiss, deeply and long.
“Emma,” Donald starts after this wonderful interlude, “You mastered that part very well. Now, standing you need to learn to walk in that stature with a leash on. Not on your knees so much today, but proudly displaying yourself.”
Donald reaches for a nearby towel and wipes them both clean before he stands and tells Emma to do the same.
In these heels, after what has just passed, Emma is a little shaky on them but balances herself. Donald brings a gold leash to her and hooks it to her necklace. “You should be in the clamps too, but we will hold that off until this afternoon,” Donald tells her.
Taking the handle of the leash, he begins to walk her around the circle again. At first, he is in the lead, which gives him no view of Emma, but at this time, this is where he needs to be to get her to understand what she needs to do.
Emma does comprehend quickly and walks head , shoulders back, around the circle as she is lead. “Emma, you have learned so how to heel behind me, which will be required. But for now, I want you to take the lead in the circle and go around fifty more times. Try to keep count, as I will too. If you are incorrect, it will lead to a spanking,” Donald directs her.
Emma does move in front of Donald and starts her first circle around the ring. Her arms not tethered now to the ring, the circle is a bit harder to follow, but Emma tries her best and tries to keep count of how many circles she has done. But she is unsure now of where they started from, so moves her count a little forward, a little back from where she had begun with each round.
The leash is held tight on her, and she feels the pull her neck as she orbits around and around. She thinks she is fifty now but is somewhat confused with keeping her head erect, on the heels walking, all of it was a bit much for her.
She stops when she thinks fifty laps are done. Donald comes to stand in front of her with a disappointed on his face. Oh, shit, she did not count right.
“Emma, you were so close, only half the circle to go, how did you miscalculate?” Donald asks her.
Emma hangs her head in shame. “I lost track of where I started, and somewhat on how many I did, I am so sorry Sir,” she replies.
“Well, I am going to have to spank you some before we move on, but you were close, so not that much of a spanking. Only with my hand this time,” Donald says as he takes her hand and leads her to the bed.
He sits down and motions Emma to lay over his lap. He rubs her cheeks slowing and softly over and over, as he feels her pressing against his thighs, his cock. He will be quite aroused again by the time this over.
Emma waits for the first spank to come but she is loving this sweet interlude before Donald begins. Yes, his gentle caresses are so wonderful to feel. Especially with the anticipation of the pain she will soon feel and love also.
And Donald does raise his hand, and the first spank is given, then the second.
Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.
At Donald goes back to rubbing her now rosy cheeks, as his other hand moved beneath her and runs up and down her self-lubricated slit. She is so wet, which makes Donald smile to himself. His sub is such a good slut for him.
Then he does wonder if she is his sub totally. She does do all that he commands her to, but her enjoyment and enthusiasm about it all make him wonder how much is she submitting to him, or how much is it that she is a sexual slut wanting more and more?
He continues to rub her slit, slip into her vag to pleasure her as he continues to spank her over and over. His cock is getting hard her, and they both can feel it as it rises and bumps against her slit too.
Over and over, on each cheek back and forth, and then some attention over and over to the same cheek, then the other. Emma is crying now, tears running down her face. She is so aroused, but also she feels ashamed that she did not please her master and must be punished.
And Donald does feel like that to her right now, her master, who she must obey and do all that he tells her too. That realization, which she has felt from time to time over these past weeks, makes her vanquish herself to him. Yes, she is his completely, to do whatever is ahead as he wishes.
Donald slows the spanking, and then stops and rubs her cheeks gently and up and down her slit a little more vigorously. Emma cries out in delight as she orgasms from the attention, and the peak she has been rising to with the spanking.
He lets her calm herself before he has her stand. Taking the leash again in his hand, he leads her up the stairs, taking his time to make sure with these spiked heels she can do so.
Upstairs, he leads her to her bedroom, and there, goes and gets the nipple and clit clamps. Emma moans with hesitation, and thoughts of pleasure, as she sees what is ahead for her.
Donald clips and runs them through her necklace loop. The pleasure of them since yesterday thrashes through her body as she quivers as each is clipped on her. Her moans of delight make Donald realize she is so ready for what is ahead.
She nods in understanding as he pulls just a bit on the leash and explains again that she must now follow behind him, going where he leads her. She replies in a whisper, “Yes, master.”
Those two words bring a rush over Donald. She is where she needs to be. Can she hold this mind frame until Saturday he wonders?
He leads her first over to the dresser and tells her to lean over. He opens that special drawer and pulls out a rather large plug and some lube. He greases her up, and she fills it pressed into her asshole. Oh, it was rather hard to take in, but when it is in, it feels so good filling her so.
Donald now has her stand, and pulling on the leash a bit, begins to lead her out to the bedroom down to the living room.
She sees her laptop open on the coffee table, as he makes her stand in front of it, back enough that he can get a full body shot of her. Donald tells her they are going back to the one adult site which they enjoyed the other night, but today, she is going to do a broadcast and see how many will come to watch her. His laptop is sitting next to her’s, and she knows he will from there, besides filming her live show, will be monitoring how many are watching.
She blushes profusely at this concept. Can she stand nude in front of who knows how many gapping men? And what will Donald make her do this way?
He clicks on the broadcasting link and turns the camera on her. The leash is hanging down between her breast, to her mons, so all will know she is a sub. Donald directs her to slowly turn around. He then turns the volume on after telling her she will be heard now.
By the time she has slowly turned, over ten men are watching her, and sending messages. Some public, saying how lovely she is, others in private messages suggesting what they would like to do to her.
Donald answers all, as if she is, with suggestive comments in a way.
He motions her to turn around and spread her legs and bend over so all can see her plug. She is bright red faced now but does as directed. As she bends down, she realizes what is expected of her now, and moves her fingers to the ring on the plug and pulls it out some and then thrust back in. She moans some from that feeling.
She is starting to get what she must do and stands and turns back around. Donald holds up a pad of paper with one-hundred written on it. She understands that over one-hundred men and possibly women are watching her broadcast now. He holds up a new sheet which tells her that she must perform until she has over one-thousand viewers.
This does scare her, but her lust at this shows, and she feels herself dripping in her cunt. Why is the idea of all these people watch her like this giving her such a rush?
Facing the camera, she spreads her legs and begins to rub her wet slit, after hesitating and Donald for permission. His grin and nod are all she needs to know she has his permission. Never before has she fully tried to finger fuck herself, but now, knowing people are watching, and the rush crashing through her body, she begins to truly do what Donald has done to her. And then she closes her eyes a little and remembers Connie doing the same to her.
Yes, though she does not want to, she fantasizes about Connie’s soft hands on her cunt, in her vag and rubbing her clit. She gasps as an orgasm overtakes her, and almost falls to the floor.
Donald holds up a message to her to get one of the dining room chairs to sit on. Which she does, and when she returns and sits with her legs fully spread, he holds up a page telling her she has five-hundred watchers now.
He is laughing to himself, trying not to make a sound as he reads the messages that are coming in and responds to them. He tells them that ‘she’ is a sub with her dom watching her performance in the public broadcast. That does bring even more messages of lust for her, and questions about what else she is made to do? How is she disciplined? How far is she willing to go?
Donald responses, always publicly so not to have to repeat himself about Emma’s treatment and abilities. Somehow answering these, or just Emma’s icon on the site that she is broadcasting, brings more and more people, now over seven-hundred and fifty.
Emma has gone back to masturbating with her legs spread on camera. She leans back into the chair as she approaches, and then crashes over another orgasm. When calm, she lifts her head and smiles at the camera and pretends to kiss over and over.
The viewers go wild. It is like she is sending special kisses to each of them.
Emma stands and turns the chair, and bends over the back with her legs spread to show the butt plug again. As the viewers watch, they can tell her one hand is again in her slit, playing there, and the other, if full few begins the in and out of the plug with her finger in the ring helping such play.
The viewers are not the only ones getting hot and bothered by this display. Donald is so hard now, watching her, he wants the one-thousandth viewer to appear so this can be shut down, and he can properly fuck his Emma.
It is getting close, over nine-hundred watchers now.
Donald looks at who is watching and sees that over one-third of the viewers are women. Their comments are the most intriguing; all want to suck Emma so bad, and show her how she could be their sub.
This subservient knowledge of what Emma is doing this seems to take people over the edge. So many comments are about her are making the viewers already. Emma continues to finger herself and is almost to the tip again.
Donald is beside himself in lust and notices that she how has one-thousand two-hundred and thirty watchers. But as he watches her getting ready to tip, he knows he must, for her, let her finish this round.
Just a moment or two later, Emma cries out and falls over the chair, holding the seat as she visibly trembles and calms. When she has slowed her panting, Donald publicly messages to the watchers: thank you for your attention. I hope you enjoyed. Then turned off the camera.
He hurries to Emma’s side and lifts her in his arms to carry her to the couch. Her arms are tight around his neck and tears start to flow from her eyes, smearing her makeup again. He sits on the couch with her in his lap as he strokes her head and back, muttering, "It’s alright" over and over.
Emma calms herself after about minutes. Donald kissing her head and then lifting her face to him, with his thumb he rubs away her tears and smeared makeup. He kisses each of her eyes. And then her cheeks, her ears, and finally, her lips, pressing into her awaiting mouth deep and long.
Emma sighs with contentment.
“Did I do what you wanted me to?” Emma asks expectantly. She is so afraid she did not meet up to his expectations.
Donald kisses her again, and rubs her breasts, removing the clamps as he does. “Emma, you again have exceeded my expectations of you. You did wonderfully. Tell me, how did it feel to masturbate and on camera?” he asks in response.
“Sir, I didn’t know I could do it, and will never without your permission, but it was such a different sensation to experience,” Emma replies.
Donald laughs and tells her perhaps he will have to do that more often for her. He has now released the clit clamp and turns her over on his lap to remove the plug. When all have been removed, the sigh coming from Emma at her release from these says enough. He turns her back on his lap to hold her now, but she can feel his rock-hard cock against her crack. She knows he now needs to discharge himself.
She kisses him again and then falls between his legs kneeling on the floor. “Sir is this how you would like to relieve yourself?” she asks as she takes his glans in her mouth.
“To start Emma, but I think I need to be deep inside you to fully very soon,” Donald replies.
And Emma begins to suck his cock, balls, slit, and asshole bringing him to the ultimate height of enjoyment. When he knows he can’t last much more, he lowers himself to the floor, pushes the coffee table away some, and kneels between Emma’s now spread legs, waiting for him.
Something comes over him at that moment, and he clicks on Emma’s laptop, back to the site and broadcasting and turns the camera to watch him fuck Emma how she needs to be. Emma is unaware of this now voyeuristic sex they are about to have, but pulls his cock to her vag and guides it in.
Donald begins to thoroughly pound her, both calling out, panting and whaling. Donald lifts her ass with his hands so she can feel him even deeper in her. Over and over. He glances once over to the laptop to see there are over two-thousand now watching them fuck. He winks at the camera and goes back to riding Emma to the cliff and over.
He holds himself back from cumming somehow, is it the excitement of so many watching them? Emma comes three times over and over as he rams himself into her. Her now begging for him to release into her.
He smiles down at her and leans and kisses her. And that was all it takes; he feels himself spurting and spurting up in her. What a load he delivers. Emma cums one more time feeling this crash into her. She is holding his cock so hard now; he could not pull out if he wanted to.
Finally, she relaxes enough to allow him to. They just smile at each other. The Donald bends and whispers in her ear, “, before we clean each other up, we have had over two-thousand people watching us fuck. I am sorry but I did want your fan club to enjoy this some.”
Emma blushes deep red, and whispers back at him, “Are they still watching?” as she buries her face in his chest.
Donald laughs, reaches up and closes the laptops, and tells her no, not anymore.
He pulls her up on his lap again and holds her tight as he tells her again that over two-thousand people had watched this broadcast.
Emma is embarrassed, delighted, and aroused all at the same time. “Did they say anything this time?” she asks Donald.
Again, he laughs hard, as he opens the laptop and says, “Let’s see.”
The comments are overwhelming: such lust, such cummings, such begging for more. Would they ever do this again? Neither are sure. But it did bring today to a nice closure.
But what does, even more, is when Donald presents her with her thirty-six pearl. Her necklace seems to be almost full.
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E062: The thirty-fifth pearl
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Posted:Feb 11, 2019 11:31 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2019 1:44 am
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Soon after, Donald and Emma go to bed. As he holds her close to him, which he seems to do to automatically now, Donald thinks about what he is planning for Emma tomorrow. Neither of them has any appointments, obligations or must be anywhere, so it will be a full day of preparing her and playing this new game out. He only hopes that she will enjoy it.
When they wake on Thursday morning, Donald tells Emma to go tan and get massaged. Now, nicely tanned, and even the suit marks disappearing, she only uses the bed a couple of times a week.
Donald sends a message to Karen to take extra time over Emma, so she is limber and relaxed. Emma loves the attention and almost falls back to sleep from the massage. Feeling all her limbs so relaxed, she returns to the bathroom.
She sees Donald at the sink counter stirring something in a cup. He turns and smiles at her and leads her to the shower. He washes her over and over, and then shampoos her hair, she feels his fingers massaging her scalp as he does.
Then he has her sit on the shower bench and begins to paint the concoction in the cup over her hair. Donald explains it is a henna mix, dark brown, but with some golden henna too to make her hair really glow today. He assures her that henna does not last that long, but enough for the weekend ahead.
Emma is a little confused about this but smiles at him as he so carefully covers her hair. He sits down next to her then and tells her that it needs to set for a few minutes. The warm steam from the shower running, but not on them right now, is nice and relaxing.
Donald puts his fingers into her cunt and begins to play with her up and down her slit. Oh, it feels so nice. Emma swoons at his touch whenever it happened unexpectedly. And right now, she feels herself already starting to throb as he slowly plays her. She is his instrument to make wonderful music on. She leans her head back some, and a slow, intense song escapes her.
Donald watches her start to redden in her neck and chest, a sure sign that Emma is moving towards a climax. He presses a couple of finger in her vag and uses his thumb to rub her clit as her song continues. She is in a wonderful special place right now.
The warm water falling on their legs, being brought to a climax with just his fingers, Emma closes her eyes and lets the final crashing of orgasm overtake her. She cries out in exhilaration. She is panting over and over as she does. That her Donald can take her to such heights so quickly at times amazes her.
When she calms enough, Donald tells her to stand as they need to rinse the henna off her hair. He rubs his fingers through her hair to help rinse it off, her back to him, leaning against him to stand. She is still feeling the after waves of just cumming.
Once finished, Donald helps her from the shower and dries her off, throwing a towel over her hair now to soak up the wetness. Once her body is dry, keeping the towel on her head, he has her stand in front of him as he sits on the stool by the counter.
Donald brings out a jar of lotion which Emma has never seen before. And as she watches over his shoulder in the mirror, he begins at her neck to rub it all over her. It feels so nice, but as she observes, she sees that there is something glittery in the lotion which against her tan skin is giving her a golden glow all over her.
Donald does not miss a spot, except her cunt. Yes, over her mons, but not in her precious cave. But over her ass cheeks and thighs, down over her feet. When it is all on, he has her now sit on the chair, and he rubs a little more of the lotion over her face.
The sunny glow coming from her whole body is mesmerizing to Donald. Right now, Emma is facing away from the mirror, so she does not know what the final effect is. Then Donald begins to towel her hair dry.
When he moves the towel away, even though still wet, Emma’s golden-brown hair matches the glow of her body. He begins to dry and style it carefully. It turns out perfect.
Then her makeup, in brown and golden tones today. When he finishes, he takes some black shadow and rubs it over the end of her nose. Emma looks at him quizzically as she feels him do it.
He puts a headband which has two floppy ears sticking up from it on her head, then brings out the gold nipple and clit claps and laces them through her necklace down and on her. She moans from their tautness. He then tells her to lean on the counter, her back facing him. She does get to glimpse at herself then and is in awe of what she sees.
As she watches, Donald squirts lube on her asshole and up in it, then picks up this unusual plug, which has a soft furry golden-brown tail hanging from it. He lubes that also and then presses it up in her.
Emma feels the soft fur rubbing against her thighs, and then suddenly, she feels the tail flipping back and forth across her thighs and cheeks, and then this slow vibration in her ass. She comprehends that this is a remote vibrating plug and tail. She sighs in contentment. It is good.
The Donald brings a leash over to her and clips it to her necklace also; he pulls her to stand, and pulling that way does make the nipple, and clit clamps tighten against her. She groans in delight.
“Emma, you are now my pet totally. You will be so for all of today,” Donald tells her. Then he lifts some knee pads up onto her, and then fingerless padded gloves over her hands.
He stands behind her letting her gaze in the mirror at herself in the role of his pet for a few minutes. Emma realizes she has been transformed into his special little pet dog, for him to do with as her as he wants. And she smiles wondering what will be ahead.
He leads her back into the bedroom, and Donald opens that one dresser drawer and takes the crop he bought and used on her in the basement. He dresses in just some shorts and hooks the crop over one of the belt loops.
Donald tells Emma to get on her hands and knees, as that is how she will be ‘walking’ today. She does as she is told, and he pulls at her leash just a little and tells her to heel. She quickly comprehends that she must crawl at his side, a little behind him as they head out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen.
As they enter it, Emma sees what Donald has been doing while she tanned and was massaged. There is a mat on the floor near his chair at the table and a crystal bowl of water sitting on it. He takes her up to it and tells her to sit. She leans back on her calves and lifts herself with her arms outstretched. Yes, she is being his perfect pet.
He fills a silver bowl with some scrambled eggs, and places it next to the water bowl, and tells Emma to eat. It takes her a few seconds to understand what she must do but lowers herself on all fours and leans and begins to eat the eggs, taking little bits in her mouth to swallow. She does also lap at the water some. It is an amazing and so different experience for her.
Donald watches her eating and drinking as he eats his breakfast too. He is enthralled that Emma is so willing to lower herself to such a state. And such a neat and sweet pet she is being, only taking a little of the eggs in her mouth, licking them up with her tongue to take it into her mouth to swallow — the same with her lapping up the water to fill her some.
This might be a game they will have to play from time to time. Especially as he watches her tail flip back and forth, and knowing the vibrator is twirling in her ass, he hears her now and then moans with pleasure from it.
Donald finds himself getting hard watching Emma be his puppy for the day. She adjusts to it so well and seems to be enmeshing herself in this role-play. When she has finished eating and lapping up about half the bowl of water, spilling some as she does, Emma crawls to him and sits at his feet.
He smiles down at her and scratches the top of her head. Emma whines with delight at this attention, and places her chin on his knee, nudging against his hand to do more. Donald laughs at her antics.
With all the prep time and breakfast, it is now past eleven o’clock. Donald picks up Emma’s leash and leads her to the back door to the yard. Emma has never seen it before, and now as she crawls along at Donald’s heels, it is a slightly skewed view of the yard.
She sees to the right the cottage which Karen’s and Julie’s home must be. But Donald does not let her linger long as they pass it. He keeps her on the soft, warm grass to walk which helps as even with the knee pads and hand mittens; the cement is a little hard to crawl on.
Emma did not realize how large Donald’s property in the back was. Large flower beds incircle the yard and some trees for shade. There is a forest at the back of his property allowing for total privacy, and high wooden fences on the sides to block anyone’s view of the yard.
As they walk along, wanting to see all the exotic flowers now blooming in the beds, Emma pulls ahead of Donald to try to see them. She feels a smart smack to each of her ass cheeks from the crop Donald is carrying and lets out a whimper from the surprise and sting.
“Puppy, you must stay heeled for the most part, unless I tell you that you can run ahead,” Donald explains as two more spanks with the crop dust her cheeks.
“Woof,” is all Emma says in response to let him know she understands and moves back to being in the heeling position.
Donald lowers his fingers and scratches her head to let her know that she does understand. Emma whines with pleasure.
Donald does take her over to the flower beds, and they walk around the yard so Emma can see all that is blooming, and what will be soon. When Emma sees a flower which totally pleases her for its uniqueness and beauty she barks a few times. Donald is coming to comprehend what Emma is trying to tell him.
At the back of the property when they arrive, is a small creek running through before the forest starts. The bubbling sound as the water splashes over rocks on it streaming to probably one of the nearby lakes is relaxing.
Emma sees that a blanket has been laid by the creek and there is a basket with wine and snacks. Donald leads her to the blanket and tells her to sit. She assumes the crouching position and waits for his next command.
Donald takes another crystal bowl from the basket, along with a wine glass, for him. He fills the bowl with some of the wine, and then his glass. “Puppy, you must be thirsty after our walk, go ahead and have a bit,” he tells Emma.
Emma crawls to the bowl and again begins to lap some up. Drinking wine in this manner is rather arousing. And in this role, she feels herself starting to get rather wet between her legs knowing she pleases Donald so.
And then all the water from earlier, and now wine get the better of her. She really needs to pee. She looks at Donald with distress in her eyes and whines. She starts running in a tight circle like she is trying to catch her tail to try to let him know what the issue is.
“Does my puppy need to wee-wee?” Donald asks masterfully.
Emma barks in reply.
Donald takes her leash and leads her over to a corner near a tree. “Alright sweetie, go ahead,” he tells her.
Emma, not sure at first what to do, then realizes she needs to squat to pee between her legs. And she does. The warm stream of piss coming out of her feels like such relief. She shakes herself some to try to get the excess off her, as she knows she can’t wipe herself right now.
“Is my puppy feeling better now,” Donald asks her, as again he feels himself getting harder and harder, watching Emma portray this role for him.
He tells Emma she does not need to heel now, and she scurries ahead of him, as much as the leash allows, back to the blanket. She falls on her back with her legs spread wide so the breeze can dry her cunt some.
Donald laughs at her again and sitting beside her begins to scratch and rub her belly. “Does my puppy like that?” he asks her.
Emma whimpers and barks to show how much she does. She would love if this scratching would move farther down her, but in this scenario, she knows he will not.
He tickles her belly for a while as she squirms with delight. Then Donald changes to soft strokes down her, almost to her mons, and just a little up over her breasts. He does pinch at her clasped nipples, and she moans and sighs with enjoyment.
Emma looks over, and now sees how hard and saluting Donald’s cock is and rolls over and getting on her knees, and keeping in character, she moves to his crotch and bumps her head against it over and over. And then she barks a couple of times.
Donald understands, and this now is going further than he had imagined, in such a wonderful way. He lifts himself some and lowers his shorts to his knees. Emma is right on him. And as he sits and watches her first from his side, then moving between his widen legs, he moans with enrapture.
Emma begins giving him wide tongue lips up and down his shaft and then over his balls. Lap, lap, lap. She has never done this to him this way before, and it is such a unique and arousing sensation. She keeps this up, pushing his legs apart with her head, and then pushing his calves up, so he is a bit raised. She butts him to lower to lay down, and then, with access now, licks his crack and asshole with the same wide tongue licking.
Donald trembles from this attention. Emma is so immersed in the role, that everything she does sends waves of ecstasy over him.
She continues back and forth this way, over his shaft, then balls, the crack, and hole for over fifteen minutes. Only then, with a whimper and bark from her, she takes all of his cock, fully enlarged, into her mouth and sucks him to climax. The memory of what she has just done and the feeling of her pressing him down in her throat takes Donald to a new high.
As he shoots out his wad into her mouth, he finds himself barking and whining. Where is Emma taken them to now?
After he comes so hard, Emma backs away, sits on her haunches and smiles at him. As he catches his breath from all of this, he just returns the grins.
Now this whole time, Emma is feeling the vibrator up her ass and her tail flipping against her, making her more and more wet. Donald had it on low, so it was just a nice added pleasure.
After sucking him so well, she laid beside him, her head on his thigh again, just licking and giving small bites to his thighs as she whimpered and whined.
Donald reaches and fills her bowl and his glass with more wine and puts a dish of small bites of cheese and meats down for her, and a plate for himself. Emma crawls to her dishes and begins again to eat and lap up her drink.
Donald’s view of her now is from the back, and her legs are spread enough that he can see the glistening wetness on her cunt as the tail swishes back and forth. He turns up the vibrator just a little and is pleased with the whines he hears coming from her as the tail flips a little faster too.
Donald is so aroused by this site of his pet, that he finds himself already hardening again. The ability for him to get hard again after such a short period when he is with Emma is clinically interesting to him. He can not believe how easily she can get him in this state, and most often unaware of what she is doing to him.
But as his cock stands for excitement again, he realizes how he wants to take his afternoon pet puppy, and getting on his knees, he now crawls up behind her, and his body over her back, arms on the ground, he mounts her from behind. Lifting the tail, a little but enjoy the flipping back and forth across her back and his stomach.
Emma gasps as she feels him enter her doggy style and whimpers in enjoyment. Donald’ head and mouth so close to her ear now, growls lowly in her ear. She barks her understanding and excitement.
It is a quick fuck, such that it is with any lustful beasts. Being so in the roles they have created it is how it should be.
Both exploded with hard orgasms from the coupling, and Emma falls to the blanket, with Donald behind her, still inside. It takes more than ten minutes of them panting and gasping until their pulse rates slow enough to be functional again.
Donald, on Emma’s back and again his mouth so close to her ear, whispers to her, “Emma, that was spectacular. You were an excellent pet for me today. Do you want this to end now, or would you like to continue to be my puppy until we get back to your room?” Donald asks her.
Emma responds with just a low bark, which he understands she does want to continue this for just a little more.
Donald has her sit on the grass as he packs up everything in the basket, and then leash in one hand and the basket in the other, he tells Emma that she does not have to heel on the way back. Emma barks with excitement and starts crawling ahead of him over the yard for the walk back to the house.
Now, Karen and Julie, who did not know what today’s exercises were going to be, had seen Emma crawling beside Donald with her tail flapping and cute little ears on her head, when they went past hours ago. They checked to see from time to time if they were returning, and when they saw them coming over the lawn, they come out of their cottage to greet Donald and Emma.
They were both so turned on at this role-play of Emma as a puppy. When Donald and Emma get close to the cottage, Karen and Julie greet them and comment about what a sweet puppy Donald now has. He does blush a little at the realization they have seen any of this. Well, just the walking by he realizes.
They both pet Emma’s head and tells her what a cute doggy she is. For some reason, these complements and attention seem so right and arouses her a little.
Julie asks if Emma could be off her leash to play fetch, and holds up a small soft ball, which Emma realizes she can take in her mouth to retrieve. Donald laughs and said if his puppy wants to. Emma barks in response.
Donald takes her leash off, and Julie throws the ball, not that far away. Emma on her knees scurries to get it and, picking it up in her mouth proudly saunters back to drop it at Julie’s feet.
Both Donald and Karen want a turn to do the same, so again the ball is thrown, Emma goes and brings it back to drop at whoever’s feet threw it. The three of them play this game with Emma for three more rounds, then Donald realizing Emma is getting tired from the running to and fro, said it is time for her to go in. It is now after three o’clock.
When they get into the house, Donald, the leash on again, directs her to her bedroom.
“Emma, I think we both need a short nap. Do you want to continue and sleep at my feet for our nap, or have you had enough?” Donald questions her.
Bark, bark.
So, Donald undoes the leash, undresses and climbs into the bed. “Puppies sleep at their master’s feet,” he tells Emma.
She hops up at the end of the bed, circles around a few times before settling with her head on Donald’s feet to nap. She is rather tired, as is Donald, so they both fall into a deep sleep rather quickly.
An hour or so later, both awake, and Donald has Emma first turn on her belly as he takes the tail and plug out. Then on her back to remove the clamps on her nipples and clit. She sighs with relief from all the removals. Her necklace back in place more or less, Donald takes out a new pearl, and they perform the ritual of adding this her thirty-fifth pearl to her necklace.
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E60: Pearl Thirty-three
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Posted:Jan 30, 2019 11:04 am
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2019 7:14 pm
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When Emma wakes Tuesday morning, she snuggles next to Donald as she feels his now flaccid penis still in her. Of this way of sleeping, she will never tire. Now feeling only an inch or so in her, does make her start to throb.
She clenches against his cock over and over, and it amazes her that it begins to grow and harden, all as he sleeps. By the time her clutching goes on for a couple of minutes, and she presses back against him to once more have more of his wonderful prick up in her, Donald does begin to stir.
It is an amazing feeling as he begins to wake to feel his penis getting hard from Emma’s attention. He smiles behind her at her ability to take him to new experiences over and over. Again, he wonders who really is in charge now.
Well, today’s lessons will bring things back in the correct order, to a degree, but for this moment he begins to thrust further into Emma as he hardens more.
Realizing that Donald is now awake and pressing into her Emma gives out a gasp of pleasure. Donald moves her to be on her stomach with ass raised, one of their favorite positions and starts to fuck her properly.
Emma cries out in delight as she feels her professor thrusting in so deeply to her. She feels all her senses heighten and a wonderful wave of pleasure cascading over her body.
He plunges into her over and over, each driving more and more into her as she clenches against him on each stroke, wanting him to stay there where it feels so good. She can hear Donald panting behind her as she is having trouble breathing also. She keeps gasping for breath.
This is making her feel like all her sexual senses are levitating up out of her body.
They go on this way for almost a half hour until both of their passions are at that critical peak and need to be released. Both screaming out together they cum. Oh, how they cum.
They drop, Donald on Emma’s back as she milks the final drops of his cum into her. Both breathing so deeply. It takes over a quarter of an hour until they can semi-roll apart. This is one more breathtaking moment between them. One of how many already? Each better and more unique than the last.
When they have recovered themselves, they bath and ready themselves for the day. Emma has a few meetings until early afternoon, and Donald knows he must check in with the Institute. He has been holding off from doing so. He does not want to have his colleagues questioning him about his Subject Z.
Donald is so glad, that except for Connie no one knows her name. And Connie only her first name.
The ride back to Donald’s house is rather quiet, both preparing themselves for the day ahead. They agree to be back to his house by three o’clock. In the garage as Emma starts to get out of the car, Donald, unaccustomed for him, pulls her to him and kisses her long and deeply. “I’m going to miss you today Emma,” he says, astonishing himself as he says it. But realizes that he will.
Emma is such a part of him now; he wants her with him all the time.
Emma tells him, smiling, that she will miss him too. “But it is only a few hours until three o’clock,” she replies as she winks at him. Something she has never done before.
And with that small gesture, Donald knows she has him completely in her control. Oh, he has her in his complete control, but it is now a mutual thing.
Emma says she must hurry now, and jumps in her car, and with a quick wave pulls out of the garage and is on her way down the street.
Donald sits collecting himself, shuddering some from what just happened and how he feels now. He pulls himself together and pulls out on to the street to head to the Institute.
Donald faces the expected inquiries about his latest subject and his findings and results. He gives them some basics about the first full weekend together, the steps they accomplished (pearls Emma earned – which he does not tell about the pearls at all). He also leaves out about Emma’s week of punishment for what she did. That is too painful for him to remember now.
In his office, he works a little more on recording all that has happened. He does it two ways now, one just the clinical report of Subject Z without any of his reactions or emotions, which he does save on the Institute’s server where if others looked they could see.
The second report is very private and tells all that has happened between Emma and him, about her parents, and how she is changing his outlook and demeanor. That he saves to his flash drive where no one will see to update his file at home.
Halfway through the day, Connie comes into his office, closing the door behind her when he says come in. “Donald, how is Emma doing? Is she alright after what happened?” Connie asks and Donald can hear the real concern in her voice.
‘Emma has that effect on everyone it seems. She can so easily get under a person’s skin, making them all care for her so much’, Donald thinks. ‘Even Karen and Julie, not interested in Emma that way, but asking if she is alright and what she might like.’
Donald pulls himself from his thoughts and answers, “Things are going rather well. Emma was rather upset about us together in front of her. She has such strong feelings and ties that it is hard for her. But we did do the online chatting and video calls this weekend – only with men so far – and she seemed to accept that facet. She is coming along nicely.”
Donald tried to sound detached from it all, but his tone and body language showed differently to Connie who was accustomed to watching these types of things.
Connie laughs a little and confronts Donald, “Your feelings about Emma are very different than with previous subjects, aren’t they? I can see how you interact, and while Emma did confound the two of us with her indifference as we acted out in front of her, I got the feeling how much she cares about you, and you about her.”
She continues, “Don’t worry I will not let your secret out here at the Institute. I just hope and wish that Emma will one day want to spend some time with me again. She is amazing with how quickly she learns things, and her talent and skill doing them. Was she really a forty-year-old virgin when you started?”
Donald blushes some at Connie’s comments, something he has never done. “Yes, there is a bond forming between us, and please do not let anyone know. I hope will be an on-going relationship after we finish the steps. I think Emma wants that, and I find myself wanting it too. There will be no more Subjects for me I know, and parts of our story can never be told, unless she agrees to it. I find I do care about her very much, something I have never felt before,” Donald stammers.
“As for you and her together, only time will tell. She does have some inclinations that way that she needs to express from time to time, but it will only be if she chooses to. And after the last part with us together, I am sorry, she might not want to be with you Connie,” he finishes.
The look of disappointment on Connie’s face tells it all. She would so like to experience being with Emma again. Donald feels sorry for her and mutters something about give it time, and perhaps Emma will one day express a wish to be with Connie again.
Connie gives him a sad smile and leaves. Donald continues with his special write-up for another hour or two. At around two o’clock, when Donald knows Emma’s meetings are finished, he sends her links to two internet videos to watch which a message about this is what he would like to do this evening.
Emma, hearing the ping on her phone as she leaves the last meeting checks the message and then hurries to her car to click on the links to see what Donald has planned. She is a bit awed at them both and watches the second one three times to be sure she understands what will be expected of her for that part.
Donald texts her again at two-thirty asking if this is acceptable to her. She smiles some at his now concern about where he is leading her. She replies, “Sir, whatever you feel I need to learn is appropriate without asking. And yes, what he sent her is interesting and I would like to see where it leads.”
Emma hurries back to the house, and undresses to be in position for three o’clock. As she had texted Donald, this will be a new experience, and should it be interesting. What Donald is suggesting for today is something beyond what she can imagine. But everything she has been experiencing this last month has been. So, she is ready and waiting.
Donald enters the room, naked of course too, with this thicker string roll in his hand. Emma feels herself start to throb at what she knows will be ahead.
He comes up to her, lowers her arms to around his neck and kisses her. He has so missed her today. “Are you sure you are up to this, Emma?” he asks her.
“Sir, as I said, if you want me to do this, I am willing,” she responds.
And he lowers her to sit on the bed. He takes a long portion of the string and doubles it, and then begins to wrap it around her neck and below her boobs. A couple of times around. The Donald begins on her right breast and ties it over and over on it – making the breast pop up like a muffin as he ties it more and more, then moving over to her left to do the same.
It all makes her boobs even larger than they are, and what is left out of the string is turning a rosy shade, while her nipples are getting so hard.
Emma is not sure about how she feels about this. Part of her feels some pain from the tightness, but most of her is so aroused right now.
And then the string goes around below her chest and up to her neck again to secure everything. She finds herself panting some from this all. So different from the nipple lassos and clamps, but doing well more of the same thing to her.
Donald leans and sucks at her ripe tits and hard nipples. Emma moans with pleasure. “Emma, do you think you would wear this for a while this afternoon?” he asks her.
Emma nods her head yes, once accustomed to the feeling and Donald’s attention they do feel rather good.
“Could you handle having clips on your nipple too?” Donald continues.
“The lasso ones perhaps,” Emma responses. She had rather enjoyed wearing them that day, and with her now bound and tied, she thinks it will add to the pleasure.
Donald chuckles at his amazing student as he gets and places the lasso nipple clamps on Emma. She looks so desirable this way.
He presses her back on the bed; helps her lift herself to the pillows and then between her legs. Laying against her stomach and mons he begins to pay so much attention to her nipples and tits. They are a constant state of rosiness now; he did not bind her too tight that blood would not continue to flow.
As he sucks at each nipple over and over, Emma feels his manhood rising with each suck. He is hard between her thighs now, rubbing right against her wet, dripping slit. She so wants him to enter her, but another part of her is just enjoying feeling him grow resting there.
But in time, Donald does raise himself from her enough to lift her legs over his shoulders and press his throbbing cock up in her. Emma moans from his attention to her favorite place. As he pounds and pounds over and over in and out of her he holds her arms raised by her head as he watches with delight her bound boobs, bouncing with each stroke. So pretty pink, like her bottom often is.
It is too much for him, and he raises his hand and spanks against each tit over and over. He is making the blood flow even more into them as he slaps and spanks each again and again as he continues to fuck her faster and faster.
Emma is enthralled in the arousal she is feeling. Even Donald’s spanks to her breasts are taking her higher and higher. Why does almost every time with him seem to take her to a higher peak? She cries out in frenzy as wave after wave washes through her body.
This was epic between them, both Emma and Donald are so near the verge, ready to crossover into the sublime moment of climax. Neither can hold back any longer and together they scream out so loud in their excitement that Karen and Julie in the kitchen, fixing their dinner, hear them and just smile at each other.
The sound so arouses them also that dinner if quickly finished and they are back in their cottage making each other sing almost as loud.
When Donald and Emma calm themselves from this high, they lay in each other’s arms.
“Sir, I think one of these days we are going to give us both heart attacks from these planes to which we are rising,” Emma says laughing.
Donald joins her laughing and hugs her tight, “If we do end that way, would it not be a spectacular way to go?”
They continue to snuggle and hug until now composed, for the moment. Donald brings out Emma’s thirty-third pearl and attaches it to her necklace. All Emma can do is grin at the thought of her latest accomplishment.
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E059: The honeymoon entry from Emma’s mother’s diary
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Posted:Jan 29, 2019 9:35 am
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2019 10:01 am
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After they eat an early dinner, Emma does tell Donald that she would like to read the rest of this entry of her mother’s diary. She is so interested to know what happened at the start of her parent’s honeymoon.
Settled back on the bed with fresh drinks, Donald opens the diary again and begins to read.
May 5th
We made it to our flight with no trouble and were seated comfortably on the side of the plane with just two seats together. Me by the window, Edward protecting me on the aisle. As we went to the gate earlier, I ran into the woman’s room to freshen up, and when I went to take lipstick out, I saw a new, crisp hundred-dollar bill there. I guess I had taken my punishment and then pleased my husband last night.
On the plane, we leaned against each other in contentment. But about an hour before we landed, Edward whispered in my ear, “Now remember Charlotte you have the rest of your punishment from the other day when we get to the room, and I think we will add another hour on it for last night. So, you will have three hours of corner time before we can enjoy the pool and beach.”
I was heartbroken, I forgot about that, and now an extra hour with my nose pressed in the corner. And he would probably spank me once more as a reminder of how I needed to be good. I had so wanted to get out in the sun as soon as we got there, but accepted that yes, I had been told I would have this coming to me, so while a few tears leaked from my eyes, I just nodded my head in acceptance of what would be happening.
“That’s my good , learn to accept when you to be disciplined, try to learn from it more and more, and soon you will be a model wife for me,” Edward tells me in a low voice.
He put his arm around me and held me to his shoulder as he stroked my hair. Somehow, even though I knew I would be unhappy for three or more hours soon, I knew he did love me dearly.
At the hotel, in our room, it was about noon. So, my punishment will last until after three or four I knew. Edward and I unpacked our things; the last thing he took from his bag was the folding leather paddle he had used on me in the car. I knew what was ahead.
“Charlotte I want you to get undressed quickly, bring a towel from the bathroom and come lay across my lap. I think a few minutes of reminder spanking will help you think and remember what you have done wrong, requiring this corner time to eat into our honeymoon,” he told me.
Tears already started to flow but I realized I would probably soon be dripping elsewhere than just my eyes – the comment about the towel. I hurried to undress and get the towel, and within a couple of minutes, I was settling myself on his lap for what would come.
Edward spent several minutes just caressing my butt cheeks and upper thighs, so when the first spank came, it did surprise me. Then again on the other cheek, back to the first, and back again. I lost count of how many times his hand landed on my cheeks or thighs as he spanked me with his hand.
I cried and cried, and then as it has always happened before, the tears from my eyes had the addition of tears from my cunt, and I started to moan.
Edward knew what that meant and moved his left hand to stroke my wet slit, vag, and clit, bringing me to a wonderful state of pain and pleasure. I gasped at each of his strokes, both on my slit and against my ass cheeks.
Edward slowed his spanking but not my cunt attention and rubbed my ass for a bit before picking up the leather paddle. And the first swat against me was felt, as I was moving closer and closer to cumming. Oh, the sheer pleasure of the pain and delight was making me kick my legs and shake my head wildly.
When Edward knew I was so close, he made me rise on my knees again so not to be able to kick, and he have a better angle for the rest of my spanking. But then I realized it was for something even more. His fingers could now slide up into my vag and press me as his thumb-fingered my clit. I was somewhere between heaven and hell, and not sure which feeling belonged where.
He continued to spank me with the paddle over and over on each buttock, sometimes over and over on one until doing the same with the other, then back and forth between them. I felt my ass burning and stinging.
But at the same time, his fingers up in me were making me move closer and closer to the cusp.
And then it did happen. I screamed out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, my vag clenched his fingers so hard, and my back arched. He knew.
The spanking slowed and ended, his fingers still inside me as I held them captured, he stroked me to relax.
I cried profusely from pleasure, knowing I had disappointed him, and the stinging I could now vibrantly feel. He helped me stand, and holding me in front of him, he lowered his head and licked all the wetness he could from me.
Holding his shoulders for support, I almost came a second time. So close, but knowing I was being punished, made not reaching it a second time appropriate right then.
Edward took me on his lap then and told me he knew I would be his good for the rest of the honeymoon but must now do my corner time. I just nodded, kissed him and stood for him to tell me which corner I must stand in.
“Baby,” he says as he leads me to my corner, “Since it is after one o’clock now, perhaps just two and a half hours will be appropriate.”
I gave him a weak smile and pressed my nose to the corner. It would be a long two and a half hours I knew.
And it was for both of us.
Edward sat in a chair facing me in the corner to look up and see my rosy ass from time to time and tried to read his book. But he kept looking at the clock, he told me later, the time to pass.
I could hear him moving behind me from time to time but as I must stand I wasn’t sure what he was doing.
Minutes before the time was up I felt him behind me, pressing against me. He was nude now too, and his cock was hard. While my ass still stung a bit, feeling his cock rubbing against my crack started me dripping once more.
He moved his hand in front of me and began to my cunt, making just the right music come from me as he did.
He placed two fingers up my vag, and in that way led me to the bed. I laid on my back, my legs lifted and spread for him. He just smiled down on me.
“My bad, bad baby, while I hate to punish you, I do so enjoy it too, as I know you do too,” he murmured to me.
“I am so sorry Edward, and I am trying to learn. Your discipline is what I so ,” I replied.
And with that Edward thrust in me. Up deep in me, it felt like it was farther in me than ever before. Had somehow being married now enlarged his dick? Or was it just the two-plus hours in the corner, thinking about him up in me made it feel so?
Our coupling went on for a while, him thrusting in me, me squeezing against his cock each time he was fully up in me. Both of us moaned and groaned. Finally, when we could not contain ourselves any more, we both vividly came. Shivers ran through my whole body as I felt his cock throb inside me.
Edward fell beside me, and as we gasped and shuttered together we clung to each other. Then we fell into a deep sleep together.
We never did get to the pool the first day, or even out of our room.
(And yes, in the morning there was another hundred-dollar bill on the dresser for me).
The entry finished, Emma and Donald lean against each other, thinking. Emma’s parent did have a very different, while interesting, relationship. For Donald especially, the dynamics between them is something so interesting.
Charlotte was Edward’s sub in so many ways, agreeing to all his rules, allowing him to punish her when he felt she needed it, submitting herself to him so much. But then, there is that other side of her with Susan. So rebellious. Perhaps that was her way of reaching out past where Edward was allowing her now to go.
Such an interesting sexual dimension and deviance he would so like to explore. But for now, it will have to be totally private and not revealed to the Institute; he did not want Emma to feel hurt by any disclosure in any way.
And again, the idea of collaborating with Emma on this study and possibly a book enters his mind. He knows she has no background in this, but she is so adaptable to things and seems to have such insight.
All this runs through his mind as Emma quietly leans against him. Her own thoughts are trying to take in all this new information about her parents which she never knew or would have ever guessed.
Donald puts the diary on the nightstand, turns to Emma and kisses her over and over, and then they lower themselves, and he is soon in her, thrusting against her, making her forget, for now, all of that. She presses up to take more and more of him in with each thrust.
Then he reaches the point where now he needs to do this, too. He presses up in Emma and stays there as she throbs against him. Not moving, just letting her feel him up in her, filling her completely.
Emma sighs in contentment, and similar sound comes from Donald’s lips.
Now so slowly, a thrust and long hold they continue.
Then Donald pulls from her, turns Emma on her side, and presses into her deep from behind, pulling her to him to hold close as he lays inside her. He kisses her head and back of her neck and shoulders as she whimpers a bit. And then that way, once again, him up in her, they fall asleep.
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E058: The wedding entry from Emma’s mother’s diary
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Posted:Jan 28, 2019 8:21 am
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Sunday had been overwhelming for Donald, and Emma too. They had not eaten at all with their exploration and had fallen into a deep sleep early. When they wake, they can only stare into each other’s eyes in total mesmerism.
They are now, almost there, not quite, to being so intermeshed with each other. It is amazing. For Emma to be at this point is somewhat understandable, but for Donald to cast off his arrogant ways for such lust and want, and yes, perhaps even to begin to love Emma? That in itself is astonishing.
Neither really must be anywhere today. The term has ended for Donald; the Institute can wait. Emma has no meetings, so they sleep in, so comfortable in each other’s arms.
For the most part, they lie with Donald’s arms around her, holding Emma close to him. But then they both stir a little and turn, and Donald is enraptured when, with his back close to her stomach, she puts her arm around him to hold him.
Never has anyone held him so. It is so comforting and giving him such a feeling of safeness like Emma is protecting him, instead of the other way around. Emma did not wake in doing this, so Donald knows she is not conscious of what she is doing, but he feels himself hardening, and precum leaking as she pulls him to her.
It is almost eleven when they do fully awake. They have slept for over fifteen hours, but after all that past between them yesterday, and this past week or so, they both needed the rest.
Donald, not to leave her warm embrace, but knowing he needs to, rolls on his back as her arm still is over him. He smiles good morning to Emma as she shakes her head some to awaken.
“Donald, what time is it? Have we really slept the morning away?” Emma questions.
“Emma, it is fine, I think we both needed the rest, and we have plenty of the day ahead. What would you like to do? We can take a drive, lay out in the sun some as it is getting warmer, or we could read the next entry in your mother’s diary. It should be her wedding day, and it would be interesting after her and Susan’s adventure,” Donald replies.
Emma ponders for a minute, and then, so shyly as it is such a decadent thought, replies, “I hope you do not think me depraved, but, could we go to my house, climb into my parent’s bed to read that chapter? To me, it just feels like where we should be as that chapter is revealed to us.”
Donald laughs hard. ‘What is his Emma becoming?’
“Yes, I think you might be right, lets hurry and get ready, we will pick something up to eat on our way, it is an excellent way for us to spend the afternoon,” Donald responds.
And so, having quickly cleaned and dressed, they are off in the Jeep to Emma’s house, with a short stop at the grocery store, where it is harder for them to keep their hands to themselves than choosing what to buy.
Pulling into her garage, Emma sees a couple of neighbors on the sidewalk looking at the different vehicle entering her garage. Emma, as she closes the garage door, smiles at what they must now all be thinking of her. Hardly ever home now, coming and going with suitcases, and men arriving with her. She ponders how much gossip she is creating now, but just laughs, shrugs her shoulders and realizes she does not care.
With food to nibble at, drinks to sip, and both undressed, they lie on Emma’s parents' bed, where it just seemed right to read this next portion of the diary.
May 6, 1974
The last four days have had my head spinning. After the night with Susan and learning the other side of things I knew I would need that in my life now too. We both did but knew we must keep it such a secret from everyone – our husbands especially.
I have not had a chance until now to record all that has happened.
Morning of May 4th
We woke the next morning rather early, to be ready by two o’clock, my wedding day!
Susan told me that she wanted to get me ready completely. At first, I was a little confused, but she led me to my tub and turned the shower on. She stepped under the stream and helped me it with her. I look questioningly at her, and she explained, “Charlotte, I am going to wash you for your nuptials.”
I giggled some at the thought and was totally on board for it.
She soaped a rag and began and my face, my neck, my arms and armpits, she stood so close to me our breasts and cunts were touching as she scrubbed my back. Then back to wash my breast which she did a thorough job on. Kneeling now, she washed each of my legs, lifting each foot to clean it well, before moving up my calves to my thighs, oh so close to me there.
But she moved her hands around and washed each of my ass cheeks and ran the cloth up and down my crack before she pressed it in my back hole to clean it nicely too. I moaned with excitement. I knew I was dripping hard now.
Then she leaned her back against the wall, turned me so my ass was pressed against her cunt and my back was rubbing her boobs and began to wash my stomach, then slowly, so slowing getting me so hot I couldn’t stand it. Then she soaped my mons and was rubbing me there over and over.
On to my lower lips, she soaped and squeezed them until they were swollen, then the same with my inner lips. Finally, finally, she began to suds up and down my slit, Susan pressed the cloth and two fingers in my vag, then moved to polish my clit. I started to cry out in my ecstatic state, but she was able to muffle my mouth with her other hand before I could be heard all through the house.
She leaned and kissed the back of my neck and slowed her rubbing as I came down from the climax.
I offered and tried to wash her in return, but she said, “No, this is your day, not mine. Remember I am your Matron of Honor today, and I am here to serve you.”
She washed my hair then so lovingly holding me the same way against her. When I was rinsed, she had me sit on the edge of the tub, and I watched her wash herself and hair — what a wonderful sight. But I so wanted to touch her, but she would not let me.
Having finished showering, she helped me from the tub and dried me off thoroughly. She ended with taking my clit in her mouth to slightly suck in; then she kissed it. She took me back to my room and had me sit on her lap as she massaged fragrant lotion over all my body. That felt even better.
Finally, she had me sit at my dressing table as she dried and styled my hair in an updo for today, then carefully applied my makeup. I told Susan about Edwards requirements of me from today on, and she made sure the makeup was not too much or too bold. Just the proper amount of blush, shadow, mascara, and neutral lipstick. She stood behind me, still nude, and looked at me in the mirror. She told me I was going to be a beautiful bride.
We heard my mother approaching, and quickly threw robes on. She knocked at the door and came in with tea and rolls for us. She began to tear up a little seeing me all made up and told me I was her beautiful . It was sweet.
As soon as she left, while drinking and eating, Susan sat at the dressing table and me on the chair again. Susan let her robe drop to her sides. While she would not let me touch her today, she did want me to drink in the view as much as I liked.
To me, she was beautiful also. She did her hair and makeup, as I watched, though staring more at her wonderful breasts in the mirror. When finished, she went and got the lingerie Edward had selected for my wedding day. All white silk, with lace on the low-cut bra.
Susan helped me into all of it, having me sit on the bed as she knelt to put my stockings on me and hook them to my garter. Her hands lingered and stroked my inner thighs as she did. I began to moan again softly. It was so delightful having her dress me this way and thinking with anticipation just as much of Edward undressing me similarly tonight.
Susan then got dressed, as I watched her put on her panties, bra and stockings. Followed by a slip, and then the dress we had chosen for her. Slipping her shoes on, she came to me and had me stand as she carefully lifted a low-cut, lace and silk white slip over my head and smoothed it down me.
Then she had me step into my wedding dress, and she pulled it up and straightened it on me. Leaning close to her, my head on her shoulder, shivers ran through me as she zipped me up.
With my hands on her shoulders, our faces, our lips so close together we felt each other’s rather heavy breathing, Susan helped me into my shoes. So close, so each other, but it was in the past, at least for now.
I was dressed for my wedding. It was after twelve o’clock, and we needed first to get some family pictures here, and then head to the church.
The next two hours was a whirlwind. Pictures were taken, then to the church where the photographer took so many more. Edward’s mother came to join us in the bridal lounge, tearfully telling me how lovely I looked, and she was so glad I would be part of their family now, all of us together.
Hugs and kisses were exchanged with everyone, and when Susan did, before freshening my lipstick once more, she kissed me chastely but fully on the lips.
Donald and Emma stop reading as they see a note in the margin which must have been written much later.
This is how from that moment on, Susan and I would always kiss, which we did whenever we met anywhere, even in front of Tom and Edward. They never said a word about it, but it was our secret reminder to each other of who we were for each other.
Emma laughs at this notation.
“It is true, that is how Susan and my mother would greet each other, even at the supermarket or when out to dinner. Susan kissed me that way too, and my mother did Susan’s . I always thought it was a little different than a kiss on the cheek, but never anything more about it,” Emma explains.
Donald laughs too and asks her to kiss him how Susan did to her, which Emma does. It is a rather soft, tender kiss which Donald could understand would be a secret code between Charlotte and Susan.
This entry ends for that part of the day. And from the date of the entry, there are still two and a half days to go.
Donald refills their drinks and asks Emma if she wants to continue. She replied at least through their whole wedding day.
“I can’t believe how my mother started that day, but it sounds like Susan did care for her so. Did this change her feeling for my father any? It didn’t seem so; I remember her almost worshiping him and at his beck and ,” Emma ponders.
“From what you have said about their and your mother and Susan’s ongoing , I would think she perhaps compartmentalized them and could love each in their own way,” Donald replies.
They lean back, Emma in Donald’s arms as he reads on. Emma loves to hear his voice as he reads from the diary.
Afternoon and Evening May 4th
The ceremony of our wedding was wonderful, as I walked down the aisle on my father’s arm and saw Edward, so handsome, standing there waiting for me. All thoughts of Susan ahead possibly left my mind. Edward was who I was marrying and all that mattered at that moment.
As I reached his side, he kissed my cheek in welcome. My father gave me away to him, and I did suddenly feel I was his now. We said our vows, and before we knew it, the ceremony was over, and Edward was truly kissing me as his wife.
Arm in arm, we walked up the aisle to greet everyone as they left the church to head to the country club for our reception. It was all rather a blur the next hour or so as we accepted congratulations from everyone, then all the pictures at the church.
Edward's car, all decorated, was waiting outside the church for us. We climbed in and drove off. Edward took a turn from driving directly to the country club and instead took us to our special place by the lake.
“Charlotte, I want to have you right now, before any more celebrating totally,” Edward told me.
We climbed in the back seat, he lowered my panties off me, undid his pants and lowered them some, and had me climb on his lap and very hard cock. I was so wet; partly still from Susan this morning, but also just Edward himself.
I slid his cock into my dripping cunt, and he began lifting and dropping me on him. I was soon throbbing, my vag was clenching against him, and it took no time for us to cum together. We clung to each other as we kissed each other over and over.
By the time we came back down from this high, my lipstick was rather smudged and my hair a bit of a mess. As we climbed back into the front seat, I tried to fix my hair some and put on more lipstick.
Edward just laughed some as he wiped my lipstick from his face and lips.
We were almost an hour late getting to the reception, but everyone was having drinks and visiting, so it seemed to go unnoticed. Susan saw us arrive and hurried over and led me to the restroom to fix my hair more so I would look good in upcoming photo shoots.
“So, I guess you are Edward's wife completely now,” she told me as she straightened me. “I hope you still want us too, my sweet.”
“Oh, Susan, my head is spinning with all that has happened in the last twenty-four hours. I know I want everything perfect with Edward and me. But last night, and this morning between us I think I will be craving that too. We will see what will happen,” I told her.
She did kiss me in the chaste lip kiss again and said she was sure we would find a way when I returned from my honeymoon.
The next four hours of the reception passed quickly, and before we knew it, it was after eight o’clock and Edward was helping me into the car again. We had about an hour drive to the nearest airport and would spend the night at the hotel there. The next morning, we would fly to the Cayman Islands for a week-long honeymoon.
As we drove in the setting sun, Edward told me how wonderful the day had been so far, but he hoped I did not drink too much and am okay.
I promised him I was fine but did feel a rather nice glow about me.
We checked into the hotel, and in our room, Edward did as I expected and slowly took every piece of my wedding attire off me. It was somewhat strange as he was still fully dressed as he peeled layer after layer off me. He undid my hair, so it fell to my shoulders, and then kissed me deeply.
I moaned from each of his caresses over my body as he did.
He told me he would be right back and went into the bathroom to undress and ready himself. While he was gone, I hurried to my suitcase and took out the negligee, almost see-through of white silk out and put it on. It, like my bras, was very low-cut, with my nipples almost peeking out. I hurried to the bed and turned down the sheets and stood beside it waiting for Edward to come back in the room.
And then shit hit the fan. When Edward walked back into the room and saw me in the sheer nightgown, he went ballistic.
“Emma, you are never... ever... to wear anything when we are readying for bed. I want my wife naked and waiting for me. I can’t believe you have done this,” Edward said in a shaking voice as he tried to calm his anger.
I burst into tears hearing this. “I only wanted to try to please you, Edward dear,” I stammered to him.
He came and sat on the bed and pulled me over his knee. Lifted the nightgown to my waist and started spanking me over and over. All the while he told me that while he understood my desire to please him, I must learn that I would never wear any nightwear ever again. Yes, a robe if needed, but nothing when we were in bed together.
I promised him I never would again and kept telling him over and over how sorry I was.
But the spanking continued until my ass was rosy and I had tears running down my face. Oh, to know that my first act as his wife was incorrect made me so sad.
Then the spanking stopped, Edward was gently rubbing my cheeks and told me he understood, but I needed to learn things quickly. He helped me stand and lifted the gown off me and threw it in the corner.
He lowered me on my stomach to the bed, lifted my ass so he could see my rosy ass as he pressed his now hard cock up in me. I moaned with delight. He thrust in and out of me over and over; we went on for almost fifteen minutes until we both peaked and came together. He lowered himself on my back, still in me as my throbbing milked his now softening cock of all its sperm.
Only then did he roll off me, pull me close to him and kissed the back of my neck. Just where Susan had earlier. And I realized, while so different when they each did it, I wanted both so much.
We fell asleep for a while and then were fucking again. How the night transpired. Sleeping a little, waking to fuck more, then back to a deep sleep.
Surprisingly, in the morning, we did feel rested enough as we readied ourselves for our flight to our honeymoon.
“Wow,” is all that Emma can say as Donald finishes this part of the entry. “What a wedding day my mother, and father, had. But for her, so many emotions running through her, so many things she needed to consider. We do somewhat know how it all ended over time, but for her to be on such a cusp at the time.”
Donald hugs her to him as he thinks about the varied secret facets of Emma’s mother’s life Charlotte kept hidden from the world for so many . He seems to understand that right now Emma is feeling very vulnerable, so holds her tight and kisses her head.
It is late afternoon now, time for them to have something to eat, and he will see if Emma wants to continue reading this entry after.
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E057: The thirty-second pearl
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Posted:Jan 27, 2019 5:29 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2019 10:01 am
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By the time they have played out the story which Rick had outlined for them, had something to eat, cuddled a bit watching tv, and finally fallen into bed, both Emma and Donald were so satisfied with their lives.
But, what had been left undone, from Emma’s mother diary which they had read at the beach, needs to be addressed. They do know each other so well, but the exploration of each other fully will so add to their attachment. And to Donald’s new understanding of sexuality in a relationship.
But it will have to wait for a bit. When Emma stirs on Sunday morning early, she leans to Donald and tells him that she has been amiss for a bit and needs to go to church this morning – which she always has done every week.
Donald, not one much for church since he was with his aunt, does understand this side of Emma now – much to his surprise.
“Would you like me to go with you?” he asks, surprising himself for even offering.
Emma kisses him in response and says, “Only if you want to. I won’t be gone long, but it would be nice to have you beside me.”
And so, a new facet of their relationship begins. They get themselves ready, like most mornings, and are in Emma’s car this time, but with Donald driving. She directs him as they head to the church. The church her parents were married at, the church she grew up in, the church she still needs always to attend.
Donald is a little leery as they enter the church, as it has been so long since he has entered one. But then he has visions of Charlotte and Edward in the vestibule celebrating their engagement with their parents, and in the pews, imagining Charlotte squirming.
Not what he should be focusing on at all, but then as the prelude begins, he does feel a calm come over him and remembers the times he sat in a pew between his parents, and then with his aunt and her companion. Yes, there was something in this all, and with Emma sitting so silently beside him.
He lifts his arm over the back of the pew and holds her in his arms.
This is something so different, but so good. Emma is again taking him to a new, no, an old place he had forgotten.
A lot of the service is wasted on Donald as he relived memories from the past. They all are washing over him, bringing him to a new level of consciousness. And the idea of Emma and him, really exploring each other fully in a bit. Yes, this morning, God is good. Donald now only hopes he can be what is needed for Emma.
He feels himself now praying a little that he can be what Emma deserves, and she will be with him always. These prayers do surprise him a little, realizing how much he wants just that.
The service over, and leaving, Emma does shyly introduce Donald to the minister on their way out. And in the car, Donald can’t tell her, but does realize, this, from now on, will be part of their Sunday morning ritual.
Yes, they are going to such a decadent side of things together, but there is now such a bond between them too, that if this is important to Emma, and now he realizes to him too, this is going to be part of their lives also.
But home now, in her bedroom, Donald undresses them both, and tells her to lay on the bed. He comes and lays besides her.
Donald begins as Edward had; he runs his fingers up and down Emma’s hands and arms, feeling, and hearing her shiver when he hits just the right spot. Now so recording in his head where she is pleasured or not.
Around her neck, down her chest over her breast with both fingers and mouth. He is learning what will make her moan and cry out. He is only at her stomach learning where there and on her hips excite her when she pulls him from her and starts her own beginning exploration of his body.
Oh, as she sucks against the back of his neck, his ears, around his throat, and kissing him so deeply before kissing all parts of his face, he moans and starts to harden. He is giving her clues for the future.
Emma moves down his chest, licking his armpits and down his arms, his palm and fingers, learning all that arouses him as he has been learning her.
And so back and forth they go, exploring each other, their full and now tender bodies. Learning what pleasures each the most. It is a long afternoon of education for them, but when they are finally sated, having explored every inch and orifice of each other’s body, they just cling to each other in panting satisfaction.
Their backs, down their spines, even licking and exploring each other’s ass holes, a place they have not gone before. Then along the special place between the butt cheeks and the thigh. Both seem to be aroused the most at the same special places. The dripping from Emma and the precum continuing out of Donald all afternoon does make it a wonderful exploration for both.
Will they remember each part of each other which needs the most pleasure? Probably, as both want to satisfy each other to the maximum now.
‘How in such a short of time has this reached this plane?’ Donald holding his Emma so close to him now wonders. Not even a month ago - okay, two months because when Emma started emailing him he was intrigued - he would not imagine him being at this place, this space, this needing someone so much.
What spell has Emma cast over him?
There are parts of him that want to send her away, so he could get back to who he used to be, but he knows he can never do it. There is this golden cord between Emma and him now, and he knows he can never clip it. She is now such a part of him.
And then passion overtakes them both, the need for a true release of all the build-up. Emma rolls on her back and pulls Donald with her. He knows what it means and presses himself, so hard now, up in her wet cunt. Oh, it feels so good.
It is like he is home now, where he is supposed to be. Yes, his Emma has captured him without probably knowing.
He slams and slams against her as she cries for more. What a different girl she is now, lusting so for the feel of his cock. He does as she demands, it is what he wants, and needs to do. Over and over he thrusts in and out of her as she grasps against him each time he is fully in her.
Her throbbing is mesmerizing him. How she has become such a wonderful slut for him so quickly. And he does mean his slut in the most endearing way.
They go on this way for several minutes, as long as they both can, until Emma screams out as she arches her back, which makes the sperm shoot out of Donald in response. Yes, both are sated now, this afternoon has been perfect.
They lay together in each other’s arms, not speaking, just breathing rather hard until back to normal. They even fall into a half sleep for a few minutes.
After, as Emma stirs some, Donald takes the thirty-second pearl and places it on her necklace. There are not many left yet. And when the necklace is done, what will he do?
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E056: The thirty-first pearl
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Posted:Jan 26, 2019 1:10 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 3:13 am
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Saturday morning Donald wakes up and begins thinking about where he wants to lead Emma today. He lays with his arms around her as he wonders if he should. Does he really want her to do this as he watches? It is taking her to a different level, and as he ponders his plan, he realizes he is not sure about this. Emma is so open and outgoing now. Will he be able to watch what he wants to happen?
Emma stirs awake and rolls to be embraced completely in his arms, her head against his chest as he kisses her head. “Why don’t you go do your morning ritual, and I will meet you in the bath in just a bit,” he tells her.
Emma hurries to tan and enjoys the massage Julie give her this morning. Now imagining how much farther it could go. She does not want Julie or Karen to go that far with her, just the thought of it does make her drip some. That and remembering her massage for Donald.
Back to the bathroom to find Donald already sitting in the tub. He lifts a hand to help her step in and settle between his legs with her back to his chest. It is a long, warm bath as Donald takes his time to soap her so well, especially between her legs. When she rolls over for him to clean her back now he again takes a great deal of time soaping her ass crack and again with the cloth soaping her rosebud, in over and over again, and then from behind up her slit and into her vag.
Emma moans with pleasure at this attention. It is almost an hour later when they finally step from the tub. Donald dries her completely and has her sit as he fixes her hair to fall over her shoulders in an alluring way. He applies the darker shade of makeup and when finished she is a vision of loveliness.
Just how she needs to be.
Donald dresses her in a shelf bra, a loose very low-cut sweater in Kelly green, and just some lace panties. Emma looks at him a bit questioning about her outfit for the day. It is Saturday, and usually they stay naked all day, and this is not an outfit to go out in. He just smiles at her questioning looks.
They have breakfast, and due to panties today, no nice plug while eating. After, Donald leaves her in the living room and goes and dresses in a sweater and khaki shorts. Now Emma is totally confused.
He opens her laptop and first deletes the one account where she had chatted with the bank president. Though before Donald does he sees that several new messages had been sent from the president to Emma during the night. Donald does feel a little sorry for the guy, knowing how he must long for Emma, or who he now imagines could be a replacement for her, but that is the way of the world.
He then opens YouTube to some videos about how to online video chat with others. He explains to Emma that this is how they are going to spend their afternoon – her chatting with others as he from the side watches.
Emma looks at him in awe, but something in her is stirred at the idea. They watch the instructional videos about how to be safe, and what and what not to do. By noon they are ready.
“Emma, do you want to start with some of the men you chatted with yesterday, or go out into other paths?” Donald asks her.
Emma responds, “Well that one site, where Spanky and the cross-dresser were from does have a private chat from there. Perhaps see who is online now, a bit about them and go from there to the private video chat.”
Donald is aroused by her being so willing to agreement.
They go to the site and see that several more men and a couple of women have sent Emma messages since they were on last night.
Donald had listed Emma as bi-curious, so it is no wonder some women were also responding to her. They look through the messages sent and discard the ones with just such basic ‘hello’ messages and then weed through the others for the ones who give the best opening lines to want to chat.
They then go over to the area where individuals can broadcast themselves and start watching a few of the performances of interesting looking ones. This does arouse them both, soon Emma’s hand is down Donald’s pants stroking him, and his in her panties sliding up and down her wet slit, and into her vag.
Both panting hard, then turn to each other, discard their lower garments and before can say ‘one, two, three,’ Donald is deep inside Emma, beginning to thrust in and out.
As the man on screen vocalizes his reaching climax as he jerks himself, Emma and Donald are vocalizing actually being with one another in real life. It is a rather interesting dimension they are in right now. Having someone, who cannot see them at this time, jerking himself in front of them as they fuck their brains out.
In and out Donald thrusts, as he feels Emma tighten against him, moaning with pleasure. On and on they go, forgetting for the moment what is this afternoon’s plan, but this is so much better for the moment.
Donald pulls out of Emma and flips her, so she is holding on to the end of the couch as he again thrusts even deeper into her from behind. She cries out in ecstasy, feeling her Donald so up in her. They continue to fuck this way for several minutes until Donald can’t hold back anymore.
He cums long and hard in Emma. She throbs against him over and over as he does.
Then he lays for a bit against her back as she continues to clench over and over against him, milking every last drop of cum out of him.
They both are exhausted, but so happy.
They giggle together as Donald rolls on his side to the back of the couch and pulls Emma close in his arms. ‘Why is she able to arouse him so easily?’ he wonders. Every new moment with Emma is like the best he has ever had.
They lay like this for a while, Donald’s fingers just playing in her wet slit slowly and gently, as Emma’s hand finds her way behind her and caresses his cock.
It is only when they happen to glance at the laptop screen and see their performer has signed out do they come back to the reality of what is planned for the day.
“Sir, I do think I am ready now to find someone to video chat with, though I guess you better put my panties back on,” Emma giggles to Donald.
Donald first turns her so he can lower his lips and suck up all the wetness from Emma, both her and his juices, before putting her panties back on. In return, Emma bends her head and licks his cock clean before he puts on his shorts.
“Before we start, wine or scotch for while we do this?” Donald asks her.
“Probably scotch for what is ahead,” Emma responds.
He goes and gets glasses, a bucket of ice and a bottle of scotch. He pours them both a hefty drink - well it is afternoon now. And considering what just happened and is about to, one is probably needed.
And then they begin this new game.
Emma has had a few more messages to screen through as they were otherwise occupied. They pick out the top three possibilities, and she messages each of them to start chatting to move to the real goal.
All are attentive and rather well versed as she goes back and forth with them. Donald is amazed about how well she can carry on three juggling conversations with them. But then comes the crucial moment. Which will be first.
He watches in amusement as she tenderly tells two that perhaps they can chat in an hour or two, or maybe even video chat. Both are ecstatic at such a though, but a bit disappointed it cannot happen right now. Emma deftly explains she must go out for a bit but can’t wait to chat with them.
Then, the chosen first, she so shyly suggests they privately video chatting on the site that Donald can only imagine the man drooling at the invitation. It is only seconds later that the binging comes in that the man is opening a private video chat session with her.
Emma adjusts herself, pulls her sweater down some, so just a peek at her bra is visible and answers. Donald sits over to the side on the couch where he can see the screen and her, but not be apparent to Emma’s first caller.
“Hello Gene,” she says to him. He is shirtless and probably naked but is at least only showing his head and shoulders right now.
“Hi” he responds.
“What would you like to talk about? Where would you like me to lead you today?” Emma asks him.
For a moment Gene is speechless at her opening, but then realizes the unexpected fun he is about to have this Saturday afternoon.
“Tell me about you coming to my door, and what you would do when you got there,” Gene replies.
“Well sweet, you hear a knock on your door, you are not expecting anyone, but you throw on your robe and answer it to see me standing there before you. In this sweater and tight pants,” Emma begins.
Gene moans slightly. His face tells all.
“You invite me in, though we do not know each other or even our names. Once the door is closed I put my arms around your neck and kiss you deeply,” Emma continues as she pretends to kiss the screen.
Donald watching is holding himself back from laughing at how good she is at this.
“Yes, I kiss you back with great passion,” Gene replies.
“We move to the couch, as your robe falls open. I see how hard you are already as you sit down. I kneel in front of you and after stroking your cock a few times, bring it to my lips, taking your glans in my mouth to suck and lick it,” Emma is getting into this story now.
Moans from Gene.
“Taking more and more of your shaft into my mouth sucking you as I squeeze your balls. Oh, baby how big you are,” Emma exclaims.
“Do you feel my warm mouth on you now?” she asks
“Oh, oh, oh, yes,” Gene says.
By his face, Emma, and Donald can see he is going to erupt very soon, this is too much for poor old Gene to have expected.
“My fingers move from your balls back to your taint and press against it again and again, as I suck you deep into my mouth,” Emma continues.
And then she and Donald watch, they have seen Gene’s hand below the screen, his arm moving as they know he is jerking himself. Then as Emma delivers her last line, he howls out, his face and neck are crimson, and they know he has cum. Cum hard.
As he slows his panting, his face reddens in embarrassment now. Gene apologizes profusely saying he does not know what came over him.
Emma just gently chuckles and tells him that it is okay, and she hoped she made his Saturday afternoon special for him.
He replies that yes she has and thank you so much.
After a few more words, Emma turns off the connection.
Donald starts laughing hard, and hugs Emma to him. “That was wonderful, you got me hard again too. Do you want to play on, or was that enough of video chatting for you?”
Emma laughs in response. “Actually, that was rather fun. To see how easily men can be taken over the edge. I am a bit sorry he couldn’t last longer, but for the first time rather enjoyable. Though know, I would never want to be with him, or anyone else probably in real life.”
Those last words eat at Donald’s heart. He pulls Emma to him and kisses her so long and hard, moving his hand under her sweater to caress her nipples as they do.
Emma finds her hand on his thigh, then up over his cock which is again rather hard — rubbing it over and over as they kiss.
It is only when the computer bings that they pull apart. It is the next playmate or victim.
This guy is younger, and rather cute. Emma likes his ruffled hair and bright blue eyes. For a man in his late thirties he is articulate and seems like fun. When she answers his ringing to video chat, her hair too is a bit ruffled from what had just happened, and her lipstick slightly smeared.
Emma greets Rick and asks how he is doing this afternoon.
He tells her so much better now that he is talking to her.
She laughs in reply.
“So, Rick, what would you like to talk about, or where would you like me to take you this afternoon?” Emma inquires.
Rick blushes deeply. He is wearing a polo shirt, but how his hand is situated Emma now is getting the drift that it is clenching his dick already, so he must be pantless at the moment. She just gives a wry smile in return.
“Well, it would be fun to imagine we are two strangers on a train. In the same compartment. We gaze at each other, you in a lovely dress with silk stocking and high heels. Me just out of college, and younger man, but who is enthralled with what he sees before him. Just the two of us in the cabin, facing each other,” Rick begins.
“That sounds interesting, go on Rick, I will let you tell this for the most part,” Emma says as she leans back a bit on the couch.
Emma can see Rick trying his best to get a good look down her sweater to her breasts as he goes on, “It is a long trip, a few hours we will be on board. I go to the door and pull down the blinds, and then sitting across from you speak for the first time.”
“Madam, you are very beautiful. I have never seen anyone so lovely as you. I have been studying this book of late and was wondering if I could be so bold as to try some of the techniques it suggests out on you,” Rick begins.
“And what techniques might that be?” Emma replies.
“Well it is all about the erogenous zones on hands, feet, legs, and arms,” Rick replies.
Emma somewhat spirts out the sip of her drink at the reply. And Donald must get up and go to the hall for a minute so not to give himself away at this suggestion. Oh yes, his Emma is going to enjoy this. He collects himself and returns to the couch to hear Emma ask Rick to explain more.
Rick tells her how he moves to sit beside her and lifts her hand and kisses the back of her wrist, his tongue licking it a little.
Emma trembles at the suggestion and realizes this young man is already getting her wet. “Go on,” she says.
“Then I would stroke the palm of your hand with my fingers lightly as I take one after another of your fingers into my mouth to suck. One by one, then two together, then three, oh, now all four,” Rick expands on his theme.
“As I move to lick and kiss the palm and back of your hand, my fingers run up and down the inside of your forearm. Hopefully arousing you fully,” he continues.
Emma is enraptured and is breathing rather heavily. “Yes, Rick, you are doing that,” she tells him.
“I take your other hand, and do the same with it,” Rick says.
Emma now is needing to touch herself; she is getting so wet and throbbing, she turns and looks at Donald with a pleading look. But turns her head back to the screen, quickly so Rick does not notice.
Emma knows that Rick is jerking off now as he tells the story from his hesitations and gasps as he does. Donald tilts the screen up some so Rick can only see Emma’s face, and reaches his hand over to her cunt, feeling how wet she is and begins to run his fingers up and down her slit.
The sigh of contentment she gives out is more than enough for both Rick and Donald.
“When I know you are fully content with what I have done with your hands and arms, confirming what my training manual had said, I look you in your eyes and ask if I could be so bold as to do something similar with your feet and legs,” Rick shudders out.
“Oh, yes, my young man, you may, anything,” is all Emma can reply. She is almost to the brink herself now, Donald’s fingers playing her, and Rick’s extraordinary story.
“I take my chance and kiss you on the lips, and ask, “Could I be so brash as to remove your stockings, and I can show you something more? You look me in the eye and nod agreement eagerly,” he goes on.
All Emma can do is nod her head at him on the screen.
“I kneel between your legs, spreading them just a bit. Lifting one foot at a time, I remove your shoes and caress each foot for a bit. I then reach my hands up to your outer right thigh and undo your stocking, then your outer left thigh. Moving my hands hesitantly at first, between your thighs, I first undo the right inner hook, but before moving to the left, graze across your panties crotch, oh it is so wet,” Rick is getting into this story rather well.
Emma moans out as she is almost to her peak. She is enjoying this.
“I undo the final hook. Slowly I lower the first stocking and places it on the floor. Then the other. Your feet and legs bare, I start to massage your feet, much like I did your hands, one at a time. Taking toe by toe and sucked deeply in turn,” Rick pants out.
Emma can see he is in the same state as she is. So close to cumming.
“I begin the kissing and licking at your ankles, then up your legs, one at a time. This time after tongue tickle under your knee, I move on up to your inner thigh, licking up, up, to the top. There, I plant a warm kiss on your underwear where your lower lips are hidden,” Rick tells her.
Emma groans in pleasure. She takes Donald’s hand and stops his administrations for a minute. She is too, too close right now, and wants to hear the end.
“I lick up some of the moisture which is dripping there. You gasp and then giggled with joy. I then continue down the other thigh, to the back of the knee, down the calf to ankles, to toes,” Rick goes on.
And Emma does gasp and giggle in response to this.
“You have been breathing very heavily through this all, and when I raise my head from under your dress, I see you are very red, and your back is arched forward,” Rick tells her as they both stare at each other’s red faces and know, with no help from Donald at the minute, they are both about to climax.
Which they do. Moans and groans are coming from both sides of the computer. Over the internet to each hear the other’s total abandonment.
Panting and composing themselves again, Rick finishes the story for them, “We are pulling into the station. I quickly put your stocking back on, give your crotch a little rubbing before sliding your feet into your shoes and sit beside you to gently rub your stomach as you relax and your breathing returns to normal.”
“We are at my stop, I take my suitcase, lean and kiss you a tender goodbye and leave the cabin. Never for us to meet again. Or maybe not,” Rick concludes.
Emma has been panting through the ending of the story, and gasps out thank you to Rick. “Yes, perhaps we will need to take a train ride together again. You are a very good storyteller. I have enjoyed this, but do need to go now,” Emma stammers out.
He sends an air kiss back at her, and she disconnects.
Emma turns to Donald, and sees how hard his is now. Yes, the story has rather affected him too. She leans and pulls down his shorts and is soon sucking him and caressing him. He moans in pleasure.
It takes no time for him to cum in Emma’s mouth. She swallows it all.
Composed again, Donald leans and closes the computer. “I think we have played at that more than the two of us can handle today,” he tells her.
While slightly disappointed, as the next caller was to be a woman, Emma agrees completely and falls into Donald’s awaiting arms. They lean together for a while, content with each other.
Then after giving her the thirty-first pearl, he spends the rest of the afternoon reenacting Rick’s train story. Her wrists, her hands, her arms, her feet, legs, thighs and up to her dripping panties. Taking his time for it to last a couple of hours or more, with Emma cumming three more times as they played.
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E055: The Thirtieth Pearl
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Posted:Jan 25, 2019 5:46 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 3:13 am
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At the spa, after having her manicure and pedicure, Emma is still a bit aroused from Donald’s massage and thinking about seeing Sasha again and wonder what will happen today. She is so disappointed when there is a different woman there to trim and wax her today.
She adjusts to this disappointment realizing it is just some of the punishment from last week and Donald must have arranged the change. It is probably for the best.
This woman is so businesslike and to the point. There are no warm breaths on her; her hair is trimmed quickly and closely. Her legs and underarms are waxed and made hairless, and then the woman has her roll over, and she waxes and rips the hairs from her crack and hole.
Sasha had clipped them. This does rather hurt.
The lotion is rubbed on in a mandatory fashion, and before Emma knows it, she is told she is done. It took less than half the time of Sasha sweet administrations to her. But she is in fact waxed and clipped thoroughly, so there can be no argument.
Emma drives home a little sad but knows she brought this change on all herself. She wonders if she will ever even see Sasha again?
Home, she undresses and goes to the living room to stand to wait as Donald directed her earlier in a text message. She wonders what will be ahead now. Donald does seem to be leading her down very different paths for the last several pearls. Where else can they possibly go now?
Donald comes into the living room also undressed and smiling. He runs his hands up and down her legs and thighs checking her waxing. With her arms raised to the back of her neck, he can also check how smooth under her arms are.
Then he takes his time inspecting her mons and slit to see how well she is clipped today. It is almost like he is making up for her for not to having Sasha touch her earlier.
He turns her around and tells her to bend over. He had seen how her crack was rather pink when he came up to her. He spreads her cheeks and runs his fingers up and down her crack and around her asshole stating that she had a thorough waxing and clipping today it seems.
Emma wiggles at his touch her all over as shivers run through her.
“Emma, we are going to start something tonight, just for a while probably, to help you open yourself, in an acceptable way for me, to other men,” Donald tells her.
Emma gasps at what Donald might be suggesting, but then she sees her laptop open on the coffee table and wonders what he has in mind.
“We will talk about it over dinner which is ready, and then start,” Donald explains.
Emma follows him to the kitchen, bends to have a plug put in, and then when she stands she asks Donald if he would like to wear a plug also.
Donald replies, “Emma, that might be a good idea for us both to have our asses filled and enjoying the sensation when we commence after dinner.”
He gets another plug for himself, and Emma inserts it. They both feel the comfortable uncomfortableness up in them. It is such a mixed feeling, but overall enticing to them.
Over dinner, Donald explains what is ahead. “Emma, I have set up a secure user name and password for you so not to be traced back to who you really are and found a couple of great meetup sites for you to go to. After dinner, I am going to take a couple of discreet photos of you to add to the sites, and then I want you to start finding some men to chat with.”
Talking to strange men over the internet? And she takes it will be of a sexual nature considering what Donald is proposing. Can she do this? Well, she is sure he is going to be by her side as she does so that she can try.
After dinner they start, Donald does not show her face in any shot but takes a picture with her just holding up the afghan low on her breast from her waist down. Then a back shot where the afghan is just barely covering her ass cheeks. One of her so smooth legs and pedicured feet, and finally one of her standing covered in the afghan her head turned fully from the camera.
They all are tasteful and wonderful pictures. And no one will know it is her.
Donald then adds the pictures to the sites, all proper and acceptable for any policies they might have. Emma looks at the profile he wrote for her, on each a little different, but all saying she is there to satisfy men’s fantasies and desires. She blushes profoundly realizing what is being projected about her.
The profiles are open and viewable now. Donald tells her just to lean back and wait for messages to come in. The three sites are all open in different tabs on the browser.
Donald pulls her to him and begins to kiss and caress her. “Emma, you are going to do this wonderfully, be open and express erotic replies without suggesting too much. I will help you with this. I think this is going to be a fun evening’s entertainment.”
Emma has mixed feeling about this, but responds to his kisses and fondling.
It is not even fifteen minutes later when Emma's computer starts to ping, bing, and whistle at her, demanding attention. Multiple men on all the sites want to hook up and friend her. Emma and Donald take their time looking at each profile. If someone just gives a ‘hi’ message, they are rejected. The possible candidates must show that they have read her profile and are interested in her. And be somewhat creative and having proper grammar and spelling, which all adds to the candidate’s acceptance.
On the three sites, they choose six different men of appropriate age, background, and apparent ability to respond to. Emma now has six cyberspace friends.
She briefly replies to each after accepting their friend request, and four of them start chatting immediately. How is she going to handle chatting with four men at once? Donald laughs at her dilemma and tells her to pick the one she wants to start chatting with now, tell the others she is busy at the moment and give them distinct times for them to chat back with her this evening.
She does as Donald tells her and finds all the men agreeable to her conditions.
The first man is in his late forties, a professional. His picture is nice, but she wonders how old it is. They chat just getting to know each other, Donald telling her details to say about herself. Close to who she really is, but not enough to give herself away.
She tells the man (and the others later) that discretion is essential for her being on here and chatting. It is just some fun to have on a Friday evening home alone. The man laps it up.
Before long Emma, at Donald suggestion, asks what the man’s fantasies and desires are?
That is all it takes, and the man starts in about wanting to be with her, undress her, make love to her. Well, that is not too bad for a start. She sets up a scenario for them meeting and is soon in the thick of it telling him what she is doing to him as he undresses her and starts to cyber pleasure her.
And it does not take long; the man is telling her he is cumming hard. Even texting back and forth he lets her know by holding down a key to show he is spurting hard, and his comments after confirm it.
After getting his breath back, he thanks her over and over and tells her that he hopes they can do this again very soon.
Emma replies she enjoyed herself too, and who knows what the future will hold, but for him to keep in touch.
One down, three to go.
The next one is pinging her, after hardly enough time for Donald to get a bottle of wine and pour them some. Right to the second of when she told him she would be available.
Emma greets him warmly. She is a little concerned about the site he is on. It is more open and revealing than the first one. Men are flashing their pricks in profile pictures, and individuals check off what are their kinks and desires. Is she getting in over her head?
This guy profile says he likes to be spanked like a naughty little boy. Hmm.
Donald nods to her and tells her that she knows the other side of a spanking, she should be able to describe it to him.
He is a little younger than Emma, in his very late thirties, so perhaps she could try.
Again, it takes no time for him to get describing what he would like to happen. He knows it is in the virtual world, but to imagine being over Emma’s lap as she spanks, and perhaps jerks him some, would be a fantastic way to end his week.
Emma laughs with Donald as she asks him what he has done wrong to be such a bad boy for her. And he recites a list of things he did wrong during the week at his work. Him being late for meetings, not replying to emails, wasting time when he should have been working. Oh, he was so ready to be punished and spanked.
Emma does ask him what he wants her to spank him with and they agree on her hand, and then wooden hairbrush.
She tells him to lower his pants, and his underwear, this is going to be a bare bottom spanking. He excitedly responds that oh, to start there already. Emma replies that they are not going to waste time, considering what a bad boy he has been.
He whimpers as she tells him to lay across her lap. She says him that she is sitting in a straight back chair, so his hands and feet are on the floor over her lap.
And she begins. She tells him spank by spank as she rains down on both cheeks over and over. He is whimpering telling her he loves it all. She spanks him, telling him he must say to her why he is getting this spanking.
He goes into great detail of his each of his misbehaving at work. He is lusting for being punished for the crimes, well misdemeanors, he has committed. He even types that he is sobbing from her hard spanking.
Then she tells him he must reach and hand her the hairbrush which is sitting on the table in front of him. He gasps as he tells her ‘yes ma’am and swears that he is handing her the brush.
She states to him how spank by spank she is now using the hairbrush on him. Donald sits back in wonder as he watches her fingers fly over the keyboard responding and playing this scene out to a conclusion.
Donald does motion to the clock to remind her that the next visitor is due soon. So, she tells her 'little boy' that she can feel him hardening between her legs, so puts one hand under him and holds and jerks his cock as she explains to him how the hairbrush is spanking him again and again.
And moments later he cries out to her, telling her tears are running down his face that he is so sorry he came on her legs. He could not help himself.
Emma orders him to stand and go to the corner and press his nose against the wall. She informs him that she wants him to stand in the corner this way for the next half hour. She is leaving now, but he better do as she tells him, and perhaps they will talk again if he has been naughty.
He promises her he will, and that he had actually taken his pants and underwear down when she told him to and will leave them down for his corner time. Emma states she is giving him a kiss on his forehead before sending him to the corner.
Later that night, about an hour later, she does receive another message from him thanking her for giving him the spanking he needed, and that he had stayed in the corner thinking about what he had done wrong for over a half hour. Emma does not reply then.
The next caller is a man in his late fifties, from the same site as the last. His fetish is wearing woman’s panties and silk stockings. He loves to dress up in them under his clothing that no one knows. He is with a woman, but she has absolutely no idea about this side of him.
Emma questions him some that if this is a part of him which gives him pleasure, why can’t he share with her? These men she is meeting here tonight are truly expanding her sexual horizons.
So, she goes through the paces with him, looking at his panties and stocking pictures on his profile in which he does have rather nice legs and ass. One photo of his panties and cock sticking out from his opened jeans is rather enthralling to view.
She chats with him about him coming to see her and revealing he is wearing panties. Emma tells him she takes his pants off him and puts a garter belt, pulling it under her panties, and then rolling silk thigh high stocking up on him and buckling them to the garter belt.
She sees she say how hard he is under his panties now and takes him to the makeup table to put some on him. He goes over the wall when she says this. No one has ever suggested putting makeup on him, and he would so like it.
“Well, of course, makeup, and then a bra for you if you want to be pretty in your lingerie for me,” Emma types to him.
Then, step by step Emma outlines putting mascara, eyebrow powder, eye shadow, liner, blush and finally lipstick on him. By the time she is finished, he tells her he has the biggest hard-on ever.
“Well, then, we need to take care of that sweetie,” Emma writes as she tells him she is leaning and kissing him for their lipstick to mesh together.
She barely has him on the bed, moving his panties aside to get at his cock to suck it when he spurts hard up in her he tells her.
She and Donald start to laugh hard at this. What incredible skills Emma is displaying. How they come from her inner soul to do this?
Emma kindly leaves him in the same way she finished the conversation with the other two. She leans back on to the couch and Donald runs his fingers up and down her slit. She is soaking from these chats. He moves his fingers up in her to bring her satisfaction as his thumb polishes her clit. She moans with bliss.
And the laptop pings once more. Her fourth caller.
Now during this time, others have been trying to chat with her too, but for now, she ignores them. Perhaps, if they play this game again, but not tonight. And Emma realizes this is a rather pleasant game for her and Donald to play together. When she gets a little lost in what to say he instructs her what to type, but for the most part, Donald seems, seeing how hard he is now, to be enjoying watching her interact with these strangers.
The last caller changes things a little. His picture is only of his cock peeking out from his opened pants. He is near her age and says he lives in a nearby city. That he has a college degree and holds a prominent position in the community, so yes, discretion is so important to him.
He and Emma start chatting. He seems to want to talk more than heading right to the sexual interaction, which by now Emma is grateful for. It rather bland in many ways, just about the weather, Donald places her location about fifty miles away so while near, is not that near. Only Emma knows he is saying he is closer to her.
He tells her a bit about himself, but she is careful to be very vague about herself. He says he is looking for an ideal woman to spend his life with. He had thought he had found her, but it seems she is now involved with someone else.
Emma asked him what he was looking for, and his description rings too close to home. And when he says he works at a bank in a high position, Emma loses it.
It is her bank president she is chatting with late on a Friday night, him trying to find someone just like herself now. Tears fill her eyes, and Emma turns to Donald and asks what she should do? “It is the bank president, the one who came up to us in the restaurant. I can’t chat with him.”
Donald sees her dilemma, and knows he doesn’t want Emma chatting with that man anymore, but how to end the conversation nicely?
He tells Emma to pause between responding and pulls her to him and kisses and holds her tight. After about five minutes, he suggests that she tells him she is sorry, that she does not think she is who he is looking for, as her life right now is complicated, but to send her best wishes for his search.
Emma realizes he is crushed by his immediate response saying he hopes that isn’t true and really wants to get to know her more.
What is she to do?
Donald tells her to say she must go now, it is late, and there are things she still must do. She does and wishes him good night. He replies that he hopes they can chat again soon.
She does not reply. Instead, she turns off her laptop and falls against Donald’s shoulder sobbing. How could she do this to someone who is a very nice man? This game is not as fun anymore.
Donald comforts her and tells her it is okay. They just made a bad pick for the last one.
“But Donald, how can I face him at the bank, knowing about this conversation, I am so embarrassed,” Emma moans.
“Honey, he doesn’t know who you were, and we will take down your profile on that site, so he can’t reach out to you anymore. You did do so well tonight, and up to him I think you were enjoying yourself,” Donald tells her.
“Do it now, Donald, please, I don’t want him to try contacting me again,” Emma pleads.
“I will in the morning, Emma. Now let’s get you to bed, and you can act out some of that first scene you were in with me,” Donald replies.
“Oh, you don’t want to wear a pair of my panties and stockings to enjoy replaying that one?” Emma teases him.
“Not tonight, but who knows, maybe you will take me to that deviant dimension someday,” Donald laughs in reply as they head to bed, her thirtieth pearl and some role-playing before falling asleep.
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E054: The twenty-ninth pearl
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Posted:Jan 24, 2019 3:54 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 3:13 am
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Friday morning Donald and Emma wake early; it is just after six o’clock. Donald tells Emma since her spa appointment is not until noon, he wants her to learn how to do something from Karen and Julie this morning.
Emma looks at him quizzically.
“Emma, one or the other of them would give me massages during the day from time to time, but now with you, I want you to learn how to do so for me so that I can feel your warm hands on me instead,” Donald explains.
Emma is pleased about this; she is afraid after yesterday he wants her to learn something even more decadent. But for her to be the one who will massage him, and only her, yes, she will try to learn this skill for him.
After her morning tanning and massage, during which Karen tells her to try to remember everywhere she is touching Emma to relax her as a start, then a quick shower, and dressed in just a shift, for now, Emma is back in the massage room.
Emma finds herself sitting on a stool next to the massage table as Julie climbs naked on it and lies on her stomach.
“Now, Emma, the massage I am going to teach you goes much further than what we give you on your back each morning. Professor Ryan wants you to take him further to sexual arousal when you do massage him. It is how Julie and I massage each other. He will be a bit different considering his equipment, but I will try to cover that for you,” Karen begins.
And so begins the intense three-hour course in massage techniques. Emma knows she will not be a master of it as people study through the full course to become so, but if she can understand and perform the basics, it would be a start for what will be required of her.
Karen explains each step as she works on Julie's back first. By the time the lesson will be over, all three will be rather dripping from the tutorial.
She takes warm oil and drizzles it down Julie’s spine from the nape of her neck to her crack and asshole. Julie shudders at the feel of it dripping on her. Then Karen moves oil out to her shoulders and begins kneading them over and over with her palm pressing into the shoulder muscles.
Karen has Emma come and try doing it for a few times to get the idea entirely. Julie is moaning as her muscles loosen and relax.
Then the neck and down each arm with oil and pressing, squeezing her arms as she descends to Julie’s hands. There, Karen takes her time to push into Julie's palms, and wrists and even takes fingers into her mouth to suck. She tells Emma to mimic her actions on Julie’s other arm.
Emma hesitates for a minute when she is supposed to suck Julie's fingers to pleasure her, but as she does so in time with Karen, the cries of enjoyment escaping Julie’s lips makes her glad she did.
Karen has Emma follows her lead for the rest of the back massage on Julie. They work down both sides of her back, kneading the muscles to release and soften. Julie whimpers with the attention being duplicated on her.
On to the ass. Each is massaging a cheek, but as Emma does this, she sees Karen press a finger up into Julie’s ass to give her added pleasure. Then down to the thighs, from the outside to the inside of each thigh, indulging Julie's longing for attention, then down her calves, then rubbing her ankles and soles of her feet.
Again, Karen lifts Julie’s foot and begins to suck on toe after toe, and after a moment Emma follows the example.
Julie cums for the first time, her body shaking and her crying out as her back arches up. Karen swats her bottom cheeks and tells her they have much more to go. As Julie submits herself to this climax, she wails from the spanks too.
Karen tells Emma to sit back down now and watch what can be done for a front massage. Wide-eyed, Emma does as Karen tells her.
Karen helps Julie roll over onto her back and climbs up on the table to straddle her hips. She begins at Julie’s shoulders and works her way down, cupping and squeezing Julie’s breasts as she then leans and sucks each of them for a while. She works her way down Julie’s stomach and hips, working her magic on those muscles which make Julie sing with happiness.
At her mons now, Karen swings around, so she is facing Julie’s feet and leans forward so Julie has a full view of her asshole and slit as she leans farther and farther down. Julie’s fingers lift to run up and down Karen’s slit making her start to sigh too.
Karen's tongue massages Julie’s feet again and works her way up her legs with both hands and tongue. She moves closer to Julie's face on top of her, bending, so her cunt is in reach of Julie’s lips. Julie wastes no time starting to lick her along with finger fucking her.
Karen’s mouth lowers over Julie’s pussy and begins a slow tongue licking and sucking of her thighs, then the outer lips, inner ones, and then the incredible sweet wetness of her slit and vag.
The two are lost in this moment now, and Emma is sure they have forgotten she is here. But she, just watching, is so dripping and throbbing. She understands completely what to do for Donald, and even the positions over his front will work so well, just with a bit different anatomy.
As the two move toward mutual climax and are entirely lost in each other, Emma quietly leaves the room. Let them have this moment alone. They have taught her so much this morning.
She comes into her bedroom and sees Donald sitting in the bed waiting for her. It is now only ten o’clock. They do not currently have access to the massage table, but does she have time to show him at least a start of what she has learned?
She winks at him and goes back to the bathroom for some lotion. No, not warm oil but it will work for a start. She comes back and sits beside him on the bed and tells him to roll onto his stomach.
And Donald has his first amazing massage from Emma how she picks up these things so quickly! The lotion goes down his spine. And she even squirts the smallest bit up his asshole when she gets there, sending a fantastic rush through him.
Then she starts to spread the lotion out over him and massage his tight muscles.
“Relax, sir; you are so tense. Let me loosen you up,” Emma says quietly.
Donald moans in response. She works down his arms and does the mouth play with his fingers which makes him sigh more and more as she sucks them one by one. Then down his back pressing against each side, some individually and then some at the same time, finding the right places to allow him to release his tension.
And then his ass. She takes a good deal of time pressing, rubbing, squeezing it to give him enjoyment. And then her fingers sneak to his asshole and enter him, pressing against his sides. She wonders if she should try to prostate massage him again. She finds the spot and thrusts a few times for his delight against the side of his prostate, but not enough for him to cum. Not yet.
Down his thighs and calves, she goes, giving the full treatment to his feet as Karen had demonstrated. By the time she tells him to roll over, he is hard as a rock, and a little precum is dripping from his glans.
She slides to sit on him as Karen had Julie and finds an added delight of his hard cock resting against her slit. She does move enough for him to be covered in her wetness.
Then she starts on his shoulders and chest. Leaning to suck his nipples as she massages around them. Over his stomach and hips, manipulating his muscles to soften and relax them.
Donald is groaning over and over. When Emma turns, and her pussy is now within reach of his fingers, he begins to play in the moist wonder jungle of her cunt. She begins to sigh in return.
She runs her tongue and fingers down his thighs and calves. Then more treatment to his toes and soles. Donald wiggles in excitement at Emma’s ministrations to him.
When she scoots herself up, so her pussy is within reach of his mouth and leans to start to pay attention to his thighs, his hard cock is resting between her breasts, happy and warm. And her dripping, glistening slit now presented before him cries out for attention; as Emma begins to provide lip service to him, he does to her in return.
They are groaning and whimpering as much as Karen and Julie were when Emma left them.
As soon as Emma takes Donald’s cock in her mouth to begin to suck him as her fingers stroke his balls and shaft, he cannot hold back any longer. His wad shoots out into her mouth, which she accepts and swallows.
Donald, wanting her to cum now too, continues his fingers up her vag, licks her clit to keep it hard, and raises his other hand to press up into her ass, as he knows that combination makes her crazy.
And it works. Moments later Emma is spurting herself, her vag hanging onto his fingers as it clenches against him, and her ass doing much the same. He licks away, enjoying her sweet juices.
When they calm and he has her in his arms again, he thought back to Susan’s comments in the diary yesterday. Yes, like her mother, Emma has such sweet nectar to enjoy. At times, he worries he is becoming addicted to it.
Donald presents Emma with her twenty-ninth pearl and tells her they probably should shower quickly again after all that before they both head out for the day. Her, to her spa appointment and him, to office hours for anxious students prepping for their finals.
And so, they clean each other to be presentable to the world, and part for just a few hours.
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E053: Donald’s request and Emma’s Twenty-eighth pearl
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Posted:Jan 23, 2019 7:33 am
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2019 5:55 am
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When Donald wakes and sends Emma off for her morning pampering, he wonders if what he wants to ask Emma to do to him today will be more than she can handle. He must word it just right, and hopefully, she will agree. Now he will not press her to do anything more than she can endure. If she feels unable to, they will just move on to another pearl.
After their bath, as they sit at the kitchen table eating their breakfast, Donald broaches it a little. Before sitting to eat, Donald again puts a plug up in Emma’s ass which she seems to enjoy now so. This may help in what he wants to suggest to her.
“Emma, you know how I told you when I was first at the academy I was bullied by that one boy a lot?” he asks her.
“Yes, Donald I remember you mentioning it. How did he bully you?” Emma replies.
“Do you know what it means to bugger someone? That is what he did to me for the first half of my beginning year there,” Donald says in a soft voice.
“ not really sure what you mean,” Emma replies.
Oh hell, he is going to have to spell it out for her, which he knew he would have to, and what he wants her to do to him.
“Emma, he fucked me up the ass, almost every other day for months. I didn’t like it, but the remembrance of it does seem to arouse me from time to time. You know how you used the strap-on with Connie, do you think you would be able to ass fuck me with it? I to feel that again. You will be in complete control as we do this, and I want to submit to you in this way, as I did ago to him,” Donald cannot believe all that spills out from his lips.
Emma gazes at him and then is quiet thinking to herself. Finally, she replies, “Donald, I not sure how good I will be doing that for you, but if it is something you , I will try to do it for you.”
Feeling the plug up in her at the moment, helps this decision along, knowing how wonderful it can feel, and remembering when he had fucked her that way a week ago. Yes, she would try to return the pleasure.
Donald leans and kisses her deeply. “Thank you, Emma, we will try after dinner tonight. I will clean myself this afternoon in preparation. I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to this,” Donald gushes at her, “Perhaps now you could put a plug up in me to help me prepare.”
Donald goes to the special kitchen drawer and brings another large plug out. He hands it to Emma and leans over the kitchen table as she does for him. Emma fully coats the plug with lube, and so slowly and gently, stopping as she starts to enter him, so he can relax and accept this assault, she presses the plug up in him fully.
Donald moans with delight.
“I’ll wear it all day until this afternoon when I clean myself for you in preparation,” Donald solemnly tells her.
She smiles at him as he now bends her over the table so that he can remove hers. They take a moment to kiss before they head to the bedroom to dress Emma for her day.
She will spend it at her house cleaning and sorting more things. There are now, from reading her mother’s diary entries, things she wants to check out. Emma tells Donald she will return by five o’clock, will he be ready then or would he like to have dinner first?
Donald feeling a plug up in him, it has been a good while since he wore one, and in giddy anticipation of what is to come this evening wasn’t sure. “Perhaps a quick light snack before the games begin?” he suggests.
And so, the evening, a very different evening, is planned for them.
Emma spends the day at her house, first going to the attic to find the boxed away dresses from before her mother married, and she is rewarded. They all are rather mini-dresses, cut low, and rather revealing. Not like anything her mother ever wore after her marriage. They are all in fine condition still forty plus later. Emma boxes them back up to take to Donald’s to show him.
They do look like they will fit her nicely.
Then she searches more, in the extra bedroom, for signs of Susan’s and Charlotte’s dates. She remembers that when she was little, her mother would put her down for an afternoon nap when Susan came to visit on Wednesdays. And Emma vaguely remembers sounds coming from this room.
Her father never went in it; it was just a furnished room never used in his mind. And Emma understands her mother and Charlotte not to share their lustful on Charlotte’s marriage bed.
Later, she would have been in school when this afternoon took place. Wednesday her mother always did seem to have a smile on her face.
Emma remembers too that during her mother’s illness Susan would be there by her side quite often, and she had been overcome when Charlotte died. All these things whirl in Emma’s mind as she finds a locked suitcase under the bed.
She locates the key in one of the dresser drawers, and when she opens it, she sees a wide array of sex toys they must have used in their . Emma locks the suitcase and takes it to the trash. No one ever needs to know about this.
Emma considers visiting Susan in the adult living facility she is at now, but wonders what the point would be? Would Susan enjoy being able to talk about her real relationship with Emma’s mother or would it upset her too much? Time will only tell.
And what is ahead for her tonight with Donald? Emma hopes she can do this as he desires. She did enjoy the feel of him up in her ass and wanted to experience it again soon, but this is something totally different to her. Does he still have desires for a man to take him, or would this just be her up in him to pleasure him in this new way?
She hurries and puts the box of her mother’s clothes in the car and heads back to Donald’s. It is approaching five o’clock already.
He meets her in the garage when she arrives. My, he must be anticipating this so.
She tells him what is in the box, and he carries it in the house for her. He says he can’t wait to see her in some of the dresses. Even if Donald did not buy them for her, her small gift of something to amuse him does so delight him.
She sees there is an outfit for her lying on the bed. A light green blouse silk, trousers in grey, and a pair of boxer shorts. Oh my, he does want me to be a man for him is all Emma can think.
Donald seeing her look quickly explains, “I just thought you would be more relax if feeling the dildo up in you as we eat you are in a more mannish manner.”
Emma giggles and tells him if that is what he wants.
Donald slowly undresses her and first helps her press the dildo up in her and belts it around her waist. Next, the boxers cover it. He adjusts it to lay against her for now. Then the blouse, no bra, which does feel so nice against her boobs and nipples, then finally he helps her into the trousers.
He does her hair, so it is pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck. He leans and kisses her there before adding just the slightest amount of makeup. He is dressed in khakis and a polo shirt. He tells her for this to work out how he desires she must take down his pants when they do the deed.
They go and eat a quick dinner and Emma realizes that Donald is being rather submissive to her, and the rush she felt when she was in control with Connie begins to run through her. She admonishes Donald for not finishing his vegetables and tells him that he will have to for that after dinner.
The flush of desire that comes to Donald’s face, Emma knows she is playing the role as he so wants her too.
“Come along now Donald, I think it is time for our nightly pleasure,” she says in a low voice.
Donald just meekly nods and walks with Emma from the kitchen. Tonight, she is the one with a hand on his ass cheek. She still is rather nervous unsure she will be able to do this, but she is now getting into the role rather well.
Donald leads Emma to another bedroom, which has a higher, smaller, four post bed in it. It is not his bedroom, but somewhere suitable for the game they are going to play. Emma tells Donald to get some condoms and the lubricant. He knows what he must do.
Donald scurries around getting the things and bringing them to Emma. She tells him to kneel in front of her and undo her pants. Donald quickly complies with what she commands. This is so like what had happened to him for months in his youth. His hard-on is at its utmost.
Emma says, “Now suck on my cock to get it nice and hard for you.”
There are tears of joy in Donald’s eyes as he bends to do her bidding. The cock is in his mouth about halfway up. Emma encourages him to take more in. He does until be begins to choke some.
Emma pulls out of his mouth and tells him to put a condom on her. He complies. Then she has him lube her cock thickly so to make sure she can slide up in him.
Only then, her trousers and boxers down around her knees, does she have Donald stand and she undoes his pants. They fall to his ankles.
“Now put a rubber on you too as I don’t want you cumming all over the bed,” she directs him. He does as she asks and stands before him cock covered waiting.
“Bend over the end of the bed here and hold on to the posts for support, I think that is how we will start,” Emma says with so much authority in her voice.
Never from meeting her could Donald image she could be this forceful, displaying such power over him. At this moment it is exactly what he is lusting for, so he bends and spreads his legs for her.
She comes and stands behind him. He feels her fingers wet with lube run up into his asshole, coating it well also. He moans with delight.
He then feels her press the glans of her pseudo cock into his anus, stopping at the sphincter to allow him to accept her entering him this way. He moans with the combination of pain and pleasure this is giving him.
Never back then at the academy did he ever think of this act as anything but punishment and control over him, but that had somewhat added to who he became. And now, Donald wants to remember the inner pleasure it did give him when that older boy was banging his ass.
Emma presses in more, and more, beginning to thrust in and out of him. He cries out in ecstasy. This is what he longs to feel again.
Emma leans forward putting her hands on each side of him to brace herself better as she thrusts away. Donald feels her soft breasts pressing against his back which brings the reality that it is a woman doing this to him now, and that takes him over the edge. He comes loud and hard. He fills the condom with his sperm.
“Oh, Emma, thank you, thank you so much,” Donald gushes at her.
But Emma does not let up. She knows this fun is just beginning for Donald, and he wants so much more. She rams into him faster and harder, and his anus begins to throb against the dildo.
‘What is Emma doing to him? This is the most decadent but enjoyable thing they have done together, and she seems to know what he craves even if he doesn’t fully understand,’ Donald thinks as he moans and whines.
Emma slows and pulls out of him. He is awash in sweat and desire. She tells him to get up on the bed on his back and raise his legs. Donald a little unsure of what is ahead but does as she tells him. Climbing on the bed this way his pants and shorts fall off him.
Emma steps out of her trousers too, goes and gets a damp towel and removes the condoms from them both and wipes them clean.
“Donald, did he ever suck your cock, or only had you suck him?” Emma questions him.
“Occasionally he would like to suck me until I was ready to cum. He told me then that I was not allowed to and sent me to bed. I often had a wet dream those nights and woke with soaked sheets. He would punish me further that next night for not following directions,” Donald explains.
“Well let me put another condom on us both, and I will suck you to get you hard again through the rubber. Then we will lube up again, and I will take you in this position, so you have to look at me the whole time,” Emma tells him as she lifts his polo shirt off him and unbuttons her blouse so that he can stare at her bosoms.
She rolls a condom up each of them then bends and begins to suck him. As he starts to harden, she gets a wicked thought and turns herself so her ‘cock’ is over his lips and tells him to get busy.
For the next fifteen minutes, they suck each other’s pricks, Donald getting harder and harder, the sensation of having a cock in his mouth, while someone is licking and sucking on him, never before did he experience this. And sucking and being sucked through condoms the rubber adds to this deeply different playing.
When Emma feels that he is hard enough again, she turns to situate herself between his thighs. She covers her condom, wet from Donald’s tongue, with lubricant and then fingers some up into him in preparation.
His legs are now lifting high on her shoulders. She stares in his eyes and stays locked on them as she begins the ramming into him as far as she can go. He screams out in gratification. This is even better, watching Emma as she butt fucks him. His whole body is electrified, shock wave after shock wave running through him as he accepts this attack on his most private hole.
He comes so hard again, Emma smiles at him as she glances to see him fill his condom full once more. It is only then when he is panting and trying to get his breath back does she lower herself to him and kisses him deeply.
She is still up in him, but just resting as he enjoys her soft lips on him and her sweet breasts pressing against him. They stay this way for several minutes. It is only when Donald’s breathing is again normal that Emma slowly pulls out of him.
Emma stands, removes the condoms and wipes themselves. She tells Donald to rest of a while; she is going to go clean up. She pulls a cover over him to warm him and kisses his forehead.
“Sleep my dear, when you are rested, come back to me in my room for the night. I will be waiting for you, sir,” Emma tells him.
Things are again back on the even plane for them. But it is somewhat humorous that it is Emma closing the door, leaving Donald in darkness to sleep this time.
Needless to say, the next morning, Emma gets her twenty-eighth pearl on her necklace.
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E052: Going home
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Posted:Jan 21, 2019 3:02 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 3:13 am
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The next morning as they pack things away to head home tears start to form in Emma’s eyes. Donald notices and asks what the matter is? Wiping the tears away Emma explains, “Donald, my parents would sometime bring me to the shore for a day, but I have never had a vacation away from home before. Thank you so much for giving that to me.”
Donald hugs her and wonders how a person could live to over forty and never been away from her home for a night before he met her. As they read more about her parents and their relationship, this is all somewhat confusing to him.
“Emma we will take other trips in the future, I will take you on a real vacation one day. Think about anywhere in the world you would like to go,” Donald promises her.
The ride home from the beach is rather quiet between them; both lost in their own thoughts. When home Donald tells her to take her time getting cleaned up, and he would be back around four o’clock from his class.
Emma indulges herself in a long, warm, bubble bath, then dries herself and does her hair. She misses Donald’s attention to her, but that is alright, she wants to be perfect for him when he comes home. Totally naked, she goes to the living room and reads more of the book he gave her on Saturday. All that seems so long ago now, and she can smile a bit over remembering Connie’s touch on her.
Reading the lesbian tales and remembering makes Emma dripping soon. And as she reads one very lusty story, she feels herself cum just from reading. It is a different and very interesting sensation. She hopes that Donald will not mind.
He arrives a little after four o’clock. Seeing her waiting for him naked, he tells her he will not be a minute and hurries to his room to undress. They are together on the couch kissing and groping at each other by four-fifteen.
Emma shyly tells him about cumming from just reading the story and he laughs and hugs her saying that is alright, she can’t control how her mind works as long as she did not touch herself to help things along. Emma swears that she didn’t, and he hugs her again.
“Do you want to read a little more of your mother’s diary before we eat dinner?” Donald asks her. He is soon going to to get them back on the pearl training, but what he wants to request from her next might be a bit difficult for her to understand and do for him. So tonight, they will relax reading more together.
“If that is what you would enjoy, sir,” Emma responds. And they are back into the ‘sir’ not ‘Donald’ world again.
Donald gets the diary, and as she snuggles next to him on the couch, he opens to the next entry.
Friday, May 3, 1974
I do not know how I have made it through tonight. I anguished most of the afternoon and early evening until something very unexpected happened. Edward was at his bachelor party, and I had been imaging all sorts of things happening at it.
Susan, my matron of honor, came over in late afternoon as her husband, Tom. As Edward’s best man, he was picking up Edward for their night of decadence. I was not pleased thinking what might happen. I had heard about what happened on such evenings, and I hope Tom had not gotten any strippers or girls to add to the fun.
Susan assured me that they were only going out to dinner, then back to a hotel room to watch some porn, but how did she really know what her husband had planned for my soon-to-be husband?
She and I went out to dinner ourselves, to a quiet Italian restaurant. By the time we had finished our meal we had emptied two bottles of wine and were laughing and giggling at everything happening around us.
Susan suggested we should go to a disco and dance and continue drinking for a while. I was all for it. If the goose could , so can the gander, and I know I have that backward a bit, but the thought is correct.
We found a seat at the bar and ordered a couple of cocktails, and after a few sips, we were up and dancing. A couple of guys danced over to us, and we began a circle dance the four of us. But then the music changed to a slow tune, and they each took one of us in their arms and just swayed with us. I felt his cock rubbing against my thigh as we danced.
If Edward found out about this, I would be over his knee for a good spanking. But let him have his fun tonight, and I will have mine. My guy kept holding me closer and closer, and I looked over at Susan as saw she was in the same situation, but it did not seem to bother her all that much, so I figured go with the flow.
But then he tried to kiss me, and I pulled back a little. I told him I was getting married tomorrow, but he just laughed and said, “Tomorrow is tomorrow, tonight you are still single.” The drinks were getting to me some, so I just laughed in reply and let him kiss me good.
They came back to the bar with us and hovered over us for most the evening. My guy had his hand on my shoulders and kept trying to lower it down first the back of my dress, but as the evening wore on, the front too.
I did put a stop to that. They bought us four or five more drinks and realizing how late it was getting, and I could get myself into a very compromising situation, as could Susan, who was having as much fun, I motioned to her it was time to leave.
The guys were somewhat disappointed, but I told them again that I was getting married in the morning, so I had to get home to sleep all this off.
When we got back to my house, we giggled and tiptoed to my bedroom — both falling on the bed.
Now, Susan and I have been best friends since elementary school and used to rub each other’s inner arms when watching a movie or filmstrip in class, but nothing ever anymore.
Until tonight.
I will just write it all off as we were so drunk and not realizing what we were doing, but as we laid on my bed laughing at the fun we just had, Susan rolled towards me and put her arms around me and kissed me. Not as a friend, no, how Edward French kisses me. I throw my arms around her and return the kiss.
Donald and Emma both gasp at this revelation. Emma’s mother, on the night before her wedding, playing with another woman?
It just felt so right kissing Susan. And she started to undo my dress, trying to get at my tits to suck them. I let her. to know what it would feel like. I start to undo her dress too so we both could be more exposed to each other.
And before we knew it, both of us were naked, rolling over and over together, kissing, sucking each other’s tits and our hands tentatively reaching down to touch each other in our love boxes. The first feel of her soft fingers running up and down my slit, polishing my clit and pressing in me just a little, made me cry out.
Susan clamped her lips over my mouth kissing me telling me not to make too much noise to wake my parents. I was panting as I nodded my head to her understanding. My fingers found their way to her slit, and I began to caress her in return.
We moaned and groaned quietly as we worked our way to a wonderful summit.
“Susan, have you ever done this before?” I whispered to her.
“No baby, but I have for lusted for you, my sweet Charlotte. This is just perfect. Who cares what the guys are doing right now, I want to take you over and over to climax tonight. It will be the only night we will ever have, probably,” Susan replied.
And she kissed me again as she rolled on top of me and thrust her knee up into my cunt over and over.
“Baby, can you spread your legs for me?” she asked, “I want to taste your lovely nectar at least once if you let me.”
I just gazed into her eyes and nodded yes as I spread wide my legs for her. She was down between me now, and I felt her sweet tongue licking at me. So different from Edward’s, but just as delightful. I put a pillow to my face as I groaned at her wonderful touch.
Over and over she licked and sucked me, and then, she moved her fingers to my back hole, and as she thrust three up my vag, another two went up in my anus, as she continued to lick and suck my clit.
I screamed out in pleasure, the pillow just muffling the sound as I came hard. What has Susan done to me? This delight was undefinable. Everything with Edward, even my spankings, were superb, but what Susan was doing to me then was another dimension.
And she didn’t let up, she sucked and fingered me until I came two more times. Only then did she raise herself and pulled me into her arms to cuddle me as I caught my breath.
“Did you enjoy that Charlotte? I think you did rather a good deal. Thank you so much for allowing me the pleasure tonight,” Susan whispered in my ear as she licked at it too.
I was swooning, I would never have expected this of Susan, but it just felt so right. I had never considered being with a woman, and how wonderful it could feel, but this just was perfect between us.
For the time all thoughts of Edward and Tom and what they were doing passed from my mind. Let them have whatever fun they wanted to. Right now, feeling so cherished by Susan was heaven.
But I knew Edward, or Tom, could never know about this, and we should probably never do this again. But as Susan pulled me close to her, my back pressing against her soft breasts and her hand just gently caressed my mons, all I could think about is how we could make this happen again. No, we can’t. Can we?
And then Susan whispered the most amazing thing in my ear, which would tie us forever together, “Charlotte, does Edward spank you for being bad? Tom does me since before we married, and I know I deserve and love when he does.”
I rolled to face her wide-eyed, “He does, Susan? Edward does the same to me when I misbehave, which is why we are hurrying the wedding so that he can have complete discipline over me. It does bring a rush on when it happens doesn’t it?”
Susan just grins at her, “Well perhaps we should continue having this fun when you return from your honeymoon, maybe once a week in the afternoon. Until we get caught and really spanked for our misbehavior.”
Charlotte just grinned at Susan and imagined how firmly she would be spanked, both if this ever got out, but yes, perhaps a midweek dalliance would keep things spicy in her marriage.
She just replied, “We will see Susan. But thank you so much for tonight.”
And holding each other tight, we fell asleep to be rested for my wedding day.
Emma and Donald stare at each other finishing this entry. Emma’s mother, with another woman, and considering continuing it after she married? And learning they both were spanked by their husbands. They just shook their heads at each other and wondered what further entries would tell.
Emma tells Donald she remembers, Susan, well, she and her mother did seem very close, and would once a year go away on a ‘retreat’ together for four or five days. Did her father ever suspect or find out? This is just a different dimension of her so conservative mother she would never have imagined.
With the lingering visions still in their heads, Donald and Emma eat dinner, and then fall together in bed, filling their own lustful desires.
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